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sseastar · 8 months

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✶ dream lover; kim seungmin.

info. seungmin x afab!reader. slight angst, fluff. brother’s best friend to ??? au. 1.6k words. warnings. mentions of food, reader eats fish and meat. listen to. 爽風 by tomofumi tanizawa.

[✧] — Seungmin could say he knew a lot about you.

He knew how you always closed your door to your room because you didn’t want it to smell like food in case someone cooked. He knew how you could never bring yourself to watch full k-dramas and opted to watch clips of them on your for you page. Seungmin knew of your love for mint-chocolate (the two of you really bonded over that) and how Star Wars Rebels became your comfort show after you had watched all three seasons during quarantine.

Hell, Seungmin even knew so many personal things about you, especially after having witnessed you grow up alongside your brother Jisung. Although you were two years younger, he still felt like he knew you well enough to call you his friend if it weren’t for his title of ‘brother’s best friend.’ Seungmin knew your shoe size, who your first dance was, even when you got your first period (he was the one to have noticed the small stain on the back of your jeans and the one to rush into his sister’s bathroom to grab you a pad the one time you had come with Jisung to his home).

And yet in the eleven years he had known you, Seungmin would have never painted you as a hopeless romantic. As far as he could tell, you never seemed the type to save your receipts in a box under your bed, never seemed the type to make playlists for your crushes with vague names so people couldn’t guess who they were for. Not once had Jisung mentioned a thing about his little sister having a crush on someone, nor had an overprotective Jisung ever mentioned his concern for you when you went out with friends (Jisung was an awfully protective brother, so Seungmin could imagine how his friend would react were you to ever go out on a date).

Hence, Kim Seungmin had come to the conclusion that you were genuinely not interested in dating at this time in your life. Nothing he found weird, of course. He knew how serious you were about your studies - there were many times that Seungmin and his friends had invited you along with Jisung to join in on their plans to get boba or go bowling on a Friday, but you would politely decline with a smile and mention some assignment or project you wanted to get a head start on.

So imagine his surprise when he found you out on your backyard’s porch one night when he, Felix, and Hyunjin were over, curled up with a knitted sweater and volume six of Kimi Ni Todoke in your hands. Jisung had asked him to come get you before you all headed out for dinner.

It was such an odd sight to see. The mug half filled with lukewarm green tea on the table next to you, the abandoned pair of fluffy bear slippers under the bench, the throw blanket that he swore hung on the arm of the couch in the family room when he first arrived. Your fingertips were gently covering your lips, an enchanted look in your eyes as if you had just witnessed such a heart-fluttering scene.

Seungmin thought it was such an odd sight to see. You had never once initiated a hug with him no matter how happy or ecstatic you were (even when you had gone to a baseball game with your family and invited him, and you had thrown your arms around your brother when your favorite player hit a grand slam…then opted to high five him excitedly). He was so used to your annoyed sighs whenever you saw any form of PDA, or your pursed lips whenever your brother would somehow connect his girlfriend to the topic of conversation, that he couldn't even fathom why you were out there reading a shoujo manga of all things despite the entirely possible reason that you just wanted to.

Yet Seungmin’s eyes softened as he watched you from the door frame, waiting until you finally realized his presence. When he realized you wouldn’t be getting your nose out of the story any time soon, he cleared his throat, smiling at you when you looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Hey,” you mouthed, for some reason unable to let anything audible out of your mouth.

Despite your lack of an actual greeting, Seungmin answered back “hey,” watching as you marked your page with a photostrip of you, Jisung, and him that he remembers taking in the rusty old photo booth at the pier the last time you three went. Another thing Seungmin was surprised at – he always thought you were the type to dog ear your page or use a sticky note to mark your spot. “We’re heading out in a couple of minutes for dinner. Jimmie’s,” he clarifies, mentioning that the four of them would be heading to the diner they frequented and ordered to-go for you from. “Want the usual?”

A tuna sandwich with a side of french fries and a small vanilla milkshake. That was your usual.

Your usual was staying at home to read or to get a head start on work you had to do. Your usual was catching up on sleep or accompanying your parents to the supermarket when you really did have nothing to do. And when those things didn’t need to be done, your usual would be spending time rearranging or redecorating your room, or reading romance novels, manga, and stories you find on the internet to replace your lack thereof in your own life.

Your usual was hoping that one day you would be loved, or even secretly loved - that someday, all your ideal date ideas would no longer be locked up in the diary you kept hidden in your sock drawer. Your usual was hoping that your firsts wouldn’t have to wait until after college - that someone would love you enough so that you no longer sighed at the cute couples you would see on dates when you were out with your parents.

Your usual was speaking only briefly to Seungmin in hopes that all the feelings you had for your older brother’s best friend would die down by itself. Your usual was silently hoping that those feelings would be returned. Your usual was making up scenarios that maybe one day, you would stop trying to find someone exactly like him.

Your usual was getting boring. Your usual was getting you nowhere you wanted to be.

Seungmin watched as you swung the blanket off your lap, folding it roughly in your arms as you slipped your sock clad feet back into your slippers. “If it’s okay, can I come with you guys tonight?”

Seungmin watched as you slid into the seat across from him. You usually opted to sit next to your brother on the end to avoid being in the way of any conversations, but you sat right in the middle of Felix and Hyunjin tonight. Seungmin watched as you excitedly answered Hyunjin’s questions about how your research has been and as you thoughtfully told Felix about your input on his new baking idea. Seungmin didn’t miss the warm smile on Jisung’s face when he realized how you were getting along with his friends (maybe he didn’t show it often, but your brother was often concerned for you - you never seemed to enjoy hanging out with people you knew, after all, and Jisung would hate for you to regret not allowing yourself to be more carefree in college).

Seungmin watched as you agreed to go to his baseball game even when your brother couldn’t go and as you shyly laughed at the look of surprise on his face. Seungmin watched as you picked up the menu despite him knowing you already knew exactly what you wanted to eat.

Seungmin could say he knew a lot about you.

He knew what your topic for your required research project was. He knew you couldn’t stand leaving your major even after you cried through the required classes that had nothing to do with your concentration. He knew that you always liked to eat the first slice of a peach and that you hated peeling tangerines. He knew how you couldn’t answer ‘what’s your favorite color?’ with a single-worded answer. He knew that you never put your left shoe on before your right and that you always muttered “keys, phone, wallet” every time you left your house.

Seungmin could say he knew a lot about you, but he was missing some of the most important things.

Seungmin didn’t know how you felt after you passed those classes you hated, or why you had so many unique habits when eating fruits. He didn’t know why you sighed when you saw a couple your age on a date the night you tagged along with your brother and his friends to the boardwalk. Seungmin sure as hell didn’t know why you decided to come with them tonight, but it was nice to see you interacting with everyone.

You smiled briefly when his eyes landed on yours, averting your gaze before he could even attempt to read what emotion was swirling through them. But Seungmin could tell that what swam through them was something more than what you wanted to let on. It was something you’d always held back so that you wouldn’t allow yourself to be vulnerable (you had done that enough). But your eyes weren’t enough to conceal it – what you felt was far too powerful for you to hide and parts of you began to filter into the room of people that loved having you around. Seungmin could tell something was there, but he would wait for you to embrace all that you were. He’d already waited this long after all.

So for now, Seungmin watched as you ordered a cheeseburger with a side of garlic fries and a Sprite.

⌕. author’s note ; something i most definitely wrote on a whim. the style is a little different from how i usually write and i like it a little more, but it was ngl extremely hard to do. haven’t posted much about seungmin in a while despite him being my ult, but i’m glad to be back hehe.

⌕. taglist ; @enhacolor @soobin-chois @koishua @chrysbibi

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hyunverse · 1 year

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you turned around ‧₊˚✩彡 kim seungmin.

seungmin x reader. tags — college au, enemies to lovers, angst, seungmin is bad at expressing his feelings. wc — 900 words. about — upon overhearing a conversation between seungmin and chan, you're not entirely sure if you want to be with him. note — wow what happened to this being a drabble. . . anyway! written for my 4k music fic fest! song is called you turned around by giriboy. disclaimer — © 2023 hyunverse on tumblr. all rights reserved. authors works are protected under the copyright law. do not plagiarize or translate my works. tumblr is my only platform.

It’s been good between you and Seungmin. Unbelievably good — to the point where people turn around and do a double-take. The two of you aren’t exactly famous for being a cute couple. . . it’s the opposite, actually. You were sworn enemies. Not a day would pass by without you glaring at him as he walks by, and him making an idiotic remark about you.

One pair project later and you’re all over each other. Seungmin now refuses to sleep without texting you a “good night,” and the first thing you do in the morning is to text him, “good morning.” The two of you are fools in love — not exactly dating but not just friends either. You’re in the middle, and the two of you agreed that you like it that way. It gives you time to adjust to the affection; as Seungmin said, it’s no good to rush into things.

None of you is seeing other people, you bask in the fleeting affection in hallways — things are going well.

Were going well.

With Seungmin’s favourite drink in hand, you walk to the Student Body’s club room. He’d texted you earlier that he had some matters to discuss with Chan, the president. You figured that he’d be tired, whatnot with all the classes he had prior. Some coffee ought to give him some energy.

You’re about to knock on the door when you could hear voices inside. Under the impression that the meeting is still going on, you lean against the blue-painted wall to wait. You pick on your nails as you wait, excited to see Seungmin.

“How’re things going with Y/n?” you could hear Chan speak among the rustles of paper.

You quirk up at the question.

“Good,” Seungmin says, making you smile, “believe it or not, that idiot is actually capable of affection.”

A typical Seungmin response. No shocker there.

Chan’s laughter echoes in the room, you could hear it clearly from outside the door. Happiness erupts in your heart, giddy by the fact that someone you like is complimenting you behind your back — albeit it not sounding like a compliment. That’s what you like most about Seungmin, after all.

“You should make it official already, seriously.”

“Hm,”, Seungmin hums, “don’t know about that yet. Don’t really want to think about it yet. It’s a burden. ‘m just having fun right now.”

Oh.

Just having fun?

What’re you, some type of side chick?

Your blood boils, feeling used and stupid. You would never, ever, talk about him in such a way. Overwhelmed by anger and disappointment, your hands begin to shake, accidentally dropping the drinks in your hand. The action sounds a loud thud, capturing Seungmin and Chan’s attention.

“Huh?” Chan perks up, looking at the door.

“I’ll check it out,” Seungmin offers, the chair screeching as he gets up.

He sees your silhouette walking away as soon as he’s out of the door, and upon seeing the drinks on the floor, he could put the puzzle pieces together. Shit, fuck — a series of cusses echo in his head.

“Y/n!” he calls out, rushing to you. At that very moment, he cusses himself for not being more careful with his words, and for not exercising. Because god, now running after you is making his legs ache too much. Screw his lack of stamina, really.

“Let me talk!” he yells out, “c’mon, y/n!”

“No!”

“Please”, he begs, the distance between you two closing in, “let me talk.”

You turn your heel around, your face heating up from anger. It shocks him.

“Fine. Talk.”

“Okay, look,” Seungmin says through heavy breaths, bending his body and clutching his knees, “wait, give me a sec.”

You click your tongue, rolling your eyes.

“Alright,” he continues, “did you. . .?”

“Yes, Kim Seungmin. I heard what you said.”

“Okay. . .” he pauses, licking his lips, “I’m sorry.”

You raise an eyebrow, “sorry for?”

“You know what for.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

Seungmin’s heart is beating against his chest unbelievably fast, “I didn’t mean what I said in a mean way. Having to think about whether I want to date you would be a burdensome thought —”

You didn’t let him finish. The sound of your palm meeting his face resonates in the hallway. It’s a hard slap — you know it, and he could feel it.

But it’s not the slap that hurts Seungmin — it’s the sobs that follow after it. Your cheeks turn red from anger, and streaks of tears run down them. He couldn’t stand the sight, couldn’t stand the fact that he had hurt you that much.

“You’re so stupid, Kim Seungmin,” venom is spit from your mouth, “I don’t want to be with someone who refuses to consider dating because it’s burdensome. If you have no effort to think about dating me, then I’ll save you the trouble and leave.”

Seungmin’s hand is clasped against his cheek as his eyes widen from shock.

“Wait, Y/N — let me rephrase.”

“I don’t want to hear it, Seungmin.”

You take one last glimpse of him, pressing your lips together in an attempt to stop crying. Seungmin has said enough — no rephrasing or apology could mend the pieces of your heart, and you could no longer see him in the same light. You turn away from him, eager to escape from the man you once thought highly of.

“Y/N —”

“Goodbye, Seungmin.”

Seungmin knew he had lost you forever.

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fantastic-bby · 2 years

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Adventures of Campus: Whores and Love

Pairing: Reader x Seungmin

Word count: 25k

At least until you come along. And Seungmin’s biggest problem with having casual sex with you is the fact that you’re exactly like him.

Warnings: A lot of implied sex | Alcohol usage | Felix is an alcoholic with ADHD

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“Go! Go!”

Seungmin makes a break for it. He tosses the wooden baseball bat aside and sprints to the next base as fast as his legs can carry him. He reaches first base with the ball still high in the sky and the players of the defence team trying their best to gauge exactly where the ball will land.

He spares a glance at the sky when he reaches second base only to see it slowly coming back down towards the field.

“Faster, Seungmin!”

He isn’t sure exactly who it is that’s cheering his name, but he gathers that it’s from one of the cheerleaders that crowd at the right end of the field—the one that he’s quickly approaching and dodging defensive players to reach.

“Just one more,” Seungmin thinks to himself as he manages to bounce off of third base and forces himself to run as fast as possible to reach home base.

He can hear his name being cheered repeatedly by the cheerleaders and the students that watch from the bright green painted bleachers.

From the corner of his eye, Seungmin is able to see someone dashing towards home base in an attempt to stop him from reaching the final plate.

Until he drops the ground and slides across the dirt with his eyes squeezed shut, praying that he manages to reach home base. He manages to slide himself directly onto the plate and dodges the jumping player as the crowd erupts.

Seungmin opens his eyes, when he hears the screams and cheers, looking around in almost disbelief that he’s won his team yet another game.

His teammates charge towards him in joy and lift him up, his hands flailing about in an attempt to balance himself. Seungmin watches as people crowd him to chant his name.

“Seungmin! Seungmin! Seungmin!”

The adrenaline pumps throughout his veins at the feeling of so many people cheering him on like he’s the only person in the world who matters right now.

Because Seungmin’s damn good at baseball and he knows he is.

But the fame doesn’t matter to him as much as actually getting to home base in time.

He doesn’t care about the pressure that could overcome him from being labelled the best batter in his team, he doesn’t care about the people that cheer for him the moment he appears, he honestly doesn’t really care that much whether or not he loses because, at the end of the day,

Seungmin just really fucking loves baseball.

And he doesn’t care about the outcome most of the time, he just loves the rush that he feels when he plays. He loves how it feels when he swings the bat and he can see the ball shooting into the sky like it’s a star.

There’s a different sort of a rush that comes with baseball and it's nothing like the rush he gets when he’s swinging his bat. He’s never felt anything like it and nothing ever makes him feel the same because nothing compares to the rush he gets when he’s sprinting along the edges of the playing field and chasing the rubber plates on each end.

He’s never loved a sport as much as he’s loved baseball. Seungmin doesn’t care about the way his best friends Yang Jeongin and Hwang Hyunjin make a big deal over the fact that baseball “isn’t anything other than taking your frustration out on a little ball”. There’s just so much about baseball that fills him to the brim with joy.

And most of all, Seungmin loves the way baseball makes him feel like he can do anything in the world.

But Seungmin also doesn’t really expect Hyunjin or Jeongin to actually understand that much when Hyunjin’s in the national male gymnast team and Jeongin’s part of the university’s top swim team.

He just loves doing it and he loves Jeongin and Hyunjin enough to not care about the jokes or teases they make towards his sport.

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“That was actually really good,” Jeongin claims as he and Hyunjin crowd around Seungmin. “I don’t even know anything about baseball, but I could tell that hit was it.”

“How are you feeling about going to nationals?” Hyunjin asks, completely disregarding Jeongin’s presence by pushing his way closer to Seungmin as they walk towards their lecture hall.

Jeongin whines in protest, but doesn’t really do much to counter Hyunjin because he knows that if he does anything, Hyunjin’s going to end up doing more than just cry and Jeongin really doesn’t want to have to deal with a crying Hyunjin in the middle of the media building’s hallway.

None of them are exactly trained with dealing with a crying Hyunjin because when he starts crying, he starts crying.

And Seungmin and Jeongin know him enough to try and avoid anything that can make him sad. Especially after his last breakup where he sobbed on the dining room floor of Seungmin and Jeongin’s shared flat with a bottle of red wine in his hands like he was some divorced housewife.

Which is actually one of the best introduction stories that Seungmin has because Hyunjin was only a mutual friend of Jeongin. So, when Seungmin had come home from a bad date that night to see a lanky graphic design student drunkenly crying, “give me another chance,” on his dining room floor, it was a bit more than awkward when morning came with Hyunjin’s sobriety. Or was it his kitchen floor? Seungmin honestly can’t remember.

“I’m really happy about it,” Seungmin nods his head with a smile on his face, “I like baseball and I like that I’m good enough to actually get this far.”

“You’d have sex with baseball if it was a person,” Hyunjin jokes.

Seungmin throws a glare his way, but just like Jeongin, he doesn’t make an effort to do much.

“Anyway,” he clears his throat, “with baseball, I’ve never doubted my ability in it. I know when I might lose and I know when I’ve probably hit a pretty damn good hit. I’m pretty sure the guys are gonna have a party tonight to celebrate the win.”

“Speaking of which,” Jeongin cuts in, “are you going?”

“Seriously?” Hyunjin laughs, making the both of them turn to look at him. “This guy would never pass up a party,” he snorts, “he doesn’t even get drunk—he’s just there to have sex.”

“I never do it with the drunk ones,” Seungmin quickly defends himself.

“Right, you just wait for the ‘lone wolf’ in the corner of the room, sipping on their drink like they’re in a movie or something,” he rolls his eyes.

“I’m practically a baseball prodigy—I might as well be the main character,” he jokes. “I just have to find my second lead.”

“Whatever you say, big guy,” Jeongin chuckles while patting Seungmin on the back. He lets out an annoyed grunt as he shrugs Jeongin’s hand off, but it doesn’t stop the slight smile that tugs on his lips.

Their relationship is as tight as it can get. After the entire drunk Hyunjin incident, Seungmin had taken it upon himself to get to know him better. He knew that there had to be more to the poor heartbroken man than the temporary alcoholism that came with his breakup.

And Seungmin learned that he was right.

Hyunjin’s one of the nicest people that he’s ever met and he’s more than blessed to have come home that night to Jeongin saying, “I can’t calm him down—do we give him a sedative?”

He always laughs whenever he thinks about their meeting because when he and Jeongin had met for the first time, Seungmin hadn’t expected that Hyunjin would be tumbling into his life so suddenly.

Seungmin and Jeongin knew each other from their first year of university. Jeongin graduated early and was in Seungmin’s Film class, the two of them clicked almost instantly and decided to share a flat together only after their first semester of knowing each other.

“I think I’ll miss out on the party,” Hyunjin says.

“Me, too. I have a pop quiz tomorrow morning and I really don’t want to piss off Mr Khoo after what happened last time I missed the quiz,” Jeongin huffs.

“To be fair, you had told him you were late because you had to get your hair done,” Seungmin reminds him with a laugh.

“My hair is important! It was a perm and I would have had to wait another month to get an appointment with those guys!”

“And you had to tell him?” Hyunjin laughs as well. “You could’ve easily gotten away by just saying you had a family emergency or a doctor’s appointment! I’m a graphic design student—I can forge a doctor’s note easily!”

His voice echoes throughout the hall and every other student turns to look at him with wide eyes.

“Jin, don’t brag about that in the middle of the hallway,” Seungmin hushes and places his hand on Hyunjin’s shoulder lightly.

“Right,” he lowers his head in embarrassment. “But hey, Yeni, if you need anything physically forged, just let me know and I’ll see if I can Photoshop it.”

“I’ll give you twenty bucks next time,” Jeongin nods ecstatically. “Actually, could you forge one for tomorrow morning so I can go to the party tonight?”

Hyunjin stops his movement and stares at the younger man, “I have an assignment. I’m not going to forge a doctor’s note for tomorrow morning because I’m not going to that party which means you don't get to either.”

“W-What?” Jeongin scoffs.

“It’s only fair!”

“No it’s not! Seungmin, tell him it’s not!”

“I don’t want any part of this,” Seungmin chuckles as he quickly starts walking towards his politics class while the two continue arguing.

“Hyunjin, come on!”

“I’m not doing it!”

“You’re just jealous that Felix likes me better!”

“Don’t bring Lix into this or I’m taking the offer back completely.”

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ii.

Seungmin wanders into the house without much hesitation. The loud bass of the music booms throughout the neighbourhood and he can practically feel his entire body vibrating along with it. He’s come to accept the loud bass and strong smell of alcohol after the past few years of being in the university’s baseball team because every time they win, Felix gets his entire house to throw a party that typically has the entire university invited.

Upon entering, he’s not really that surprised when he sees one of his baseball-mates, Lee Felix, almost blackout drunk as he stumbles towards him with a hop in his step, giggling madly.

“Minnieeee!” Felix slurs when he sees Seungmin approaching him. “You…” He starts and sluggishly throws his arm over his shoulders to lazily pull him towards him, “you… are so good at baseball, man,” he groggily says, hiccuping right afterwards. “Like… I don’t… How do you do it?”

Seungmin holds back his laugh, a ghost of a smile pulling at his lips as he listens to Felix.

“I just… want you… I want you to have all the sex life can offer,” Felix continues. The pitch of his voice is fluctuating intensely, but Seungmin doesn’t hold it against him when he knows that Felix is a borderline alcoholic.

Felix isn’t exactly one of Seungmin’s closest friends, but he’s in the baseball team and he’s a pretty nice guy, so he never really sees anything wrong with hanging out with the guy whenever he invites him out.

The main problem is that Lee Felix only ever wants to hangout if it means he’s getting a drink or four. He’s either very drunk and very sweet or only very sweet.

“That’s sweet, thank you,” Seungmin smiles.

“You can… There’s this person… That you can try approaching…” Before he can even continue, he passes out in Seungmin’s arms.

“Woah!” he exclaims when he realises that Felix has put all of his weight on him. “Alright, buddy, that’s enough ginger beer for you.”

Seungmin takes the liberty in turning around to lay Felix onto his back and lift him up in a very odd piggyback where Felix is completely limp.

He carefully pushes past the crowd of people that are completely oblivious to the pair and makes his way up the stairs. Seungmin’s been inside the shared home enough to locate Felix’s bedroom with ease, slowly pushing into the third door on the left where it’s completely dark save for the glowing colour changing lights coming from Felix’s PC.

Seungmin always wondered why Felix was so willing in spending money on his gaming setup, but even he has to admit that the RGB fans that glow within the pristine white case with the transparent side panel. The white leather chair is facing away from Seungmin, but he’s always itching to sit in it with how the cushion is absolutely perfect for literal days of sitting on.

He plops Felix onto the neatly made bed. Seungmin stands still at the side of his bed, wondering whether he should tuck the poor man into his bed before the sound of a chair squeaking surprises him.

Seungmin looks upright and almost drops Felix onto the ground in shock when he sees you sitting on Felix’s gaming chair, eyes wide as you watch what happens with a red solo cup in your left hand.

You both stare at each other without moving for a moment. Seungmin looks around the area awkwardly before he finally sets Felix down safely and stands upright. When he takes a few more steps closer towards you, he’s finally able to see exactly who you are; head of the cheerleaders and one of the best gymnasts in the university.

“What are you doing here?” he asks loudly.

“Aren’t you going to lower your voice? The poor guy’s sleeping,” you chuckle softly.

“When Felix blacks out, he wouldn’t even wake up to an explosion,” Seungmin reassures you with a laugh. He takes another step closer to you and smiles, “what are you doing up here? I wouldn’t have expected the head cheerleader to be camping in a gamer’s bedroom in the middle of a party.”

“Oh, usually I’d be downstairs,” you claim while nodding, “but I’m not really feeling the vibe right now.” You turn to look at the cup in your hand and swirl it around for a moment, “Felix really needs to stop being in charge of drinks because I’m pretty sure he puts himself into these blackouts himself.”

“Ahah,” Seungmin breathes out the laugh almost sarcastically, but only because you’re right on the dot there.

“But, I’m actually in here because I needed to talk to Felix about something. I don’t know what I was expecting, coming to a party at his house and hoping to talk to him,” you sigh, “but here we are.”

“How important was it? I doubt you’d be able to get anything coherent out of him for the next ten hours.”

“It wasn’t that important,” you laugh as you stand. “I’m just going home then.”

“No, hold on.” Seungmin digs his hands into the pockets of his grey pullover. “If it’s something not that important, then you wouldn’t mind sharing it with me, would you?”

You tilt your head slightly and raise an eyebrow.

“Depends on what the outcome is.”

“How about I take you down to the ramen place right outside the neighbourhood and we’ll see?” Seungmin suggests.

You let out a small laugh as your arms crossed over your chest, “I don’t think I should be expecting much out of the baseball team’s captain. I’d just end up being a score for you with how you’ve managed to work through most of my team.”

“Who said I was keeping score? I just like the exercise,” he smiles coyly.

Seungmin would definitely be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to you in some way or another. As head cheerleader, you had many eyes on you and you weren’t the captain for no reason. You’re truly the best of your entire team. Your confidence practically oozes off of you whenever you’re out performing in the field or for competitions and you’ve been able to lead your team to national tournaments.

You and Seungmin were also practically the same person as far as he heard.

Students on campus were terrified of the two of you only because you shared the same style of expressionless eyes and barely showed much of a smile unless you were with your friends. You were also known around campus as two of the more active captains who would mingle at parties and would always be seen leaving with a new person at almost every party.

So it isn’t news that you were both looking at each other with a different sense of want.

“I’ll take that offer for the ramen,” you say as you walk past him and push your hands into the pockets of your light blue denim jacket. “But you’re paying because I left my wallet at home.”

“You’ll find a way to make up for it.”

“And don’t turn this into some kind of a porno,” you turn your head slightly to give him a glare which only makes him laugh.

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iii.

There’s something different as Seungmin walks into his first class of the morning with a minor headache from having actually only slept about three hours, movement sluggish as he carries himself up the dark blue carpeted stairs and backpack practically thrown onto the floor when he finally reaches his seat.

He almost collapses into the blue cushioned chair and immediately pulls down the wooden table folded against the seat in front of him, hunching over to smack his face onto the desk. Too little sleep means a too unaware and unbothered Seungmin.

“Hey,” Jeongin hisses with his elbow violently nudging Seungmin’s.

“What?” Seungmin groans without lifting his head.

“Felix wanted me to pass you this.” His hand slides under the small gap between Seungmin’s arm and the table, letting a piece of paper remain as he removes his hand and makes Seungmin sit upright when he sees it.

“What is this?”

“I don’t know,” Jeongin shrugs, “he passed it to me this morning when we bumped into each other in the cafeteria.”

Seungmin stares at the wrinkly piece of paper before he gently unfolds it.

(Y/n) told me you put me in bed. Thanks for that. I’ll buy you lunch later so text me because I’ll definitely forget.

“Couldn’t he have messaged me this?” Seungmin wonders out loud once he’s done reading it.

“You know how Felix gets,” Jeongin shrugs. “But there’s also something else—”

“Seungmin!” He’s rudely interrupted by the high pitched squeak of Hyunjin’s voice as he barges past a pair of students to get into the lecture hall, stumbling up the carpeted stairs and scrambling to where Jeongin and Seungmin are sitting—and also watching in confusion. “Seungmin! Seungmin…” Hyunjin pants heavily as he stops right in front of Seungmin’s desk and collapses onto the cushioned chair in front of the two.

“Dude? Did you actually run all the way here?” Jeongin snorts when he sees how out of breath Hyunjin is when he’s a national gymnast.

“You…” he raises a slender finger to point directly at Seungmin’s face, “went home… with (Y/n), right?”

“What?”

“(Y/n)... head cheerleader… top gymnast of the university… after me?!”

“Oh, yeah, we had sex,” Seungmin nods.

“Well…” Hyunjin lets out a horrific sounding groan as he sits upright and finally catches his breath. He throws his arm over the back of the chair and slams his phone, screen up, onto the table, “you’re not the only ones who know.”

On the phone screen, Seungmin’s able to recognise the university’s confessions page on Instagram.

I’m not one for gossip, but I saw Kim Seungmin and (Y/n) leaving Lee Felix’s party last night. Knowing those two, I can’t imagine what else they’d be doing together >.<

“Jesus Christ, don’t these people have anything better to do?” Jeongin scoffs as he picks the phone up to read the post more clearly, but Seungmin remains unbothered; eyes staring at Hyunjin in confusion.

“Where were you before this?” he asks calmly.

“I ran from my apartment across the street. I was having breakfast with Yeji—and she might be mad at me now—but I ditched breakfast the moment Wooyoung sent me the post and ran here,” he explains with his breath still heaving slightly.

“You ran from your apartment to the lecture hall to show me this?” Seungmin repeats simply. Hyunjin nods and rests his cheek against the chair, unbothered about the fact that none of them are sure of the last time it was cleaned, but he really just doesn’t care and he’s tired. “Jin, I don’t care about these things.”

“I know you don’t, but still,” Hyunjin shrugs.

“You could’ve texted me—what is up with you guys and not texting me today?” he wonders in slight disbelief.

“Felix is forgetful. His ADHD makes him a little bit spicier than usual, so I’ve just learned to roll with what he decides,” Jeongin waves his hand off, eyes still glued to Hyunjin’s phone.

“Why are you so invested in that anyway?” Hyunjin scoffs when he sees just how immersed in the post he is.

“The comments are interesting,” he shrugs. “Hey Min, check this out: ‘what if they end up deciding they both like each other and stop sleeping with other people?’.”

Jeongin peeks up from the phone to look at Seungmin who stares at him with his bottom lip jutting out in thought before he shrugs.

“I don’t know, I’ve never thought about commitment before.”

He finally puts the phone down to look at Seungmin in disbelief.

“What?”

“Are we really surprised here? He fucks anything that walks,” Hyunjin snorts.

“What?” Seungmin raises his hands in defence, “it’s not something that I actively think about. I have other things to worry about.”

“Yeah, but haven’t you ever thought about what happens after uni? Whether you’re gonna get married or just live a life alone?”

“Don’t put it that way,” Hyunjin scolds while lightly smacking the back of his hand against Jeongin’s. “Not everyone is into a life of marriage and kids, Yeni. I don’t even think I wanna get married either.”

“I’m not saying that everyone needs to get married, I’m asking whether you’re going to have a ‘college-whore’ phase or if you’re just not really down to actually getting into a committed relationship with anyone.”

Seungmin stares at him for a moment before shrugging, “never thought about that.”

Jeongin furrows his eyebrows but decides not to question it. He knows that Seungmin isn’t a hopeless romantic like he is, but Jeongin’s always thought that he’s at least wondering about marriage or his future relationships.

“When it happens, it happens,” he states nonchalantly.

Seungmin’s not the kind of person who thinks about his future relationships as in depth as Jeongin does. He’s more worried about his future career to actually wonder about whether or not he’ll end up marrying someone from university or someone that he eventually finds or who eventually finds him.

He’s never had any worries about what happens to his love life after he graduates because Seungmin’s not even interested in the idea of a committed relationship just yet. He doesn’t worry about what happens in the future and he makes sure that whoever he spends the night with knows that he isn’t intending on anything else other than just sex.

Which is why he’s somewhat surprised that you actually ended up leaving your number on his bedside table because Seungmin’s aware that you’re not exactly a ‘committed relationship’ person either. The both of you take the crown as the university’s one-night stands.

If you or Seungmin went to a party, you’d always end up leaving with someone, and the only reason why everyone knows is because you both came across one single person who wasn’t exactly the best at keeping secrets; not that it bothered the both of you. If anything, Seungmin thinks that it helps avoid any sort of attachments people form towards him.

“How was it, anyway?” Jeongin asks.

“What?”

“(Y/n).”

“You’re fucking sick,” Seungmin scoffs.

“I don’t mean it that way!” he gasps, cheeks burning red as he leans away from the baseball player. “You know I don’t!”

“I know; your reaction is just funny,” he laughs. “They left their number on my bedside table and asked if we could meet up again sometime soon.”

“Have you texted them?” Hyunjin pipes in.

“Not yet, no,” Seungmin shakes his head.

“Why not?”

“I’m swamped with assignments right now. I don’t have time to just ‘hit someone up’ out of nowhere. When the time comes, it comes,” he explains.

Jeongin nods knowingly and turns his attention to his own phone—where Hyunjin assumes that he’s back to looking at the confessions page post because it had actually garnered quite a bit of attention from the students of their university.

Hyunjin and Seungmin stare at him for a moment before finding ways to preoccupy themselves. Seungmin lowers his head against the table just as he did before and allows himself to fall asleep while Hyunjin takes his phone away from Jeongin’s table to scroll through Instagram mindlessly waiting for their professor to show up.

And until you walk in with your own clique; Lee Felix, Seo Changbin, Shin Ryujin, and Hwang Yeji.

Hyunjin’s the first to notice only because Yeji appears in front of him with her hand on her hip and a rolled up worksheet in her hand.

“Abandoning me at breakfast—really?!” she scoffs as she smacks him on the head with the booklet.

“Ow! Ow!” Hyunjin whines—even though it really doesn’t hurt that much—and uses his hands to try and block her advances.

“Not even an explanation afterwards,” Yeji huffs once she’s done with her attack.

“I’m sorry! I just had something I really wanted to show Seungmin,” he mumbles.

“So you abandon me in the middle of the restaurant when you were the one who stood outside my apartment yelling at me to ‘hurry the fuck up’ so that we wouldn’t miss the breakfast menu?!”

“I’ll make up for it, I promise!”

“You better, Hwang Hyunjin.” Her lean arms cross her over chest, the fabric of her black bomber jacket bunching up before she turns to Seungmin and Jeongin, who had been watching the entire thing, and smiles, “how are you guys doing? I feel like I never get the chance to hang out.”

“Oh, so you’re nice to them?” Hyunjin rolls his eyes.

She doesn’t even look at him as she smacks the paper in his face once again and keeps the sweet smile on her face as she looks at his friends.

“You’re always busy with cheerleading,” Jeongin whines. “We want to hang out with you and your friends so bad, but you guys are never free!”

“It’s not our fault that you guys are always busy with your own things,” you chuckle from behind Yeji with your hand resting lazily on the strap of your black messenger bag.

“Hey, you and I have practice around the same time,” Seungmin claims, his tone playfully sharp, but all you do is shrug with a smug smile on your face.

“We share the field with the rugby players, so Changbin’s as preoccupied as we are.”

All attention turns to Seo Changbin, the only rugby player out of the entire friend group, but he looks between all of them before his shoulders raise into a shrug.

Changbin’s a bit more on the quiet side. He’s a big guy, body practically gifted by the universe for rugby; which he actually ended up loving when he first tried it out. The sport only encouraged him more to work out so that he would be strong enough to take down literally anyone on the field. But for a big guy with a stone cold demeanour, Changbin’s an absolute sweetheart underneath.

He doesn’t talk that much in public, but when he’s behind closed doors and surrounded by people that he’s comfortable with, Changbin is the loudest and most chaotic out of all of them. The hole that remains in he and Felix’s living room proves that, while this guy is usually the ever so calm and collected man, alcohol makes him forget how strong he is when he’s swinging around a fifty kilogram kettlebell like it weighs nothing.

The twenty-three year old is already in his masters program, but he ended up clicking well with Felix and Ryujin because he’s a pretty funny guy when he isn’t clutching a rugby ball like his life depends on it as he barrels through four other people who are either the same size as him or way bigger.

“I have no comments on this. I just hang out with whoever wants to hang out,” Changbin mutters.

“You’d think that maybe Seungmin would be spending more time with your crew since half of you guys are on the field,” Jeongin snickers.

“I’m usually out of the locker room before most of them are in,” Seungmin confesses, turning to Felix who only nods in agreement.

“Seungmin never sticks around. Even the times that I do catch him, it’s right before he leaves and he’s usually heading somewhere else,” he explains.

“What the hell are you doing right after baseball?” Hyunjin scoffs out a laugh.

“People.”

Both groups freeze. Heads slowly turn to look at Seungmin who moves his attention to his phone instead, ignoring the way everyone is staring at him for his comment. He looks up at everyone calmly and smiles.

“God, I hate this guy,” Ryujin laughs. “He’s so confident in himself that it hurts.”

“If I was as good at baseball as he is, I would probably be the same,” you snort. “He gets ass whenever he wants and it’s not like anyone’s itching to date him either.”

“They have a point,” Changbin nods in agreement.

“Stop feeding his ego,” Jeongin rolls his eyes, head shaking when he sees the smug look on Seungmin’s face. “Hyunjin and I already have a hard time with him gushing about baseball.”

