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how to harvest sunshine
a continuing part for the couple from the only way to get a good sleep!
genres: established relationship, fluff!!
pairing: reader x seokmin
words: 475 (ik it's short and doesn't need header images but idk it's a part 2 😭😭 idk)
warnings: none :]
notes: this is for elv @seokmins day once again!! ((ignore that this is a little late pls ty ily <3))
Seokmin has been a little, itty bitty, teensy bit dishonest with his boss for the past eight days.
Yes, this city is beautiful. Yes, the views are incredible. Yes, he's very grateful for this opportunity, and for being especially chosen to join him on this business trip.
But truthfully, Seokmin wants to go home.
Not because the city isn't beautiful or the views aren't incredible or he isn't grateful, but because he really, really wants to see you.
"For the record," you say as you prop your phone on the counter so it captures your upper half and some of the sink. "I also haven't seen you in eight days. I miss you too."
With a sleepy smile, Seokmin watches you as you start to wash the dishes. He wishes he was there to help you out, but he's hours away -- by plane -- and stuck in this admittedly nice hotel room. "I could just get on a flight tomorrow. Leave early."
You chuckle. "I don't think that's the best idea."
"Didn't you just say you miss me?" he whines with a pout.
"Now now, don't be like that," you tease, wiping your hands dry on on a tea towel. "You told me you were excited to visit that famous pizza place tomorrow."
He beams. "Guilty."
"Ooh. Hold right there."
"Hm?" Seokmin tilts his head, confused.
"No, wait, put that smile back on." You reach over for your phone and pull it so he sees your face more up close.
He can't help but laugh. "What are you doing?"
"Harvesting sunshine," you say with a cheeky smile. "Screenshotting. I'm going through withdrawals."
"Withdrawals?"
You take another picture of him. "A vitamin D deficiency, at least. I haven't gotten to see my favourite smile in a week."
"Any tips on how to collect moonlight?"
Snapping one last screenshot, you put your phone back on the counter. "Hmm... not unless you do get on that plane tomorrow."
You shouldn't tempt him like that, he thinks. If he didn't know you were just being silly, he'd book the flight right now with your video call at the corner of his screen.
Seokmin shifts on the hotel bed, letting his head rest on the pillow and hiding his smile under the edge of the blanket. "Hey..." he drawls.
You put the last dish on the drying rack. "Yeah?"
"Remember how I asked you to marry me?"
Chuckling, you slide the ring you'd taken off while your hands were wet back onto your third finger. You wiggle your hand in front of the camera. "Yes, sunshine, I remember."
"Can we do that soon?"
You try to hide how wide your smile is by pressing your lips together between your teeth, and you cross your arms with a shrug while nodding towards the drying rack. "Can I get these dishes done first?"
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ballroom extravaganza
author's note. my dudes ir might be my fav banner i’ve ever did!!
summary. he’s one step closer to you on the ballroom extravaganza
word count. 1563
warnings, genre. royal/medieval-ish vibes? kinda angsty if u look at it :) ;; lower class!dk, royal-ish!y/n, alcohol consumption
the room was beautifully decorated. good ornaments everywhere: candlesticks, long curtains falling onto the wooden floor like waterfalls, the chandeliers. the railings and cornices on the ceiling shone with a goldish glint too; even the champagne in his glass reflected with it.
seokmin examined the dresses and suits of people surrounding him, all of them wearing the most exquisite and elegant clothing. after all such a ball was an opportunity to shine. he wasn’t any different – black smoking adorning his body, the brown hair on his head styled with gel.
nevertheless, he felt uneasy; he knew he didn’t belong here. no matter the clothes he was wearing or if his hairstyle was fashionable, it was all a cover. seokmin’s heart pounded with anxiety that eventually someone will discover that he’s a simple man from the lower class.
the champagne turned bitter in his mouth as he tried to drink his thoughts away. the taste of such exclusive alcohol made him realize it’s probably the first and last time he’s drinking it.
then he came to a conclusion that he’d rather be tonight.
seokmin made up his mind (rather seungkwan, his younger assistant, knocked some sense into his head… quite literally, with his fists) and decided to confess to you.
because truth be told, he knew you two wouldn’t form a relationship even in his wildest dreams. seokmin was a very regular lower class teacher from the countryside and you; oh, you. you were the daughter of a rich landlord who held an important role in the local government.