“I’m good at it.”

“You say that one more time and it loses its charm, yeah?” you threaten jokingly. Seungmin turns to look at you and he swears he feels something clicking in his head the moment you make unwavering eye contact with him.

The two of you stare at each other, unblinking, as though it’s some kind of a power challenge to see who would end up folding at each other’s cold glares.

“Christ, get a fucking room,” Felix laughs when the two of you have been staring at each other for quite a while.

“It’s a game,” you claim as you finally turn away from him to look at Felix with a smile.

“When did you guys come up with it? When he was ramming himself into you?” Hyunjin snickers.

Yeji all but smacks him again with the piece of paper, muttering something under her breath along the lines of, ‘fucking idiot’, before she plops herself right beside him.

Her action seems to make some kind of domino effect which leads the rest of your friend group sitting around Seungmin and his friends, you sitting directly beside him without saying anything else.

He lowers his head once again, wanting to take at least a ten minute nap before class is supposed to start and everyone is preoccupied with chatting with each other to bother him; all except for you.

You sit beside Seungmin with your gaze locked onto nothing as time passes by.

Jeongin takes notice of the action, but he doesn’t say anything about it and laughs when he hears Hyunjin and Yeji laughing at something Changbin had said, deciding to let you snap out of your trance on your own.

But your thoughts rage inside of your head like a hurricane.

And Seungmin peeks up from his arm ever so slightly, watching the way you seem completely lost in your own head and are almost unaware of anything happening around you.

He waits a moment longer before turning his head down just as Felix turns to you and nudges you lightly.

“You okay?” he asks softly.

You blink a few times and turn to him with a nod, “yeah.”

Seungmin stays silent and chooses to pretend to be asleep until he hears the professor greeting the class brightly.

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iv.

Seungmin swings his wooden baseball bat just as the pitcher throws the ball at him, the white and red stitched baseball flying straight to the sky.

“Good hit, Seungmin!” his coach praises.

He doesn’t say anything as he lowers his bat and continues to watch the ball fly across the field in the same direction as the team of cheerleaders on the other end right past the rugby team.

Seungmin’s eyes stop at you, where you watch your team form pyramids and instruct where they need to go or how they should be posing. He lets his gaze linger for a moment and just watches the way you interact with them, Yeji briefly dropping from her position to say something to which you nod.

He still hasn’t called you yet, but something inside of him seems to be reaching out to you from the way he just can’t tear his gaze away from you; even as he’s walking to another end of the baseball field to let someone else practice.

Seungmin lets out a sigh when he sits on the grassy ground and brings his baby blue water bottle to his lips.

“Good hit, Min,” Felix praises, seemingly appearing behind the captain from out of nowhere, but the suddenness of his appearance doesn’t bother Seungmin that much.

“Thanks,” he nods. He watches as Felix sits beside him with his own water bottle and towel in one hand and a baseball glove in the other, the dark brown leather worn out from years of use as it snugly wraps around his right hand.

“What are you doing after practice?”

“Not sure yet. I’m waiting for Hyunjin and Jeongin to say something because they both have practice, too.”

“The gang and I are gonna go bowling. You wanna join?” Felix offers.

“‘The gang’,?” Seungmin laughs.

“It’s easier than saying everyone’s names,” he chuckles.

“If Hyunjin and Jeongin are up for it, then yeah,” he nods.

“Do you ever do anything without those two?” Felix leans back onto his arms with a teasing smile on his face.

He isn’t exactly wrong about asking.

No one really sees Seungmin anywhere unless there’s at least one of the two around with him—he has exceptions of parties because he knows that he probably won’t end up leaving alone and he doesn’t want to burden any of the two of them with him suddenly disappearing when they’re dr unk.

“They’re good company,” Seungmin hums. “They make my life a little bit better.” Felix lets out an exaggerated coo at that and leans close to pinch his cheeks, to which Seungmin starts groaning and swatting at his hands.

“That’s so sweet!” he gushes.

“Felix,” he whines, thanking the universe that Felix lets up after a moment with a bright smile on his face and his teeth showing.

“But, hey, if you ever want some people to hang out with, just let me know. Everyone likes hanging out with you because they think you’re funny.”

“I thought Jeongin told you to stop feeding my ego,” Seungmin laughs.

“It’s the truth,” Felix claims, laughing slightly as well. “You’re a pretty neat guy. Don’t be so distant, okay? We’re all here if you want someone to chill with.”

Seungmin smiles. He knows that Felix really tries to be there for his friends and he absolutely adores how caring and attentive the dyed blond can be. It actually blows Seungmin’s mind sometimes at how Felix is so bright and willing to be friends with practically anyone. He’s so open and loving to anything and his presence alone just seems to lighten the mood

“I’ll let you know if I’m down for bowling,” he nods.

Felix smiles as well, his lips pursing into a more clumsy looking smile this time.

“Oh, I should also let you know this,” he leans in closer and lowers his voice. Seungmin’s smile fades the moment Felix speaks again because his tone has completely changed, filling with ice which contrasts his usually bright and sweet voice, “don’t fuck with (Y/n).”

He pulls away slowly and looks at Felix, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he stares at the man.

“They mean the world to me and God forbid you do anything that makes them sad,” Felix continues with the same tone. His brown eyes, usually soft, have hardened into a glare which could make anyone crumble out of pure intimidation. “Don’t you dare do anything to hurt them. I know they’re not the committed type, but don’t do anything fucking stupid.”

“Woah, dude,” Seungmin sits upright and shakes his head, “I’m not interested in anything more than just sex, man. I wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt (Y/n). I’m not the type of person who leads people on and ghosts them; I make it clear that I don’t want a relationship and if it gets sticky, then I just talk it out with them.”

As if a switch was flipped, Felix’s entire face softens and he smiles goofily, “ah, I trust you.” He stands up and lets his hand gently rest on Seungmin’s shoulder to give him a slightly shake, “I’m just looking out for (Y/n).”

He smiles at Seungmin once again before running to the field to practice.

Seungmin stays in his spot in pure disbelief, watching the way Felix goes on as though he hadn’t completely threatened him, and it makes him wonder:

What the hell is he getting into?

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“Strike!” Hyunjin cheers as he bounces away from the lane and back to the plastic bench where Yeji and Ryujin wait.

“Wow, you’re actually good at something,” Yeji jokes when he returns.

“At least I can get a strike. You can’t even get the ball to stay in the same lane,” he remarks and sticks his tongue out at her.

She lets out a huff and raises her hand to push his head away from her before turning to Ryujin who only watches in amusement as the pair interact.

Seungmin chuckles from where he is as well. He knows that Hyunjin and Yeji have reached a point in their friendship where the jokes and the teasing can be a little bit more extreme than usual, but they both know each others’ boundaries and they would both pounce on the first person who would try and use the same style of joking with either of them.

“Min, you’re up,” Changbin calls. He turns away and looks at the screen.

He’s not that far behind from where you sit at the top and knowing you, there’s a high chance that one of you would end up turning this into a battle.

It’s not you or Seungmin’s egos.

Seungmin just realised that long ago when you had first met at a party in your first year and you were playing beer pong against him. Your intense determination to win while also keeping the mood light is one of your biggest charms, he thinks.

“I’m not good at bowling, but I’ll try,” he chuckles as he stands up. You return to the plastic bench and give him a smile that says you’re actually rooting for him.

“Aim for the pins this time, Kim—not the gutter,” you joke.

“I have better chances aiming at Changbin but he’d just catch the ball.” Seungmin laughs when Changbin lets out a bashful giggle, curling up into a ball and letting out a sound akin to an excited screech.

He only laughs harder when you and Felix burst out laughing, the three of you practically crumbling to the ground out of the laughter that bubbles in your stomach.

“What the fuck?!” Felix laughs. He lets himself completely sit on the floor and clutches his stomach as he continues to uncontrollably laugh. The reaction from the three of you only makes Changbin giggle harder as well, his cheeks burning from how hard he’s smiling while you and Seungmin stay frozen in your spots from laughing.

Hyunjin, Yeji, and Ryujin stay in their spots, watching as the four of you collapse in disbelief. They had been preoccupied with a meme on Ryujin’s phone to have caught Changbin’s strange screech despite it being loud.

“Maybe we need to record everything these guys do so that we don’t miss anything,” Ryujin jokes.

“Too much happens when all of us are together,” Hyunjin chuckles. He pulls the black beanie off of his head and runs his hands through his light brown hair, giving it a shake before he slips the beanie back on.

Seungmin finally regains his composure and picks up one of the dark green bowling balls off of the return machine, truly intending to do his best until he overhears you and Changbin talking about the scores.

“If he actually gets this one, then he’ll definitely win,” he mutters, trying to keep his voice low to avoid Seungmin from hearing him.

He pauses for a moment as he stands at the end of the lane.

He could afford to lose one game against you.

Seungmin swings his arm back and rolls the ball forward, purposefully flicking his wrist in a way which sends it steering towards the left and hitting only three of the white and red pins.

“Damn it,” he huffs when he stands upright, turning around to see you eyeing him curiously as Changbin and Felix start laughing.

“Looks like (Y/n) wins this round,” Felix claims as he pats you on the back. You give him a small smile, but turn your attention back to Seungmin as he trudges back over to the plastic bench, fauxing his disappointment with a sigh.

“I’m done with bowling,” he huffs.

“We can head over to the arcade right next door. My hand’s honestly starting to hurt,” Hyunjin mumbles.

“That’s because you can’t throw a ball properly,” Yeji rolls her eyes.

“Oh, and you throwing it in the gutter is throwing it properly?” he argues.

“Can we leave before they start arguing?” Ryujin slips past them to cling onto Changbin’s side who only laughs.

“I’d really rather be at an arcade where I can’t hear them call each other ‘fucking dipshits’,” he jokes.

Hyunjin and Yeji glare at each other for a moment longer before they both smile and let out a laugh.

“It’s still funny even now,” she claims as she stands up. “Ah, I’ll never get tired of teasing you.”

“Have you guys actually ever gotten into a fight?” Changbin asks as all of you start heading towards the entrance of the bowling alley.

“Once before,” Hyunjin nods. Yeji links her arm with his, the both of their movements starting to synchronise almost instantly to the point where they’re walking at the same exact speed with practically the same footsteps.

“We were having a movie night at his apartment and I accidentally broke this gift from his boyfriend at the time,” she explains. “It was this cute little glass cat statue. The head came clean off and we ended up in a screaming match because I honestly hadn’t intended on breaking it, but Hyunjin was really mad.”

“All’s good now. We just decided from then on that we won’t scream at each other when we’re mad,” he hums.

Seungmin glances his shoulder at them and smiles. He and Jeongin have always thought that Hyunjin and Yeji were one of the healthiest friendships that they’ve ever seen, but he honestly isn’t sure on whether or not it’s because they just get along so well or if some divine power decided that they were platonic soulmates.

“It’s easier this way anyway,” Yeji continues.

“We don’t end up getting into that many fights if we just talk it out instead of waiting for it to fester,” Hyunjin smiles proudly.

You smile and nod, “kudos to the two of you then. I’ve known way too many friendships which tore apart because they were too ‘nice’ to each other.”

“We need to point out each other’s mistakes in order to grow,” he claims, “and we’re aware of each others’ boundaries enough to know when to not joke around.”

“And you guys have never been attracted to each other romantically?” Seungmin raises an eyebrow.

“Never had the attraction before,” Yeji shrugs. “I mean, we’ve thought about it and we’ve talked about it, but there’s no actual want or need to be in a romantic relationship.”

“So, we just stick by each other's side and ruin each other’s day,” Hyunjin snickers as he unlinks his arm to pat her head.

“It just feels like we’ve always meant to be siblings or something.”

“Oh! Jeongin said he’ll meet us at the arcade,” Felix pipes in after slipping his phone into the pocket of his black sweatpants.

“He had a swim meet just now,” Seungmin nods. “The swim team practices way longer than the on-field athletes do. I’ve asked him before why they practise for three hours, but he says it’s mostly because they need more time to change and warm up.”

“I’ve always wondered why I never see him around the place around the evening,” Ryujin hums.

“He’s always busy around the evenings, but whenever he’s not, Yeni’s trying to find things to do that doesn’t include swimming or his assignments,” he jokes.

“Hell, I do that too,” you chuckle. “I’d rather not think about cheerleading or gymnastics when I’m not practising or performing because it just makes me overthink.”

“I totally get that. I don’t think about rugby either,” Changbin nods ecstatically.

“I think we’ve all just collectively agreed not to think about our sports when we’re not actually doing them,” Felix chuckles.

“Life is easy that way,” Seungmin hums.

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Seungmin stands behind Jeongin and Felix with his arms crossed over his chest, watching with an amused smile on his face as they play one of those car racing games.

“Get out of my way!” Felix shouts when Jeongin crashes right into his car.

“You’re in my way!” Jeongin argues.

Seungmin laughs, his head shaking slightly. Nothing in the arcade is really catching his attention ever since the House of The Dead machine got put out of service, but he likes the environment and he likes watching his friends compete against each other.

“Not playing anything?” Ryujin asks, seemingly appearing out of nowhere; which is a habit of hers similar to that of Felix.

“I get more fun out of watching these two compete,” he snorts. Just as he speaks, Felix’s dark red car slams right into Jeongin’s and the younger screeches out of frustration.

“Come on, Lix!”

“It’s not my fault this damn console is so hard to control, okay?!” Felix groans.

“It is entertaining,” she laughs.

Ryujin looks around briefly, spotting where you’re playing one of the claw games on your own in the other end of the room. Changbin’s gone to repeatedly punching the punching bag to try and continuously beat his high score while Hyunjin and Yeji have busied themselves with the Dance Dance Revolution machine.

She laughs quietly to herself when she sees the way you let out a sigh at the way the metal claw drops the janky looking dog pulushy for the fourth time.

“Are you any good at claw games?” Ryujin turns to Seungmin, but he shrugs without looking at her.

“Never got much fun out of those scamming machines,” he claims.

“Fuck this game!” you exclaim.

Only then does Seungmin actually turn his head to see where you drag yourself away from the machine, grumbling curses under your breath as you make your way to where he and Ryujin are.

“Bad run?” he laughs.

“Claw games are scams,” you mumble. Your arms cross over your chest, a frustrated huff leaving your lips when you glance at the machine once again.

“We can always play one of those rhythm games to take your mind off of it,” Seungmin offers with his head jerking in the direction of the MaiMai DX machines.

“I can’t play MaiMai; I get confused,” you shake your head.

“What about the SEGA machines? I’m pretty sure they have Street Fighter there.”

You turn around to look at the machines Seungmin is referring to, staring at them in thought before you nod.

“Yeah, those look more fun.”

Seungmin immediately starts making his way towards the games with you following closely behind, Ryujin watching with an eyebrow raised. She doesn’t say anything about it and instead turns her attention to Jeongin and Felix; who have only crashed into each other once again.

“Are you good at these?” Seungmin questions as you sit on one of the plastic stools right in front of the Street Fighter machine.

“Not anymore,” you say as you extend your hand towards him.

Seungmin gives you a look before he realises that you’re asking for his share of the tokens, to which he places them into the palm of your outstretched hand.

“I haven’t been to an arcade for a while,” you continue and slide the tokens into the coin slot. The game starts and you choose your characters.

It’s been way too long since the last time you had played Street Fighter, so you’re hoping that you actually remember some of the controls.

Seungmin, on the other hand, was here a few weeks ago with Jeongin and Hyunjin where he had kicked both of their asses five minutes into the game.

The round kicks off smoothly with Seungmin giving you time to re-learn the controls while he stays moving up and down in one spot until you come kicking his character in the face.

“Wha—hey!” he exclaims. “I gave you some time!”

“And now I’m done with the time,” you giggle.

Maybe you lied when you said you weren’t as good anymore.

Just a little bit.

Seungmin was having a seriously hard time trying to beat you with the same type of strategy that he was used to against his friends. He feels his entire body tensing at the realisation that you’re actually way better than he had originally thought, his hands slapping the round buttons and giggling the black joystick aggressively in an attempt to win this match against you.

“Wow, so I do remember,” you laugh when you K.O. his character with ease.

“I hate you,” he grumbles and leans back in his seat, sulking at the idea that he’s just lost to you. “Let’s do another one.”

You glance at him and raise an eyebrow.

“Why? For you to lose again?”

“Let’s do another one so that I can kick your ass this time.”

You breathe out a laugh, “whatever makes you happy.”

You put in more tokens and let the round start once again, only this time, Seungmin chooses Ibuki and you choose Zangief.

The game moves slowly as the both of you take your time in trying to take each other down, but you realise quickly that Seungmin isn’t holding back and that there’s a reason why he chose a character that had more mobility.

He dodges all of your attacks with so much ease that you almost miss how fast he moves Ibuki around the screen.

Every time Seungmin’s able to actually hit you, you gasp and laugh. Whenever you hit him, however, Seungmin laughs and tells you that you’re cheating because you lied in the first place.

“I didn’t lie!” you scoff, still focused on trying to either avoid his attacks or kick his ass.

“You said you weren’t good!” he argues.

“I never said I wasn’t good, I said that I hadn’t played in a while!”

“Oh, please.” Seungmin rolls his eyes yet continues to completely beat the shit out of Zangief.

You sit back in disbelief when he actually wins, turning to you with a triumphant smile on his face.

“I told you,” he grins. You huff and cross your arms over your chest, unable to stop the smile that still breaks its way through your efforts; which only seems to make Seungmin smile even more.

“Hey, Sex Bots!”

You both turn your heads in the direction of Jeongin’s voice to see him waving his hand in his direction.

“We’re gonna get food and then come back, you guys gonna be alright on your own?”

You turn to Seungmin who shrugs.

“We’ll be fine!” you call, waving when he does. “Just text me if anything!”

Felix nods and leaves, following the Hyunjin, Jeongin, Ryujin, and Yeji out.

Which means that Changbin’s not with them.

“Wait a minute,” Seungmin says as he sits up slightly to look at them. “Where’s Changbin?”

You turn to look at him, thinking the same exact question before you hear Changbin’s infamous giggle coming from another end of the arcade which makes the both of you turn in the direction of his giggle.

Lo and behold, there Changbin is at the claw game machine you were at before, only he has three plush toys in his arms and another being pulled out of the machine.

“No fucking way,” you gasp.

“Wow, he’s actually pretty good at that,” Seungmin comments.

“He’s surprisingly good at it,” you claim as both continue to watch Changbin slide another token into the machine to play another round.

“Maybe you could convince him to give you one of the plushies.”

“No, that hurts my pride,” you simply say as you turn to Seungmin. He keeps his eyes on you and as though there’s some kind of a link in your brains, you both think of one thing.

“You wanna stay over tonight?” Seungmin asks.

You tilt your head slightly and smile, “sure.”

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Seungmin isn’t exactly surprised to see that you’re gone by the time he wakes up to the blare of his alarm. You had been doing it ever since the first time you had slept together, so he wasn’t expecting you to stay anyway.

He thinks it’s better this way because he actually has a few things that he wants to get done before he has to leave for lunch with Ryujin because she just really wants to try one of the new cafes in the area and no one wants to accompany her except for him.

He runs a hand through his messy hair, movements laced with pure laziness because he hates the idea of having to actually get out of bed to do things. All Seungmin wants to do on a Sunday afternoon is laze around and waste the hours since it’s one of the only days where he doesn’t have any practice or class.

He pulls himself out of bed and out of the bedroom, not even bothering to put on anything other than the sweatpants that he had haphazardly thrown onto himself right before you both went to bed.

Seungmin’s movements are sluggish, reeking of sleep as he makes his way into his small kitchen. It’s tiny, but it’s perfect for one guy who doesn’t really cook that much because he’s constantly pampered by leftovers from Yeji.

He rummages through his fridge and lets out a relieved sigh when he catches sight of a tupperware containing some jajangmyeon from the night before. Seungmin doesn’t care about what he eats right now; he just wants to get his brain moving.

With the tupperware shoved into the microwave, Seungmin wanders around his apartment groggily and freezes for a moment when he sees his living room.

There’s a metal band sitting right at the edge of his coffee table; a black band that he knows only one person wears. Seungmin assumes that you probably took it off when you got to his apartment but forgot to grab it on your way out, so he picks it up instead and takes it back into his bedroom right after he pulls the already heated noodles out of the microwave.

Seungmin plops himself into his desk chair with his breakfast, his hand placing your black ring right beside his laptop as he pulls open his laptop. He lets out a loud groan when he reads the last line he had stopped at the night before.

Right before he had decided to text you because he was feeling a little bit spunkier than usual; which in Seungmin’s own words means that he had a hard on and you were the only one of his benefits who he had the number to.

He lets out a loud groan when he reads the last line that he had left it on and throws his head back in frustration.

He really doesn’t want to write this paper—at least not right now.

Seungmin turns to look over his shoulder at where his phone sits on his bedside table. There’s a few thoughts running through his head which fill him with ideas on what he could probably be doing now instead of this paper.

He could easily call Jeongin and Hyunjin to bother them for the morning. Seungmin even has the chance to try and see how many drinks he can get into Felix by noon. Maybe he could call up Changbin to see what he actually does other than rugby and exercise.

Whatever choices Seungmin feels like he has just either don’t seem appealing enough for him to want to do willingly or he just doesn’t feel like doing it at all.

He could call you.

Which is the only thing that he seems to find appealing right now.

But he’s also just spent an entire night with you trying to prove his point that he can, in fact, take control after you had made a joke to Ryujin about how he can be a raging sub.

Seungmin shakes his head to force the thought out. If he thinks about the night before, he’s going to end up with an even bigger problem than his unfinished assignment. The moment he turns his attention back to his screen where his KakaoTalk program sits open.

Felix: Dude Ik you don’t care about these things But like look Attached image (1)

Upon seeing the image, he’s able to see that it’s a FaceBook post; which leads him to have a feeling that he knows exactly what it’s about.

Felix: Just saying that you and (Y/n) don’t seem so ‘just fucking’ to the public

Minz: Dude You’re right Idc But thanks for the update Usually I get them from Hyunjin

Felix: Hyunjin’s busy with making up for breakfast with Yeji So I’m giving you the message instead What are you even doing anyway?

Minz: I’m recovering from last night’s post-nut clarity while trying to finish my assignment Why

Felix: Just wondering Everyone else is busy with their own things You wanna have breakfast?

Minz: Breakfast? Or are you just going to that one restaurant that sells morning mojitos?

Felix: You’re the one suggesting it so I don’t see why not 👀👀👀👀

Minz: Idc I’ll do anything but this assignment I’ll meet you there in an hour

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“So… you changed our lunch plans because Felix got drunk on mojitos?” Ryujin asks as she stands at the end of the table, her gaze fixated on the way Felix has his head resting against his head on the wooden table.

“I don’t want to get into it,” Seungmin chuckles. He pulls out the seat beside him and pats it before she obliges to sit down.

“I hope you don’t mind, but (Y/n) said they don’t have anything going on today, so I invited them for lunch,” she says as she drapes her jacket over her lap.

“It’s fine,” he nods.

“What about Felix?”

“Felix wouldn’t even be conscious enough to realise there’s two more people here,” he laughs. “I doubt he’d even wake up if you guys were to try.”

“I’d rather not,” Ryujin makes a face, “last time someone tried waking Felix up from his drunken daze, he ended up punching Changbin in the ribs.”

“What?!” Seungmin laughs. “And I always thought that Felix wasn’t the kind of person who wouldn’t actually hit anyone on purpose.”

“He usually is, but Changbin decided that splashing water on him was a good idea.”

Seungmin pauses. He stares at Ryujin in shock as he tries to imagine what the scenario could’ve possibly looked like, but he simply can’t imagine Felix punching someone. She nods at him when she sees the pure confusion on his face.

“I-I just can’t,” he mutters.

“Right?”

“It’s like it’s impossible to see Felix that way.”

“I know!”

They’re both interrupted when you come into the restaurant, looking more dishevelled than usual with your bag not even properly closed.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” you sigh and plop yourself into the wooden stool right beside Ryujin. “Shit—my dog just…” your hands mimic an explosion, “like… shat all over my apartment.”

“What?” Ryujin leans away slightly to look at you in shock.

“Yeah, I think he ate something,” you mutter while shaking your head. “He’s fine now because I’ve given him meds and cleaned up the entire place—but holy shit, I felt so bad for him.”

“What even happened?” Seungmin laughs, the sound coming from pure disbelief.

“I woke up, saw that Ryujin had texted me, and when I got out to the living room, there was literal shit everywhere. I took him to the vet yesterday and she said it seemed to be just a simple tummy ache, but I hadn’t expected him to just explode like that.”

“Shit…” he trails off. “The day has barely begun and I have a blackout-drunk Felix, and information about your dog’s diarrhoea.”

“Hey, it’s a wonderful fucking world,” you chuckle.

“When did you even take your dog to the vet? I thought we spent the whole day together with Yeji and Hyunjin,” Seungmin questions, his arms moving to rest on the table.

“I went home after the picnic, remember?” you remind him. “I went home, took Haru to the vet, then you texted me at midnight.”

“What are you doing texting (Y/n) at midnight?” Ryujin raises her eyebrows, suggesting what she already knows is most likely the answer.

“Oh, we fucked because they made that joke to you,” he answers nonchalantly.

“Damn, our jokes are getting you two laid? I wish my life was like that,” she sighs longingly, her lips jutting out in an exaggerated manner to show that she’s joking.

“Just let either of us know, I’m dying to get someone else that isn’t Seungmin,” you roll your eyes.

“That’s not what you said last night.”

You glance at him, ignoring the way Ryujin’s jaw has dropped and you click your tongue in annoyance when you see the smug look on his face. Seungmin leans back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest. His tongue pokes against the inside of his cheek and he cocks his eyebrows at you.

“This guy’s a fucking asshole.”

“You love me,” he laughs. You poke your tongue out at him, which only makes Seungmin laugh even more.

Ryujin laughs to herself, leaning back in her seat as she watches the way you two bicker.

“God, you guys sound like an old married couple,” she claims with a chuckle.

“As if,” Seungmin gasps.

“No, we don’t,” you scoff.

You’ve both turned your attention to look at her in disbelief instead.

“Can you believe that?” he shakes his head when she doesn’t say anything, turning to look at you.

“Loser,” you mumble while shaking your own head.

Ryujin’s eyes widen and her lips part in even more amusement at the idea that you’ve both pushed the idea aside. Yet again, she doesn’t say anything and quickly changes the topic instead, not wanting to delay her beloved lunch any longer.

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vi.

“I just got the text from Hyunjin,” Jeongin announces as he scrambles into the kitchen where everyone is already gathered and arranging the neatly wrapped presents. “They’re almost here—get the lights!”

Changbin nods quickly and rushes to turn the lights off in the living room of their shared home. The group breaks as everyone tries finding appropriate hiding spots, you disappearing behind the dark blue couch.

“She likes surprises, right?” Seungmin asks as he follows you without much hesitation and crouches right in front of you.

“She loves them,” you nod. “The cheerleading team surprised her for her birthday last year and she almost cried.”

“That’s…”

“Yeji cries when she’s happy—Hyunjin really wasn’t joking when they said they’re the same,” you reassure him. He lets out a hum at that and nods. “Did you follow the list I sent you?”

“I was too scared to go off of it,” he chuckles.

“Good. The list exists for a reason.” You give him a pursed lip smile and a thumbs up. “Don’t go off the list.”

“Everyone; shush!” Felix hisses when he sees the outline of Hyunjin and Yeji through the glass of their front door. The room goes silent with the only sound of the both of them talking to each other vaguely making its way through the door.

The lock to the door clicks open before it swings open slowly.

“Where is everyone?” Hyunjin asks softly.

“I’m pretty sure Changbin said that he’d be here,” Yeji mutters.

As if on cue, all of your friends jump out from behind the couch just as Changbin switches the light back on, everyone yelling, “happy birthday!” which sends Yeji stumbling backwards in shock. She lets out a laugh right after and a bright smile breaks on her face.

“Come, come!” Ryujin urges as she takes both of her hands and starts pulling her into the kitchen where a strawberry cheesecake sits on the counter with two big candles and two small ones arranged in a straight line. “Make your wish, Yeji.”

“Wait, this is so sweet!” Yeji coos. She looks between all seven of you with her eyes sparkling. “Thank you guys.”

“We know how much you enjoy these,” you smile when she slings one arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer to her. Her other arm slings around Hyunjin to pull him close as well.

“And you said that you were too busy tonight to spend more nights partying,” she laughs at him.

“Ah, you know how it is,” he chuckles. Yeji smiles brightly at him anyway and Seungmin feels his chest filling strangely when he sees the way they look at each other with so much love.

But it’s a form of love that he knows isn’t a romantic one.

“Okay, okay, blow out your candles,” Changbin quickly says. “Then we can get down to drinks and presents.”

“Drinks!” Felix excitedly gasps.

Everyone ignores his obvious excitement of getting alcohol after not having any drinks the entire day and focuses on Yeji as she clasps her hands together and closes her eyes.

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No one’s sure as to how it had gotten this chaotic, but Changbin and Hyunjin are passed out on top of each other in the middle of the living room with the broken coffee table right below them.

Seungmin stands next to the couch and stares silently as he tries to make some sense out of how they could have possibly broken the table. You stand on the other end of the room with the same exact look painted on your face, eyes unblinking as they start stirring slightly only to roll over each other and continue to sleep.

Yeji had disappeared into Felix’s room to sleep long ago and Ryujin passed out on the couch a while after. Jeongin is hunched over the dining room table as he snores; leaving you and Seungmin as the only ones who are still awake—slightly tipsy, but awake. Felix is, oddly, nowhere to be found, but you both assume that he passed out somewhere considering how easy it is for him to pass out after drinking.

“These guys are insane,” you mumble and stumble towards Seungmin’s side of the living room.

“You know how they’re like,” Seungmin sighs with the shake of his head. You reach his side and stare at the two for a moment before you turn to him.

“Wanna fuck?”

“How drunk are you?”

“Only tipsy.”

Seungmin narrows his eyes at you before you raise your hand and flick him right in the centre of his forehead, the captain letting out a yelp and stumbling backwards slightly.

“What the hell?!”

“Would I be able to do that properly if I were drunk?” you huff.

“Fuck,” he grumbles while rubbing his forehead. “Proved your point, but was that really your go-to?”

“It’s effective.” You smile at him teasingly and stick your tongue out at him.

“It hurts.”

“Aww, I’m sorry. Want me to make it up by taking my pants off?” you coo. Seungmin sneers at you but starts walking towards the nearest bathroom with you following, a gleeful smile etched onto your face.

He pulls open the door and turns the light on right before he grabs your waist, shoving you against the countertop. You let out a gasp at how sudden the action is, but you’re not given that much time to react when Seungmin practically slams his lips against yours.

“Feisty, tonight, huh?” you tease, breath heaving when he pulls away for a moment.

“Shut up.” His hands slip under your shirt, fingers grazing and grabbing at your skin as he smothers your neck and jaw with kisses. “You should put that mouth to good use every once in a while.”

Fingers thread into your hair before roughly grabbing and angling your head back slightly.

“Who pissed in your soju?” you continue, but he only narrows his eyes.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” Seungmin groans right before he lets your head go and he starts pulling at your shirt. You move first and tug his black hoodie off just as his hands manage to slide yours off, both of them tossed aside haphazardly.

There’s a squeak coming from the bathtub that makes you and Seungmin freeze. The white shower curtain moves slightly, followed by what sounds like something slipping on the inside of the tub. You and Seungmin look at each other as you both try to figure out whether or not you’ve imagined the movement, but when something else seems to fall from inside the tub, it confirms that someone is in there.

Seungmin pulls away from you and rips the shower curtain back to show Felix sitting with his knees to his chest and his eyes wide open as he tries to avoid eye contact with either of you. His face is bright red, blank of any expression and not moving at all; not even blinking.

He doesn’t say anything as you and Seungmin stare at him. All three of you are waiting for someone to say something, but you and Seungmin look at each other and Felix continues to stare at the wall, frozen like a doll, which makes you realise that no one’s going to say anything first if you don’t.

“Felix?” you call as you push yourself off of the marble counter and stand beside Seungmin.

“H-Hey, dude,” Seungmin nervously coughs.

“We were j-just… you know—”

“Please, God, just leave,” Felix blurts out.

“Yeah!” you squeak while grabbing your shirt off of the floor. Seungmin quickly throws his hoodie on and pushes you out of the bathroom. You slam the door shut and lean your backs against it without saying anything. You turn to Seungmin, the both of you not doing or saying anything before bursting into fits of giggles.

“They’re never going to let us live that down,” he giggles.

“Oh my god, the poor guy,” you breathe out in almost pure disbelief with your hands pressing against the sides of your head.

“I’m just glad that we hadn’t gone too far.”

“Can you imagine if we hadn’t noticed at all?” you ask with a laugh, your hands covering your face.

Seungmin only laughs more when he sees your reaction and slings his arm over your shoulders, pulling you flush against him as you start to walk towards the stairs.

“Come on, we can always head to my place,” he suggests. There’s a brief moment where Seungmin presses a featherlite kiss to the side of your head as you can only continue laughing, stumbling alongside Seungmin while filled with pure glee.

“I’m alright with that,” you hum as you let your own arm loosely wrap around his waist to keep him close.

Seungmin smiles, glancing at you. There’s definitely still some alcohol in his system from the way he’s feeling a little more loving than usual; especially towards someone who he has no intentions in getting into a real relationship with.

But he accepts the feeling for the moment because, if he’s being honest, Seungmin’s never felt more alive with anyone before.

And he kinda likes the feeling.

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When morning comes, so does Seungmin’s headache. He definitely had way more to drink than he usually would, but he’s also certain that by the time you had gotten to his apartment, the both of you were already sober.

Seungmin stretches his arms out as he lays in his bed and curls into the first pillow right beside him. He squeezes the pillow lightly, but his eyes open once again when he realises that the pillow’s not only warm, but it’s moving.

“Comfy there?” you tease lightly. Seungmin raises his head only to realise that you’re comfortably laying in his bed with your head lazily angled in a way that lets you look at him.

“You’re better than my bolster,” he chuckles without making any attempts at moving away from you. You don’t seem to mind either, only facing the ceiling and closing your eyes. You let out a long sigh and allow Seungmin to cuddle into you with your hand wrapping around him when he moves impossibly closer.

“Are you doing anything today?” Seungmin asks.

“I’m usually on stand-by for if anyone wants some company and it’s a Sunday, so I don’t have any practice,” you hum. He feels you reach for your phone from the bedside table, lazily looking through your messages while Seungmin stays with his head now positioned on your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist.

“What time is it?”

“Ten.”

“What do you want for breakfast?”

You let out another sigh and move around a little bit as you put your phone back onto the bedside table. Your arms return to Seungmin, which makes him look at you, and you smile softly.

“Let’s order and stay in bed. I rarely ever get to just relax on Sundays,” you suggest. Seungmin looks up at you and nods at that, already reaching for his phone right beside yours.

He returns to his comfortable spot with his head laying on your chest and his phone in his hand as he scrolls through whatever restaurants are delivering this early. Your hand runs through Seungmin’s hair as he does, your entire body relaxing in the moment and makes you close your eyes.

The feeling of sleep starts to fill your mind, intoxicating you and lulling you back before you hear Seungmin speaking.

“There’s a brunch spot nearby that’s open,” he says and shows the screen of his phone to you.

“Get me anything that doesn’t have any pickles or onions in it,” you state and lower your head once again.

“I’ll get you the only thing that seems to have pickles and onions,” Seungmin snickers.

“If you do that, I’m never fucking you again,” you threaten with a lilt in your voice.

“Ah, you’re no fun,” he scoffs as he starts rolling away from you.

“Don’t go,” you whine.

You wrap your arms around Seungmin and roll together with him and straddle his waist, hands on either side of his head with your head lowered.

“I was just joking. You know I can’t resist you,” you grin, face inches from his.

Seungmin stares at you without saying anything, blinking as the seconds go past before he raises his head to kiss you. You let yourself melt into the kiss before pulling away to see a wide smile on his face.

“I’ll get you something without pickles or onions,” he promises softly. Only then do you lay down on his chest and nod.

“Thank you.”

Seungmin tosses his phone somewhere on the bed and wraps you in his arms. He lets out a contented sigh and closes his eyes when you snuggle against him, his right and moving away momentarily to drape his blanket over the both of you.

“We should do this more often,” he suggests jokingly with his arm running up and down your back soothingly.

“I’m really not opposed to that,” you laugh, body sending vibrations throughout his. “I should’ve stayed the whole night more often.”

“I don’t blame you for not doing so. It’s not… something you do when you’re trying to avoid feelings.”

“Yeah, but I feel safe here,” you state.

Seungmin’s arm freezes right in between your shoulder blades, the sudden halt of his actions making you look up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Why? Flustered?” you tease.

“No,” Seungmin claims. “I’ve just never had anyone tell me that before.”

“Well, I’m your first then.” You crawl up his body a bit and press a gentle kiss to the column of his throat.

He basks in the warmth, feeling a sense of pure comfort enveloping him as you relax against him yet again.

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vii.

You watch Seungmin from your spot at the benches, elbow resting on your knee and your hand propped up to rest your jaw on. He jogs laps around the field with the rest of his teammates and Felix following closely behind, the two of them exchanging laughter every once in a while.

“(Y/n)!” Yeji calls. You turn your head in her direction to see her running towards you. “We’re trying to figure out where we should put Yeosang.”

Your attention shifts to the group of cheerleaders—your team of cheerleaders—who are practising one of their own routines. Yeosang stands awkwardly at the side as he watches the group toss Yuna into the air.

“How many people is this routine for?” you ask while furrowing your eyebrows. You stand from the bench and approach the group, realising that, for some reason, there’s way more people in this group than you think is necessary. “You guys can split up and have five in two groups. That way you can make it bigger.”

“We were trying to avoid having more than one group for this routine, actually,” Seonghwa claims as he helps lower Yuna to the ground.

“Then eliminate people,” you state.

The group look between each other awkwardly before Yeosang nods, “it’s for the best. We don’t want it to appear overcrowded when we only have Yuna flying.”

“Alright,” she nods, pushing the stray strands of hair out of her face and flat onto her head.

“Seonghwa, you’re in charge of this team.”

“Okay,” he nods, turning back around.

“We need to start planning for the Summer Tournaments,” Yeji tells you when you take a step back to watch the routine. “Are we doing it with the whole squad?”

“I’d advise not to take everyone just in case some people can’t show up at the very last minute. We could do one of our older routines with a few tweaks here and there.” You cross your arms over your chest and bite your lip. Just as they’re about to throw Yuna into the air, you feel as though something in your head is screaming at them to stop; take a step back, something’s not right. “Stop!”

They all halt, almost dropping Yuna to the ground, but Yeosang quickly catches her with his arms around her waist.

“What’s wrong?”

“Tie your shoelaces, dumbass.” Seonghwa looks down and his face burns at the realisation that both of his shoes are untied. Not only that, but half of the team have theirs untied as well. “If any of you had tripped in the middle of trying to catch Yuna, all of you would’ve fallen and she would’ve gotten hurt.”

Four of them lower to the ground sheepishly to tie their shoes while Yeji snickers from beside you, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Good eye, Captain,” she hums. “But about the Summer Tournament, what routine were you thinking of?”

“I was thinking of pulling together a few of them and asking which one the majority of the team feel like doing.” You take another step back and watch with your finger pressed against your lip as the team starts with the routine. You let your eyes scan over every single person in that team, the movement of all six of the students to see if you can find any mistakes which could easily end up affecting the entire team. “Okay, good,” you praise once they’ve finished. “Lia; keep an eye on your footing, you could’ve slipped which could be more bad news to you than it is for everyone else. Yuna, work on your recovery when you’re thrown into the air—Yunho, throw this woman properly.”

They all nod at your feedback and start to disperse.

“Remember we have practice at the same time tomorrow!” Yeji announces just as the team heads towards their bags by the bleachers.

You turn around and find Seungmin once again. He lets out a laugh when one of the other baseball players, Jongho, throws a bat in his direction. Seungmin dodges the wooden object only to pick it back up and chase him with it.

You feel a smile pulling at your lips, a laugh huffing out of you as your arms cross over your chest. Seungmin seems to shine a little differently when he plays baseball, and you can’t help but stare at him as he runs around the field. They must be done with practice, you think, considering the fact that none of them are lining up to pitch anymore and it’s mostly them just playing in the field.

The rugby players are about done with practice as well and you see Changbin jogging towards Felix and Seungmin, the three of them chatting while you watch.

“(Y/n), Ryujin and I are going to check out the new cafe right outside campus,” Yeji says, her voice pulling your attention away. “You wanna tag along?”

“Yeah, sure,” you nod. “Just give me a while to wash up. I don’t like going around while I’m sticky.”

“We’re not going right now. We were planning on meeting at the cherry blossom tree in a few hours since Ryujin still has classes.” The both of you start walking in the direction of the campus cafeteria that faces the field. A few of the other students that were on the field run past you and you just watch as they do.

“(Y/n)! Hwang Yeji!”

You both turn around to see Felix sprinting towards you with his arms outstretched, but you take a step aside right as he’s about to hug you and he ends up stumbling over his own feet and crashing into the ground.

“I told you not to hug me,” you state.

“Just once,” he grumbles as he rolls over without seeming to be in any pain and stands up.

“Not at all.”

“You’d happily hang around with Seungmin, though.”

“That’s because we meet each other almost every night,” Seungmin’s voice answers from behind you, making you turn around to see him and Changbin standing behind both you and Yeji.

“That’s the deal,” you claim while jerking your thumb in Seungmin’s direction.

“Why the hell did you just government name me?” Yeji laughs.

“It’s nice to say every once in a while,” Felix claims as his hands brush over the front of his pants.

Seungmin approaches you and slings his arms over your shoulders. “Mine or yours?”

“Depends on how late I’m out with Ryujin and Yeji,” you shrug. He nods at that, but doesn’t make much of an effort to move his arm away even when your friends stare at the both of you.

“What? I can’t put my arm around the person I’m fucking?” Seungmin asks.

“That’s…” Yeji trails off, “you know what? It’s fine—everyone stop looking at them.”

You smile, “thanks, Yeji.”

She blows you a kiss in response, her movements over-exaggerated as she laughs.

Your arm slings around Seungmin’s waist as you turn to look at him. He smiles at you and pulls you aside.

“Jeongin and I are watching a live gig in town tomorrow night after dinner. You wanna come with?”

“Tomorrow night?” you repeat, which makes Seungmin nod. You purse your lips together and let out a huff of air, “I think I have plans with Felix tomorrow night, though. He wants to watch a movie, so I might be at his house.”

“You can postpone that,” Seungmin scrunches his nose up. “Look at the pros: if you come with me, you get sex. If you don’t… well then, you don’t get sex with me.”

“That is a tempting offer,” you sigh. “But Felix and I have some things we need to talk about and I promised him I would make it for tomorrow night.”

Seungmin smiles and nods, “alright. Just let me know if you need anything.” He presses a kiss to the side of your head and you smile as he does, allowing yourself to bask in the feeling.

“Woah,” Changbin gasps, which tears the both of you out of your bubble. “Non-sexual kisses?”

“Stay out of it,” you practically bark at him. He raises his hands up in defence at your tone, but Seungmin laughs and squeezes your shoulders against him.

“Stay down, pup.” He pats your arm gently and you lean into him as you stick your tongue out at Changbin. The rugby player narrows his eyes at you with his lips parted in confusion as he looks between you and Seungmin.

“What kind of fucking pet play are you guys into?”

“Fuck off, Bin,” Seungmin snaps this time. He lets out a laugh this time and turns to the rest of your friends with his mouth agape.

“Are you seeing this?” Changbin laughs.

“I had to get used to it,” Felix grumbles. “Hanging out with (Y/n) at night gets cut short because Seungmin gets horny.”

“He’s my plus one,” you hum.

“He must’ve been trying to plus himself into you that night in the bathroom,” he scoffs.

“Oh god, I almost forgot about that,” Yeji laughs. “I can’t believe you guys almost fucked in the same bathroom that Felix was in.”

“To be fair, we didn’t know he was in there,” Seungmin defends, the smile on his face saying that he shows barely any regret for the incident.

“And we left before we did anything else,” you add with a wide smile on your face.

“Why is it that the only time these two are showing emotion is towards my suffering?” Felix sighs.

“It’s our charm.” Seungmin raises two fingers to show him the peace sign. “Anyway, now I’m bored, so I’m going to drag (Y/n) away because I’m hungry.”

“Just eat with us,” Changbin looks at him in surprise.

“None of you are as fun as them.”

“All they do with you is fuck and bully you!” Yeji laughs heartily.

“And it’s entertaining for me,” he claims proudly. You laugh and smack his chest lightly.

“I have no choice. I’m already spending tomorrow night with Felix,” you say.

“You guys aren’t even dating—there aren’t any obligations,” Felix points out.

“Seungmin’s still my friend. If I had made plans with him and you invited me out, I would’ve turned you down, too.”

“‘Friend’, my ass,” Changbin scoffs. “You two stay the night and cook each other breakfast. You guys wouldn’t do that if you were ‘just friends’.”

“How about I show you what ‘just friends’ is like,” Seungmin takes a step forward but you pull him back with a laugh.

“God, they’re even able to hold you back,” Yeji points out in slight shock. “Hyunjin always said that whenever Seungmin was about to beat someone up, not even Jeongin could stop him.”

“Shit, really? Jeongin’s one of his favourites, too,” Felix laughs.

“Jeongin is his only favourite. He doesn’t have anyone else that he likes more than he likes Jeongin,” she jokes with her arms crossing over her chest.

But even as a joke, Yeji knows that she’s right, because getting Seungmin to openly tell people that he likes you means that he definitely favours you. And the way that he glances at you and smiles without saying anything proves that he has another favourite other than Jeongin.

“Aish, he has another favourite; look at that,” Changbin clicks his tongue on faux annoyance.

“Jeongin cooks me food and gives me his PlayStation account and (Y/n) lets me sleep with them. Give me a reason to make you another one of my favourites and I’ll do it,” Seungmin says right before he turns around with you still in his grasp and brings you away from your friends.

“Can I at least have a hint as to how?!” he asks loudly as the both of you walk away.

“Either give me the best head of my life or bring me lunch! Pick your poison!”

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“Here,” Felix says as he tosses a bag of chips in your direction. “I convinced Changbin to give me his alcohol stash, so we’re drinking tonight.”

“How do you not have your own stash?” you joke as you take one of the glass bottles from him.

“I keep finishing it and Changbin hides it from me because he doesn’t want me to get alcohol poisoning.” He plops himself beside you on the couch and rests his feet on the coffee table as the movie starts playing.

“I’m actually surprised that you haven’t gotten alcohol poisoning from the amount that you drink during parties,” you huff. You tear open the bag of barbecue chips and stick your hand into the bag as the move goes on.

“I’m actually vomiting most of it out before I sleep,” Felix claims, voice muffled from the mouthful of his instant ramen. “I may be an alcoholic, but I try being as careful as possible, and usually, I end up vomiting everything out before I sleep to stop myself from vomiting in my sleep.”

You look at him with furrowed brows, eyes narrowed slightly as you take in the information.

“Huh.”

“It stops me from dying,” he shrugs. Felix doesn’t say anything else as he turns his attention to Arrietty instead, watching at the way she runs into her house with the giant leaves.

You’ve always thought that Felix had more to him than the alcoholic party animal that he shows everyone. The fact that he’s actually trying to stop himself from getting alcohol poisoning and stopping himself from possibly dying makes you realise that he’s actually aware of what goes on inside of his body and how people see him.

“The party animal thing is just an image I like having,” Felix continues when he realises that you’re still thinking about it. “It’s fun for me and I like alcohol. So, I guess it ties together.”

“I guess it does,” you chuckle. You pull the blanket higher up your body and let your body relax into the soft cushion of the couch.

“How’s the… you know?”

“Better,” you answer with a shrug, your eyes not leaving the TV screen even though you know that Felix is looking at you. “It’s getting better and the idea of it isn’t bothering me as much as it used to.”

“That’s good,” he hums. “Does Seungmin know?”

“We don’t talk about our feelings,” you state just as you fill your mouth with chips.

“You guys look like a couple, you know.”

“You know how I get with these relationships.”

“Yeah, I do,” Felix claims. He angles himself so that he’s looking at you properly, “but you aren’t usually this affectionate with them in public. And you don’t spend the night—you said it yourself; when the sun rises, that’s when you leave.”

“That doesn’t mean that I can’t do it now with him,” you shrug.

“You guys spend practically everyday with each other, you kiss, you cuddle, you cook for each other, you hang out together, you fuck—but you guys don’t actually talk about your feelings? Don’t you ever wonder whether you guys are probably—”

“Felix.” Your voice comes out colder than usual, the tone stronger than you’ve ever used with him, and it makes him shut his mouth. You turn to look at him and let out an inward sigh, “we’re just friends. Don’t look too much into relationships that aren’t your own.”

“(Y/n).”

“Committed relationships aren’t my thing; you know that. I’ve been in enough of them to decide that no one’s worth my commitment,” you continue as you turn your head to look away.

“I get that it must’ve been hard because of your past relationships, but haven’t you ever thought of the future? What about if you’re ever going to get married? What happens when we all graduate and start working?”

“I’ll think about it when it happens,” you state.

“You can’t just push this sort of topic away. It’s me—come on. We can talk about these things when we don’t talk about them to anyone else,” Felix persists.

It’s a strange charm that he has; the ability to talk to anyone about what’s bothering them. The way he’s able to ask anyone to talk to him about their feelings even if it’s someone he had just met.

You let out another sigh and turn your body towards him. His eyes visibly light up at the way that you’re finally giving in to talking about exactly what’s bothering you, readjusting himself so that he’s facing his entire body towards you.

“I just can’t handle the idea of letting more people hurt me.” Your words come out slowly, every single one of you going through your head before leaving past your lips. “And I’d rather be the one to leave before they do.”

“Honey, that’s called abandonment issues,” Felix jokes. “But that can’t completely stop you from committing to someone.”

“I know it can’t, but it’s hard to just push it away like it doesn’t do anything to me at all,” you sigh.

“There’s always room to try. You just have to work on it. When the right person comes around, you’ll totally be able to push the feelings aside and get along with it.”

“But what if that never happens? What if I’m never sure about it?”

“One unloyal ex doesn’t mean the rest will be,” Felix reassures you with his hand holding onto your forearm gently.

“Try three,” you deadpan.

“Not everyone is a cheater!” he insists.

“But all of the ones I’ve been with have,” you argue. “I just don’t think I’m strong enough to go through with it again.”

“(Y/n), you can’t live in fear forever. You’re going to have to face this head on one day and you’re going to have to hold on. If someone comes by and you really end up loving them, you can’t just push them away because you don’t want to get hurt again,” Felix reasons. His hand squeezes your arm gently, “you’re going to have to go with your gut, okay?”

“I know I’ll have to eventually, but what if I just never know?”

“Then you’re just gonna have to fly with it. Go with the floor—ride the vibe—do anything. Don’t let it stop you from falling in love.” His hand lowers to hold onto your hand as his left hand puts away the plastic bowl to hold onto your other hand. “It won't stop you forever. You’ll learn to grow and deal with it in ways that let you be with people. I know you’re not aromantic—you know that you’re not. We’ve had that talk before—and you’re definitely not ace, either; that’s Ryujin’s thing. You just have to let yourself fall sometimes, and eventually, someone’s gonna catch you.”

You stay silent and allow Felix’s words to settle in your thoughts. Your eyes flit to look away and you blink a few times as you take it in. The idea of marriage isn’t something that you started thinking about after your most recent ex because that one completely changed your outlook on relationships almost entirely.

“You can do it, alright?” Felix reassures you gently with his hands still holding onto yours. “I know you can. There’s just some things that you’ll need to get over first. If you ever need anyone, you know that I’m here to talk.”

You nod and smile.

“Thanks, Lix.”

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“What are you craving?” Seungmin asks as you both walk together, your arm linked with his as you look at the flowers that bloom.

“I’m fine with anything,” you hum. You’re honestly more into the view than the idea of eating because it’s quite rare that you actually get to see the cherry blossoms blooming when you’re not on campus, and the feeling of actually walking through a park being your main focus.

Seungmin smiles when he sees the way you look around, obviously distracted, but he doesn’t do anything to move your attention. He knows how much you like cherry blossom trees; it’s the only reason you enjoy spring as much as you do.

He waits until you’ve returned to reality and your attention has moved to Seungmin.

“This is really pretty,” you say as you turn back around to look at the trees.

Seungmin holds onto your arm without waiting for anything else, the smile on his face never fading as he watches how in awe you are. Warmth runs throughout his body as he does, the feeling flooding his veins and just filling him to the brim.

Until his smile fades and he realises that something is very wrong with what he’s feeling.

You turn to look at him and smile widely, your teeth showing and the corners of your eyes crinkling.

Seungmin feels dread crashing into him and his lips part in realisation.

It can’t be.

He’s never come across this issue before. Maybe he’s overthinking this. Maybe he’s just never been in a casual relationship like this with a friend he was so close to before.

Yeah, that’s probably it, Seungmin thinks. It casts reassurance through him—albeit slightly—but it’s enough for him to return the smile when you lean up to kiss him on the cheek.

“Thank you for taking me to see the cherry blossoms,” you say gleefully.

“I know how much you like them, baby,” he chuckles. Seungmin’s hand raises to pat down your hair gently as you look at him and you smile even more.

Yeah, he’s probably just not used to being in a casual relationship that’s also growing more platonically. That has to be it.

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viii.

You let out a laugh as you lay against Seungmin’s bare chest, the captain laughing as well and the vibrations from his body running throughout yours.

“How are you so sure?” you laugh.

“Saw it with my own eyes, babe,” he chuckles. “I can’t believe that Changbin was right. I mean, that guy can’t even hold any secrets to save his life, but I wasn’t expecting that to be true.”

“And she just told you?”

“Spilled like a broken faucet.” Seungmin runs his hand up and down your own bare back, his fingers leaving goosebumps wherever his skin meets yours as you both bask in the morning glow. “And don’t tell anyone that I told you this. Yeji would kill me.”

“If she didn’t want anyone knowing, she shouldn’t have told Changbin,” you joke.

“Hey, it’s not his fault,” he scoffs, raising his head to look you in the eyes. “And you can’t blame Yeji either—Changbin said she told him by accident and he now had to bear the crushing pressure of keeping Hwang Yeji’s secret of being a furry.”

“Accidentally walking in on her looking at furry art made me wonder how Felix must’ve felt in the bathtub.”

“Hey, at least ours was expected,” you snort. “What were they supposed to do in the first place? Run away from the both of us? They know what we’re like. The fact that we’re together just doubles how bad we can get.”

“I know, but sometimes I do feel a bit bad about it,” Seungmin laughs.

“Nothing we can do about it,” you hum. He only laughs more and lets his hand fully rest on your back. “What do you want for breakfast? I think I should still have some groceries left from last week’s run.” You start to sit upright and Seungmin follows your movement with his hand moving to hold onto yours.

“You definitely should. You bought a lot of shit last week,” he points out.

“That was only because you kept telling me to buy enough for you. Therefore, I now have enough for two people.” You give him an annoyed look, but Seungmin only smiles cheekily in response. You throw on a stray shirt that sits at the edge of your bed as you stand up, “what do you want to eat? I think I have a recipe for waffles lying around somewhere.”

“I’ll eat whatever as long as I’m cooking it with you.” Seungmin stands from the bed as well, grabbing the pair of shorts that he had been wearing the night before and looking around for his shirt. He stops moving when he sees you standing at the doorway to your bathroom and his hand raises to point at you, “you’re wearing my shirt.”

You look down at the black t-shirt before realising that Seungmin’s right, but you only shrug in response and run a hand through your bedhead, “it was the first thing I found. I would’ve put on mine if I had grabbed it first.”

Seungmin only smiles as he approaches you to wrap his arms around you.

“You’re lookin’ a little too cute to have just woken up,” he teases right as he presses kiss to your forehead. You only scrunch up your forehead and raise your hands to push him away; only jokingly.

“Stop it,” you groan.

“I’m right and you know it,” Seungmin laughs when he sees the disgruntled look on your face when he continues to pepper kisses all over.

“Minnie,” you whine and finally get him to pull away.

He only smiles as he does, hands holding onto yours as he sways a bit, “alright, alright. Let’s get the waffles going before we both have to leave for the day.”

“We’re also staying in your place tonight because I’m going to need to go to another grocery run after we cook,” you say as you leave your bedroom.

Seungmin stays in his spot for a moment and watches as you go, but he feels a strange pang in his chest when he does. Shaking his head, he chases after you.

“What if we just go for a grocery run together tonight?” Seungmin suggests.

“I’m not opposed to that,” you claim.

You open the door to your fridge and start rummaging through it while Seungmin pulls out your pan from the cabinet; the past few weeks of him staying over made him more familiar with your kitchen. You bend down slightly and push aside some of the stuff, trying to find the butter, only to feel a hand smacking directly onto your ass.

“What the fuck?!” you gasp loudly with a jump, but Seungmin wraps his arms around your waist to stop you from turning around.

“God, I love that ass,” he chuckles against the skin of your neck.

“I get that you do, but you didn’t have to hit it that hard,” you scoff. Seungmin only lets out another laugh before he presses a kiss to your skin and pulls away.

“I have to prove it some way.”

“There’s something called ‘gentle love’, okay? Don’t go smacking my ass just because you want to prove that you like it,” you huff as you pull out butter from your fridge.

“Whatever you say, sweet cheeks,” he snorts.

“And no naming it,” you say strictly and point your finger at him.

Seungmin grins and shakes his head, “that’s something I can’t do, baby, and you know that.” You scrunch your nose at him once again, but he responds by pressing a sweet kiss to your lips instead. “Let’s get those waffles cooking.”

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You walk into the library with your ears plugged, not paying much attention to whoever walks past you as you do, and make your way to the third floor where the bean bag section is.

You’re hoping that it’ll actually be empty today so that you can take a nap, but it’s the bean bag section. And when you’re in a university filled with sleep deprived and soulless students, the bean bag section of the extensive library is the best spot on campus.

Just to your luck, three of the bean bags are empty.

And to add more to your luck, Seungmin is comfortably sat on one of the bean bags with Hyunjin and Jeongin beside him, all three of them with their laptops out and their earphones in. Before you’re able to do anything, Hyunjin looks up from his laptop and smiles when he sees you. He beckons you over and you oblige without much hesitation, making your way to the group until Jeongin and Seungmin look up as well.

“Hey,” Jeongin whispers as he waves at you.

You return the wave with your right hand and pull up a bean bag from the side to join them, instinctively pulling it on the other side of Seungmin.

“Hyunjin’s trying to find a topic for his dissertation,” Seungmin claims softly.

“I can’t think of anything. I feel like I’m going crazy,” Hyunjin mumbles as he looks at his screen in frustration. He pulls the top shut and lets the device slide to the floor. “I thought I’d be able to think more about it in the library, but focusing on culture topics makes it impossible.”

“Writing anything on culture is like identifying exactly what’s wrong with society and putting it into words,” you chuckle.

“That’s called psychology,” Seungmin jokes. Jeongin snorts loudly and slaps his hand over his mouth when one of the students gives him a dirty look.

“What are you guys doing?” you ask, referring to Jeongin and Seungmin by looking between them.

“We’re here for moral support because we’re waiting for our next classes,” Seungmin answers. “I’m just trying to finish up my politics paper. I managed to get most of it done over the weekend, so I’m giving it a final push before I submit it tomorrow.”

“I’ve finished most of what I need done by this week, so I’m taking a break while I wait for the rest of the pressure to come in,” Jeongin says as he places his open laptop on the floor and leans back in the bean bag with his arms outstretched above his head.

“What about you?”

You lean back into the cushy bean bag and shake your head, “no assignments for me. I came here for a nap.”

“I might take one now, too, actually,” Jeongin groans as he lowers himself lightly until he’s able to rest his head on the fabric.

“So, you’re both just going to leave Hyunjin and I to our own devices?” Seungmin gasps, mocking disbelief.

“You guys are big boys, you can deal with it yourselves,” you chuckle with a sigh and close your eyes.

A few moments pass and you start to feel the lull of sleep, but the constant jerking of your head keeps waking you up and you furrow your brows in slight annoyance.

Until a hand rests on your head and guides you to a shoulder where you feel the vague smell of a cologne so familiar embracing your senses.

“Bring a neck pillow next time or you’re going to wake up in pain,” Seungmin mumbles, soft enough only for you to hear.

“Fuck you,” you grumble.

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“What are you gonna do about it?” Jeongin asks.

He and Seungmin sit on their balcony with the sliding door closed just in case Hyunjin would accidentally walk in on their conversation since he has a habit of letting himself in. A half-empty bottle of red wine sits on the glass patio table in between them, two wine glasses sitting on two sides of the bottle.

“I don’t know,” Seungmin mutters while shaking his head. He picks up the glass nearest to him and sips the wine slowly, letting the tangy taste of the alcohol hit his tongue. “It feels like there’s nothing I can do.”

“Talk to them,” Jeongin immediately says. “You’ll never know unless you talk to them.”

“I can’t risk it. I don’t want to lose them that easily just because I didn’t know how to keep my mouth shut.”

“Seungmin…”

“It’s all temporary anyway,” he cuts him off, “love is temporary. You can’t rely on it forever.”

Jeongin purses his lips together and sighs.

“You can’t say that forever.”

“I can’t expect them to just happen to be okay with it either. We both agreed there would be no strings attached—hell, it isn’t easy for us to eiven get attached in the first place! Why the hell did it have to be them?” Seungmin groans and hangs his head between his hands as the weight of it starts to truly show itself to him. “(Y/n)’s too nice. I can’t lose them, Jeongin.”

“Telling them doesn’t mean that you’ll be losing them. You guys are friends before anything else. (Y/n)’s loyal to their friends,” he insists. “You can’t bottle this up forever. Wouldn’t it be better to at least know?”

“I don’t know.”

Seungmin leans back in his chair and looks out at the sky. The sun has started to rise in the distance and he can see the colours of the sky blending together as it starts to lighten. He and Jeongin had been out on the balcony since he had gotten back from spending the day at your apartment, only returning to their shared apartment right before midnight and with a look on his face that made Jeongin pull out his cheapest wine and a pair of glasses.

“Please, Min. At least talk to them. You’ll really never know what happens unless you talk to them,” Jeongin places his hand on Seungmin’s knee, giving him a reassuring squeeze and a small smile.

Seungmin responds by nodding and giving him a tight-lipped smile.

“I’ll talk to them,” he mumbles.

“Don’t let it get too far. You remember what happened with Hyunjin,” he chuckles. Seungmin lets out a hearty laugh as he nods, turning his attention to the wine, looking between the bottle and Jeongin.

“Oh my god, heartache… wine… Yeni—Am I turning into Hyunjin?” he laughs.

“You’re not sprawled on our kitchen floor yet,” Jeongin shakes his head, “until then, you’re still Kim Seungmin.”

Seungmin chuckles and nods.

“The one and only.”

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ix.

Hyunjin had a suspicion from the very beginning that something was up between you and Seungmin; something more than just the two of you sleeping together. Whenever he mustered up the courage to ask Seungmin, he replied with, “bite me”, which meant that he wouldn’t confirm nor deny his suspicions.

And as the months had gone by, the idea of it just normalised itself to Hyunjin that you two were just close because you had the opportunity to be as closely intimate as you usually are. So, Hyunjin had forgotten about it. He let himself get used to whatever PDA that you and Seungmin would subject all of your friends to and so did everyone else.

At least until now as he and Ryujin sit across from each other with wide, nervous eyes. Apparently, she had been having the same exact suspicions as Hyunjin has had and she had refrained herself from talking about it with anyone mainly because she didn’t want to accidentally overstep your boundaries.

“I thought I was the only one,” Hyunjin breathes out a sigh as he leans back in disbelief.

“No,” she shakes his head, “I’ve noticed this since the very beginning. (Y/n) doesn’t act like this normally with anyone.”

“What if they actually do end up falling in love? Seungmin isn’t the kind of person to act on a crush. He just lets it pass without doing anything.”

“You think (Y/n) would do anything? They end up leaving first because they don’t want to get hurt.”

Hyunjin scoffs slightly and Ryujin only bites the inside of her cheek as she looks away from him.

“(Y/n)’s going to break his heart and it wouldn’t even be their fault,” she mutters.

“Seungmin’s going to break his own heart. If he doesn’t say anything, he’ll never know whether they’re willing to try a relationship,” Hyunjin argues.

“No, Jin, you don’t understand,” Ryujin looks at him sharply. “(Y/n) doesn’t get into committed relationships because they don’t believe that anyone would willingly commit themselves to them. They leave when they feel like they’re starting to get attached because they don’t want to risk putting themselves through another breakup.”

“But the year is ending. Are they just going to keep avoiding relationships for the rest of their life? What happens when we all graduate and they both just never end up getting over each other?”

“If they don’t end up getting together, they’ll both probably force themselves to fall out of each other.”

Hyunjin frowns.

He’s always known that Seungmin wasn’t the kind of person who would think about the idea of marriage or romantic relationships, but it’s starting to get painfully obvious to him that Seungmin’s falling in love with you.

And Ryujin’s able to note the amount of times that she’s noticed you falling in love with him just from the way you act. You’re sweeter whenever he’s around and the way Seungmin always seems to be the first person that you think of makes it less of a question to her.

They exchange a look that makes Ryujin shoot straight in her seat, “don’t tell Yeji! I know you guys tell each other everything!”

“I won’t!” he exclaims, mouth opening and closing similarly to that of a fish as he shakes his head violently. “There are things I don’t tell Yeji because I don’t want her telling Changbin. I don’t know what’s wrong with that woman. She keeps telling Changbin things even though she knows that he’s horrible at keeping secrets.”

“They’re both terrible at keeping secrets. Maybe it attracts each other,” Ryujin jokes.

“I really wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the reason,” Hyunjin laughs. “You can’t tell Felix either. He’ll just try therapy-ing (Y/n) to the point that they realise there’s something up and it’ll scare them from being with Seungmin in general.”

“I’d trust Felix to keep a secret. He knows (Y/n) most out of all of us and he knows that he shouldn’t mess around with their privacy,” she claims.

Their eyes meet each other again as Ryujin leans back and crosses her arms.

“I just don’t want (Y/n) leaving him dry just because they got attached,” she mumbles.

“It’s not like there’s anything the both of us could actually do,” Hyunjin sighs. “We can’t exactly convince them to not dump each other.”

“It sucks that we’ve noticed this,” Ryujin huffs. “All we get to do is watch them fall apart.”

“What if we matchmake them?”

“You’re stupider than Yeji makes you out to be.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

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There’s a strange feeling that overcomes Seungmin as he stands outside of your apartment door. He blinks rapidly and continuously clenches and unclenches his fist in an attempt to calm his nerves.

Maybe it’s because he hasn’t done this before.

Confessing to someone isn’t exactly something that Seungmin does often considering how difficult it is for him to actually get attached.

He raises his fist and prepares himself to knock on the door, only for it to rip open. The man in front of him is as startled as he is and Seungmin takes a step back in shock.

“Sorry, I was just leaving,” he mumbles and slips past the captain. Seungmin watches as the man leaves, wondering why he looks so familiar.

“Min?”

He turns back to your door to see you peeking out of your bedroom, hair dishevelled and clothes haphazardly put on.

“Come in,” you beckon him inside and Seungmin obliges, closing your door behind him. “Did you message me? I haven’t checked my phone in a while,” you say absentmindedly as you look at your phone.

“I-It’s fine, I didn’t,” Seungmin shakes his head. “Was that guy…”

“Song Mingi from the rugby team,” you answer. “I was bored and he said he was in the area. I would’ve messaged you if I knew you were still nearby.” You put your phone away and smile at him, “what’s up? You don’t usually come by unannounced.”

“I just…” he trails off, trying to find the right words to say before he realises just how stupid this is. “I was bored,” Seungmin lies as he takes a step towards you. “But, I see that you’re probably already tired.”

You purse your lips together, not saying anything for a moment before you shrug.

“I’m down for another round.”

“I don’t want to tire you out too much,” he shakes his head and smiles. “It’s fine. I’ll just come by tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?” You reach your hands out to hold onto both of his wrists to bring Seungmin closer towards you. “I really don’t mind.”

“I’m sure,” he nods.

You let out a small sigh, but smile nonetheless.

“Okay. Just let me know if anything comes up.”

“I will.”

Seungmin lets you kiss him on the cheek right before he leaves, the sound of your door locking coming just as he closes it.

He lets out a sigh and swallows thickly.

Seungmin’s not going to risk possibly ruining your relationship; not when you’ve both gotten this far as friends alone.

No, Seungmin just can’t bear the idea of losing you. As he stands outside your door, he realises that he doesn’t care whether or not he gets his heart broken. He only cares that he’ll be able to keep you around.

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You find yourself in Seungmin’s bed yet again. Only, this time, you’re awake while he sleeps soundly underneath you. There’s a battle going on in your head that refuses to let you fall asleep and you’re not entirely sure on what you’re supposed to do.

Graduation is in a few months.

And you’re falling in love.

But you don’t know what to do. You have the choice of staying and being with Seungmin. You could tell him that you’re in love and hope for the best, but that side of your heart argues with the other side; the one that tells you he’s just going to leave you like all the others did.

You’ve thought about taking Felix’s advice and trying to push past your fears, but the idea of having to actually go through with it makes you feel tired and it scares you even more than the initial idea of accidentally falling in love.

You sit up slightly to look at Seungmin’s face properly; the way his eyes are closed, face empty of any sort of stress whatsoever. You’ve come to truly adore the way he looks when he’s sleeping because he looks so peaceful and adorable; the way his lips are jutted out slightly with his cheeks blushed slightly.

If you leave, you’ll be throwing this away.

You’ll be throwing away the closeness that you’ve gotten so fond of; the feeling of Seungmin’s hands, the way he fills you with more comfort than you’ve ever imagined, the way he makes you feel truly wanted and loved.

Seungmin’s managed to break through some of your walls with just the way he smiles when he wakes up, eyes seemingly glowing at the sight of you in the morning. The way that he treats you in public with his arm protectively wrapped around your shoulders was enough to prove to you, that for a moment, he could possibly be different from the others.

Are you really willing to give that up?

You curl up against the comfort of Seungmin’s body and feel yourself starting to lose yourself in your thoughts. You could always just call off the casual sex and stay friends with him rather than leaving him altogether.

That’s it! That’s what you could do!

Eventually, you’ll be able to forget about your attachment since you won’t even be intimate with Seungmin at all. Which means that you’ll be able to keep him in your life even without anything other than a platonic relationship.

You feel your heart ease when you realise that you’ve come to a solution. You close your eyes, the previous problem no longer bothering you anymore as you slowly fall asleep to the sound of Seungmin’s heart beating in your ear.

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When Seungmin wakes the next morning, he reaches over for your frame, but he’s only faced with the cold and crumpled sheets instead. His eyes snap open and he sits upright.

There’s a different sort of dread that fills him when he turns to look at his bedside table. There’s a blue sticky note pasted onto the top of it, right beside his phone.

I’m not into the idea of casual sex anymore. Let’s just stay friends

Seungmin stares at the note before he lets out a sigh and throws himself back onto his bed with his hands on his face. Why did you leave so suddenly? Did he do something wrong?

He tries to think of what could’ve possibly chased you away… until Seungmin realises just what it could be. His hands slide off of his face and his heart drops.

Did you realise that he was getting attached?

Seungmin knows that you have issues with getting attached—that much he noticed throughout the past few months of sleeping with you—but he hadn’t thought that you would’ve ended up doing the same to him.

Maybe it’s for his own good, he wonders. It knocks him back into reality that he’s not into the idea of getting into anything serious.

So, Seungmin looks on the bright side:

At least you get to stay friends.

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Graduation creeps closer and you and Seungmin grow further apart. There’s a sense of longing that lingers between the two of you, but you’ve both gotten pretty damn good at pretending that you’re both fine with the sudden distance.

Only your friends have gotten worried about the way that you’ve just decided, so very suddenly, to stop sleeping together—especially with the way Jeongin, Ryujin, and Hyunjin had already seen just how fond of each other you had gotten.

You watch the baseball team from the bleachers, sighing when you see the way Seungmin emotionlessly tosses his bat aside after a run. He mumbles something to his coach before tossing his cap onto the dirt and leaves the field. You sigh and run your hand over your face.

Cheerleading practice had been put on hold for the time being since exam season is creeping closer. With their captain busy with exams, the team either meet up on their own with one of the younger committee members leading them or without meeting at all.

“Hey.” A hand gently places itself on your shoulder and you glance behind to see Ryujin sitting herself beside you.

“Hey,” you mutter back and turn to face the baseball team once again.

A sympathetic smile makes its way onto her face when she sees the way you seem to yearn for Seungmin’s company.

“Having a hard time?” she questions, nudging you with her shoulder lightly.

“You know how it is,” you sigh.

“Were you getting attached?”

“I didn’t want to risk it,” you claim while shaking your head. You turn to look at Ryujin and smile slightly, “you know how it gets. I don’t want to put myself through it.”

“Yeah, but Seungmin would never do anything to hurt you. You know that, right?” she tries, her hand raising to squeeze your shoulder slightly.

“Yeah.” You turn back to see Seungmin coming back to first base. “But you can’t always be too sure.”

“Everyone’s worried about the both of you. We’re all wondering why you guys ended it so quickly, but Hyunjin and I already have an idea as to why.” You turn to look at Ryujin sharply but she only shakes her head and smiles reassuringly, “don’t worry. We didn’t tell anyone and we don’t have any intentions to. We just want to know that you guys are okay.”

“We’ll be fine. Seungmin and I are used to these kinds of things. We’re the campus whores, remember?” you try to joke, but Ryujin looks at you sadly and nods.

“I have a class to get to,” she says as she stands, still holding onto your shoulder for a moment longer. When you don’t say anything or seem to react, Ryujin turns to walk away, only to stop and turn around, “you know, you two don’t always have to be the campus whores, (Y/n).”

You let Ryujin’s words linger. You turn over your shoulder to see her standing there looking at you before you chuckle softly and nod.

“Thank you, Ryujin.”

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Seungmin finds himself at Felix’s end-of-the-year party without much want. He sits on the kitchen counter with a red solo cup in his hand partially filled with the vodka soda concoction that Felix and Changbin had put together—which is definitely going to put a few people into a coma, but Seungmin had chosen to close his eyes to it a few years ago.

He should be happy; he’s finally graduating.

Seungmin and all of you friends had passed everything and all of you were graduating, but he just can’t help but feel sad that he feels like he had lost you along the way. You stopped sitting right beside him after you broke it off and you weren’t coming out as often to hang out with him directly.

Your little arcade dates had gone down the drain and all your beloved mornings went along with it. There wasn’t anything he could do about it in the first place; Seungmin just thinks that it wasn’t meant to be. If it really was, maybe you would’ve been able to convince yourself to stick around and test the waters with him.

Hell, you were already acting like a loving couple. Seungmin knew that from the get-go, but he didn’t want to scare you off because he knew better than to do anything about it if he wanted to keep you around.

All those morning where he had woken up to you smiling at him so fucking fondly, eyes filled with so much emotion that he had just known, from the first time you had stayed the morning, that you were falling in love just as hard as he was. And that thought alone was what scared Seungmin the most because he knew it wouldn’t be too long before you would cut yourself off before you got too deep in.

Which only leaves him wondering whether there was anything he could do in the first place, but all Seungmin is left with is the fact that you definitely wouldn’t have stayed if he had actually told you he loved you that day.

So, he wallows in his own self-pity and thinks about the temptation to give into the alcohol. He’s graduating, what else is he supposed to worry about for the next few weeks?

Seungmin swishes the cup around and sighs before putting it down.

“Fuck,” he groans as he hunches forward and rests his elbows against his knees.

He just wants to leave and cry in his own bed until the world swallows him up into nothingness.

“Seungmin!”

The call of his voice makes Seungmin look up to see Yeji running towards him with a drunken laugh.

“Where have you been? We’re gonna throw Changbin into the lake!”

“You guys go on without me,” he shakes his head, “I think I’m gonna go home.”

“Aww, are you sure?” she pouts and takes his hands in hers. “Come on! We’re graduating, Min! By next month, we’ll no longer be university students! Enjoy yourself.”

“I-I’m just not feeling the vibe, Yeji, but thank you,” Seungmin persists as he slides himself off of the counter. “You guys have fun.”

Yeji purses her lips together in a straight line but doesn’t say anything more. She knows that he’s not in the best mood and she’d rather not have Hyunjin 2.0 in the middle of the kitchen where the entire university can see him.

“I’ll see you around,” he says and waves at her, only to receive a smaller wave back before she disappears through the sliding door that leads into the garden.

Seungmin pushes past the crowd, ignoring whatever happens around him as the music booms loudly and the alcohol and vomit spills all over the place until he’s walked through the front door.

“Kim Seungmin.”

The voice forces him to freeze.

“Are you really going to miss out on your last party as a university student?”

He turns around to see you standing in the doorway of the house with your arms crossed over your chest.

Seungmin swallows thickly at the sight of you seemingly so nonchalant after having left him with nothing but a sticky note and somewhat of a cold shoulder.

“I’m really tired, (Y/n).”

“That’s not the Seungmin I know,” you quickly say. “The Seungmin I know would stick around and bask in the company of his drunk friends because he’d never know when the last hangout would be.”

“Pretty niche for someone who left a vague sticky note on my bedside table,” Seungmin jokes.

“It’s my charm,” you scrunch your nose at him with a smile. “Now, come on. Let’s get your ass partying before we have to start living more responsible lives.” You turn around and walk back into the house as Seungmin watches you.

As he stands on the front porch of his friends’ house, Seungmin thinks that you’re right. Why the hell is he letting this ruin what could be the best night of his life?

Fuck it.

Seungmin lets out a small laugh at the realisation that you’ve, once again, managed to creep your way into his heart, and walks back into the house. If this is his last party as a university student and as the captain of the baseball team here, he might as well make it teh best fucking night he’s ever had.

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xii.

“Good hit today, man,” Jeongin chuckles when Seungmin sits down in front of him. “Congrats on the win.”

“Thank you,” Seungmin smiles. It’s nice knowing that Jeongin’s been by his side ever since they had graduated three years ago and he likes the fact that the younger man has never failed to stay in contact despite how busy they had gotten.

Weekend hangouts had gotten so common between the two, that it was almost as if they had never even parted for a few months in between graduation and getting used to their own careers. Seungmin and Jeongin were unlike some of your other friends, who had grown apart after a while due to busy schedules; especially you and Hyunjin who were busy in your own professional sports.

Seungmin had actually managed to get himself onto the national team from how good he was while you and Hyunjin had gotten busy with gymnastics instead. He had known that you had gotten into professional gymnastics from the posts that you were making on your Instagram, but Seungmin hadn’t done more than reacting to your stories every once in a while since you were doing the same to him.

Occasional congratulations and small talk were made on days that you two weren’t so preoccupied, but there was nothing more than that, and you and Seungmin had, ultimately, grown apart.

“Did you get Hyunjin’s invitation?” Jeongin asks as he sips on his iced tea.

“I can’t believe he’s getting engaged,” Seungmin laughs as he runs his thumb over the black band snugly wrapped around the middle finger of his left hand.

It’s the only piece of you that Seungmin had seemed to cling onto like his life depended on it and he honestly doesn’t really seem like he would be letting go of it anytime soon. There were opportunities that he had to pass the ring back to you, but he had honestly forgotten about it after a few months and ended up keeping it for himself.

“I know right! Have you met her before? She’s exactly like Yeji, too! It’s almost as if he made it a mission to find a woman who was like a clone of her.”

“I think the appeal was that Jiwon isn’t Yeji. You know how the two are. They love being friends, but they were never into the idea of actually dating each other.”

“It’s still crazy to me that he’s actually getting engaged,” Jeongin sighs wistfully.

“What about you? I thought you were dating someone?” Seungmin questions just as his own drink arrives.

“It’s getting a bit rocky,” he confesses with a frown. “We’ve been getting really busy and it feels like there’s just no time for each other. We’ve also been getting really antsy over it.”

“Hey.” Seungmin reaches over and grabs onto Jeongin’s wrist to give him a reassuring shake, “if you can give me relationship advice to the point where I actually got myself thinking about romance, then you can get yourself through this. You really like this person, right? Fight for it, then.”

“Shit, you’re right,” he chuckles. “I got you ready for marriage.”

Seungmin laughs and nods.

Jeongin had stayed pretty much the same despite getting himself thrown into something as labouring as film production, but he always had time to spare in between projects that could help him maintain a comfortable social life.

The idea of seeing all of his old friends again at Hyunjin’s engagement party makes Seungmin wonder though. He hadn’t seen Changbin or Ryujin since they had graduated at all. He only ever sees Changbin occasionally whenever they were at sports events that had the rugby and baseball team there at the same time; but Changbin never actually ends up playing in the team. He’s just there to watch since he had started focusing on music instead.

Felix is also quite rare, but only because he had thrown himself into baseball coaching somewhere across the country rather than actually being on the baseball team. He’s also stayed quite the same with the way that he was back then, only now he’s more responsible. According to Jeongin, Felix’s drinking habits really hadn’t had much of a dent in them and he’s still downing shots like an excited nineteen year old.

Ryujin’s whereabouts are mostly unknown to Seungmin considering how they weren’t exactly that close to begin with, but he has an idea that she had started working somewhere in production because Jeongin talks about her now and then.

Hyunjin and Yeji still stick by each others’ side as far as he knows from the way that his meetups with Hyunjin always include Yeji because she wants to see him, too.

And the only person that Seungmin hasn’t seen about almost entirely is you.

Hyunjin never talks about you whenever they meet up and neither does Yeji. They always talk about other things instead. He thinks that it’s because they’d rather not bring up the very person that broke his heart for the first time since he was in high school and Seungmin doesn’t blame them for it.

He’s never really found himself wondering about you that much after he had gotten over you. You’ve just floated around his Instagram without much about your private life going online. Most of what Seungmin sees are about your modelling for sponsorships or your career. And with seemingly no one telling him anything, Seungmin doesn’t actually know much about you.

But he wonders whether you’ll be at Hyunjin’s party since you’re still quite close. And he wonders whether you’ve ever regretted leaving him as much as he has regretted not doing more about your relationship up until Seungmin just learned to live with it.

Which is also what has led him to now:

Twenty-five, single, and able to reassure himself that he can handle the pressure and anxiety of getting into a relationship.

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Seungmin stares in shock at the fact that Felix and Hyunjin are splayed out on the living room floor of Hyunjin and Jiwon’s apartment. Jiwon, on the other hand, is muttering scolds about Hyunjin to Yeji while she only laughs and nods along.

Changbin and Ryujin catch up in the corner of the room while slowly drinking their own glasses of alcohol and a few of Hyunjin and Jiwoo’s other friends fill the living room. Jeongin had left a few hours prior because he had started getting a bit anxious and his partner was quick to usher him out of the crowded apartment and back to theirs instead, while Seungmin hadn’t done much socialising other than with Felix up until he had passed out.

“Get off me!” Felix groans when he feels Hyunjin on his back and starts to sluggishly move his arms. Jiwoo is about to pick up her fiancé, but Seungmin quickly puts his glass down and steps forward.

“You can pull Hyunjin off; I’ll get Felix to the guest room,” he quickly offers.

“Thank you, Seungmin,” she sighs with a smile.

Upon being at the party, Seungmin had come to realise that Jiwoo is, oddly enough, quite exactly like Yeji. The only difference being the two is the fact that they’re completely different people. They also ended up becoming closer friends than Yeji was with Hyunjin and Seungmin has a feeling that they just bully him most of the time, but Hyunjin seems to like the attention because he has a version of Yeji that he can actually fall in love with.

He throws Felix’s arm over his shoulder when Jiwoo pulls Hyunjin off and Seungmin lifts him up, earning a whiney groan from Felix.

“I’ve got you, buddy,” he laughs.

Seungmin hauls Felix towards the guest bedroom on the other side of the room and throws the door open, his movements completely freezing when he sees you sitting cross-legged on the neatly made bed with your phone in your hand.

You freeze as well when you see him… and then your attention moves to the blacked out Felix in his arms.

“W-Why do we keep meeting each other like this?” Seungmin laughs when he realises how ridiculous it is that this had happened four years ago.

“I don’t know,” you laugh as well. You move off of the bed and help him move Felix onto the bed. “Maybe it’s fate.”

Seungmin plops Felix onto the bed and smiles.

“You think so?” He takes a step back and takes in the sight of you after so long. You seem to be doing the same as your eyes quickly look him up and down with the smile not fading from your face.

“Maybe,” you shrug.

It’s weird seeing you after so many years, Seungmin thinks. You look exactly the same, but there’s a certain flair to you that just feels so different from back then. The way you smile and seem to present yourself is also different.

But the most important thing;

Seungmin realises that he’s never truly fallen out of love with you. If anything, he’s somehow gotten more and more in love with you over the years apart. Distance makes the heart go fonder or whatever bullshit, he wonders.

“You look good,” Seungmin states, making you smile politely and nod.

“Thank you. You look good, too.” There’s a fondness in your eyes that seems to gleam when you look him in the eyes. “How was the party? I wasn’t feeling like being around so many people, but I just wanted to be here for Hyunjin and Jiwoo,” you say. Your hands fiddle with your bracelet as you speak, something that Seungmin catches onto immediately.

“It was good. Hyunjin’s passed out and Jiwoo’s trying to get him into bed right now actually,” Seungmin jerks his thumb in the direction of the guest room door.

You breathe out a small laugh and look away, something that seems to make his heart flutter.

An idea pops into his head and he hesitates for a moment before deciding that he shouldn’t completely kick the idea out of his head.

Seungmin clears his throat slightly before he takes a step forward towards you.

“Do you… want to get a drink?”

Your smile disappears for a moment before it comes back and you nod, breathing out another laugh.

“I would love that.”

Seungmin pulls the door open and allows you to walk through first as you mutter a thanks before he follows behind you.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆　　｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

The sunlight slivers its way through the blinds of Seungmin’s curtains, his eyes squeezing slightly as he stirs in his sleep. He moves around in his bed, stopping slightly when he feels a weight on his chest and a familiar warmth that he hadn’t realised he had missed so much in the past few years.

Opening his eyes, Seungmin looks down to see you gazing up at him lovingly with an adoring smile on your face and your cheek pressed against his bare chest.

“Hi,” he greets, voice raspy and with a smile on his face.

You lean up and kiss him softly, letting your face linger inches apart from his as your lips pull into a smile.

“Hey,” you greet softly.

“What do you want for breakfast?” Seungmin sits upright with you rolling off of him to be able to watch him from your side with your arm propping your head up.

“I’m fine with anything,” you claim as you grab onto his hand when he starts to climb out of bed. Seungmin stops moving and turns to look at you. “But, stay here for a moment. Please.”

Seungmin feels his heart fluttering in his chest at the way you lower yourself to bury your frame into his sheets.

“Okay, baby,” he breathes out a chuckle before laying back down and letting you crawl back onto his chest. His hand raises to rub up and down your back while you hold onto his other hand to play with his fingers.

You slide your hand into his and gently move your fingers in between his repeatedly, basking in the warmth of Seungmin’s body and bed.

But you see the black band sitting on his middle finger and it makes you sit up slightly.

“This… Isn’t this mine?” you ask as you raise his hand and tap your index finger against the ring.

Seungmin looks down at it and he takes a moment before nodding.

“Yeah, I kept forgetting to give it to you a few years ago and I ended up wearing it after we graduated,” he explains nonchalantly. Your eyes move back to the ring and you scoff slightly.

“I’ve been looking for this for years,” you claim as you lower his hand to the bed.

“It… reminded me of you, so I kept it around and wearing it just… started happening, I guess,” Seungmin shrugs.

“Since when did you get so sappy?” you chuckle and roll off of him slightly.

Seungmin’s arm is quick to wrap around your waist to keep you on him, a teasing smile on his face as he traps you above him.

“I have my moments,” he claims, a teasing lilt to his voice as he leans up to press a kiss to your nose.

The action makes you close your eyes and smile. Seungmin’s presence is comforting mainly because of how familiar it is to you. Maybe life hadn’t gone that smoothly after you decided to leave, but you had always hoped that maybe—just maybe—the two of you would cross paths and that Seungmin would still be willing to indulge himself in you once again.

But knowing that he’s here, knowing that he’s opened himself to your company again, fills you with a form of happiness that you didn’t even think was possible.

Seungmin sits upright for a moment and takes the opportunity to just look at you. His eyes fill with love when you look at him questioningly and he only smiles in response. He leans back down and reaches for his phone from the bedside table, scrolling through the delivery options as he does.

The sense of deja vu takes over your entire being as you’re suddenly reminded of the first time you had stayed until morning; only this time, it’s already two in the afternoon. The time doesn’t bother you that much—it’s not like either of you have anything going on for the rest of the day anyway.

You let your hand rest against Seungmin’s bare chest, eyes fluttering close at the sound of his heart beating steadily in his chest filling your ears and warming you chest.

“We can get sandwiches from the cafe nearby,” Seungmin says softly after a moment, his voice mumbling almost.

“Just get me anything witho—”

“Without onions or pickles,” he chuckles, “I know, baby.”

You pause in your movements and raise your head to look at him. Seungmin looks down when he feels your eyes on him and he tilts his head curiously.

He’s pretty sure the feeling of his heart pounding in his chest can be felt from how directly on him you are, but you don’t seem to make any effort to point it out if you do notice it.

Instead, you keep your eyes on him and you smile. Seungmin’s hit with a sense of deja vu that makes him wonder whether or not you feel it, too, and it’s strong enough to send a rush of emotions through him.

Your eyes brim with tears and Seungmin almost shoots upright when he sees a lone tear streaming down your cheek and dropping onto his chest, but you don’t do anything about it. You smile and swallow thickly.

“I love you.”

Seungmin feels his entire body halting at the confession. He would’ve missed it had he looked away with the way your voice had come out as a whisper; barely audible.

But the rush of emotions only gets stronger and stronger within his body and Seungmin can feel his own eyes filling with tears.

Three years apart. That’s what it took. Three fucking years without having as much as a proper conversation and that’s what took the both of you to realise just how in love with each other you are.

He smiles and leans down to press a featherlite kiss to your forehead.

“I love you, too. I always have.”

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soobnny · 10 months

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ten things kim seungmin says when he thinks you’re asleep — fluff, established relationship, a sprinkle of angst

one. i know i complain a lot when you reach out to grab my hand but i actually really like it. please don’t stop doing it. i guess, i just have never been used to touching anyone intimately, even if it’s just holding hands. but it feels safe when it’s with you. i didn’t know before that it was possible to have your whole world in your hand, but it feels so much like that when i’m holding yours. and for a moment, it makes me think my thoughts are closer to you. can you hear how much i love you?

two. you make me believe in forever. god—what have you done to me? i’ve always known things come to an end eventually, but knowing you and loving you has made me yearn for an eternity. i hope i make you believe in a forever too.

three. the boys told me i’ve gotten softer. i’m not quite sure what they mean, but they told me it’s because of you. i think they might be right.

four. you looked tired today, and you didn’t finish the meal i cooked for you. i know you hate being coddled when you’re upset so i don’t do it, but i wish i could do more. ah, please eat well tomorrow. i’m worried. you know you can tell me anything, right?

five. you know, i almost cried a few hours ago. it was because you started crying! i’m sorry you thought you couldn’t tell me about it, but thank you for trusting me enough to tell me. it’s gonna be okay, yeah? you’ve survived everything so far, so you’ll survive this one too.

six. i noticed something when i went out to karaoke with the boys. i think of you when i sing love songs. i didn’t notice it at first—not until hyunjin pointed out how i was smiling so much, more than i normally would. you know how i feel about my smile. then i realized it’s because i was thinking of you. i smile without thinking because of you. i’d never tell you this, ah i can already hear you teasing me but every love song is dedicated to you. they’re only ever for you.

seven. it’s so lovely to see how i’ve grown with you. i really think you’ve helped me change for the better. thanks for sticking around even when i got annoyed really easily. i didn’t think anyone could believe in me as much as you did.

eight. i hope you’ll do what makes you happy. it’s all i’ll ever ask of you.

nine. i think i need to tell you i love you more often. i don’t say it a lot, but i really do. it’s just that—my heart hurts when i say it. i think i love you too much.

ten. goodnight. i’ll smile tomorrow for you.

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jeongin-lvr · 4 months

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ᵎ　🍶　⊹ is it over now?, k. seungmin

꒰ 🗯️ ꒱ 𝖾𝗑！𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇，𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌，𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗀 ＆ 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌，𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅（𝖿！𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀），𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇（𝗆），𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋，𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 ＆𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 （𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒， 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍，𝖾𝗍𝖼）unedited．

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"AFTER THIS—" You spoke, immediately pulling away from his lips, panting with your grip on his shoulders tightening, "We're done."

Seungmin chuckled, pointer finger under your chin as a cheeky, almost cocky smile pulled at his plump lips, "Whatever you want to believe, sweetheart."

You wanted to grumble at his disbelief; the way his lip curled up at the corner as he watched you grow more and more flustered from his stare, gauging by his expression you could tell he was mocking you. So in return, you pouted, clutching the collar of his hoodie tighter and jerking him forward, back onto your lips to ignore the way his comment made your cheeks flush.

Seungmin had no problem with that, clutching your lower hips, rolling his hands over your plush skin until he reached your cute ass.

Two years. Two years of dating only to all fall apart; except it didn't really feel like that anymore, did it?

Your breakup was large and hurt like hell, throwing words in the shape of knives back and forth, slamming doors in faces, big fights at 4 a.m loud enough for the neighbors to call the apartment manager. And the fallout wasn't quick either, it was like you two were purposefully trying to drag it out. The push and pull being addicting yet more frustrating day by day.

And finally when you two broke it off it was like a breath of fresh air as you were drowning.

But a month of not speaking seemed worse than the actual fighting. The silence found itself more defeating than any argument the two of you ever shared. And soon Seungmin was on your doorstep again, sporting a case of cheap beer and a smile as if he expected you to take him back in an instant. Oh, and he was so right. You opened the door, being reminded of his warm gaze and fluffy hair, the late hour didn't help much either.

"Min— Seungmin, I'm serious," You struggled to get your point across as he kissed down your throat, wet kisses making your skin tingle. Feeling him against your skin for the first time in weeks was enough to leave your mind cloudy and breath short; Seungmin the same way, "We— this can't be a normal thing for us! W-we're over remember?" Seungmin pulled back from your skin, an almost annoyed expression on his face as you held onto his shoulders, expression as serious as it could be with spit drenching your neck.

"Whose fault is that, huh?" Seungmin tickled up your neck and back to your jaw, adjusting your head with the pads of his fingertips, "We don't have to be done, baby. This could be forever."

You scowl but your expression quickly melted into a soft one as you remembered the sweet things he'd do and say. Well, that is when you guys weren't arguing till the dusk hours.

"No, we really can't," You protest, biting your lip as his hold got stronger, his eyes flashing a look of anger, "You know that, Min."

He spoke after a brief silence, "Then just for tonight, huh?" Seungmin's voice was low again, his eyes dropping from yours to your kissable lips and cute pout.

You nodded, hand flattening over his hair only to mess it up again with your tight grip as he placed a sloppy kiss on your mouth.

The kiss developed into something you couldn't quite describe; messy make out seemed too casual— this felt surreal. Like he was finally giving you what you've needed. You savored every drop of his passion because you knew this was the true last time.

Seungmin lifted you by your waist, hands falling from your warm skin to unbuckle his belt. The only restraint keeping him from your dripping pussy gone once he pulled his jeans down, unsheathing his aching dick. Lips still on yours, the rattle of his belt making you excited. It was an excitement you haven't felt for what feels like years. So you sucked in a breath when you felt his nimble fingers tug your shorts down your thighs, helping him as you raised yourself higher.

"Gonna savor this then," Seungmin mumbled against your eager lips, instantly sending waves in your tummy, making your skin warm and mind blurry.

You nodded, breaking the desperate kiss only to watch as he slid his fingertips between your wet folds; his mouth parted at the feeling of your slick coat his finger, silently surprised by how drenched you were for him.

"God, I missed this pussy, baby," Seungmin hummed as his lips wrapped around his sticky fingers, eyes meeting yours. You watched him without blinking, too in love with how his tongue swirled around his knobby digits. The way his eyelashes closed with a flutter at the unique flavor and how his eyebrows scrunched before he opened his lids again.

"Taste that, sweetheart," Seungmin dipped his fingers into you again, digits entering your lonely hole enough to make you whimper, only to pull out just as quick. His fingertips stuck together by a thick string of arousal, pulling it to your mouth, "Open," you did just that, tasting yourself on his fingertips with your eyes drilling into his, irises seeming to dilate just at the sight of you getting a taste of yourself.

"Tastes fucking amazing, doesn't it?" Seungmin let his fingers rest on your tongue, enjoying the way your lips looked wrapped over his digits, "Should I get a taste? Make you cum all over my face with my tongue?" Oh, his words made your pussy clench around nothing, head instantly nodding as his eyes glistened at your reaction.

"Use your words," Seungmin instructed, watching your face while his hand snuck down to your cunt, pinching at your clit with a knowing smirk.

You whimpered, jerking your hips upward, "Fuck, yes, please." Seungmin stopped his punching to rub an apologetic circle into your clit, leaving your head spinning.

"Lay down for me, then," Seungmin furthered his instruction. You were quick to listen, laying down for him on the cushions, legs wide, openly invited him to really taste you, "Ah, that's a good baby," Seungmin adjusted himself, head positioned between your thighs, wide puppy eyes on yours. He looked so angelic with his bright eyes like that, fluffy hair tickling your inner thigh. Your eyes fell to his cock as it slapped against his abdomen, poor thing left unattended as his tongue flattened against your aching pussy. Almost instantly you reached for his head, the forgotten familiar feeling of his mouth on your cunt making your mind spin.

"God— Seung! Shit, feels so good!" Your voice went straight to his cock, your hands gripping at his scalp causing him to moan against your cute pussy. Seungmin's hand clamped down onto your thigh, squishing it between his nimble fingers, pinching at the flesh anytime you let out a soft moan, wanting to hear more.

Seungmin's tongue was working wonders on you, swirling skillfully over your clit before slipping between your folds and into your hole. He loved the way you'd whimper his name each time his nose brushed against your clit as he fucked his tongue into you. He deeply missed the feeling of being between your shaking thighs; the smell, the sounds, the look of your body from this angle. He loved it all and he wasn't sure how he'd ever go without it ever again.

Seungmin parted from your pussy, eyes meeting yours. You watched with a set of lazy, lidded eyes as he spit down onto your pussy, taking his long fingers and rubbing it in with your slick. All with his eyes still gazing into yours with such intensity you thought you might combust.

"You missed this, sweetheart?" Seungmin's breath against your skin was like the sun on ice, making you sweat, "Missed how good I can make you feel? God, keep making that face— you look so beautiful." Your heart wanted to jump out of your chest and into his hands at that point; it was beating faster than your breathing.

Seungmin rose up to your face, licking his sweet pink lips before attaching them to yours, fingers slipping into your desperate cunt. You immediately moaned into his mouth as he worked those talented fingers in and out, first slowly then the clingier your hands got, the quicker he pumped his hands in.

"Min— Just give me your c-cock," your hands gripped his bicep, the fuzz of his hoodie clinging to your sweaty palms. Seungmin chuckled against your lips, working his digits into you faster as if you dared him to. Your lips weren't even moving with his anymore; instead, open as moans poured out into his, breaths so sharp and fast they felt like knives against your throat.

The worst part was you could feel his leaky cock run against your thigh, the feeling hot and sticky against your heated skin.

"What's the magic word, hm?" Oh, you didn't miss his insistent teasing.

Your eyes focused on his taunting face as he pulled away; the lewd sound of his palm frantically hitting your clit almost hypnotic. It almost made you slip deeper into the fuzziest part of your brain, entranced also by his soft yet scandalous tone.

"Ple— um, please! Please, fuck," You chimed out like a broken clock, clutching his arms harder; gritted teeth being the only thing keeping you from letting every itty bitty sound out.

Seungmin would have kept teasing had it been any other day, but tonight felt different. It felt special— it was special. His first night with you after weeks. He was sure he was gonna use you so good all night; he smirked to himself before nodding, slipping his long fingers out and swiping them over your lips. It didn't even take another breath before you swallowed his knuckles, moaning at the taste of yourself.

"Obedient girl," Seungmin said as he pulled his fingers out of your lips, the pop of suction echoing off the walls deliciously, "I'll make you remember this forever, sweetheart. Every inch of me is gonna be practically burned into your pretty pussy, yeah?" Seungmin just knew what made you tick so good.

"Mhm! Yes, Min, pretty please," You eyes trained on how his hand wrapped around his cock, not wasting another moment before lining up his engorged tip with your leaking hole.

Every inch he sunk into you was memorable, a new wave of pleasure filling your poor body. Your arms shook and your thighs jerked, mouth fallen open in a permanent look of pleasure. What felt like years worth of missed pleasure was definitely worth waiting for.

When he was sunken deep into, skin meeting skin with a halt, he was gentle for a moment, tucking a messy strand of hair behind your red ear before asking, "Good?"

You nodded, "So good."

Seungmin didn't need any more confirmation before he was holding you by the waist and mumbling something about, "Perfect pussy," and drilling into you.

The feeling was surreal; it's the feeling you always got when getting fucked by Seungmin. However, it was like a feeling you haven't felt in forever finally being felt. You could only compare it to fulfilling a deep craving.

Maybe it was a bit better though.

"Fuckin' hear that?" Seungmin gripped you tighter in his nimble fingers, groaning softly as he let the sound of your soaked pussy fill the air. Each time you swallowed his length between your legs the sound of what could've been mistaken as some kind of puddle being met with a stomp of a foot was made. He practically beamed at the sound, holding his face close to yours, "You're fucking dripping for me, babe. God, missed me that much, didn't you?"

You nodded, shaky head feeling like it was on a buzz of alcohol the more he fucked and filled you.

"So wet, so obedient. I'm gonna miss this, sweetheart," Seungmin was practically right beside your ear, letting every moan and groan he made fill your buzzing head, "But you know this isn't gonna be the last time, right, sweet girl?"

You shook your head, coherent enough to know that can't be, didn't you just say this can't be a regular thing?

You softly shook your head, moan softening as he slammed his own hips into yours.

"No? Oh, what a shame. You can think that, baby. But you and I both know you're gonna be calling me in a week or so, begging me to come ruin you again. It'll be just like that, baby, trust me."

You shook your head again, this time more hesitant as his lips pressed against your neck. God, he knew you too well.

"One— one time t-thing, Min!" You whined, his cock practically drilling against your gummy spot until you weren't really sure what you were arguing against anymore.

"No such thing, pretty baby," Seungmin cooed, fixing your hair for you before his lips were on your neck again, "You know that."

You did know that. But for now you pretended to believe that this would be the one and only time you'd find yourself in this position, legs sore and ass red from the skin slapping against yours.

One time thing, you thought before everything was blurry and your climax washed down on you like a wave of fire going across your body.

Who were you kidding?

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seungmoonandstars · 5 months

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Thoughts on how you think it went when Seungmin discovered he likes bwing called 'puppy' intimatly?

Say it again...please

Kim Seungmin/female reader

wc: 1.3k

rating: explicit/18+ ✴

comments: hopefully you don't mind this written as a oneshot! Please let me know if you'd like a fluffier version, though

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Seungmin rolls over in bed and faces you. It's dark, and he's looking at his phone, so it's casting a harsh light on his face. He's smiling at something.

"Why are you still up?" You ask, then look at your own phone. It's almost 2 in the morning. Both of you went to bed late, but it feels like you've been asleep for hours.

"Why are you still up?"

"I was asleep. You must have woken me up rolling around over there."

"I wasn't rolling around!" He sets his phone down on the bed, “I can’t sleep.” He puts on his best pout, but you can never tell if he’s playing around or if it’s real. He cries wolf too much. “Don’t be mean.”

“I’m never mean to you.”

Seungmin narrows his eyes at you and licks his lips. He scoots a little closer. Now there’s only enough space between you to breath. But he doesn’t do anything yet—just stares at you for a long moment.

“I’m tired and I can’t relax,” he coos, finally, and you can see the tiny disturbance under the blanket, and you can hear the sound of his hand moving to you. His fingers find your hip and grab, knead deeply. It makes you jump and he laughs. “Did that hurt?”

He keeps doing it, though. His hand slides down your thigh and grabs the softest part.

You shake your head. “Are you gonna make me work?”

Now Seungmin shakes his head, and it turns to a nod. His eyes are big and soft, and he’s still pouting at you. The warmth of his hand is on your inner thigh, moving up, squeezing; fingers spread roughly across your cunt and make you jump again “Pleeaase.” He whispers.

He smiles when you whisper his name.

“Minnie what?” His touch softens, and then it’s gone. You can hear it snaking back to his side. “Baby?”

“Talk about being mean.” You lift yourself and throw the blankets away from him, “giving me those eyes and that pout…that’s mean.”

The look of satisfaction on his face—his big smile, eyes squeezed shut—as you straddle him makes up for his manipulation, but you won’t tell him that. You reach down and run a hand across his thigh, and you can tell he’s hard. His cock is pushing against his briefs, desperate to be freed.

“Don’t tease.” The soft, anguished look on his face is his specialty. His hips buck up to make contact, and his eyes light up when you give him a little moan.

“So cute,” you lean forward and kiss down the side of his face before taking him in your hand.

The fabric between his cock and your hand is killing him. He tries to cry and protest, but your mouth is on his, keeping him quiet. His knees bend and his feet are flat on the bed as he lifts himself up, trying to make as much friction as possible.

“Okay okay…” you say into his mouth.

He opens his eyes and pushes his nose against yours until you’re looking directly at him. He whines.

“Okay baby…” you leave him there, crawl down until you can hook your fingers under his briefs, and yank them down.

Seungmin moans when he’s finally free.

When he reaches for his cock, you grab his wrist. You can tell he’s aching to be touched. “Relax, puppy. Your job is to look cute.”

“Hmm?” He bucks his hips and squirms when you run the same hand up his thigh. “What did you call me?”

You don’t answer—now you’re busy getting yourself out of your underwear. He watches you crawl back, place your knees on either side of him. He can’t help but grab you—squeeze the soft skin on your hips. He pulls you down a little and you let him do it. The head of his cock is touching you, just barely.

“Say it again...please.” His eyes grow even bigger. They somehow sparkle back at you in the dark.

“Say what again, puppy?”

He smiles and pushes up until you slide over his length, and it gets a soft sound out of you. You try to keep yourself together, but you’re soaking wet, and now he knows it.

“Am I your little puppy?” He pokes his tongue out and licks his lips.

“Yeah, my horny little puppy. You like that? Do you like begging for it?”

“No…” he whines again. “Don’t make me beg, baby.”

“Those big sad eyes are telling me you like it.”

One hand drops from your hip, and a moment later, his head is pushing in. And he slides in so smoothly, you have no choice but to just let it happen.

Seungmin grips you again and slams himself into you, over and over until you fall forward, palms open on his chest. He pulls you down to meet each thrust, and the sound of skin on skin as he fucks you fills the entire room.

“Does that feel good?” You breath out between thrusts.

He nods and smiles sweetly, “you’re so—” he moans and tiny laugh sneaks out. “…wet.”

You are. You can feel the mess you’re making on him every time your bodies meet.

He groans and slows himself down, but he doesn’t stop yet. The room goes quiet, save for the ragged breaths coming from both of you. Seungmin’s arms fall to his sides, leaving you alone to move slowly up and down on him.

“What’s wrong, pup, did you go a little too hard?” You roll your hips to get a rise out of him, “you gonna come already?”

Seungmin whines dramatically and reaches up to grab the pillow. He squirms and lifts himself, very lazily, to feel you when you purposely slow yourself down.

“Yeah, if you keep calling me that.”

“Puppy?”

He smiles, moves his hips again.

“You’re so cute,” you lean forward and kiss a few spots on his chest. “Stop it.”

“No.”

He grips you again and sends you forward with the force behind his thrusts. Fingernails are digging in, and you know he’s going to leave marks—maybe a bruise in the morning. It feels like he’s trying split you in half, but when you look down at him, his face is calm and sweet—he’s flushed, but he hasn’t broken a sweat.

“Minnie,” you cry out, but you can barely find your breath now. “Min—”

“Who?” He releases you from the grip of his fingers, but slides his hand up your sides.

“Puppy…puppy,” you whine.

“Is puppy gonna make you come?”

You nod. The pressure is getting to be too much already. You’re full of him—too full, and too stretched out around his size. He’s hitting you exactly where you need it.

He picks up his pace and fucks relentlessly. Seungmin takes the control away from you every time, and sometimes you don’t know how he does it. The other times, it’s just you purposely teasing until he can’t take it anymore.

Seungmin watches you take every inch. His grip on your waist tightens, and he’s pushing you down hard, slowing down for a moment just to watch you swallow him over and over again. But he can’t handle it anymore. His stomach muscles flex, he speeds up.

“I’m gonna…,” he says, eyes half closed, dark with lust. His lips are red and swollen from his licking and biting.

Before he can say it, he feels you tighten around him, and he knows you beat him there. He lets go as you squeeze tight around him. You feel it, he keeps pumping himself into you, slowly and carefully. And a moment later, his come is running out of you and making even more of a mess.

His body is tense and you know his orgasm is still working its way through him. It’s lasting much longer than yours. Lucky for him.

Eventually, his body relaxes. His face softens again, and a satisfied smile creeps across his face.

“That was fast,” you come down and kiss him on the lips, “…puppy.” You whisper the last part.

“Yes, and very nice,” Seungmin says it sweetly into your neck, kisses, sighs against your skin, and growls softly.

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fleurhcss · 23 days

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Let's take some time to admire this fucking KIM SEUNGMIN !! omg im going feral over this look. One of his best for real 😭

Imagine him choke you and being possessive over you because someone looked at you for too long. He will be the type to fuck the shit out of you in this look - in the backseat of his luxury car ...

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youfoundme-not · 7 months

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More than friends - Seungmin 3/8

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Seungmin x Afab Reader (Roommate AU)

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: After you and your roommate keep cockblocking each other, a growing desire to release the tension comes up when hearing what he was up to in his room.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Nickname (princess), Swearing, Teasing, Voyeurism, Masturbating, Cock riding, Nipple play, Unprotected sex, Cockwarming, Creampie,

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1.7k

𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝟏𝟖+

Ever since you started University there was always this one boy in your class.

His name was Seungmin.

The two of you were quick to befriend each other when you discovered he would be your dormmate.

You two are always teasing each other, competing, and overall, wanting to be better than each other. And sadly, that doesn’t apply in class, but also at home when in the kitchen or trying to choose a Netflix film to watch.

The WORST thing you guys love to do though, is ruin each other's dates.

How did it start? Well, Seungmin decided to bring a girl over when you wanted a peaceful night. So being the tease you are, you started filling Seungmin’s head with some lies. “I bet she was dared” “Are you sure you know the difference between a fake and a real moan?” “Are you sure it isn’t too soon?”

Little did you know, that was enough for his performance anxiety to go through the roof.

Ever since then, it's been a constant battle to cockblock each other. With him turning up to your dates, to you showing childhood photos.

“Wait for me here” You smirk at your fling.

You were at a party and this boy with pretty freckles wouldn’t stop staring at you. His name was Helix? Felix? You wouldn’t know because In a moment of passion (and a moment of wanting dick) you invited him to yours.

You sat him on your couch after an intense make-out session. Going to your room, you get changed into something more “comfortable”. By the time you got out though, you saw Seungmin on the couch with a smug face.

Seungmin looks you up and down, and you cross your arms.

“Looks like another ran away” He smirks.

You roll your eyes sitting next to him on the couch. “How long will you cockblock me for?”

“Let me think…until we graduate” he responds cockily.

You sigh, stretching your back on the couch, letting your crop top ride up.

Seungmin stares at your skin, his eyes staring you down before he gets up, “I need to study.”

You roll your eyes, watching him leave. “Nerd” you yell out, staying on your phone as you decide to enter your own room.

After a few episodes of some Netflix show, you finally brought yourself out of your room. You walk outside to the kitchen to get a cup of water when you hear a faint grunt.

“Y/N”

Did you hear that right?

Following the sound, a small smirk appears on your face. You both were, sadly, a bit desperate to get some but after all this time, you never thought Seungmin would sink as low as this. And sadistically, all you wanted to get was revenge for ruining your opportunity to get your needs met.

Intrigued by the sound, you enter Seungmin’s room swiftly.

Seungmin groans softly as he gives in to the tormenting pleasure on his desk chair. His hand moves swiftly on his cock, imagining it's you beneath him. Despite knowing better, he can’t help but fall deeper into the twisted cycle of lust and denial.

The sounds of Seungmin’s pleasure grow louder, more desperate. His moans mix with the rhythmic sound against his skin, creating an erotic symphony that echoes through the room.

His eyes remain closed, lost in the throes of pleasure, as he feels the cool air brush against his sweat-drenched body. You stare at his chest, surprised by how toned it is.

Did he start going to the gym?

His moans intensify, fueling the desire that now borders on obsession. His palm gripping deeper, seeking release from both pleasure and torment.

Watching him jerk off to you only made you feel wetter. You couldn’t take your eyes off him. The sight of Seungmin's vulnerability, coupled with the heat of your shared arousal, makes it difficult for you to resist. His body trembles lightly as he nears climax, unaware of the silent spectator in the room.

Watching as he nears his release, you decide to make your presence known. Edging his desires. “Thinking about me?”

Seungmin’s eyes snap open, his heart racing from the unexpected interruption. A mix of anger and arousal surges through him as he recognizes the voice. "You... You're not supposed to be here," he manages between ragged breaths as he moves his hand away.

“Oops, did I disrupt something?” You tease. A chuckle leaves his lips as he catches his breath.

“Is this payback? I’m sorry for cockblocking alright” he mutters to you, trying his best to cover himself.

You notice how hard he still is and chuckle a bit yourself. “Continue, don’t let me stop you”

“You’re joking, I'm not going to do that” Seungmin’s voice cracks, betraying his growing desperation. But despite his protests, he can't tear his eyes away from you.

You move yourself behind his chair, massaging his shoulder. You watch as his breath rags. “Please?” You ask softly, watching as precum leaks from his tip

Seungmin’s breath hitches, his hands shaking as he fights against the onslaught of need. The question looming over him, coupled with the sight of his own arousal, pushes him to the edge.

As you continue to massage his shoulder a small groan leaves his lips. He can't resist any longer. With trembling fingers, he reaches down to touch himself, his heart pounding in his chest as he finally gives in to the pleasure.

“Doing so well for me” you praise.

“You're not supposed to do this," Seungmin groans, his hips jerking in rhythm with his touch. The sensation is too intense, and he can feel the familiar tightening in his stomach as he nears climax.

“I just want to help you out” You smile dumbly, letting another grunt escape his mouth.

"Fuck," his fingers moved faster over his swollen tip. He tries to focus on anything but the pleasure that's building up inside him, but it's impossible. Every time he thinks he's about to climax, guilt gets in his way.

Noticing his trouble you lean over, whispering in his ear “Pretend that’s me you’re in.” A small chuckle escapes his throat, his mind reeling from the unexpected turn of events. He starts to imagine it-his cock inside you-and that does it. His body bucks violently, and a loud groan leaves his mouth.

“You're a fucking tease," Seungmin mutters under his breath, his hands shaking as he tries to clean up himself.

“You know you like it” You smirk, walking to the door.

You feel a grip on your hand.

Seungmin kisses your fingers and holds them close while he looks into your eyes. “Let me make you feel good too” He smiles, kissing your palm. "It's the least I can do”

You could feel the desire growing in your panties as your thighs rubbed together slowly.

He pulls you onto his lap, his hands moving up, his fingers tracing the outline of your waist. The fact that he is actually touching you after months without feeling anyone, you couldn’t help yourself but grind on his lap from the emotions.

The sensation of your body against his sends shivers down Seungmin’s spine. He tries to maintain control, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. His hands roam over your hips, feeling the heat between you two.

His hand slowly wanders underneath your skirt, rubbing circles on your clothed clit before moving your panties to the side.

A soft moan escapes your lips as he feels your soaked arousal. Seungmin leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "You like that, huh?" He smirks, his voice husky with desire.

You move your hips upwards, giving Seungmin an opportunity to enter if pleased.

He notices, moving his hand between your legs. He gently parts your folds, revealing your slick entrance. He teases you, circling his finger around your entrance before finally lowering your hips, and pushing his shaft inside you.

“Fuck!” You gasp as you sit on his lap.

Seungmin’s eyes lock onto yours, filled with a mix of lust and challenge. He starts to thrust slowly, feeling the tightness of your body around his cock. His other hand moves up to grope one of your breasts, pinching your clothed nipple roughly.

He removes your top, seeing your breast bounce in front of him as you ride on his cock.

Seungmin groans, his eyes practically devouring your body. He picks up speed, thrusting deeper into you with each passing moment. His free hand roams over your breast, pinching and pulling on the other nipple. "You're so fucking tight,”

Whimpers start to escape your lips as he takes you hard and fast, the chair shaking from your pace on his shaft. His hips moved against yours with every thrust. "I can't wait to fill you up,”

You clench around his shaft, riding his cock with a growing desire. "Been- waiting- so long-” you breathe.

His body tenses as he feels your inner walls clenching around him. His grip on your hips becomes rougher, making sure he hits deep inside you. "You're killing me," he pants out, his voice rough with lust and anger mixed together.

His lips tangle into yours as his kisses grow more desperate. One of his hands slides down between your legs, his fingers finding their way back on your clit, rubbing it softly. "I want to feel you cum around my cock.”

A loud moan escapes your lips as your back arches. You clench on him as you mumble, drunk on desire “So close-“

"You feel really good," Seungmin murmurs, his finger picking up their pace. "Cum for me princess”

You clench tightly as waves of pleasure flow through you. A breathy moan escapes your lips as he helps you ride out your pleasure.

“Fuck," Seungmin groans, his hips jerking forward as his own climax arrives inside you. Your hips bounce softly, milking every last drop of pleasure from your body. He presses his lips against yours, sharing an intense moment.

As your speed slows down, you find yourself panting on his lap, his shaft still deep inside you. You rest your forehead on his shoulder as he kisses your head, stroking your hair softly.

“It’s been a while hasn’t it?” He chuckles.

“Maybe if you weren’t cockblocking me for the past few months” you pant softly.

He caresses your cheek, moving your face to look at him as he kisses your lips.

“Well, it was worth it don’t you think?”

You nod softly, enjoying the warmth of his body.

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httpdwaekki · 28 days

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random bf texts w/ maknae line

ss: 5

a/n: okay this feels kinda rushed but i really like innie's (i'm sorry i'm in my innie calling the reader noona era) and i've been obsessed w wow by 3racha so what inspired han's LMAO. anyway! i hope you enjoy! remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3.

hyung line

my library

jisung & felix

seungmin & jeongin

p.s. i'm gonna try and make some more written fics because while these are fun to make i kinda miss writing full length fics so expect to see some soon!! and of course requests are always welcome <3

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ihave-atummyache · 4 months

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he’s not my boyfriend

Kim Seungmin Imagine

summary: seungmin isn’t your boyfriend but he could fool everyone in the room into thinking otherwise.

SFW (: a few suggestive comments made but otherwise PG-13

2.2k words

this was actually a dream that i had that i feel like needed to be brought to life. the kim seungmin brainrot is so mf real rn. he’s like all i think abt at the moment. bias wrecker? more like life wrecker rn😔

also i could write a really disgusting nsfw pt 2 to this like just filthy.

i have ideas……

“Okay. I get it. Yes sir. I won’t get that drunk,” you roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest.

“Y/n. I’m serious. Just listen to me for once,” Seungmin’s tone is full of annoyance and you throw your hands in the air before turning away from him and opening the door to the party.

You make a beeline for the kitchen and grab the first bottle of liquor you see, tossing back what could be considered a shot but was probably more equivalent to three. You slam the bottle down and scrunch your face up as the liquid burns your throat.

“Woah there! No hello? Just straight for the liquor?” you hear the voice beside you and turn your head, a small smile making its way to your face.

“I’m proving a point, Lix,” you mutter out and toss back another huge gulp of the liquor before screwing the top back on and placing it back where you found it. You turn around and lean against the kitchen counter. Felix mirrors you and leans on the counter beside you.

“To who?” He questions, taking a sip from his own drink and you turn your head to face him.

“Take a wild guess,” you grumble and cross your arms over your chest again. You scan the room, looking for your Seungmin but with no luck.

“Your boyfriend… right,” he states matter-a-factly before he brings his cup up to his lips again to hide his smirk and you nudge him with your shoulder, making the drink slosh around in his cup.

“Hey! He isn’t my boyfriend!” You object and Felix looks over at you again with a raised eyebrow.

“Right because we spend every free moment we have with our friends. We always go on dates and bring each other to events as friends. I also bicker like an old married couple with my friends. And let’s not forget I always have sex with my fr-”

“Okay! I get it. Shut up,” you roll your eyes as a drunken giggle makes its way to your throat. The alcohol was definitely starting to make its appearance known.

“I just want to strangle him so bad,” You suddenly confess and put your hands out in front of you, mocking how you would strangle him.

“Like as a sex thing or like-”

“No, Felix! Not as a sex thing!” you can’t stop the laugh from bubbling out of your throat. Felix mirrors your laugh and looks over at you again.

“So what is this point you are trying to prove to him?” he suddenly seems curious and you groan, turning around to face the counter and grabbing the liquor bottle again.

“He claims that I don’t handle alcohol well. He says I get all flirty with everyone and suddenly everyone is paying attention to me. To which I said I can prove him wrong! To which he said that if I drink tonight he will not be very happy with me. Fucking asshole,” you murmur the last part but a chuckle still leaves Felix’s chest.

“In his defense-”

“Don’t defend him! You’re on my side!” You object and toss the liquor back, swallowing another gulp and he puts a finger out towards you.

“Woah. Hold on. I’m not on anyone’s side! This doesn’t have anything to do with me!” He tries to defend himself and you roll your eyes at him.

“You suck,” you grumble and wrap your hand around the liquor bottle before wrapping your free hand around his wrist and dragging him with you.

“Let’s go play a game!”

You two head to the living room and when you walk in, you finally land your eyes on your Seungmin. He is leaned back in an armchair with a beer in one hand and his legs are spread, making his lap look deliciously inviting.

As if he can sense you just walked into the room his eyes glance over and immediately lock with yours before he notices the liquor bottle in one hand and Felix in your other hand. You can practically hear him scoff from across the room before his tongue starts poking into his cheek and he looks away to continue his conversation.

“Dick,” you mumble out to yourself before you pull Felix to where people are sitting in a circle with a bottle in the middle. You lean down next to Hyunjin.

“Watcha playin’?” You whisper out and he nearly jumps out of his skin at your voice. He turn’s quickly, his hand gripping his chest.

“Jesus, y/n! Give a little warning before you sneak up on a guy!” He takes a dramatic deep breath and you chuckle in response, “Truth or dare. Come join!” He insists and grabs your hips, pulling you to sit next to him. He turns to Felix and grabs his hand, pulling him to sit on the other side of him. The seating leaves you sandwiched between Hyunjin and some guy that you haven’t met before.

“Let me go first!” You burst out, your voice bubbly and very happy from the effect of the alcohol coursing through your veins. You naturally draw the attention of the room but when you’ve been drinking, it’s like your presence demands everyone’s attention. Which is exactly what Seungmin hates.

He doesn’t like the idea of his girl having the attention of anyone besides him.

“Go ahead, love,” Hyunjin smiles at you and you smile back, leaning forward and spinning the bottle. You bite down on your lip as the bottle spins and when it lands on the stranger next to you, you happily turn to face him, a grin on your face.

“Truth or dare?” You are practically bouncing in your seat in anticipation.

“Do you even know my name?” He chuckles out and you wave your hand, dismissively.

“Unimportant! Focus on the matter at hand,” You put your hands on his shoulders to force him to look at you before continuing, “Truth or dare, mister!” you giggle out and he thinks for a second, silence falling upon the circle.

“Mmm, dare,” he finally decides and a devilish smirk crosses your face. You have a few go-to dares and this is one of your favorites.

“I dare you to flirt with the prettiest girl here. It has to be genuine,” you point a finger at him as the circle erupts into giggles and whooping.

“I would, but the way your boyfriend has been looking at me since you sat next to me has me scared to say another word to you,” He confesses and his eyes dart behind you. Your eyebrows drop into a furrow at the statement.

You turn around to see who he is talking about and are met with the pissed off not so happy face of your Seungmin. He is still in the arm chair but his elbows are resting on his knees, his beer is dangling in his hands between his knees and his lips are tucked into his mouth. You turn back around as soon as you realize how crazy he looks, sending chills up your spine.

“Oh him?” You point a thumb over your shoulder, “He’s not my boyfriend. He’s my,” you pause, moving your hands in front of you to look for the word, but nothing comes to you. “Seungmin. He’s just my Seungmin,” you try to conclude and you can hear Felix stifle a laugh on the other side of Hyunjin, making you stick a middle finger up at him, over your shoulder.

“So its okay if I flirt with you?” He question, his brows raising at the question.

“If you think I’m the prettiest girl in the room then yeah. That’s how the game works,” you shrug and a smirk covers his face. He scoots slightly closer to you and reaches up to touch your cheek but before his fingertips can touch you, there’s a strong grip on his wrist.

“That’s enough.” Seungmin’s voice comes from above you and you look up at him. He has a death grip on the poor kid’s wrist and in your drunken state you don’t process exactly how pissed he is.

You wrap your hand around the back of Seungmin’s thigh and pull him slightly closer to you, almost instinctively. He locks eyes with you before he tosses the guy’s hand out of his grip. Seungmin leans down and grabs you by the top of your arm, pulling you to your feet. He pulls you closer to him and leans into your ear his breath fanning down your neck.

Hyunjin immediately starts to speak to the circle, distracting everyone from the scene unfolding. Everyone is just drunk enough for the distraction to work.

“Do you want to go home?” Seungmin’s tone is low, obviously angry and you shake your head immediately.

“Then fucking behave.” His voice comes out through clenched teeth and you gulp, nodding quickly. He releases the grip he has on your arm and rubs a thumb over where he was holding you gently.

“Have a seat and be a good girl,” His voice is a little louder and Hyunjin glances up at the two of you for a moment. Seungmin scratches the top of your head and turns away from you. You quickly turn and sit back in your spot next to Hyunjin. You reach for your liquor bottle but just before you can grab it, Seungmin’s hand wraps around the bottle and he takes it with him.

You look up at him with a pout to complain but he holds s finger up at you, making you snap your mouth shut. He raises his eyebrows and mouths ‘behave’ at you one more time before retreating back to his spot at the arm chair.

You clear your throat and smile at the group, clapping your hands together. You turn to face Hyunjin and Felix and they’re both looking at you with smirks on their face.

“‘Not your boyfriend’ my ass,” Felix mumbles and you squint at him. You cross your arms over your chest, a bit unhappy that you had your drink taken away. You glance over at Seungmin and he is already engaged in a conversation with someone beside him.

He’s sitting back in his manspread again and you bite down on your lip. The liquor bottle that you so desperately want is tucked into the chair beside him and you sigh, turning back to the game.

The game is fun, a bunch of people getting dared to post things or kiss but as it went on, you found yourself getting more and more sober. Which means that these drunk games were beginning to get more and more boring.

“Ugh. I’ll be back. I need that bottle,” you lean over and complain to Hyunjin who just nods at you, much to drunk to probably even realize you are talking. You push yourself to your feet and walk over to your Seungmin. As you approach him, he glances over at you before continuing his conversation.

Once you reach him, as if he has been reading your mind all night, he pats his lap twice. He never breaks eye contact with the person he’s having a conversation with. Not even when you’re obeying his command and settling yourself in his lap.

“Minnieeee,” you whine out and dig next to him, freeing the liquor bottle from its confines. He still doesn’t fully face you, just glancing at you as you take a swig.

“Minnie….” you try again as the liquor warms your belly, making you let out a giggle to yourself. You wrap your arm around his neck when he still doesn’t pay you any attention and begin to twirl his chain with your other hand.

“Minnie!” you whisper shout at him and he looks up at the person he’s having a conversation with.

“Hold that thought,” he holds a finger up to them before turning his attention to you, “What, princess? You want my attention now? All the other attention you were getting wasn’t enough?” his voice is low enough that you know only you can hear it. Your face falls into a pout and you nod your head at him.

“Missed you s’much,” you grumble and unwrap your hand from his chain to push his hair away from his face.

“Mm. I’ve been right here all night, bub,” he wraps his arm around your hips, letting his hand settle on top of your thigh.

“Still,” you can admit that you get a little whiny and needy when you’ve been drinking, especially if you’re with your Seungmin. He just brings something out of you.

“Still nothing. You’ve had plenty of attention. I’ve been in this chair all night. Don’t be greedy for my attention, brat,” he’s joking and you can tell but there is also some seriousness behind his tone. You can’t deny that you have been acting like a brat.

“I wish you were in me all night,” you suddenly confess, big puppy dog eyes on display and Seungmin raises his eyebrows, a smirk forming on his face.

“I thought I told you to behave,” he challenges you and your lip drops out into a pout. His eyes dart down to your mouth, he can’t help finding the scene in front of him adorable.

“You’re lucky you’re cute. Let’s get out of here so I can be in you all night. How does that sound?” he asks you and you immediately lighten up, a grin covering your face as you nod, vigorously.

“Okay. Go say your goodbyes. Make sure they know that my girl is going home with me,” he assures you and you nod, hopping out of his lap and rushing off to tell your friends goodbye.

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hyunverse · 1 year

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cheer up, buttercup! ‧₊˚✩彡 kim seungmin

kim seungmin x reader.

genre — hurt comfort.

wc — 973 words.

you're stressed.

the numbers on your to-do list appear as a mountain to you — heightened and scary. you don't remember the last time you got up from your office chair, and the warmth of the cushion under suggests that it's been a long time. perhaps six hours. you're unsure. beneath the overwhelming pressure, you've lost track of time.

on second thoughts — to say that you're stressed would be an understatement. you're beyond stressed. you're whatever superlative which comes after stressed. sighs slip past your lips every five minutes, and your eyes are beginning to hurt from the laptop. you make a mental note to get a blue light filtering glasses.

the sound of your apartment door creaking open and closing goes unnoticed. even the pitter-patter of seungmin's converse goes unnoticed to you, too occupied with the work in front of you. the sound of your fingers tapping against your keyboard blocks the ruffling sound created when seungmin places a grocery bag on the kitchen counter. he rummages through the bag, finding for the bento meal he bought for you from a convenience store.

a smile is plastered across seungmin's face as he walks around the apartment, in search of you. he hasn't seen you in a couple days now, much gratitude to his packed schedule. hence why the moment he's free, he immediately went to a conveniece store near your apartment complex before heading to yours. the consideration of texting you before coming has completely slipped from his mind, overjoyed by the fact that he'll get to see his sweetheart after so long.

"y/n," he greets the moment he spots you in your study room, "hi."

you only glance at him for a second before turning your attention back to the laptop, "hey."

seungmin's eyebrows have never furrowed so quick. determined, he pushes the bento meal towards you, frown slowly forming on his face.

you could see the meal from your peripheral vision, "thanks love. i'll eat later."

"come eat with me," he says.

you spare another glance, "i'm busy. you go and eat first."

he pouts, "please come and eat with me."

a sigh escapes your lips before you could stop it, "i'm busy, min. i said i'll eat later. some of us have to study and work hard to get a job, you know?"

perhaps you should've worded your words better. seungmin's face contorts into what seem to be a mix of anger and sadness, lips parting to fire back.

"what are you insinuating, y/n? are you saying that i don't work as hard as you do?"

you shrug, "it's a different type of tiredness."

"right. like all you do isn't lounging in your chair and occasionally typing a few words all day."

overwhelmed by anger, you gather all your things to leave. seungmin's series of apologies are ignored as you grab the keys to your car, itching to leave the room which seem to feel tighter.

it's not until you reach the library when you realize that you deserved seungmin's outburst. you started the fight, after all. with shame seeping through your blood, you sink into a chair, thinking of the ways you should apologize to him.

for now, you think, you'll drown yourself in your pile of work, giving the two of you time to cool down.

the time keeps on moving, a contrast to you. you stay glued onto your chair, the same way your eyes stick onto your screen. more and more people exit the cold library yet you don't budge. you even fail to realize seungmin popping in the library, distress scribbled all over his face and a paper bag in hand.

the old librarian stands up to stop his entrance — they stop allowing people to enter an hour before the closing, yet the rushed calls does not stop seungmin. he trudges towards your usual spot, and places the brown paper bag onto the glass table. the rustling makes you look up, pushing down your headphone onto your neck.

"baby —"

"i know i made you mad, but i'm still going to make sure you take care of yourself. eat."

you're speechless. the determined look on his face tells you that there's no way you're getting yourself out of this — that he's going to make sure you eat no matter what.

"i'm really so —"

he cuts you off by taking out an energy drink and a sandwich. he places them on the table as you watch his every move, "eat. i'm going to sit here and make sure you eat. i'll wait until you come home, and we'll sort this out."

the warmth in your heart upon hearing his words remind you why you fell in love with him all over again. the tender, yet somewhat aggressive way he takes care of you.

"seungmin," you sigh, "i'm sorry. really sorry."

"it's okay," he sighs, "i'm sorry too. don't think about it for now. we'll sort it out at home."

seungmin offers you a genuine smile, showing off his pearly teeth now that he's gotten his braces out. it makes you grin. nodding, you take the food into your hands before sinking back in your seat.

as you unwrap the sandwich from its packaging, seungmin doesn't budge. his facial expression tells you that he has something in mind, yet somewhat hesitatnt to blurt it out. you raise your eyebrow and peer at him through your eyelashes.

he scratches the back of his neck with a pointer, "can i. . . stay here? i missed you so much. i won't bother you, promise — i'll find for a book to read and stay here reading. i'll be quiet, i swear."

you chuckle, "of course, baby. i'm almost done anyway. i missed you too, your company would be nice."

you've never seen someone look so happy to browse through books before.

taglist — @zoe8stay , @starlostseungmin , @bakugossanity , @hwajin , @sleepyleeji , @skizzel , @bbujiikseu , @asters-abditory , @byjeekies , @jdopes-recorder , @sherryblossom , @strayingawayy , @cb97whoree

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fantastic-bby · 2 years

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Adventures of Campus: Whores and Love (Teaser)

Pairing: Reader x Seungmin

Word count: 1208

Genre: Fluff | Crack-ish | College AU

Kim Seungmin, captain of the baseball team and one of the most popular guys on campus. Almost as if it’s a blessing, he has practically the entire campus throwing themselves at him, which not only fuels his ego, but it also fuels his desire to not want a serious relationship. At least until you come along. And Seungmin’s biggest problem with having casual sex with you is the fact that you’re exactly like him.

Warnings: Alcohol usage | Implied sex | Felix is an alcoholic with ADHD

Publish date of full fic: 5th August

Full fic details:

Word count: 25k

Warnings: A lot of implied sex | Alcohol usage | Felix is an alcoholic with ADHD

Masterlist | Full fic | Ao3 Link

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Upon entering, he’s not really that surprised when he sees his beloved baseball-mate, Lee Felix, almost blackout drunk as he stumbles towards him with a hop in his step, giggling madly.

Seungmin holds back his laugh, a ghost of a smile pulling at his lips as he listens to Felix.

The main problem is that Lee Felix only ever wants to hangout if it means he’s getting a drink or four. He’s either very drunk and very sweet or only very sweet.

“That’s sweet, thank you,” Seungmin smiles.

“You can… There’s this person… That you can try approaching…” Before he can even continue, he passes out in Seungmin’s arms.

“Woah!” he exclaimed when he realises that Felix has put all of his weight on him. “Alright, buddy, that’s enough ginger beer for you.”

Seungmin takes the liberty in turning around to lay Felix onto his back and lift him up in a very odd piggyback where Felix is completely limp.

He plops Felix onto the neatly made bed. Seungmin stands still at the side of his bed, wondering whether he should tuck the poor man into his bed before the sound of a chair squeaking surprises him.

Seungmin looks upright and almost drops Felix onto the ground in shock when he sees you sitting on Felix’s gaming chair, eyes wide as you watch what happens with a red solo cup in your left hand.

“What are you doing here?” he asks loudly.

“Aren’t you going to lower your voice? The poor guy’s sleeping,” you chuckle softly.

“Ahah,” Seungmin breathes out the laugh almost sarcastically, but only because you’re right on the dot there.

“How important was it? I doubt you’d be able to get anything coherent out of him for the next ten hours.”

“It wasn’t that important,” you laugh as you stand. “I’m just going home then.”

“No, hold on.” Seungmin digs his hands into the pockets of his grey pullover. “If it’s something not that important, then you wouldn’t mind sharing it with me, would you?”

You tilt your head slightly and raise an eyebrow.

“Depends on what the outcome is.”

“How about I take you down to the ramen place right outside the neighbourhood and we’ll see?” Seungmin suggests.

“Who said I was keeping score? I just like the exercise,” he smiles coyly.

You and Seungmin were also practically the same person as far as he heard.

So it isn’t news that you were both looking at each other with a different sense of want.

“You’ll find a way to make up for it.”

“And don’t turn this into some kind of a porno,” you turn your head slightly to give him a glare which only makes him laugh.

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soobnny · 1 year

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eighteen — kim seungmin.

trope. best friends to lovers. college au. slow burn. angst. fluff.

synopsis. it takes you a while to realize being known is being loved, and kim seungmin just so happens to be an expert in the study of you.

word count: 19.8k words

warnings. just extreme slow burn. some curse words. sexual jokes. drinking and being intoxicated.

note. again my self indulgent take on seungmin in college :)

one.

Kim Seungmin has a habit of blowing up your phone every chance he gets. So, it really isn’t anything new to wake up to a million notifications from your best friend.

The range of apps from which he bothers you is astronomical.

(Instagram): _seungmin mentioned you in a comment: @ynbread lmao this video reminded me of u cos ure an idiot

(Tiktok): seungmin mentioned you in a comment: @ynbread us

(Twitter): seungmin replied to your tweet: I’m hungry can u reply to my messages

But nothing, absolutely nothing, can beat the 56 messages and 9 missed calls on your phone. You’d think it was an emergency if not for his last message, shining brightly through your screen.

minnie: i need a new face wash come with me so i can shut up about it 😡

You roll your eyes to yourself, skimming through the notifications on your lock screen without really opening them. It’s mostly just a series of Seungmin asking you if you were awake every hour with a few whining in between about how he’s bored and how you need to wake up.

While you’re laughing at his overdramatic messages (has he been hanging out with Hyunjin too much these days?), you accidentally unleash a storm upon yourself.

You hadn’t meant to click on one of the notifications, and now a taunting “read” is on the bottom of his messages.

Big mistake.

All hell is about to break lose.

The moment Kim Seungmin receives the small indication that you’re finally awake, his face flashes on your screen almost immediately in a Facetime call. It’s tempting to decline his call in favor of burying your face back into your pillows, but the clock reads 11am and you have an annoying best friend that needs your attention. You know never to ignore Seungmin. You’ve learned that the hard way.

Swiping on accept, his head of fluffy hair pops up on your screen. “Finally! What took you so long?” His phone angle shifts so his face shows now – it seems like he’s outside as he’s looking left and right before crossing somewhere.

“Sleeping.” You rub your eyes, propping your phone against a box of tissues so he can see you while you fix your bed.

“Didn’t wanna wake up cause you were dreaming of me?” You can hear the laughter in his voice.

Appropriately, you respond by gifting him your middle finger. “You wish.”

“Did you sleep well?” You hum in response even though you doubt he could hear you amidst the noise outside and the shuffling of your bedsheets. “What did you need?” You grab your phone from your nightstand, walking towards your refrigerator to get a glass of water.

“Face wash. You’re coming with me. Oh, and bring an umbrella, it’s drizzling a little.”

“Gonna have to raincheck.”

Second big mistake.

“Why?” He drawls his question, whining and pushing his phone deeper towards his face so you can see his visible disapproval at your response.

“Seungmin, I just woke up. It’s gonna take me forever to get ready, and you’re already outside.”

There’s a lack of response from his end after a few seconds. When you look back at your phone screen, he seems preoccupied. “Minnie?”

“Wait, wait. I have to hang up, give me a second.”

You tilt your head in confusion, but you don’t say anything else. This was a rare moment when you got to escape from Seungmin’s evil clutches of always dragging you along when he goes out. Looking through your closet for a change of clothes after you shower, you jump at the sudden and very rushed pounding on your door.

You should’ve known better.

Opening the door, a breathless Seungmin slips past the space before pushing your door closed. “Why was Crazy Karen on shift today?” He falls face first on your couch, still heaving after the cardio he’d done to sprint towards your unit.

Seungmin’s been quite the expert at sneaking into your very ‘strict with visitors’ building. Not only has he befriended Derek (the security guard on duty when it wasn’t Karen), he’s gone through every possible entrance and has mastered the way to your door. He’s been doing it for the past three years, to the point you’re convinced he could navigate his way around blindfolded.

Funnily enough, he was basically a criminal in your building. Karen (Crazy Karen, as Seungmin likes to call her) has been trying to catch him for forever. You’re convinced that one more push from Seungmin and she’d be printing flyers with his face on it with a clear “BANNED” message in red bold font and taping it on the walls of your building.

Seungmin’s been able to escape her for months now. Though, despite being an expert vigilante, he still has his lapses. And today, he hadn’t been aware that Karen was on duty. “(Name), she hates me!”

“She hates everyone.” You deadpan. Seungmin’s always found it disturbing that Karen didn’t like him. He was an angel in everyone’s eyes – your parents, Derek the security guard, your professors, your friends. If only they knew better.

With the thousands of people that adore him, Seungmin doesn’t know why Karen was such a tough egg to crack. Maybe she knew better, that your best friend is the devil incarnate, but the devil incarnate that you adore.

“How’d you get here so quickly? Wait… were you already on your way here before I picked up your call?” You ask pointedly, leaning against the wall and furrowing your eyebrows at Seungmin who still hasn’t left your couch, instead making himself comfortable by draping his legs across the armrest and hugging your throw pillow to his chest.

“Yes, cause you were ignoring me!” The pout on his face is so exaggerated, you would’ve smacked it off if you didn’t have the biggest crush on him.

“I wasn’t ignoring you. I was sleeping!”

“Tomato, tomato. Same thing.”

You concede the argument with a sigh because God forbid he lost an argument to you. “Anyways, (name).” He’s whining again, staring at you while you skim through your clothes. “I’m so hungry, I could eat your couch.”

“You do you, I guess.”

“Do you hate me?”

“Only sometimes.”

This was the funny thing about your friendship with Seungmin. From an outsider’s perspective, they would’ve sworn you two disliked each other – from your pointed responses and backhanded comments towards one another. However, through the lens of your shared friends, they knew you completed each other. Nobody (aside from Minho, and occasionally Jeongin) could match your best friend’s personality quite well, and absolutely nobody could get him as soft as you could. It’s reserved for your eyes only.

Chan jokes around that Seungmin should never drive you away because he’s finally found someone who gets along with him terribly well aside from them. He agrees, but he would never outwardly admit it out loud to his friends or to you. But deep down, he knows that you two understand every inch of each other like you’re a reflection of one another.

With that said, he wouldn’t want to spend his time buying face wash with anyone else.

When he suddenly gets off the couch, you look at him suspiciously. He’s walking in your direction now, beaming with his eyes squinting and lips curving up and hair falling perfectly on his forehead – he looks so cute that your heart starts feeling something you can’t quite identify. “(Name).”

“Seungmin.” He grabs your hands without warning and your heart catapults out of your chest.

“Come with me to buy face wash and we can eat lunch together. Please please, cause I’m your best friend and you can’t say no to me.” Seungmin defends his case like a lawyer desperate to win.

He leans in impossibly closer to your face as a vindictive tactic to get you to say yes, and you’re embarrassed to admit it’s working. You tell yourself you’re only agreeing so he would stop fiddling with your fingers with his perfectly crafted hands and looking at you with his stupid, pretty eyes.

“Fine, now let go of me so I can get a change of clothes. Besides, aren’t you like the number one Touch Hater anyway?”

Seungmin smiles triumphantly to himself, slipping his hands from yours. “How narcissistic of you to think you’re the only one I enjoy holding. I like Kkami too! And Soonie, and Doongie–”

“Why am I being classified with your friends’ pets?”

Kim Seungmin doesn’t admit that you’re the only person he likes to hold. Instead, he shrugs and pushes you towards your bathroom so you could hurry up and he can finally buy his face wash.

two.

The next time Kim Seungmin blows up your notifications is after you’ve just finished your last class of the week.

He’s already waiting for you outside your building, leaning against a lamp post and scrolling through dog videos on Tiktok with a few quokka appearances.

The algorithm confuses Seungmin in that it’s so fast to pick up the videos you’ve liked – even if it was just one. He’s pretty sure he’s only getting these rather abundant quokka videos because Jisung had borrowed his phone once and probably liked a Tiktok. Now it’s everywhere to the point that Seungmin could probably tell you at least 5 facts about them.

He’s been standing there for a good 10 minutes now. He has given up on texting you to ask when your classes end (he reasons your professor must have overtime again), instead just adding a shit ton of videos to his “dog” collection on Tiktok.

When you exit the building with some of your blockmates, you feel your heartbeat pick up its pace at the sight of Seungmin in his oversized gray Dodgers hoodie (one of your personal favorites to steal) and some light washed pants with his cute smile and messy hair.

He looks a little embarrassed, as if he wants the earth to swallow him up right then and there. You suppose it’s because he’s been standing there awkwardly, having to look at people in the passing while waiting for you.

Once you appear though, the embarrassment fizzles away and Seungmin is making his way towards you with his hands buried deep in the pockets of his hoodie.

“One more overtime and I’m gonna have to report that professor.”

“You’re just saying that cause you’re impatient and you hate having to wait for five minutes.”

“10 minutes. I waited ten minutes today.” You laugh at the boy, attention wavering when your friends bid their goodbyes to you and Seungmin. You wave politely, and Seungmin mimics you, smiling sheepishly and waving back.

You know they’re tripping over themselves after Seungmin smiles and waves back at them. You’ve been told multiple times by your blockmates that your best friend looks like a walking dream – the campus crush from the International Law and Legal Studies building.

You don’t disagree, it’s not exactly like you were blind. Every time you’d walk with Seungmin anywhere, he was bound to get some attention from the people around you.

There are multiple admirers lining up for your best friend, shaking as they make their way up to him just to say ‘hi’ or purposely standing near him during college events. It also doesn’t help that his whole friend group were the campus crush from their respective majors.

Too bad for your blockmates and the multiple people lining up willing to donate their kidneys though. Seungmin doesn’t care much about anything and anyone outside his carefully selected circle.

He’s polite, smiling back and waving and holding small conversations but there’s always a hint of disinterest when they’d try to keep the conversation longer than he’d like. He isn’t stupid and knows there’s always an ulterior motive to get with him. He knows how easy it is to mistake politeness for interest.

“Come on, I want coffee.” How demonic is it to have a friend who’s convinced he’s Bill Gates’ son with the amount of times he’s asked you to eat out.

Seungmin pushes you forward by placing a hand on the small of your back, his other hand clutching his messenger bag, guiding you to walk ahead along the sidewalks of your university.

He makes sure you’re on the safer side of the road, bumping you to move to the side.

You stop in your tracks, shaking your head at the boy and he looks at you with utter confusion. “I’m not coming with you to buy overpriced coffee. I’ve used up all my allowance for the week.”

“Waited for you for ten minutes just to be rejected. Ouch.”

“Sucks to be you.”

You’re about to say your goodbye to your best friend, heels shifting to walk the other way when his hand easily wraps around your wrist, pulling you back to where he’s stood. You slap his hand away, pointing an accusatory finger at his direction. “You are not gonna convince me. Not again.”

Screw him and his large hands and how easy it is for him to maneuver them back around your wrist to keep you in place. “I’ll pay, just come with me.”

You surrender in an instant. Who were you to pass on free coffee?

Seungmin smiles victoriously when you start walking by his side again before his face falls in a pout, going off in a tangent about how you’re only willing to hangout with him if he’s paying and how he’s too young to be your sugar daddy.

You sigh in relief when you reach the campus coffee shop, the strong aroma of coffee immediately filling your senses as Seungmin breathes out in delight.

Going straight to the counter, he orders himself an Iced Americano before turning to look at you. “Just the usual?” You nod your head, moving away to find a seat for the both of you.

Every time you’re in a coffee shop (which is, a lot), you’re reminded of the first time you met Seungmin.

He was working part time at a coffee shop, trying to save some money for college and you were merely a customer. He had accidentally knocked the - thankfully, cold - coffee all over you. In compensation, he begs for your order again so he could make it for free.

He still knows your coffee order by heart up until today.

Taking both of your orders, Seungmin moves to settle back to wherever you’re seated when he spots Jisung and Changbin sitting at your table as well.

He should’ve known they’d be here today – they practically lived on coffee. Seungmin supposes this is what double majoring in Music Management and with Music Theory and Composition looks like.

“Not you two again.” Seungmin fakes exasperation, standing by Jisung who’s seated next to you before shooing him away, claiming that Jisung was in his spot. Jisung simply smirks knowingly before shuffling towards the seat next to Changbin.

“So, I have a funny story.” When Changbin speaks up, Jisung is quick to clasp a hand over his mouth.

“We don’t have a funny story.” He counters Changbin’s claim pointedly, shaking his head and glaring at his best friend.

But who could open up a topic and not proceed around Seungmin? He’ll pull up every piece of blackmail he has on his phone, appropriately labeled “to use against friends” and start threatening you. Absolutely no one can escape Seungmin, and that’s how you find Changbin telling the story of how someone had kissed Jisung and when she pulled away, all he did was say “thank you”.

“Who says that after kissing someone?” Your laughter triggers a smile on Seungmin’s face, too busy observing you to make fun of Jisung. He’ll save that for later when you walk home together. For now, the sight of you laughing is too enchanting to look away from.

Jisung, on the other hand, ignores your question. He’s already embarrassed enough.

“I don’t know! I was nervous! My brain doesn’t work sometimes, you know?” Jisung’s running his hand through his hair in frustration, desperately trying to defend himself, hands moving inanimately while speaking.

“Your brain doesn’t work all the time.” Seungmin retorts and the boy pouts at his younger friend.

“Can we talk about something else?”

You, in fact, do not talk about anything else much to Jisung’s dismay. On your way back home, Changbin brings it up again after jokingly kissing Jisung’s cheek and saying “thank you” right after.

A heavy arm swings around your shoulder, Seungmin pulling you towards him as he lets his other friends be with their teasing. You look up at your best friend, shifting your attention back to the ground when you meet his gaze.

You’re walking slightly ahead of the two boys, and Seungmin’s just asking you how your day was. He always does this. Every time he walks you back to your building, he’d always ask how your day went.

This might have stemmed from your first and only huge argument – when you kept your feelings to yourself because you didn’t want to be a bother to him. Seungmin’s made sure to create a comfortable space for you to vent to him ever since.

When you talk, Seungmin listens attentively. You don’t know if you love or hate it. It’s a little difficult to recount what happened in your day when he’s looking at you like that. Seungmin may tease you a lot, but you know he cares a lot and one of his ways of showing that is by listening to you.

Your quiet conversation is cut short when the two boys catch up with you, Jisung’s eyes narrow at Seungmin while he walks backward so he’s in front of Seungmin. “How come you like touching (name) and not us?”

“Don’t say it like that, you sound like a perv.” Changbin smacks the back of his head and Jisung giggles when his choice of words dawn on him.

“Sorry. I mean, how come you’re not disgusted to initiate physical contact with her! What about me?”

(Because I like her, Seungmin thinks but doesn’t actually say).

Instead, Seungmin smirks, keeping his arm around you before teasing his older friend. “Aw, is our Jisung getting jealous? Don’t worry, I’ll hold your hand once we drop (name) off.”

“Actually?” Jisung beams at what Seungmin says and he halts his steps, instead walking forward with his hand outstretched towards where Seungmin’s standing.

“No, fuck off! I was kidding!” You laugh when Seungmin detaches himself from you so he can properly run away from Jisung who’s desperate to hold the young boy’s hand.

It’s in moments like these, when the feeling of his arm around your shoulder still lingers, and Jisung’s words echo in your head (why does he only hold you?), and Changbin’s nudging your side knowingly, that makes you think.

Could you possibly mean something more to Seungmin? The way that he means to you?

three.

Apart from your notifications, Kim Seungmin has a habit of blowing up your ears.

You hear him before you see him. Winter seems startled at the sudden screech of your name from the other side of the street, laughing quietly to herself when she spots Seungmin running at you in full speed. She pays no mind when Seungmin latches himself around you, waving at her after finding a comfortable spot to rest his chin (on top of your head).

“That felt like it came out of a movie.”

You’re still waiting for your food with Winter by the food truck. Seungmin doesn’t seem to mind the wait. Despite learning over the years that he was impatient and usually annoyed at anyone and everything that made him wait, he’s also come to realize that he doesn’t mind the wait when it comes to you. Why else would he wait for you despite your professor being well known for always going past his allotted time?

He couldn’t do that for anyone else.

“What are your plans after here?” Seungmin directs the question towards the both of you, slowly unhooking himself from around you to look at the menu of the food truck.

“Might go to the mall and buy some airpods.” Winter mumbles, pulling her bucket hat down in embarrassment as Seungmin stares at her in disbelief. “Wow. You said that as if you’re just buying a pencil or something.”

“No! What happened is that… I thought I left my airpods in my mom’s car. But look at this.” She pulls out her phone, showing the notification that said ‘French fries (the name of her airpods) is far from the user’. “So I think I must’ve left it on the plane when I was coming back here from the academic break.”

Winter’s pouting now at the thought of her upcoming big purchase. “I can’t survive without them. How am I supposed to tune everyone out?”

“Order for Winter.” The conversation is cut abruptly by the man at the food truck with your orders. You break out in a smile at the sight of the food, taking it from Winter and whispering a quick ‘thank you’.

“Spending money is so easy, but saving feels like a war.” Winter adds before she smells her food, mirroring the smile on your face and taking a bite out of the hard-shell taco she ordered. Seungmin looks around for a place to sit, spotting a bench not too far. “Come on, you girls need to sit.”

Ever the gentleman, Seungmin carries your drinks for you while you eat your food and walk to the bench he had spotted. Taking your seats, Winter pats your thigh and nods her head. “You got yourself a good one. I approve.”

You’re confused for a moment before you feel the heat creep up from your neck to your entire face. Thank God Seungmin didn’t hear Winter implying that she approved of him as your boyfriend. If he did, he pretended not to hear.

However, he isn’t blind and can see your impossibly red face in abruptness.

“Woah, do you need something to drink?” He grabs his water bottle from his bag, unscrewing the cap and nudging it to your general direction. You gratefully take it from him, chugging down his water to try and cool yourself down. Winter all but giggles, pretending she didn’t almost trigger you to choke down on your food.

The next few minutes are spent in silence with you and Winter savoring your food and Seungmin scrolling through his phone to check if he had any deadlines he missed. One of his hands rests naturally on your thigh, as if it was the most normal thing.

When Winter finishes her food, she abruptly gets up from her seat, facing the both of you. “I’m gonna get going now so I can buy the airpods and wallow in my dorm until I fall asleep.” Your face scrunches up in amusement, nodding your head and getting up from your seat to give her a quick hug. “Take care! Text me when you get home.”

“I hope you get me for Secret Santa this year!” Seungmin earns a soft punch from Winter at his side comment before she’s off to the mall. Seungmin’s quick to pull you back down on the bench when Winter leaves, scooting so there’s almost no space between the two of you.

“Do you have plans after here?” You hum, trying to think if you needed to be somewhere. Chewing down on your bottom lip, you shake your head. “I don’t think so.”

“Good. You’re eating dinner with me. And don’t worry, I know what you’re thinking. We’re just going to the cafeteria on campus. I’m not gonna rob you off of your allowance.” You laugh in approval, taking another bite down your taco before tilting your body so you’re facing Seungmin, offering some up to your best friend.

“You want some?” You find he’s staring somewhere else instead of the food you had pushed up to his face. Trying to follow his gaze, you tilt your head with wide, doe-eyes before looking back to see if there was something behind you. “What are you looking at?”

Seungmin clears his throat, snapping out of his daydream. “Nowhere. Just…” You’ve never seen Seungmin this hesitant before. He’s pulling at the sleeves of the green sweater he’s wearing, looking around before he fixes his gaze on you again.

Without warning, he sticks his thumb out to wipe something at the corner of your lips.

“You had some sauce on your lips.” He’s looking straight ahead now, avoiding your eyes, as if he didn’t just leave you dumbfounded. “Close your mouth. You look like a fish.” Only then do you realize your lips have parted a little at his sudden actions.

And then, just like Winter, he abruptly gets up. You don’t notice the redness at the tip of his ears when he leans down to pinch your cheeks. “Jeongin says he needs me. I’ll meet you for dinner, okay?”

You don’t tell him you know that Jeongin’s still in class right now.

four.

When you arrive, Kim Seungmin is already there, waving you over to where he’s seated.

It’s packed, as usual, filled with college kids that lived in the dorm areas around the campus. However, Seungmin still finds a seat for the both of you.

Slipping past numerous sleep-deprived college kids, you make your way to your best friend. He greets you with a quick side hug before he’s pushing the best selling mango shake of your cafeteria in your direction. “Oh my god, they weren’t sold out?”

Every student in your university knows that The Sunshine Harvest’s mango shake was the best drink ever made in mankind. It’s the stall with the longest line in your cafeteria which explains why it always sells out so fast. Everyone would rush to the cafeteria after their last class just to buy a cup – and it was budget friendly. You’ve long given up on buying one (after months) as your schedule never lined up to when there were still some left. You complained about it all the time to Seungmin.

“It wasn’t sold out when I got there. Probably is now.” He shrugs, trying to act nonchalant even though your smile is tipping him over the edge.

All you did was smile, and Seungmin’s forgotten everything he’s supposed to say or do. It was definitely worth waiting in line for 30 minutes, he concludes.

Happily sipping on your shake, you ask Seungmin if you should start lining up at the food stalls to get dinner. He simply nods his head, telling you to go ahead so he could look after your seats while you search for what you want to eat. Seungmin takes the small time he has alone to calm down.

Then, he receives a phone call from you.

“Do you want pizza?”

“Pizza’s fine.”

“Okay, I’ll buy us pizza.”

“When you finish ordering, just come here and give me the receipt, okay? I’ll wait for it.”

“Minnie, you’re quite literally the most impatient man on this planet. I can do it.”

“And you had a long day of classes today. Get your ass back here.”

Within minutes, you’re back at your seat and Seungmin’s sitting you down, taking the receipt from your hands. “Good girl.” He ruffles your hair, dropping his hand right after to squish your pouting cheeks before he’s off to wait for your pizza.

You drop your head on the table immediately after he leaves. Something in the way he said ‘good girl’ has your heart racing, and you can hear him tell you the table’s dirty but you cannot function at the moment so your face takes the consequence of Seungmin’s words.

Moments later, Seungmin returns with your pizza, setting it down on the table before taking his seat across from you. There’s still steam blowing from the pizza from how recent it was baked, and you hear your stomach grumble at the sight. You start to fiddle with your fingers, contemplating whether you should wait for it to cool down or grab a slice right now.

It looks so tempting to take a bite off.

“Don’t.” Before you can even proceed with your devious plan, you feel Seungmin flick your forehead as if he knows what you’re thinking. It’s because he does. Seungmin has memorized your body language. He knows you want to take a slice, and he also knows it’s still hot, and your tongue’s gonna burn, and you’re going to regret it. You slump back in your seat in defeat.

Seungmin considers himself a genius when it comes to the study of you. While was a stellar student in his school subjects, nothing will come close to the extent of knowledge he has on you. He’s learned about you for years, to the point he thinks he might know you better than he knows himself. He can read you like an open book – his open book. He knows that when the tip of your ears turn red, it means you’re angry. He knows you fiddle with your fingers when you’re bored. He knows you’re one of the few people who puts milk before the cereal (he’s sworn to keep that secret safe with him).

If Seungmin were to write his thesis paper about you, he was sure he’d get a perfect mark. He’s been unknowingly tucking little things he loved about you in his heart, which is why he waited those thirty damn minutes just to buy you that stupid mango shake that you loved so much.

He’s looking at you now, staring intensely at the pizza as if it'll cool down faster if you sent it a threatening glare. He smiles to himself, where you can’t see, and he thinks – “Wow, I really really like her.” And for a moment, he thinks he’s brave enough to say it out loud, but seconds turn into minutes and the moment passes. Instead, he chooses to roll up the wrapper from your straw and flick it at you to get your attention and tell you it’s okay to eat your pizza now.

And you smile, immediately going in to take a slice. You smile, and Seungmin thinks he never wants to go a day without seeing you smile. He forgives himself for not being able to tell you how he feels right now. He thinks he still has time. He still has so much time in the world to confess to you.

“It’s still hot. Careful, okay?” You take a bite and immediately wave a hand in front of your mouth from the heat. He laughs at your eagerness to finish the pizza despite its temperature and he reaches to grab his own slice.

Seungmin wishes he can spend all his dinners like this.

It isn’t long before Seungmin’s walking you home. Despite living in the dorms within campus, he still pushes to walk you back to your building that’s a little outside of the campus. “I’ll walk you home. Come on.”

On the way back, you spot the campus cats and dogs. You squeal at the sight of them, immediately crouching down and calling at them to come to where you and Seungmin are. The cats come mewling by your feet. Seungmin mirrors you and crouches down to pick one up in his arms, checking their collars and cooing audibly. “Hello, mushroom.”

“Oh, she’s so cute.” You stand back up to pet the little kitten in Seungmin’s arms. She reminds you of one of Minho’s cats. Minho would love her. And then, you gasp. You spot the cutest golden retriever puppy, scratching at his collar. Seungmin puts the kitten down to follow you towards where the puppy’s sitting.

“Hello there…” You take a quick glimpse at his collar. “Fang. What a cute name.” You speak in a soft voice, lifting him up gently in your arms. Fang seems to immediately melt in your touch the moment you pick him up and give him some head rubs.

Mushroom’s meowing in jealousy when Seungmin gives his attention elsewhere.

“Want me to rub your back? Or give you some belly rubs?” You smile sweetly, moving your hard towards his back and moving your fingers along his fur. “Minnie. Do you ever think about how easy it is to steal them?”

He laughs at your proposition, giving it a thought. “Maybe sometimes. I’m already a criminal in your building. Might as well be a criminal on campus too.” Seungmin joins you to rub behind Fang’s ears, a smile creeping up on his face.

“It’s getting late. We’re gonna have to go.” Seungmin says gently and you pout as you put the boy down. “I wish I could put you in my bag and take you home. You’re such a good boy.” You bid your goodbye to the puppy before letting him down.

“That just made my entire day.” You say to no one in particular as you wave one last time to the cats and dogs who go back to playing amongst themselves.

On the rest of the way back, Seungmin complains about Minho and his Criminal Law professor, and you talk about the long list of long tests and quizzes you have lined up for next week. Conversation with Seungmin always comes so easy. And when he sees your building, he makes it a point to slow down his pace so you can finish your story about the time Ryujin put red dye in Chaeryeong’s shampoo bottle. And he listens.

With you, it’s easy to forget time.

You finish your story just in time. Seungmin won’t tell you he tried to time it perfectly so you wouldn’t be interrupted while you happily shared the story.

“Goodnight idiot. Don’t pull another all nighter.” As usual, Seungmin’s fingers find their way to pinch your cheeks before pushing you towards the glass doors of your building. You laugh when you notice Seungmin’s eyes brighten at the sight of Derek, and he immediately sends a wave to his favorite security guard which Derek happily returns.

“Goodnight. Walk home safely!”

On the way back to his dorms, Seungmin’s phone buzzes from the pocket of his jeans. It's a notification from Jeongin.

(Instagram): maknaeontop mentioned you in a comment: @_seungmin isnt this u with yn LOL

The post reads: “I’ll walk with you” is just an excuse to spend more time with someone before they go and that’s romantic as fuck.

Seungmin rolls his eyes and locks his phone before shoving it in the pockets of his jeans. How convenient is Jeongin’s timing to tag him in that post after he just walked you home.

five.

Kim Seungmin also enjoys complaining a lot. Despite being the one to offer his help, he’s holding up quite an attitude while he’s carrying your laundry to the laundry shop.

You were simply just texting each other, and you happened to tell him you were going to be doing your laundry today, and how you were dreading the long walk while carrying your shit ton of dirty clothes. That’s how you find Kim Seungmin waiting for you outside your building, taking his sweet time glaring at Karen.

“Seungmin in the building!” His arms are open when he greets you and you fall into them in an instant. Seungmin rarely offers to hug you first so you take the moment to wrap your arms around him and stay in his embrace. Although, his enthusiasm doesn’t hold though when he’s carrying two bags of laundry on each of his shoulders and you’re walking to the laundry shop together.

“You seriously didn’t have to do this.”

“You would’ve suffered from extreme shoulder and back pains, and I would’ve had to hear about it for the rest of the day. I’m doing myself a favor.”

You roll your eyes and the conversation falls silent. A comfortable silence.

You take the moment to look Seungmin over. He’s just wearing a white shirt and some sweatpants, and yet he looks like the most beautiful person on the planet. That’s Seungmin for you. He could wear anything and make it work.

Fuck, he’s an alarm clock, and you’re so dazed by the way his hair looks like fluffy auburn under the sun, and how the outline of his chest is easy to see through his white shirt, and how his muscles are flexing from the weight of the bags he’s carrying. Since when did he start going to the gym? Was he always this tall?

He looks painfully dashing and you’re unaware that you’ve made it to the laundry shop until Seungmin’s snapping his fingers in front of your face to get your attention. “Huh, wait. Sorry.” You flush in embarrassment at being caught daydreaming.

“Lost you for a second there.”

You immediately get to work. You’ve already separated your clothes prior to coming here, so you begin to pour two caps of laundry detergent into the washer. Seungmin mirrors your actions so you can finish your laundry earlier. Pile by pile, you start adding your clothes to the washer and push the knob to turn it to normal cycle setting.

While waiting, you and Seungmin simply sit on the floor and lean against the wall, staring at the washer with your head resting on his shoulder and your legs outstretched on the ground.

You wonder when you should do your groceries. Maybe on Tuesday after your 1pm long test? You don’t think you have anything else to do on that day. Has Seungmin finished doing his groceries or would he want to come with you? You think he has a full day of classes on Tuesday.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Huh, what?” You pull your head away from his shoulder, and Seungmin regrets asking what’s on your mind. It’s too late to double down though.

“You were chewing on your lips. Assumed you were deep in thought.” You don’t know how chewing your lips has anything to do with being deep in thought. Have you always chewed down on your lips when you were thinking of something? Seungmin curses himself for letting that slip out so easily.

“Just thinking about when I should do my groceries.” Seungmin quickly dismisses the topic in fear of his feelings being caught. It doesn’t seem like you want to talk much about groceries either. So, you fall back in your comfortable silence and your head is back on his shoulder and a smile instantly crawls its way to Seungmin’s lips while he leans his head on yours.

“Why does it seem like it’s taking longer than usual?” You whine, staring at the washer with your eyes squinted a little. You look at the clock to see how much time has passed by and then back at the washer as if it’d speed up if you did. “Yeah, I’m tired of hanging out with you.”

Seungmin’s head falls when you pull your own head back to stick your tongue out at him. He just chuckles at you, linking his arm around you so he can pull you back. “Come back. I was comfortable.” He wraps an arm around you so he can push your head back on his shoulder and your heart skips a beat when he nuzzles his head against yours once again.

“Shouldn’t have said you were tired of hanging out with me then.” You mumble, afraid that your voice would quiver if you spoke any louder. Seungmin simply dismisses you with a wave of his head. “Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry.”

Time always moves faster when you’re actually enjoying the moment because a few minutes pass and the washer stops, and now you have to take your clothes out and place them in the dryer.

Seungmin stays, telling you he’d help with folding up your clothes and bringing them back to your building – which is exactly what he does when the dryer finishes. And somehow, folding your clothes has turned into a competition between the two of you when he’s claiming he can fold much more than you can.

He wins.

“It’s just because you have big hands!”

“Your argument makes no sense.”

“It does so! See, see. Look.”

You lift your hand mid-air, explaining to him why more work can be done with less effort if you have big hands compared to having smaller hands. It’s like walking less steps when you have longer legs. You’re not sure you’re making sense yourself, and you’re definitely not sure how to function when Seungmin reaches to meet his hand with yours.

His hands are big.

“You do have tiny baby hands. Are your hands smaller than Felix’s?” The moment feels way too intimate for you. While you’re just comparing hand sizes, it's the warmth of his hands that catch you off guard and the feeling that you wouldn’t mind feeling his hand like this every day.

Seungmin thinks about how easy it’d be to just intertwine your hands together.

“Uh… I don’t know. We’ll have to see.” You instantly pull your hand back, packing your folded clothes back in your bags. You don’t know why your face won’t stop smiling at what just happened so you bury your head deep into the bags so Seungmin can’t see how red your cheeks are.

“They’re definitely smaller. You don’t have to check.”

Seungmin doesn’t admit either that he doesn’t want you to press your hand against Felix’s like you did with his.

six.

Even when you’re not together physically, he still finds a way to annoy you.

“That’s what phones are made of!” He explains over the phone while you’re grocery shopping. Seungmin doesn’t seem to mind that his only view in your Facetime call is your double chin and the piles of food behind you.

“What are you doing grocery shopping on a Sunday anyway? Isn’t this your sleeping day?” He says as if it was a matter-of-fact. “There are no rules stating I can’t grocery shop on a Sunday.” You deadpan before grabbing a bottle of shampoo from the shelves.

The old lady looks at you like you’re crazy and you blush in embarrassment, pulling your cart away and moving to another section of the shop. It must look like you’re talking to yourself.

“You’re stressed, aren’t you?” Seungmin shifts from his position so he’s sitting up and he can hear you better which catches your attention. “So maybe I am a little.” You grab some toilet paper before you start to walk to the frozen section.

“You know you can talk to me, right? I’m always here to carry the weight with you.” You smile at the rare words of affirmation from your best friend. It was never his love language. He showed his affection through his acts of service, so you appreciate that he’s lowering down his teasing to genuinely comfort you while you’re stressed.

“I know. It’s just…” So you talk to him.

You rant to your best friend while you’re walking around the grocery store, and while numerous other old ladies and men look at you like you need to seek psychiatric help. You tell him about your blockmates and how they rarely put in work during group projects and activities. Seungmin knows it’s bothering you more than ever now since exams are nearing. That meant so were a shit ton of project deadlines.

“Need me to talk to them?” You laugh, dismissing him while you examine the ice cream flavors available. “That’s just embarrassing for me. Though, I’ll admit they’d be scared shitless if The Kim Seungmin scolded them.” You lean down to pick up the Rocky Road tub for yourself and a Mint Choco for Seungmin.

“Don’t talk about me like I’m all that. I’m just… Minnie.” Your heart warms at how he uses your nickname for him. “And I’m serious. I won’t hesitate talking to them if you need someone to knock some sense into them.” Your best friend scoffs at the thought of your group mates and the unnecessary amount of stress they’re putting you in.

“It’s alright. I’ll handle them. Do you need anything?” Your grocery list has long been crashed out and discarded in your pocket, now just looking around to see if there was anything else you could fit in your budget.

“Do you think you can get me some eggs?” You hum, moving towards where the dairy products are. “Just one carton?” You ask, skimming through them before grabbing a dozen upon Seungmin’s approval.

When he tells you he doesn’t need anything else, you move to fall in line so you can pay for your groceries. Only then do you realize that Seungmin’s wearing the fuzzy socks you got for him a few Christmases back.

“I thought you threw those out.”

“Hm?” Seungmin asks you to clarify.

“The socks I gave you as a gift.”

“I would never! They’re my happy socks. Also, wasn’t this the Christmas when you received that Ghibli inspired night light?”

“Yeah! How’d you remember?”

“You were really happy to get it. You would not stop talking about it.” He smiles his Seungmin smile while recalling the memory. You had quite literally screamed when you opened it and Seungmin almost fell out of his ass thinking that you got hurt or injured.

“Best. Gift. Ever.” You stressed every word, looking ahead to see you’re next in line. “I’m taking that as a challenge.”

“Alright. I have to pay. I’ll talk to you later!”

“Text me…”

“I’ll text you when I get home, I know, I know. Bye!” You hang up the call just in time for the person before you to finish and you start loading your items on the counter. When you exit the shop, you spot Felix with his own bag of groceries as well.

He greets you enthusiastically the moment he spots you, going in to give you a short hug and a small pat on your head. He’s smiling his sunshine smile as the two of you walk through the large shop together, and he’s kind enough to offer to carry one of your shopping bags for you as you exit. You decide to just take the train back to campus together as he lives in one of the in-campus dorms as well.

“Soooo… you and Seungmin together yet?” Felix stabs the silence with a knife, immediately going in for the kill. You scrunch your face, shaking your head as you look at him with your eyes squinted. “Felix.”

“No, but like! He’s always so happy when he’s with you. And even when you’re not around, he goes on and on about you. I’m pretty sure Changbin knew everything about you before he even met you.”

“Don’t give me false hope.” You nibble on your lip, looking down at your groceries as Felix navigates the both of you towards the train station.

Felix pauses, a small hand on your back to make sure he doesn’t lose you in the crowd of people waiting to catch the train. “It’s not false hope!” Felix is trying to find a way to properly articulate his thoughts to you. He’s not dumb – he sees the way Seungmin looks at you. Seungmin doesn’t need to tell him.

“Okay, listen to this. So, one time I went to their dorm, right? Cause I was stress-baking and I made too many brownies and I know how much Innie loves them so I went there. It was a little late in the night, and when I walked in about to announce my presence, Seungmin saw me.”

You look at him confused, but let him continue the story.

“Turns out, you had fallen asleep on him while the three of you were watching a movie, and there was this look on his face. I can’t even begin to explain, but he had this look, and he told me to be quiet so I don’t wake you up.”

You just scoff at his story.

“Fine, don’t believe me. One day, I’m gonna say I told you so.” He teases, and a faint smile forms on your face. “Let’s hope I get to hear that.” You feel your heart pumping at the thought. Felix seems really sincere with his words, but you didn’t want to hang onto something you don’t see yourself.

It’s quiet after that when you enter the train. It’s a little packed so there isn’t a seat for you and Felix, but he protectively stands beside you and ghosts an arm around you so you don’t fall when the train accelerates. Felix walks you all the way to your building before he hands you back your grocery bag.

“Bye Felix! Be safe.”

“Bye (name). Go and kiss Seungmin for me!”

“I hate you.”

He waves to you as he leaves and now the thought of kissing Seungmin is stuck in your head. Screw Lee Felix and his endless teasing.

seven.

You don’t see Seungmin until Thursday that week. You’ve been stressed. Really stressed. And Seungmin’s well aware.

He lets you rant to him at night, playing the part of your diary. He lets you be angry, he lets you be annoyed – without shame. He lets you feel every emotion and reminds you you’re valid for feeling that way.

You’re always thankful for Seungmin. You’re appreciative of the way he drops whatever he’s doing at any hint that you’re stressed just so he can listen. He doesn’t say anything while you rant, letting the moment be entirely yours. He simply plays his part as someone who’s there to hold the moment with you because he’s lucky enough to be the one to hear it.

So, on a Thursday, you text him asking if it was okay for you to drop by the dorms. He says yes in an instant, but tells you to come in 2 hours. He must’ve been busy.

But now, two hours later, you’re standing outside his dorm building with the carton of eggs you bought him and some jjajangmyeon. Jeongin, Seungmin’s roommate, is the one who greets you.

“(Name)!”

“Jeongin!”

He rushes to hug you, wrapping his long arms around you and lifting you from the ground just a little before placing you down safely. “How long has it been since you visited us? I’m a little hurt.” He accompanies you to leave your student ID with the guard, holding up the conversation and offering to bring the plastic bag you’re holding.

Jeongin announces your arrival by knocking on the door. How unusual for someone who also lives in that same dorm he’s knocking. Maybe he didn’t bring the keys with him?

There’s a sound of vague stumbling and cursing and rushing around before the door swings open to reveal a sweating Seungmin. “Hey. Long time no see.” He lets out a breath, one you think he’s been holding before he steps aside to let the both of you in. He smiles at you before his eyes land on the plastic Jeongin’s holding.

“My eggs! Thank you.” Seungmin pinches your cheeks in thanks before grabbing the bag from Jeongin who’s still chuckling over Seungmin’s very excited exclamation of his eggs. “And some jjajangmyeon, too? (Name), you sure know your way around my heart.”

“You’re welcome.” You sit yourself on their couch, noticing that the place has been tidied up a little. You laugh at the boys’ effort to clean up before you came over.

“You feeling better?” Seungmin plops down at the spot next to you, fixing his gaze on you.

“A little.” (Way better now that I’m here with you–).

“Good. Being stressed ages you faster. You’re already like half fifty or something.”

(--so I can strangle you.)

Jeongin nudges Seungmin suddenly, clearing his throat. You look at the younger boy suspiciously and suddenly Seungmin’s sweating again despite not doing anything. “I have a surprise.”

“You… have a surprise?” You tilt your head in confusion. Seungmin tells you to wait one moment as he waddles towards the door of their bathroom. What surprise could possibly be linked to their bathroom. “Seungmin. I swear to god if you show me one of your shit–”

Then, he opens the door and out comes running… Fang?

“Did you kidnap the campus dog?!” You shoot out of your seat, mouth dropping at the sight of the dog who’s excitedly jumping and demanding for your attention. “I was kidding when I talked about kidnapping them!”

“You said they’d cheer you up no matter what!” Your initial shock dissipates when Fang looks so cute barking and jumping at you, so you sit back down and he immediately hops on their couch to lay down on your lap.

“I helped too.” Jeongin states proudly, sitting on your left so you’re in between him and Seungmin who has taken the spot on your right. “You made the baby help you steal?” Seungmin rolls his eyes, rubbing Fang’s head. “He was more than happy to do it.”

Only then do you allow your heart to explode in your chest. Seungmin actually kidnapped the campus dog to surprise you because you’d been stressed for the week. Your emotions feel heightened, and you feel an overwhelming wave of love wash over you at its purest, unsolicited form.

He did this for you just because. He did it without expecting anything in return. He did it because you briefly mentioned how they made your day when you saw them that one time you ate dinner together.

You can’t do anything but stare at him for a moment, unable to really pay attention to Fang, not that he really needs it. Jeongin’s giving him enough attention by playing around with him. You’re absolutely dumbfounded at the heavy implication of care in his actions. Here he was next to you, holding with him all your feelings you’ve had for years.

“Thank you, Minnie.” You lean in to give him a small kiss on his cheek before you’re getting up to play with Fang and Jeongin. His pretty brown eyes go wide. There’s a deep inhalation while he sits there after you’d kissed his cheek. He’s taken by surprise, almost frozen in his spot.

He’d kidnap all the campus dogs and cats just to feel your lips on his cheek again.

He’s snapped out of his daze by the sound of knocking and almost immediately Jeongin’s rushing Fang back into their bathroom to hide him and their filthy crimes. They were going to return him. They were simply… borrowing.

Seungmin answers the door once Jeongin safely hides the cute puppy.

It’s Lee Minho.

“It’s just Minho!” Minho invites himself inside, waving at you once he spots you. “Why are you here?”

“I invited him so he could cook dinner for us. My wallet’s bleeding and I’m craving a home cooked meal.” Jeongin responds, opening the bathroom door to let Fang out again who instantly warms up to Minho. There’s obvious relief in his voice at not being caught. He was an accessory to the crime after all.

“Only if I get a hug from Seungminie.” Minho’s smirking, inching closer and closer to Seungmin who puts his arms out in front of him to block himself from the boy. “Move! You’re dirty! And don’t call me that.”

Minho all but laughs at Seungmin’s response, already having predicted it. He ignores Seungmin’s passiveness when it comes to affection, choosing instead to pet the puppy by his feet. “I’m not even gonna ask why you stole the campus dog.”

“We’re just borrowing him!”

“Can you steal Mushroom for me too?” Minho pats your head affectionately when he passes by you to make his way to the kitchen, looking through the pots and pans and ingredients to figure out what he’s going to be cooking tonight.

“Depends how much you’re willing to pay me.” Seungmin grins evilly, and Minho all but shakes his head at the younger boy.

It goes on like this for a while. You help Minho out sometimes at the kitchen because Seungmin and Jeongin cannot for the life of them cook without causing a fire, and then Minho pushes you to go back and play with Fang since Seungmin went through all the trouble kidnapping him for you (Jeongin couldn’t keep the secret and told Minho right away why they decided to steal the puppy).

You feel genuine happiness when you’re around them. The feeling remains even when you’ve sat down to eat.

Jeongin and Minho also can’t help but notice the happiness radiating off of Seungmin who’s staring at you and your smile when he thinks no one is looking.

eight.

Kim Seungmin’s friends are basically an extension of yours, like how your friends are an extension of his.

While some are closer with others, you don’t mind each other’s presence. Seungmin’s friend group is way bigger than yours – 8 boys including himself. As for you, you liked sticking with Winter, Chaeryeong, and Ryujin.

Hanging out in the big field of your school was supposed to be only amongst you and the 3 girls, but when the boys caught wind of your plans, they asked if they could tag along.

That’s how you find yourselves sitting on the field’s grass and chatting while some play a variation of volleyball by the side.

Everyone’s doing their own little thing, happy to just spend the afternoon with friends after a long week of classes. Ryujin’s bullying Chan, untying his shoelaces every chance she gets. Chaeryeong and Minho are discussing amongst themselves about their dance showcase coming up since they were both majoring in the same course (with Changbin constantly trying to bother them both – you wish Chaeryeong would punch him again so you could catch it on video this time). Hyunjin’s asking for Winter’s advice since he’s been tinkering with the idea of taking up Fashion Design. The rest of the boys are playing around with the exception of Seungmin who’s laying down on the picnic blanket you’d laid out.

“You mentioned you had a quiz today, right? How was that?” You look down at Seungmin even though he has an arm draped over his eyes to shield them from the sun.

“I think I did alright. Bolted out of there as soon as they started discussing their answers.”

The boy simply laughs, tuning out everyone else in favor of listening to your voice. It doesn’t last long though when Jisung is bothering everyone to play volleyball together. He claims it’s perfect since you were 12 total so exactly 6 people would be on each time like an actual game.

Feeling nice today, you decided to join in on his idea. Jisung is thankful for the support. It’s always his ideas that are turned down – though he’s to blame most of the time. Who thinks swimming in an ice cold lake is a good idea to hangout?

It’s only now that he thinks of something that’s normal to do so everyone gives him a chance.

So, you play. You, Ryujin, Chan, Felix, Minho and Hyunjin in one team and Seungmin, Changbin, Jeongin, Chaeryeong, Winter, and Jisung in another.

Your team wins both rounds. Seungmin’s just complaining about Changbin’s good at nothing while you switch courts to play a third round (even though your team’s already won). “That’s embarrassing.” Minho jests at the opposite team, laughing when Jisung pouts instantly.

“We’re just going to win again. Do you really wanna play another round?” Ryujin joins in on the teasing, finally creating a temporary truce with Chan as they were on the same team.

“Mean!” Chaeryeong remarks before slumping her shoulders. “She’s right though. They’re definitely gonna win again.”

“I hate all of you” are Seungmin’s last words before you play another round. The game goes by really quickly until Jisung accidentally spikes the ball in your direction and he’s immediately down on his knees apologizing to you.

Everyone’s eyes instantly land on Seungmin who’s already making his way to where you’re seated on the ground.

“I’m okay. It’s okay Ji!” Despite your verbal reassurance to everyone, he still places a fond hand on your head before he holds your chin, gently tilting your head on both sides to see if you were hit in the face.

Jisung’s now apologizing to both you and Seungmin.

Chan jumps on the opportunity to start taunting Jisung and how Seungmin was gonna be mad at him and Jisung’s sad attempts at getting the boy to hug him will all be in vain. “Chan, you’re my roommate. I thought you were supposed to be on my side!”

“I’m sorry, the roommate contract doesn’t cover taking your side.”

Seungmin doesn’t let the game continue after that, but nobody really minds, happy to finally take a break from playing.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Doting Seungmin is adorable as he’s wiping the sweat from your forehead, asking you a million times if you were hurt. He tells you it’s because he can’t pay in case you've broken a bone or something. You know better than that.

He was just being his ‘tsundere’ self.

“Yo, you guys ready for the midterms exams soon?” Chan opens up and a loud groan immediately leaves Ryujin’s lips in response. “Don’t even remind me.”

“I’m honestly just excited for the university festival right after.” Felix quips, hugging his knees to his chest. Winter and Hyunjin instantly agree, talking about wanting to help out with the booths.

“I wonder which artists are gonna perform. There’s no lineup yet, right?” Changbin asks, and everyone responds with a variation of ‘no’ or ‘I don’t know’ along with a list of some artists they wished would make an appearance.

“Ya, lovebirds!” Minho calls out to the both of you which catches your attention. “You’re going to the university festival after exams, right?”

Your eyes light up at the mention of the festival and you eagerly nod, completely disregarding how Minho called you lovebirds. Seungmin takes note of your excitement, smiling goofily to himself before replacing it with a straight face upon facing his friends. He knows they’ll never let him live it down if they caught him with that smile on his face.

Seungmin just watches as you start talking about which booths you wished to see and which artists you were hoping to perform, and how you were wondering if there was going to be a fireworks display at night.

Your grin is so wide and fond and excited that Seungmin can’t help but let his own smile unknowingly linger. Minho has a shit-eating grin on his face at the sight.

nine.

Hell week – the week before midterm exams – comes really quick, and soon you find yourself living through Seungmin’s coffee machine and 5 hours of sleep.

The campus library becomes your second home as does a lot of people from numerous departments, studying until ungodly hours and sneaking in cups of hot coffee. So, after eating dinner, you walk the familiar steps towards the library with your best friend.

Seungmin also seems to be running low on sleep, eyes drooping before you even made it to the library. However, ever the top student that he is, he fights through the exhaustion. He’s thankful for the distraction.

Ever since you mentioned your excitement for the university festival and the fireworks display, Seungmin’s mind has been eating at him to use it as the perfect opportunity to confess to you. It’s the only thing that replays in his mind when he isn’t doing anything — all the possible outcomes to a confession and all the possible ways to confess.

So, he’s more than grateful for the distraction.

Not so much the one in front of him right now though. You’ve been at the library for around an hour now, books and papers scattered around the table. Seungmin’s tapping his pen against his lips, elbow propped up on the wood of the table. Criminal law has long been discarded in his head, he’s read it way too many times for the past week in preparation for the exams.

“Stop looking. You’re distracting me.” You whisper for Seungmin to pay attention, not even bothering to look up from your own book as you shut your eyes closed to try the photographic memory you clearly don’t have before flipping to the next page.

“How narcissistic of you to think I’m staring at you.” He rolls his eyes just to be annoying before his cheek falls against his fist, eyes glazing over you again. He has little shame in his unabashed staring.

It’s how he notices your gentle shivering at the airconditioning of the library. “Did you forget to bring a jacket?”

You don’t hear him, and you don’t really have to as he’s already taking his hoodie off, dropping it on top of your book to grab your attention. “You’re shaking.” When you’re about to retort, saying he’d get cold too — he goes back to studying, placing his earphones in even though he isn’t listening to any music.

You notice it’s your favorite hoodie of his, the Dodgers gray hoodie, once you put it on. Almost immediately you’re engulfed in his warmth and his scent and you’re grateful for the jacket because your ass has been shaking for the last hour.

Seungmin’s attempt to get back to studying falls short when he catches a glimpse of you in his jacket that’s clearly too big for you.

His thoughts drift to the color of your eyes and the way your hair frames your face so prettily and how you look so cute with the sleeves of his jacket falling beyond where your hands are. He thinks about how it’d feel like if he went in for the first kiss, pressing his lips on yours without it being nerve-wracking.

He imagines everything and anything in that short amount of time, his notes discarded in favor of admiring you.

Seungmin is interrupted when you drop a copy of his perfectly written notes (from a class he took a year ago), asking him about a specific topic since you’re taking the class this year. He readjusts himself on the library seats, the ones he hates but puts up because you enjoy studying in the library so much.

Leaning in forward, Seungmin starts explaining to you the concepts of Politics and Governance and Health Laws. He glances at you with a frown when you seem to be staring at his notes blankly, having a hard time grasping all the information at once.

“You look like you’re fighting for your life in there.”

“That’s cause I am! How am I supposed to pass this class? Can it just be over so we can be at the university fest already?” Seungmin leans across the table to flick your forehead gently.

“You’re more concerned about the university fest than passing your exams.”

“Okay, mean.” You say to him with a frown, looking around to see if anyone’s looking before flashing him a middle finger. He rolls his eyes, pushing your notes further towards you before speaking again. “I’m not wrong though.”

He pokes you with a pen to get your attention, telling you to focus up before he’s explaining the concepts to you again. You try better to understand them now, repeating some of the things he tells you and answering his follow-up questions to make sure you really understand.

The soft smile he gives you when you answer correctly is enough motivation to perfect your exam. He looks like such a boyfriend right now. Lending you his hoodie, tutoring you on your exams, leaning in and smiling that soft smile directed at you. It takes everything in your head not to daydream of what it’d be like if he was actually yours.

You have to remind yourself he isn’t yours. He’s just your best friend. Your stupid boyfriend material best friend.

Similarly, Seungmin’s telling himself to get it together. He needs to stay focused on the upcoming exams and stop thinking about what it’d feel like to be yours.

ten.

It goes like this for a few more days until midterms week rolls through. And even then, you’d hold yourself in the library after an exam to study for the next.

Sometimes you’d be joined by Winter, and sometimes Jisung and Changbin would tag along which usually resulted in you trying to muffle your laughter underneath sweater sleeves. Who knew you could sneak in 12 cups of coffee in the library before actually getting caught?

Ever since then, Jisung’s been banned from your study sessions with Seungmin.

Tomorrow’s the last day of your exams, and you’re at Seungmin and Jeongin’s dorm to eat dinner before you head out to the library for the last time.

Seungmin’s out to buy dinner so you’re left with Jeongin who keeps trying to pry into yours and Seungmin’s non-existent relationship. “But you’ve definitely made out before, right?” Your face grows redder and redder every second that Jeongin speaks and you hit him with their couch throw pillow to rebut.

“We have not!”

“You’re right. Seungmin would’ve never shut up about it. But like, why not? Just get it over with and kiss!”

“We’re just best friends.”

“That’s what they all say.” Jeongin turns his full attention at you, smirking to himself before he starts making kissing noises. “Oh Minnie, kiss me already!” He purposely changes the pitch of his voice to try and imitate yours and you pretend not to feel the warmth on your cheeks.

“I’m gonna end up killing you before Seungmin does.”

He acts as if he doesn’t hear your comment (threat) and continues to tease you. “Seungminie, please fu—“

“Oh my god, shut up!” You almost jump at the poor boy upon realizing what he’s about to say next, and Seungmin arrives just in time before you can strangle the life out of his roommate.

“Am I interrupting something?” He glances at the two of you with an eyebrow raised, placing down the takeout containers on the table and motioning for you to sit so you can eat already.

“I think you might’ve just saved my life.” You send another glare at Jeongin and he raises his hands in surrender.

Seungmin just chuckles at this, coming up to sit beside you before he’s distributing the containers to the three of you. “What did you even do that made her jump you?”

“Everything he does makes me want to jump him.” You bark, squinting your eyes at the boy seated across from you and Seungmin.

“Woah, woah. (Name), I don’t see you like that. So eager to jump me?” You scoff loudly at his response, flicking a plastic spoon in his direction.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding! We both know who you really want to jump.”

The plastic fork follows with the threat that if he doesn’t shut up, the hot soup from your noodles is gonna be next.

“Alright, both of you calm down and eat.” Almost instantly, Jeongin’s hunching over his chair, terrible posture leaned forward to start twisting the noodles around his chopsticks. Seungmin angles himself close to you so that your shoulders are brushing, leaning down and blowing on his food before he starts to eat as well.

You try and fail to hide a smile at the physical contact.

On your way to the library, you exchange reviewers to ask each other questions. It’s a good way to retain your memory on the concepts. Jeongin doesn’t seem to know any of the answers to his questions, and Seungmin makes that face exclusive to when he senses something horrible is going to happen — in this case, Jeongin’s grade on this subject.

“Don’t worry. God’s gonna give me a miracle tomorrow.”

“Did he tell you that?” You nudge Seungmin’s shoulder, laughing at their banter when Jeongin sticks his tongue out at your best friend.

“Of course you’re gonna pass your exams tomorrow. Pre-law students are nerds. You fit right in.” Jeongin snorts which earns him a smack from his roommate. “Do you wanna get kicked out of the dorms?”

The rest of the night falls smoothly with the three of you minding your own business (Jeongin instantly gets distracted by his phone). It’s only before midnight that you find Seungmin asleep in front of you, head resting on the wooden table of the library and eyes closed peacefully.

You glance at him and you almost feel bad you have to wake him up. Your heart flutters at the small smile gracing his lips, snapping a quick photo so you can go back to this moment forever.

You brush his skin gently, and a smile appears on his face. It’s soft, reserved, but it feels like everything to you. Something in the way he smiled at your touch has you feeling something you can’t quite identify. It makes your heart hurt in s good way.

“Minnie, wake up.” Your voice breaks him out of his nap. He glances up, sleep still evident in his eyes. Then, his dreamy smile returns.

“Sorry.” You apologize to the boy while he moves to tidy up his things. He must’ve fallen asleep while waiting for you to finish studying.

“Don’t apologize.” There’s that sincere, intense look in his eyes that makes sure to meet your gaze, so you know he’s being serious, yet his words are gently spoken. He doesn’t want you to feel bad. It was his choice to wait for you.

“Go straight to sleep when you get back, okay? I know you love pulling allnighters, but it’s not good for you.”

On normal circumstances, he’d protest, telling you that he was still able to get a good 4 hours of sleep, but the genuine concern swimming in your eyes has him sealing his mouth shut and nodding instead.

“Alright.”

Seungmin finds he’d do anything for you.

eleven.

After you finish your last test, you get a text from Seungmin telling you to come to JYP Diner.

He explains that the boys wanted to eat together after completing the midterm exams, and that you should try inviting Ryujin and Winter as well (Chaeryeong was already there as she shared her last exam schedule with Minho).

You reply that Winter had retired for the day, and that Ryujin still had an exam later this afternoon. He tells you to hurry up and get your ass to the diner.

As soon as you open the door, Seungmin’s eyes land on you and the annoyed look on his face melts into a fond smile. He’s quick to get up, greeting you by the door before wrapping his arm around your shoulder to draw you to where they were seated.

The inside of the diner is warm and pleasant. You’re thankful for the differing scenery of the calm diner compared to the stress of your university.

The boys and Chaeryeong wave at you when you make it to the table, and you fall on the empty seat right next to your best friend.

“Oh, (name). You should’ve heard him when you were still on your way here.” Minho quips, grin growing when Seungmin kicks him from under the table.

“Why’s (name) taking so long?”

“Has (name) texted you guys?”

The rest of the boys join in, overexaggerating their imitation of Seungmin’s words from earlier. Barely concealed laughters echo around your booth when your best friend shoots them a friendly show of his middle finger before he shushes them, asking you what you wanted to eat as everyone else had already ordered.

“Hey, where’s Felix?” You only now notice the boy’s absence, and Hyunjin snorts in response.

“Immediately fell asleep after his Advanced Calculus exam. He was actually in tears while studying for it last night.”

“Just like Jeongin then.” Seungmin earns a rather harsh nudge from Jeongin. “That was supposed to be a secret!”

There’s a gentle smile eating at your lips once your food arrives and your sleep-deprived friends start gobbling up the food as if they were sentenced to life and this was their last meal. There’s always that unidentifiable feeling of comfort when you’re with them, and you’re grateful to have found such friends.

“What’s wrong?” Seungmin asks you quietly, noticing that you haven't started eating yet. Humming, you shake your head with the same small smile on your face.

“It’s nothing.”

Your after-exam celebration is continued over teasing and conversations about the university festival, and one by one, everyone starts excusing themselves to go back home. As usual, Seungmin walks you home.

He doesn’t let you walk into your building immediately upon arrival, asking you to wait for a moment. You comply, tilting your head with an amused smile on your face.

He’s rummaging through his bag now, looking for something before he pulls out two… tickets? He shoves one in your direction and it takes you a while to realize it’s a ticket to the university festival concert. They weren’t even selling yet, and when they did, it sold out pretty fast.

“How did you…?”

“Chan’s part of the student organizers.”

You immediately jump to coddle the boy in your arms, squeezing his rather larger body and pressing your cheek on his chest as you repeatedly say ‘thank you’. Your eyes are squeezed shut from beaming too much and your smile’s a little crooked from how genuine it comes out.

Seungmin can’t properly tell you that it’s no problem. He finds his words jumbled up because the sight he’s subjected to is so… beautiful. He’s blushing and somehow it’s making you blush too.

There’s something tucked beneath your smile, a certain kind of shyness in the way your eyes crinkle. It’s beautiful, as it always has been, but there was something about it that had Seungmin staring at your lips and back at your eyes. It’s like he’s being pulled in, and he’s unaware that he’s slowly and slowly minimizing the gap between you.

Just when he’s about to bite the bullet, an unknown voice startles him.

“Is that the little menace?”

Fucking hell.

Karen’s marching her way down the steps to where Seungmin’s standing, and you know it’s time he goes before Karen catches up to the boy.

“I guess I’ll see you later.” You laugh, but there’s that hint of shyness again, of being flustered as you wave at him. And then, you turn around to head inside your building.

Seungmin bolts back to his dorms, and he spends the rest of the afternoon thinking about what could’ve happened if goddamn Crazy Karen would’ve just kept her mouth shut.

twelve.

The university festival comes really fast, and you’re more than excited to spend it with your friends.

“Give me one second.” Chaeryeong’s gathering products from her desk and makeup bag, gathering them up on the floor and telling you to sit still as she rummages through her multiple tubes and brushes.

She maneuvers your head so you’re facing her before she slathers something on her palms, transferring the product to your face and rubbing it gently on your skin. A thin layer of concealer follows before she’s brushing powder on your face.

Earlier, you had asked if she could do your makeup for you and she excitedly replied with a ‘yes’ and a ‘come over right away’.

It’s how you find multiple brushes being dabbed on your face, hues of pink on your cheeks and a little on your nose before she’s patting a few glitters on the lids of your eyes. She lets you put on the mascara yourself so she doesn’t accidentally poke you with the wand (like she did the last time she did your makeup).

Then she’s on the search for the perfect shade of lipstick. “Let’s just put a little. Seungmin’s just gonna wipe it all off anyway when you two eventually kiss tonight.”

“Oh my god, Ryeong.”

“What! I’m not wrong.” She’s giggling as she tells you to part your lips slightly, applying the soft pink shade on your lips. “You look so pretty.” She coos more to herself, proud of her creation before she’s pinching your cheeks lightly.

She shoves a mirror to your face so you can reap the results of her hard work. She was right.

Chaeryeong did a wonderful job highlighting your natural features and letting the makeup work naturally on your face. You smile brightly, giving her a quick hug and showering her in ‘thank you’s.

“Okay, now get changed. Go, go! We’re gonna be late.”

When you step out, you’re met with the sight of Chaeryeong in a cute, sleeveless dress, leather jacket and fishnets. She looks stunning as she playfully turns around to show off her whole fit. “Damn, one chance?”

“Yeah, right. One chance with Seungmin, you mean.”

“Actually, I’d like to take a million chances with Seungmin.” She cracks into a fit of giggles. “You’re so down horrendous. Look, with the way you look, I’m sensing the first chance will be taken tonight.”

You give yourself a final do-over with Chaeryeong’s words, looking at yourself in the mirror. You’re wearing some loose slacks and a black tube top with a cream colored cardigan. For someone who didn’t have enough time to consult Winter and her amazing fashion sense, you’d say you did pretty well at dressing yourself prettily.

“Okay, okay. Come here, let me put lip gloss on you. I think some of the boys are here already.” You comply, letting her fix up some lip gloss on you before applying some on herself.

“They’re picking us up?”

“Yup. Minho, Jeongin, and Seungmin, I think?”

“Seungmin?” You thought you’d have more time to gather yourself and your feelings on the walk to the big field where all the booths were set up.

“Yeah, their dorm is nearest to mine. Come on.”

When you and Chaeryeong step out of her building, the boys are dramatically whistling and clapping their hands. Only when you’re near them do they spill their genuine compliments at the way you two look.

Seungmin’s knee-jerking reaction at seeing you so prettily dressed-up is to just stare at you unabashedly. There’s so much he wants to say, but his eyes remain glued open and his mouth shut.

“Yah, stop staring.” Minho smacks the back of Seungmin’s head and he’s stuttering out for something to say. He wants to tell you that you look beautiful, wants to say something charming to woo you over but he’s left with his mouth parted.

You just laugh at their exchange, taking your spot next to Seungmin as the five of you start walking to the big field. Seungmin looks so painfully attractive with his white shirt and jeans and converse and varsity jacket. He looks like the epitome of a boyfriend – so painfully dashing but also very painfully out of your league.

Meanwhile, Seungmin’s still kicking himself over for not being able to tell you how beautiful he thinks you look. He’s just hoping he’s presented with another opportunity to tell you – and he hopes by then, he’ll have enough courage to say it.

Earlier today, Jeongin and Minho gave him quite the heart-to-heart talk and convinced him to confess his feelings tonight. Besides, as they said, it was the perfect opportunity.

“You like her. You have for like a few years now. Stop being a pussy and tell her.” Minho’s words are rather straightforward. Jeongin groans before punching his arm.

Minho grabs at his arm, shrugging his shoulders before continuing to snack on the chips he had stolen.

“I’m not telling her.” Seungmin mutters to the boys, dejected. “I’m gonna ruin our friendship.”

“How sure are you?” Minho is stubborn as he continues to push Seungmin. “I’m not. But I don’t want to know.”

This time, Jeongin interjects. “Are you sure you don’t want to know? How would you live with yourself if she liked you all along and you let go of that chance so easily?”

“I won’t.”

“Exactly. No one lives a happy life entirely within their comfort zone. If you like her so much then she’s worth dragging yourself out of that zone.” Seungmin stiffens at his roommate’s words, mind racing to truly think about what he’s saying.

Since when did Jeongin get so wise?

As if Minho was thinking the same thing, he narrows his eyes before staring at the youngest of the group. “You got something you wanna share with the class? How come you know so much about asking someone out?”

“The two of you are just stupid. Anyways, just do it.”

The waters Jeongin’s treading on are dangerous, but well worth it if it meant Seungmin’s genuine happiness. He thinks it’s time Seungmin ripped off the poor excuse of a bandaid he taped around his heart and deemed all good now.

“Yeah, or I’ll do it myself.” Minho throws him a sly grin, voice overflowing with mischief.

“Absolutely not.” Seungmin shakes his head in protest, eyes gaping in horror. He immediately grabs the bag of chips from Minho’s lap which the boy immediately tries to grab back. “What’re you gonna do to stop me?”

“Tell Chaeryeong how you wanted her to be your dance partner soooo bad with some screenshots of your messages to me.” Minho should’ve known better than to challenge the one boy that held multiple threats towards each one of them.

His argument was unfair because he and Jeongin were the only people he told that to. Minho’s mood darkens, pulling back the bag of chips with force and resigning from his evil plans of telling you how Seungmin feels about you.

Minho valued his pride more than anything else.

“Look, I’ll do it myself.” Seungmin huffs, rubbing the back of his neck and falling back on his bed to stare at the ceiling. “I think.”

Then, Minho’s phone buzzes from right next to him.

“The girls are almost ready. Let’s start walking.”

thirteen.

When the five of you arrive, most of your friends are already there.

Chan’s the first one that sees you.

“Finally.” He greets you and Chaeryeong with a big hug before bumping his fists with the boys. What is it with men and their fist bumps?

Before you can mingle with the rest of the group, Chan leans in discreetly (or at least, as discreet as he could) and whispers to the boys. “Watch out if you’re wearing shoes. Ryujin’s been messing with everyone’s shoelaces the moment we got here.”

You laugh at his warning. Ryujin’s actually such a menace.

“That sounds just about right.” You pat him in the back before going in to give Ryujin a hug. Her face immediately lights up when she sees you and Chaeryeong, wrapping an arm around the both of you as she starts to move away from the boys.

“Ryujin has more rizz than you.”

“I’m not talking to someone who cried while studying Advanced Calculus.”

“Noted.” Felix instantly shuts up, moving to talk about another topic with Hyunjin who's laughing his ass off at Seungmin’s response at the poor boy.

“We’re just waiting on Changbin, Winter, and… Jisung?”

Chan’s head counting the group, pointing at each person and mentally noting down the numbers, making sure that no one was missing. You remember the time Felix had accidentally joined in with Beomgyu’s friend group when he thought he was following Seungmin’s feet. Chan almost lost his mind.

The timing couldn’t be more perfect when they show up from a distance. Jisung seems to be talking Winter’s ear off and Changbin’s trying to pull him back. Winter looks a bit overstimulated with his level of energy, but divulges in the conversation anyway. Jisung appreciates it. You smile at how easy your friends got on with Seungmin’s friends.

Felix excitedly points at the arcade booths lining up, some shooting games, prize wheels, virtual reality. Everyone else reciprocates the excitement, immediately running up to the booths and getting in line. Meanwhile, Jeongin’s dragging Minho at the claw machine. He’s always been notorious for having luck when it came to the claw machine games, and Jeongin was taking his chances the moment he found a bread plushie in the glass case.

“Get it yourself.”

“Chaeryeong!”

Minho shuts him up with a bread plushie he immediately wins for Jeongin. The youngest boy happily holds his prize and keeps his mouth shut.

Chan easily wins Ryujin whatever she asks for in exchange for her leaving his shoelaces alone. Ryujin is easily bribed when it comes to food and free prizes and she knows Chan would probably win most of the games she wanted. Jisung and Changbin were comparing their strengths and boasting about their muscles by the punching machine, and Chaeryeong’s dominating the shooting games with Winter.

“Oh my god, the Sunshine Harvest has a booth. I’ll be back.” Before anyone from the group can accompany you, you’re running towards the direction of the booth. Seungmin understands your rush. Their mango shakes were probably on the way to selling out fast if you didn’t get there sooner.

When you don’t return in the next 20 minutes, Seungmin is sweating frantically. He knows you can handle yourself, but there was now a chock full of new people who had just arrived and were littering the area. It’s when you don’t pick up his calls that tips him over.

“I’m gonna go look for (name).” Chan nods understandingly, and Seungmin disappears in a flash. He thanks his parents for his height at this very moment, scanning through the groups of people and excusing himself so he can navigate towards the Sunshine Harvest booth.

His heart drops to his stomach when he doesn’t see you there. But just when he’s about to panic some more, he spots someone hunched over to the very far left, away from the crowd, discarded mango shake container to the side. He practically leaps out of the bench he’s standing on, jogging in your direction.

He doesn’t have the heart to scold you when he finds you playing with Mushroom.

“(Name).” You jump back at the sudden voice, but instantly smile upon realizing it’s just Seungmin. You finally say goodbye to the cat, grabbing your empty bottle before standing up. “Sorry, did I take too long?”

“No, it’s okay.” You just don’t have to know how frantic he was while he was looking everywhere for you.

On the way back to your friends, you don’t realize his hand is glued to the small of your waist so he doesn’t lose you again.

When the group decides to split up, Minho and Jeongin are instantly sending Seungmin stupid dirty looks with their stupid wiggling eyebrows. He knows if he doesn’t confess tonight, Minho might actually do it for him.

The rest of the afternoon goes by so fast. You applaud the university and the student body for organizing the fest. The afternoon transitions to night so smoothly, you don’t even realize the amount of time that passed by.

The bright lights and the loud music is so exhilarating, and it makes you feel so alive — the most alive you’ve felt in the week. There are times when you dance along to the music, exaggerating your movements and Seungmin laughs with his head rolled back and you’d embarrass yourself over and over to keep hearing him laugh.

Seungmin takes the weight off your chest so easily. All he does is pat your head and squeeze your cheeks and accompany you wherever you wish to go and suddenly, you feel lighter. Happier. And it is so, so loud. Everyone around you is talking, crowded together but you can’t hear them. All you can focus on is the feeling of his hand in yours to make sure he doesn’t lose you in the crowd and the way it fits perfectly. Like his hand was meant to be crafted to hold yours.

It’s how you continue to feel when you find yourselves amongst the crowd of the concert, pretending to know the lyrics of the songs playing, screaming at each other when you actually recognize the song. Everything you do with him is something you wish you could capture in a photo.

He’s singing, and you look at him with a silent glee in your eyes, hoping to touch the same greatness that Kim Seungmin always held and hoping to burn the memory of his singing and his soft eyes and his hand in yours. You almost feel like flying.

His eyes are warm when you look at them, golden brown peeking down at you with fondness. You’ve always loved his eyes the most. It has always been his most obvious tell — of the things they feel and the things they’ve made you feel when he stared at you a little longer than normal.

Your lips quirk up in a smile, and you find yourself singing along to the songs with him. You were never the greatest singer, but with him, you felt like loveliest melodies and tunes flow out of you comfortably.

This time, Seungmin allows himself a quick glance at you from his peripheral vision, admiring your naturally dusted cheeks and your beaming eyes and your messed up hair from the wind and from running around all night. How could you stand there and sing without a care in the world and smile and look so, so beautiful.

And there are many things Seungmin considers to be beautiful. He loves the sunrise and the sunsets and the way the sky blends into a perfect mix of colors along the horizon before the moon chases the sun away. He loves the flowers and the trees on his way to his classes and the wind’s breeze wrapping you in a cold blanket. He loves the stars and their relentless twinkling and how they coat the night sky, making sure the moon is never lonely. But above all, he loves you and your smile and the way you chew on your lips when you think and how you make him feel like he can touch the sky.

Seungmin finds he’d sacrifice the sunset and sunrise and the twinkling stars if it meant he could call you and all of you, his.

He doesn’t say anything when he drops his varsity jacket on your shoulders and he doesn’t meet your eyes when you look up at him to thank him.

You make Seungmin trip over his own words. All tangled in adoration and longing. Between all the galaxies and universes, Seungmin concludes he’s lucky to have landed under the same stars as you.

With all this in mind, Seungmin’s sure he’s upgraded way beyond the like. He’s in love with you — in the hopeless, clumsy, exhilarating kind of way. And he finds that loving you is something he wants to experience no matter the outcome.

If he was told you’d never feel the same and if he’d still take the chance to fall in love with you, he’d say yes. It’s a yes again and again and again. Always a yes. He’d prefer the unrequited over never knowing how it feels to love you and every part of you.

“(Name)?”

Despite the loudness of the music and the fireworks and the people around you, you find Seungmin’s voice cut through them all.

Looking up at him, you find him looking at you in a way he never has done before. In the way he’s done so many times when you weren’t looking. There’s something swirling in his eyes, some kind of longing and desire.

I've been alone for too long

You've been there all along

The distance between you is closing. Seungmin’s heart is racing when he peels his hand from yours in favor of cradling your cheek gently, tracing along your jaw and soaking in every detail about your face.

Ethereal love

I will choose you now and everyday

Seungmin’s putting everything on the line, stepping into the unknown, heartbeat pounding in his ears. There’s still time for you to pull away, to run away from the certainty he feels about you, to shatter him into a million pieces.

He hopes you won’t.

His eyes flutter shut, but when he opens them again, you’re already gone.

fourteen.

It’s the first time Seungmin doesn’t blow up your notifications.

Jeongin confiscates his phone when he comes home to Seungmin downing a bottle of vodka. He’s immediately concerned for his roommate’s wellbeing and what could’ve led to Seungmin’s sudden want to get drunk.

“Hey, what happened?” He sits on the ground to accompany Seungmin, grabbing the bottle when he sees that it’s almost empty.

“Let me sulk properly.” Then, he’s grabbing the bottle back from Jeongin, chugging down the remains before harshly setting it down on the ground. A sharp sigh leaves his throat before he leans in to rest his head on Jeongin’s shoulder. And he sits there and lets him.

Jeongin lets him because Seungmin needed someone right now. “I fucked up, Innie.”

It’s the most fragile Jeongin’s ever heard from his roommate and he takes Seungmin’s hand to let him know that he’s listening. “Tried to kiss (name). I ruined everything.”

Jeongin’s face twists in confusion, heart rising in his own throat. He knows you like Seungmin back. And if Seungmin tried to kiss you, he would’ve thought the result of that would be a very happy phone call from his roommate – not him drinking until he forgets.

Seungmin feels pathetic, and Jeongin swears to get to the bottom of things. With sleepy fucked up eyes, Seungmin looks up at the boy, chin tilted up and lips quivering. “Do you think she’ll forgive me?”

“I know she will. Come here.” Seungmin bows his head faintly, head falling on Jeongin’s chest as he allows himself to be hugged – allows himself to be vulnerable and to feel because it’s something that doesn’t need to be taught, but needs to be remembered over and over again.

Jeongin wraps his arms around the boy. Seungmin attempts to swat his arms away, the way he’s used to, but he thinks it feels quite nice to be hugged.

He had downed the pain and was begging for the temporary buzz to kick in all while his fingers are clenched on the fabric of Jeongin’s shirt and his tears are leaving a wet spot where his face is pressed against.

There’s a burn in his heart, just under his chest and it’s squeezing so tightly. When he closes his eyes, all he sees is you and he cries a little more. Is this what it felt like to have someone to lose?

Even if he knows you won’t let his feelings get in between your friendship, the unrequitedness of the feelings Seungmin has held for years is dawning on him and it is so, so painful.

Jeongin shoots you a quick text to meet him tomorrow.

fifteen.

You wake up to a text from Jeongin which is how you know you’ve truly fucked up now.

You didn’t mean for it to happen, and you feel horrendous.

You’re honestly not even sure how it happened. What a grief it is that your memory works the way they do and how you don’t remember how it felt to have his face so close to yours. It deprives you of the memory of his eyes and his lips, and they let go of the feeling of his hand in yours while you watched the fireworks.

The human brain is beautiful, but how dare it cost the sound of his voice and the feeling of his hands cradling your face.

In hindsight, you know you shouldn’t have run away. But you were afraid. You were afraid it was just a heat of the moment thing and Seungmin didn’t actually want to kiss you. Were you the one that came onto him? Did you initiate the kiss?

Everything had felt so right before the fear settled in. You’ve been left with questions that were never answered before, all the voices in your head you’ve shut out for so long screaming at you. Was this how it felt to have someone to lose?

You bury your face in your hands in frustration. Did you ruin years of friendship because you wanted to know how his lips felt like on yours?

You’re not sure what you’re thinking when you walk towards where Jeongin tells you to meet up, but you do know you’re immediately regretting it. Especially when you see a familiar figure walking towards where you’re standing.

“I – I have to go.” You blurt out the moment you see him. “I’m sorry. I have to.. I need to be somewhere.” You feel selfish – walking away from him because you’re not ready to hear his rejection.

“Wait, (name). Let me explain myself.”

You don’t want to hear it. You don’t want to hear the words you’d been dreading to hear.

Backed up by your one-sided feelings, you turn yourself around and your fingers tighten around the sleeves of the jacket you’re wearing, and you shake your head as you try to quicken your pace so you can get out of there as soon as you can.

“I’ve been in love with you since we were eighteen.”

His sudden confession stops you in your tracks.

You find it physically impossible to turn around and look at him. Trembling lips are so easy to discern, especially on Seungmin.

“(Name), please… please look at me.” You will yourself to look at him, and when you brave eye contact, you notice his lips trembling in trial of a smile. But it’s sad, it’s so sad and his lips start to quiver. It’s difficult to ignore the crack in his whispers and the pain in his transparent eyes.

“I feel like I’m losing you.” The words taste bitter on his tongue. He knows exactly why.

They’re words he never thought he’d ever utter in his lifetime, and now that he’s saying them, the reality is hitting him much harder.

“Did I do something wrong? Was it because I tried to kiss you?” Seungmin’s having difficulty speaking, especially with the lump in his throat and the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He hasn’t cried in such a long time. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

He sounds ashamed, and the break in his voice does nothing to disguise his guilt.

You hate that. You hate that you made Seungmin feel this way over one big misunderstanding. His confession repeats in your head over and over and you feel the buildup of bile in your stomach when you realize you’ve hurt Seungmin.

Your mouth dries. There’s so much you want to tell him, but you find no words escape your throat. It feels like there are fingers being shoved down your throat.

Before you can push down the nausea, Seungmin breaks eye contact. His heart is beating incredibly fast and he thinks he’s fucked up with you further by confessing his repressed emotions – confessing his feelings he was so practiced in hiding.

A spell of dizziness sends Seungmin tumbling backwards, heart racing and palms sweating. He looks at you, studying your expression, and the silence feels like it goes on for too long and he thinks he’s made a mistake.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

His sorry feels a lot like he’s saying goodbye.

Seungmin disappears in the blink of an eye.

sixteen.

It’s the first time in a long time that you’re the one blowing up his notifications.

He doesn’t reply to your texts. Granted it’s 3AM and the poor boy is probably asleep.

You’ve been tossing and turning for the past few hours, unable to catch even a wink of sleep with the amount of thoughts racing in your mind. The image of Seungmin, of his red eyes, of his tears, emerges from the night around you. It stubbornly laments, refusing you any form of peace. You deserve it.

Overwhelming sadness stunned you, shadowing over Seungmin’s confession. You don’t allow his words to linger. It’s incredibly unfair to feel hope when Seungmin’s out there feeling his most hopeless.

You’re about to turn again, forcing your eyes shut when the familiar ringtone of Facetime echoes from your phone. Almost immediately, you’re leaping off your bed, grabbing your phone from the nightstand.

Oh.

It’s Winter.

“Alright, what’s wrong?” You stare at her through the screen of your phone, and it looks like she’s making herself comfortable. She’s seated on her lazy boy chair, blankets bunched up around her shoulders and a mug of something steaming by her side.

“What?”

“I was gonna walk over to your building, but it’s 3am and I am not about to die just so I can come over and hug you. I’ll do that tomorrow.”

Your heart melts at Winter’s observance. She notices, even if it’s the most minuscule little thing. Winter always notices, and unlike the insincerity pouring from other people when they say they’re only one call away, Winter actually is. She’s one call, one text, one anything away.

“Come on, talk to me.” So you do. You tell her everything from the start. The very start.

You tell her that from the moment you met Seungmin, your mind had started crafting a romance story, even if you didn’t know it yet. He was working part-time at a coffee shop, and you’re not exactly sure how it happened, but you remember the cold sensation of coffee all over you and a promise to make it up to you. When he introduced himself, he shook your hand.

His hand felt like warm cookies dipped in milk.

And you tell her ever since then, you spent almost every day getting to know Seungmin and his love for the sunrise and the sunset and how passionate he is about singing but rarely ever does it in front of people and how he is repulsed by physical touch but never really minds when it’s with you. He’s still the same boy you met in that coffee shop, albeit he walks more confidently now. He grew into his features and had a broader back now, but he was still the same boy whose hand you held on the way to his dentist appointment. He was still the Kim Seungmin who smiled at you so brightly when he got his braces removed, and continued to smile at you today.

It’s been a long way since that coffee shop, but he’s remained to be the one true constant in your life. You’re convinced you were always destined to meet him. You reason it’s because you’d be a completely different person now if it wasn’t for him. If you hadn’t met at that coffee shop, you’re convinced Whoever Is Above would’ve found a way for you to meet over and over and over again.

Everything carries you to him, as if everything that exists were little boats that sailed directly to him — to where he was waiting. To where he’s still waiting.

And then you tell her about the night of the festival. How you almost kissed him, and how you regret every second after for not just pressing your lips on his. You tell her of his confession, and how you love him tenfold, even before you knew what love was.

Loving Seungmin was the easiest thing you’ve ever had to do. It was falling in love with his eyes and the sound of his laughter and the little things he reserves for you and for your eyes only.

“Why’d you run away?” It was a valid question. You don’t even know yourself.

“I guess I was just scared.” You hesitate with your answer, putting your arms around you and staring at nothing in particular.

“He loves you.”

“I didn’t know.”

And in hindsight, maybe you should’ve. When you look back for a sign that Seungmin’s loved you all along, you end up finding it interwoven in his teasing. He left so many signs, and you didn’t see a single one.

There was love in his long, overbearing messages — telling you to eat, asking you about your day, scolding you for worrying him. There was love in his phone calls, in keeping you company in whatever you did because he knows you don’t like the silence very much. The quiet left you alone in your head, and you despised feeling lonely. Love echoed in your laughter and reflected in your smiles even if your jokes weren’t funny. There was love, even in the tiktoks he sent you with the small comment of “us”. It was in the dinners you shared and in the absence of words because he just understood.

Maybe that’s what love is. Maybe this is what Kim Seungmin’s heart feels like. His love was never made up of grand gestures, it was always in the little things that told you his life is so intertwined with yours.

There was always love all along.

There still is.

“He just knows me so well, I thought he could never see me romantically after getting to know all my bad sides.”

“Being known is being loved.” Winter’s words linger in your head as you play a flashback of your years with Seungmin, replaying all the scenes.

Being known is being loved.

Everything hits you all at once. When he got you that mango shake you loved so much and complained about because it sells out so fast. When you saw the campus dogs and cats that one night, and how he remembered what you said. When he knows you’re deep in thought just because you were chewing at your lips. When he recalls the gift you got a few Christmases ago because it made you so happy. When he lets you borrow the hoodies you mentioned were your favorite. When he memorizes your coffee order by heart.

Love never needed to have the tsunamis and the thunderstorms. Love is just… love. It’s just the quietness, the stillness, the calm. Sometimes, it doesn’t have to feel like a million lightning strikes. It just has to feel like finally letting out that one breath you’ve been holding on for too long.

Being known is being loved.

“I have to talk to him.”

“I know.”

“I love him.”

“I know.”

“And he loves me.”

“He loves you.”

seventeen.

It isn’t even 8am when you’re pacing back and forth in front of his dorms.

You know Seungmin usually wakes up early, but you’re unsure of his sleeping patterns as of recently. You haven’t been given the privilege to know, so you text Jeongin.

Your fingers drum nervously on the side of your thighs, feet shuffling as you stare at their gate, thinking that any moment, he could walk out.

Last night, you practiced will-induced self conversations over how you were going to approach Seungmin today. You concluded it best not to practice anything you wanted to tell him. You owed him your honesty and a genuine, sincere undertone in your words and apology.

In all honesty, the moment you had arrived within the vicinity of their dorms, you had contemplated whether you should just continue right. Maybe you could just order an iced Americano at a cafe to remind you of Seungmin. Confrontation never came easy to you. But the thought of being an absentee in his life forever scared you and willed you to take the few steps forward towards the entrance of their dorms.

However, it’s been a good ten minutes since you arrived, and those ten minutes are not the most kind when you’re feeling nervous and about to throw up. It really leaves a lot of room for thinking, and right now it’s thinking that Seungmin wants absolutely nothing to do with you anymore because he thought you were so repulsed by the idea of him loving you and kissing you (even though you felt quite the opposite).

Just when you were about to take a step backward and contemplate the rest of your life, Jeongin walks out of the building pulling a still very sleepy and very disoriented Seungmin behind him.

“Okay, kiss and make up.” Jeongin clasps his hands together before pointing a threatening finger at you. “Don’t mess this up again.” And then he’s on his way back to the inside of their dorm building (peeking through their windows from time to time).

The first thing you discern is his incredibly puffy eyes. From sleeping or crying? You don’t know. And then it’s his pathetic attempt to smile even though he doesn’t feel like it. Seeing him like this, because of you, makes you want to fall on your knees and weep.

Your eyes trail to the rest of him – his messy hair, his slumped shoulders, his slightly shaking hands. The instinct to hold it is strong, you know it always manages to calm him down. But you don’t.

“(Name).” His voice sounds thick and heavy, looking at your eyes for a second before looking back down on the pavement. You recognize the pitch of his voice. He was sad and unsure.

You take a few steps forward, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when he meets your eyes again. It has the same look the day he confessed to you. The same tilting of his head ever so slightly, albeit a little more tired and a little less hopeful. His eyes look like they’re filled with quiet thoughts, looking at you gently even though you had shattered them.

Seungmin, for the first time in a long time, looks regretful.

“Seungmin, I wanted to… I… I’m sorry.” He simply nods his head, sucking in a shark breath as he thinks this was it. This was the rejection he’d been dreading to hear.

“It’s okay.” He murmurs, your apology threatening to send a new wave of tears in his eyes. “I shouldn’t have said what I said especially when I know you don’t feel the same.”

“Wait, what? No… no. Seungmin, that’s not it.”

There’s a long pause before you speak again.

“I just… dd you really mean it? What you said yesterday?”

Seungmin cringes at himself, but the red blossoming on his cheeks and the way his features soften when he remembers his words give him away. With a defeated sigh, he runs a hand through his hair.

“Yes.” He admits, an unknown feeling swelling in the pit of his stomach.

That’s all you needed to hear.

Placing your palms on each side of his face, you pull him towards you in what you thought would be a romantic show of your feelings.

Instead, you underestimate his height and your lips crash into his nose instead. Seungmin stiffens in surprise, at the sudden proximity of your face to his and the accidental kiss you pressed on his nose, and then he laughs.

Seungmin laughs in the hopeless, clumsy, breathless, exhilarating kind of laugh that sends your cheeks flushing and your heart fluttering because you’ve missed that laugh so much.

He was never sure he acted right that night, that he wasn’t being selfish. But with your palms in his cheeks and your eyes reciprocating the same love all along, he knows he did the right thing. So, with a gentle sigh of relief, he tilts his head and presses his lips against yours.

Seungmin feels like he can finally breathe again. He kisses you with every love and affection he’s kept hidden for years and years.

You were venturing into the void of the unknown again, kissing your best friend, but it feels safe. There wasn’t that fear of the uncharted. There was only comfort as it always has been with him. The weight of happiness is so overwhelming, and Seungmin thinks there’s nothing more beautiful than kissing you after years of longing.

When the both of you pull away, the feeling of his arms around your waist and his forehead pressed against yours and the fond look on his face sends you toppling over. This was the image of your dreams.

He mirrors the soft smile on your face, hand moving to trace your face and your jaw before placing another kiss on your nose, and your cheek, and the corner of your lips. Your skin tingles at the way his lips and his warm breath tickles you, and your heart skips a bit when you realize you don’t mind feeling this every day for the rest of your life.

“Can I hear you say it?” He doesn’t need to say it for you to understand.

“I love you.”

Seungmin feels wholeheartedly content, heart bursting and ears burning red at hearing you utter those three words he’s dreamt about.

“I’ve loved you since you begged me to come with you to your dentist appointment.”

And then he laughs again, pressing his pointer finger on your forehead with a slight betrayal in his eyes.

“You’re telling me I could’ve kissed you for years now?” He speaks in exaggeration, and you know he’s truly thinking about it.

“You have all the time in the world now.”

“You know what? I like the sound of that.” He moves his hands from your face in favor of wrapping them around your waist – pulling you in the type of hug where you can completely relax against him and melt into his familiar intimacy. The one that’s been there all along, although a little held back.

You don’t know what’s next. With the vastness and unpredictability of the earth you stand on, you don’t know what follows. The busy morning highway is starting to fill your ears, and the sound of lives starting echos from afar. Somewhere in the distance, someone’s phone rings and there’s a sound of laughing and running from students alike.

You find that in the chorus of laughter and honking horns and ringtones, the world is telling you that you don’t have to know what’s next. All you need to know is the inhale and exhale and the quietness that Seungmin’s heart offers.

He’ll be here for a long time, continuing to know and know and know and love you.

eighteen.

8:24am

jeongin: FUCKING FINALLY

minho: ????

chan: language

8:25am

jeongin: (sent a picture)

hyunjin: oh my god????

changbin: our seungmin’s a big boy now

jisung: wdym i wont have to hear seungmin’s mopy ass anymore

chaeryeong: ^^ same with yn :(( but also so happy lol

8:26am

ryujin: EVERYONE CHEERED

jeongin: everyone say thank you jeongin

winter: u mean thank u winter???

hyunjin: felix is crying again

chan: WHY

felix: love is beautiful

changbin: me and who

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slutforleeminho · 1 year

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Put on a show • Kim seungmin

Seungmin watched as you got up from the couch to get a couple blankets from the basket across the living room. Your shorts riding up a little when you stood, and they only got higher with each step. You could feel his eyes on you, but you didn't comment on it. That was until you bent over to grab the blankets, taking a little longer than needed to pick the ones you wanted, and swiftly turned around with the objects in hand, immediately making eye contact with your boyfriend. Instantly feeling shy, you froze and brought the blankets closer to your body and covering your face a bit.

"W-what? Why are you staring at me like that?" You let out an airy laugh.

"Like what?" He was slumped back in the couch, legs spread open as if he was tempting you to sit on his lap. One arm resting on his left thigh and the other thrown over the back of the couch, waiting for you to sit back down so he can wrap it around you.

"Like you're about to devour me." You slowly started walking again, hesitant to sit back down just yet.

"Don't act like you don't like the attention." Your feet stopped in their tracks. It was well known that you did in fact love any kind of attention this man gave you. Whether it be cuddling for hours on end, a simple compliment when you got all dressed up before a dinner date, or when he would watch you pleasure yourself while whispering little praises into your ear until you came hard around your fingers. But he had never pointed it out before, it was something that you both knew but never talked about it.

"Come here." He patted the empty spot beside him. You obliged and sat beside him, but burying yourself under the blankets so that all that could be seen was your eyes peering over the fluffy material.

"Oh don't get all shy on me now." He grabbed the makeshift shield and put them on the opposite side of him, so you were now completely exposed to him and the cool air of your apartment. Your knees were glued to your chest, little goose bumps forming on your skin.

"Where was this energy earlier when you had your ass up in the air, practically begging for me to look at you?" He started lightly rubbing the side of your thigh with the tips of his fingers. At this point he was flush against your side, his right arm still resting behind your neck on the couch, lips inches away from your ear.

"Hmm? I want an answer." He put his hand on top of your thigh and squeezed, which caused you to let out a small whimper. If he heard it he decided not to comment on it and just decided to wait for your answer.

"I don't know what you're talking about." you don't know why you denied it, but you felt that that was the right thing to say. Wrong.

"Oh really? So, if I pulled down these little shorts right now, you're telling me you won't be wet and ready for me?" Your breath got caught in your throat at his words. He's never talked to you like this, he was always sweet and gentle. But you couldn't deny that it turned you on. He was right of course, your panties were probably ruined by now.

He let out a loud laugh at your reaction, throwing his head back. You snapped your head in his direction, watching as his adams apple bobbed up and down. You couldn't believe he was laughing at you. Was he making fun of you? Did he think you were weird?

When he calmed down he lifted his head and pressed his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes. He placed his left hand on the side of you face, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. The next words that left his mouth almost made go feral.

"You're my little attention whore hmm?" As your eyes widened he took your lips into a heated kiss. He was kissing you with so much dominance and force, unlike he ever had before. It was making your head spin, the way he bit your bottom lip and swiped his tongue over the same spot to ease the sting of it. Everything was happening so fast, before you knew it he was pulling at your shorts, trying to remove them without separating his lips from yours. You pulled away first, getting too impatient, and removed them yourself. Moving to remove your underwear next but you were stopped by Seungmin grabbing your wrist and shaking his head no.

"Keep them on." He said and rushed back to your lips. You couldn't get enough of him and his new demeanor. The throbbing between your legs was getting uncomfortable so you took his hand and placed it on your clothed cunt and rutted your hips against it, looking for any kind of friction. He pushed the heel of his palm closer to your clit, letting you grind against his hand.

"Min please." You moaned against his lips.

"You don't have to ask me baby, You're the star of the show today, and I'm just a spectator." You whined at his words. As much as you love putting on a show for him, you really wanted to feel him.

"I want you."

"Does my baby want me to touch her?"

"Yes, seungmin please. I need it. Need it so fucking bad."

"How about we compromise, hmm? Come here." He positioned the both of you to where he was laid back a little more, and you the same, your back pressed against his firm chest. He tucked his arms under yours and spread your legs open. Taking your hand and placing it back on your crotch. Retreating his hands and snaking them under your shirt to find you had no bra on.

"I'll play with these pretty tits while you play with your cunt" He rolled your nipples in between his fingers causing you to arch your back, pressing yourself further into his hands. Your hips moved on their own, rolling against your hand before you shoved your hand inside your underwear and began roughly rubbing circles on your clit. The squelching sound still very noticeable even while being covered by your panties.

Seungmin removed his right hand from your chest and brought it to your mouth.

"Suck" You immediately took his index and middle finger into your mouth, wrapping your lips around them and swirling your tongue around to taste him. Once some drool started to escape from the sides of your mouth, he decided they were wet enough and removed them to rub your hard nipple once again with his now lubricated fingers. The stimulation from his fingers and the relentless abuse on your clit was making you shake, but it still wasn't enough.

"Seungmin please.... tell me I'm doing good" You didn't know why he was being so quiet, he usually didn't stop praising you until you came.

"Aww can you not get off without me telling you you're a good girl, baby? You know you are. You're doing so well. Why don't you put your fingers inside now. Feel how wet you are. Go ahead, love." You did as he instructed and slowly pushed a finger in your hole and then another. You threw your head back onto his shoulder with your eyes screwed shut and your lips parted to let out a loud moan. You picked up the pace as your whole body started to shake and your walls fluttered against your fingers. The coil in your lower belly threatened to snap.

"There you go. It's right there baby, you can do it. Cum all over your hand for me. You look so pretty when you're like this. All for me yeah? You love it when you have my undivided attention." He coaxed you closer to your release. It hit you like a bag of bricks, back arching, eyes rolling to the back of your head, your muscles tensing and then relaxing, Seungmin's name leaving your mouth along with a string of curses.

Your whole body fell limp on top of him, trying to catch your breath. He removed his hands from your breast and kissed on your forehead. You opened your eyes to meet his gaze.

"What the fuck was that?" You huffed out still out of breath.

"What the fuck was what? He looked at you in confusion.

"When did you become so...." You couldn't find the right words for his behavior.

He held back a laugh and kissed you so softly as if you would break. "So you liked it I see." he smirked smugly.

"Yes, yes I did." You realized your fingers were still inside so you pulled them out, whimpering at the overstimulation.

"Does it hurt, love? I hope you didn't think I was done with you yet."

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bbyquokka · 11 months

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oh god

pairing: kim seungmin x gender-neutral reader

genre: fluff (if you squint a lil), smut – MDNI

synopsis: you're seungmin's first

warnings: smut, established relationship, virgin seungmin, oral (m rec), protected sex, pet names, some nipple play

words: 2.8k ~ (2,899)

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dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

he wants to wait, wait for the right person and for when the time is right. everyone around him, his friends, mutuals, acquaintances, everyone he knew was out doing it and to him, he didn't see the point.

the point being, why give away something that's precious to a complete stranger. someone you don't plan on having a future with. nowadays, sex is seen as a competition instead of something that's valuable.

men cheer on their mates when they learn each others body counts, calling their dicks big and praising them whilst comparing and contrasting their past sexual partners, telling each other every explicate detail down to the T.

seungmin just isnt like that. the amount of times he has heard about another woman's breasts and nipples is beyond him. it puts him off sex even more.

he didn't really care about sex because he has seen and heard about it so many times that's he's become desensitized to it, but he is human after all. he has needs and sometimes, a lonely night with nothing but lube, his hand and a cheesy over the top porn video isn't cutting it for him any more.

then you came along. he didn't think it was possible to get an erection just from looking at someone but as soon as he saw your beauty, his cock twitched in an instant.

it started of slow. seungmin wanted and needed that emotional connection with you first before going any further with you. you spoke on the regular, facetime, text messages, sending each other silly memes and videos, the usual's one would say.

it wasn't until seungmin caught himself blushing and giggling at a simple text of “hi! i miss you, min! hope you're ok. 🥺🖤” did he realise that maybe, he liked you a lot more than he thought.

his heart thumped against his chest every time you touched him or looked at him. your beautiful smile and sweet voice causing his mind to go all mushy. if that wasn't enough of a sigh that he was falling for you, he would go home and masturbate for hours on end with you on the mind, your voice ringing in his ears, your face popping up in his mind. body doing all sorts of positions and poses–its almost like you're there.

he'd curse himself for being a virgin. he wanted a bit more experience in that department. scared that you would judge him for being inexperienced, he kept it a secret even after you both got together.

it didn't take long for you to notice that seungmin was hiding something from you. every time you tried to initiate something in the bedroom, he would make up an excuse, brush you off with a lie so you confronted him about it.

filled with so much guilt for making you doubt and question yourself as well as the relationship, did he blurt out:

“i'm a virgin!”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“yn” seungmin stutters as you kiss his neck. “w-wait.” you pull away from him, eyebrows furrowed together.

“everything ok, minnie?” seungmin's chest rising up and down at an uneven pace. his penis already hard just from a few neck kisses and making out with one another. he's sensitive to everything. his skin burning from the areas you have kisses and sucked. every time you drag your fingertips down his skin, it leaves behind a trail of fire.

“y-yeah. it's just, i'm just–” seungmin stutters, cheeks as red as a rose. you smile warmly at him, cupping and stroking his cheeks gently.

“hey, are you nervous?” your voice is sweet and soft. seungmin swallows thickly, nodding slowly. he's so sick with nerves, his body shaking due to the scary amount of pleasure and emotions he is feeling.

you notice his shaky hands as he reaches up to place his hand on top of yours. you remove your hand, holding it instead and stroking the back with the pad of your thumb.

“it's ok to be nervous, minnie.”

“is it though?”

“absolutely! it's new and scary. you're most likely feeling very overwhelmed with pleasure, nerves and anxiety but we take it slow, m'kay? we go at your pace.”

“does it not bother you? that i'm inexperienced.” he mumbles. you let out a soft chuckle, kissing his cheek gently.

“no, it doesn't bother me in the slightest. something like this is precious, it's precious to you so i respect that.”

“but what if i do something you don't like or–or i say something or–” he rambles. you lean in and peck his lips gently to calm him down of his nervous ramblings.

“we communicate. we're a unit, you and i. communication is the most important thing in a relationship, regardless of what type it is. if i do something to you or say something that makes you think, oh. i don't like this, it feels weird, then tell me.”

“but what if i hurt your feelings..” his voice is nothing but a whisper as he bites his bottom lip.

“my darling. you could never hurt my feelings. i won't know unless you tell me. i'd be more upset not knowing i was doing something to you that you disliked than you being straight and honest with me.”

“ok..” seungmin chews his lips nervously, his hands still trembling against your skin.

“hey.” you softly say, leaning in so your lips brush against his softly. he whimpers, closing his eyes slowly. “you'll be ok, i promise you.”

you kiss him softly being slow at first. you allow seungmin to slowly melt into the kiss, his lips moulding with yours and finding that perfect tempo. wanting to take the initiative and feeling a little more confident, he gently bites your bottom lip as a silent request for permission to open; to which you oblige.

parting your lips slowly, seungmin slowly slides his tongue past your lips. he whimpers a little at the feel of your tongues meeting in the middle, colliding and tangling together. saliva and breathy pants mix together.

with shaky hands, seungmin cautiously touches your exposed chest. he gingerly plays with your nipples, flicking and tugging on them gently before rolling them between his fingers. you let out a soft groan, pleasure tingling down to your fingertips and toes.

“fuck baby. keep doing that.” you whisper.

“you like that?”

“yes. it feels good.” you groan as you slide your hand down seungmin's exposed chest and torso to cup his erection through the material of his black boxer shorts. he involuntarily bucks his hips in your hand which causes him to flush pink.

you kiss his cheek, trailing your lips along his jawline to his ear. you lick and suck on his lobe as you palm his erection, rubbing and squeezing his length.

seungmin lets out shaky breathes, his body trembling as pleasure courses through his veins. he feels so good, he's on the verge of tears and all you're doing is palming him. he has yet to feel you. with every minute that passes by, his brain slowly turns to mush. sweat accumulates on his forehead and chest, his toes curling as his hands are now stationary against your chest.

“can i give you oral?” you ask, biting your lip gently. seungmin swallows, the question ringing in his ears and making him feel dizzy.

oh fuck. oh no. god oh god! can you? the person he loves, adores and cherishes the most. the person whom he finds so unbelievably attractive, give him oral?!

he mind and body screaming at him. he wants to yell “fuck yeah!” at you but instead, he whimpers and gives a small and shy nod.

you beam at him as you shuffle between his parted legs. he holds his breath as he watches you, watches his many fantasies and dreams come true right before his very eyes.

grabbing the waist band of his boxers shorts, you slowly pull them down his legs and discard them on the floor by the bed. a sudden wave of embarrassment and shyness washes over seungmin, shackling him to the mattress.

he instinctively covers his private area with his hands, his cheeks and tips of his ears red. you place your hands on top of his gently, removing them slowly as you make eye contact with seungmin. nothing but fear clouds over his pupils as he chews his bottom lip raw.

“hey, it's ok darling. it's just me.” your voice is so soft, so soothing to him that all the fear and nervousness washes away in an instant. he lets you remove his hands, showing you all he has to offer.

“that's my boy.” you coo as you kiss his hands. he lets them flop to the side as your eyes flicker down to his penis.

what he lacks in girth, he makes up for in size. his tip red, veins protruding along the sides and traveling to his tip. pre-cum beading and coating his skin making it glisten in the dim light with the occasionally twitch. you also notice how neatly trimmed his pubic area is.

“you have such a pretty cock, min.” you coo, watching seungmin stutter and become flustered. he never thought of his cock (or any cock for that matter) being pretty, he just thought of it as average. but hearing those words come from your mouth makes him so dizzy with lust and heat.

your hand wraps around his base. seungmin watches you with beady eyes, his chest heaving up and down in time with his laboured breaths. he bundles up the sheets in the palm of his hands as he watches you slowly stroke him.

it's slow and languid, something that normally wouldn't get seungmin off. however, it's you. it's your hand around his cock. it's your face that's so dangerously close to it. he makes a mental note of how small you look around him, his brain malfunctioning and failing to do the basic human things.

“fuck..” he mumbles as you slowly pick up the speed. you rotate your wrists at the tip, using your thumb to slowly rub it and smear the pre-cum. seungmin clenches his jaw, his body tingling and vibrating from excitement and pleasure.

and then it happens. your lips wrapping around his tip. the warmth from your mouth paired with the wetness makes seungmin lose the ability to speak. instead, he whimpers, reaching down and tangling his fingers in your hair as he watches his cock disappearing slowly in your mouth.

you hum around him, closing your eyes as you suck. you swirl your tongue around his tip, making sure your jaw is slack to get more of him. what you fail to reach, you compensate for by stroking him in time with your sucks.

“shit shit shit. fuck–ah!” seungmin pants, tugging and gripping your hair. his head falls to the side, his bangs falling over his half lidded eyes. sweat soaks his body as pleasure and lust swamp him. he wants to cum, he most definitely could cum at any minute but he doesn't want to.

he wants to hold because he wants so much more of you. he wants to feel you, hear you and taste you. he's hungry for you, despite the fact he didn't know it could be possible.

the more time he spends inside your mouth, the more he slowly loses it. his mind is nothing but mush. his body shaking due to the high level of lust and desire. he watches you suck his cock so perfectly. he wants to praise you, to tell you how good you're doing but he can't because if he dares opens his mouth once, he's scared of the sound that'll come out.

and then you swallow. a new, alien feeling shoots up his spine. the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. the tightness of your throat around his cock automatically causing him to let out a long and throaty groan.

you pull away with a smirk, licking your lips as you look at your fucked out lover.

“i see you found your voice.” you giggle.

“good..” seungmin mumbles. you laugh softly, shifting and straddling his lap. he looks up at you through his half lidded eyes. you push back his bangs, watching them automatically part and show more of his sweat coated forehead.

his pupils blown out with lust, beads of sweat rolling down his temples. his lips parted and dry. he's a beautiful sight to see, a sight you want to see over and over again.

“shall we?” you ask. seungmin nods his head fast, making himself dizzy. you smile warmly at him before grabbing a condom and rolling it on his length.

“are you sure?”

“yes”

“a hundred percent?”

“a million trillion percent. i want this, i'm ready.” you nod, giving the tip of his nose a gentle peck.

you hover over his cock, reaching behind and holding it at the base. seungmin holds your waist as he watches you lower yourself down on his condom clasped penis.

you groan softly, head kicking back as you feel yourself stretching out. seungmin grips your hips tightly. he thought the warmth from your mouth was good but this warmth is a feeling he cannot describe. it's so alien yet so so good to him, for him.

the warmth paired with the tightness is too much for his body to bare. he's melting into the mattress, his body uncomfortable hot and sweaty but comfortable high with lust, adrenaline and hormones.

“oh, god..” he says through gritted teeth as he watches you lower yourself down on him. you shakily pant, planting your hands firmly on his stomach to steady yourself.

“how do you feel?”

“strange. weird. but so fucking good. it's so amazing. i'm so.. it's so–” he digs his nails into your skin as you slowly bounce on him.

“feels good.” you moan. seungmin can't speak, only nod his head as he leans in. he buries his face into the crook of your neck, arms wrapping around your back firmly as you bounce on him at a steady pace.

he doesn't know what to do nor does he know what he is doing. his body is on autopilot, doing what he thinks and feels is best. his teeth sinking into the skin of your neck, lips trailing to your shoulder blade where he bites.

a string of moans and fucks leave his lips unwillingly. his voice increasing and decreasing. sometimes he is loud, moaning and groaning and not caring about the neighbours. other times, he is soft and whimpering, whispering your name over and over again.

he doesn't know what he is doing, that part is true. he doesn't recognise himself, the pleasure taking over his mind and body to the point where it feels like it isn't him anymore.

“god yn. so good, you feel so good. oh fuck me, please.” he begs. you hold onto his shoulders to steady yourself as you use your thighs to bounce faster. you kick your head back to expose your neck as you moan his name, seungmin taking full advantage of your exposed neck to kiss, lick and suck the skin.

moans and groans combined into one. seungmin's body shaking as the pit of his stomach burns. it's tight, his balls hurt and his cock twitches inside you.

“yn–”

“m-mhm?” you look at him, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes glossy. he's close to tears as he whimpers.

“hurts. close. fuck.”

“it's–it's ok. listen to your body baby.”

“what about you?”

“don't worry about me. it's all about you tonight baby.”

sinking his teeth into your shoulder blade, you give one finally bounce and seungmin is a sobbing, whimpering mess. he holds you close to his sweaty body, the heat from you both making you feel lightheaded. his muscles spasm as he empties into the condom, nothing but soft whispers of your name ringing over and over again in your ears.

once calm, you lift yourself up and off seungmin. he takes the condom off, tying it and discarding it in the trash before pinning you down on the mattress by surprise. your eyes widen before you swallow thickly.

something about him has changed, like a switch has been flipped suddenly. his eyes hold nothing but pure hunger for you, his cock failed to calm down. his body is buzzing and mind mushy. he's not thinking straight anymore, his actions being driven by the pure hunger he is feeling.

“s-seungmin?” you stutter. he licks his lips as he grabs another condom, rolling it on his length before teasing your entrance with his tip by rubbing it. you whimper as you watch him.

“more. i need more of you.” you both groan in unison, your body arching up off the bed as he slowly pushes his length inside. he wastes no time in thrusting. his cock stroking and caressing your insides. you grip onto the sheets, watching seungmin lose control of himself.

“sorry. i'm so sorry. i can't stop. so hungry. more, i need so much more. please yn, please give it to me.”

you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down to you. he pants heavily against your lips as you smirk and wrap your legs around his waist, keeping him close.

“then don't stop. we have all night, so feel free to indulge.”

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ᵎ　🍶　⊹ libido, k. seungmin

✧ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀！𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒！𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀，𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆，𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌／𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌，𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾，𝗅𝖺𝗓𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗑，𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 （𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒，𝗉𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗒，𝗉𝗎𝗉）𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗅𝗈𝗅，𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂’𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇.

𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾： 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗅 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌

[ 𝟣𝟪𝟦𝟤 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 ] ✩ [ 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 ] ✩ [ 𝗆．𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ]

“𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡?” The pitch of my voice raised as I felt his cock brush against my back, barren and hard for what felt like the hundredth time. Tip swollen and red, desperately oozing a delicious coating of precum that glistened down his hands, down my inner thighs. It was truly a mess; a mess he’d made over and over again. And while I feigned the tired, annoyed act, I could already feel my own thighs rubbing together for a bit of friction.

“Round five, what do you say, pup?” Seungmin cooed into my ear, pressing his pale chest against my back as he rubbed his hands along my arms. I took his words more as a challenge rather than an offering, soon enough my head was tilted toward him, staring at his face.

Almost inhaling his words, his stare, his perfectly caramelized eyes, “How are you not tired yet?”

My fingers laced in his brown hair, a bitterly sweet grin on my face that he only matched. Seungmin let out a groan as my ass pushed up to his throbbing cock; tampering with his hardness and making him miss the friction. The brief exchange of pleasure had his hands suddenly clamping onto my thighs, bringing my body to meet his again. Seungmin grumbled into my skin, simply opting to kiss along my neck instead of answering. Maybe partly because he didn’t know either.

But when he looked at you, everything was just red with love. Seungmin couldn’t think straight, not with the way you were prettily naked right in from of him; gorgeous tits begging to be pinched and kissed over; ass still red from rounds prior but not quite red enough. And when he looked along your collarbone, even your neck, all he could think was how badly he wanted to mark the perfect canvas of skin. And no matter how many rounds or kisses or bruises he’d leave, it was never enough. There was always more blank space that was being begged to be splotched.

There was a certain romanticism about the entire thing. About seeing you being split open or fucked out on his cock. Pleading and moaning each time he’d fully submerge between your thighs. He needed it all the time. Even when he could barely lift you or move you or even fully thrust into your creamy hole. Seungmin couldn’t explain it, but he didn’t need to explain it to understand it. All he knew was that it was like being dehydrated and knowing you were the only way to quench the intense thirst in his throat.

So Seungmin just took his cock by the base and pressed it to your drenched cunt. The same tight little hole he’d fucked several times already. There was a tender cheekiness to his actions, he knew that you couldn’t say no to an offer so tempting.

“C’mon, pup, you know you want it,” Seungmin taunted, prodding my thigh upward with one hand to give him better access. And just as tauntingly he ran his swollen tip along my drenched slit with a drawn out groan, “Fuck, say yes, please.”

The desperation was comedic. When my eyes met his they were lidded and careful, yet glossy with desperate shine and want. I found myself grabbing his cheeks, squishing his lips together while slowly leaning in to close the distance.

“Fine, just put it in already.” I spoke quietly just before kissing him. It was slow, daunting and beautiful. The wetness of his tongue meeting mine quicker than I could breathe. For a second he didn’t react, just subconsciously kissing back while groaning between my lips. He didn’t press further or rake his hands over my body like a starved man. It was a brief moment of pure connection; the intent to kiss and nothing more than that.

Then I felt that feeling of his cock sliding through my puffy folds in languid motions. Slowly adapting to the wetness and filling the air around us with generous moans. There was no need for foreplay or dragging out the process since he’d fucked me raw plenty of times before, I was prepped and getting needier by the second. With my cunt clenching around nothing and oozing thick droplets of both his and my own cum, I just needed that emptiness in me to be replaced.

Suddenly I was the desperate one. He had such a power about him that made me unravel in minutes. Now those mocking comments were almost sobbing moans each time his cock head brush quickly along my swollen clit.

“Hm, whose the needy one now?” Seungmin chuckled at his words and newfound power over me. His hand tucked under my waist and planted firmly along my belly for extra stability, “My pretty puppy… want me inside?”

I practically moaned at the nicknames. It wasn’t unusual to hear him refer to me as puppy or pup, especially in bed, but each time he did it never failed to make me throb and clench. His soft, baritone voice lingered in my mind, replying his words until they were engraved into my brain like a tattoo.

The truth was that though my protests were vocalized, it wasn’t because I truly didn’t want him again just as he wants me. Instead, I didn’t know if my body could take it. I was sure how another round would affect my already tired body. But the way I was already reacting to his subtle touch, his nimble fingertips dancing along my plush thighs, tenderly pinching and plucking at my skin as if to egg me on more; the feeling was only a reminder of how good it feels to be connected like that.

So intimately and deeply while he just whispers stupidly cute things in my ear.

There’s nothing like tired, needy Seungmin. He’s mean in bed most of the time; spitting, choking, manhandling… but the second he’s sleepy yet still incredibly horny, he’s suddenly the softest person ever.

“Mhm,” I stuttered out, once again his cock glided along my throbbing clit. The ache was prominent now. I couldn’t hold back any of the noises I made, nor could I stop my thighs from trembling with anticipation.

Seungmin kissed my cheekbone, playing coy with a subtle yet noticeable smirk, “What’s that? Can’t hear you, love…”

I glared but the dissonance was long forgotten when I was briefly reminded of my desire with the pressure of his tip dancing over my entrance.

“Fuck- want your cock in me, Min,” I grasped my hand backward, clawing at his neck and tiny strands of hair at the base of his neck. He groaned into my ear, chuckling yet wincing at the dig of my nails in his flesh.

“Hm, that’s a good girl,” Seungmin himself couldn’t deny the oozing tension, the leaking desperation that left his body. The air was thick with yet another forecast of love sickness.

And with one more brief kiss to my temple, he was pushing into me, gently at first, but then as he felt my sensitive pussy clench from another round of penetration, he slammed upward unexpectedly. My mouth formed an O, whimpers soft and almost inaudible.

“S-sorry, pretty pup,” Seungmin apologized but with the way he was grinding into my cunt from behind, it was hard to believe, “You just feel too good… s’warm.” His pretty hands slithered around my torso, snatching me close to his body and holding me in a spot that I couldn’t break free from, not that I’d even try.

And, god, he sounded so pretty moaning into my ear. Just a soulful chant of my name over and over; harmonizing with the little grunts and panting he’d let slip out. My hand still tightly held his neck, just clinging onto anything for an ounce of stability.

The males movements became quicker, the snap of his hips meeting my ass in quick slaps of the collision of skin. The skin of his bare chest against my back was sweaty and hot, his hair tickled my ears and cheekbones chaotically. His arms squeezed around me tighter, clinging like a koala.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Seungmin cursed into the air, breathe shorter as he exclaimed, “I’m gonna cum already! Baby, are you c-close?”

There was a subtle hint of submissiveness in his voice; not one that I’d openly point out but enough to make me a bit smug. Until I felt his cock thrash hungrily inside of me, almost perfectly kissing my gummy spot in repetitive motions.

“M’so close, Minnie,” I laid my head back, pressing into his chest and feeling his lovely breathless groans deep within his body. Seungmin took one hand at my waist and dragged it downward to my red clit, swirling the bud with erratically sensual touches. Writing circles into my sex with the help of my overflowing cunt.

“I want-“ helpless pants left his swollen, glossy lips, “I need you to cum with me, puppy. Can you do that? Please?”

I choked out in acknowledgment, eyes fluttering shut as I felt that familiar warmth cascade over me, signaling I was dancing along the line of my orgasm. Tiptoeing along the edge of complete bliss.

“M’kay, almost-“ there was a sharp inhale of breath, my mouth falling wide again as I clutched his skin. Seungmin had hit my sensitive spot three times back to back. My eyes watered and my chest tightened.

Seungmin nipped at my skin, teeth abusing the skin only for his lips to kiss the ache away.

“Oh, pup, fuck can’t hold it back,” Seungmin let out a choked moan that sounded increasingly similar to a sob. And when my eyes fluttered open again at the harmonious sound I tilted my head and saw his face contorted in overwhelming satisfaction. A hint of sparkle in his eye as he felt his climax soon overtake his overstimulated body, “Please, my love, you can do it. C’mon, puppy baby.”

I couldn’t mistake the ache on my inner thigh and now blossoming through my cunt. My walls contracting and squeezing along every line and crevice he had to pump into me. I felt that bliss of my orgasm kiss me, and soon my body was shaking.

“Seung, oh god, m’cumming!”

Seungmin let out a shaky sigh of relief, fingers rushing along my clit until I was over that edge. Until my eyes were rolled back and my mouth turned into a widened hole that only let out choked out, graphic moans. Seungmin let it all erupt, his cock twitched along my pulsating walls, and almost in unison, our bodies reacted to the other. Cum splattered my insides as mine glossed along his cock. Sputtering hips met the other in melodic motions, the only sound being sweaty bodies slapping continuously.

“Fuck, yes, that’s it,” Seungmin emptied his seed into me, not caring much to ask where he could release. His breathing slowed, his grip loosened around my waist, and I felt his heartbeat slow against my back as well, “That’s my good pup. Did so well…”

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