the sudden realization hit him like gust of cold wind and yet again he felt strange in this place, where everything was huge, expensive and out of his world.
seokmin felt grateful he could even look at it or at you.
he met you through jihoon, a musical genius who once was passing by seokmin’s village and heard him singing. that’s when they met – jihoon was amazed by his voice and singing abilities, nagging him to train. he offered to do it for free at the beginning since he knew that seokmin can barely afford new shoes.
soon enough jihoon took his pupil to his musical studio in the capital. pianos, guitars, flutes… even a harp! it all made seokmin speechless. but it didn’t leave him as half as flattered in comparison with your meeting.
the delicate sound of the harp filled the room, seokmin holding his breath. he watched mesmerised how one of jihoon’s students moved his fingers and ever-so-gently nudged the strings.
jihoon’s brows were knitted as he nodded, listening carefully. as a teacher, he was terrifying. as a private person… he was scary. but despite the cold mask, seokmin saw through him and noticed a pure, gold heart. he got here somehow in the first place, no?
suddenly, there was a sound of door slamming open which halted the peaceful atmosphere. jihoon let out a sigh and looked up, seokmin’s gaze following his. then, he saw you.
your face was so beautiful that he genuinely thought like he was hallucinating. the e/c eyes sparkling with excitement and a huge smile painting on your lips, h/c hair flowing elegantly on your arms. your dress was pretty too; even from the first glance anyone could tell you’re rich. the pinks and whites contrasting together, creating a princess aura–
“jihoonah, you bastard! why didn’t you tell me you’re back in town, you little rodent?!” you whined and seokmin’s eyes widened in shock. well, he didn’t expect - and met, so far - any girl behaving like that here.
jihoon stood up and walked up to you, placing a tender kiss on the back of your hand.
“ugh, can you not? we’ve talked about this before” you whined and the man just giggled.
“y/n, this is seokmin. seokmin, this is miss y/n. normally, she isn’t behaving like a spoiled brat but apparently she only does around me. now… joshua, did i tell you to stop playing?” the last question cut through air like a sharp knife. joshua, jihoon's student, quickly returned to play the harp. seokmin used this moment to steal a few more glances at you, visibly whipped.
“hello” you said shyly, realizing just now that jihoon isn’t alone. seokmin stands up and bows gently.
“it’s my pleasure to meet you” he grinned and it was so contagious that you couldn’t help but smile too.
“now, seokmin. remember when i said there’s a purpose for your presence here? you’ll be y/n’s new singing teacher. i will leave because of the upcoming opera in paris and miss y/n has to have a teacher. even though you’re not that professional, you do have a natural talent” jihoon announced, your eyes widening in shock.
“you’re… leaving?” you asked.
“me… a teacher?” seokmin muttered, flabbergasted.
suddenly the crowd had come to a halt, his eyes meeting yours across the ballroom. he smiled and you excused the person who was talking to you, approaching him.
looking beautiful, as always, his heart sped up. the puffy beige dress was elegant yet nothing too fancy to make you stand out. however, seokmin thought that you were the prettiest here; looking like royalty.
“min!” you grinned and bowed gently. all words and thoughts unexpectedly disappeared from his brain, vanishing into thin air.
“y/n… miss y/n” he stuttered out, palms staring to her sweaty. you sent him a reassuring smile.
“you must feel so… overwhelmed. you look nervous. and handsome too, by the way. let’s get some air, teacher” you put your hands together; even your posture being graceful as if you were a carved marble statue.
“no, no. i’m fine. i wanted to talk to you about one concern that… has been on my mind” seokmin finally managed to word out something. your brows furrowed ever so gently and you nodded.
“i see. i, too, have an announcement to share” a quiet mumble left your lips, almost getting lost in the rustle of the room.
now it was his turn to frown. you seemed rather upset.
“go first, please” you gestured with your head. he saw jihoon coming towards you.
“let’s go to the dance floor, i see a predator approaching” you giggled and before jihoon (the predator in question) could open his mouth, you snatched seokmin’s hand and landed in the middle of the dance floor.
“i shouldn’t… dance with you. what will people say?” he mumbled, putting his hand on your hip gently as if we was afraid that he’ll hurt you.
“i couldn’t care less, min. we’re friends. what was it you wanted to say?” you asked, looking at him through your eyelashes. he took a deep breath, hoping you didn’t feel how clammy his hands got.
“y/n, i think… no, i’m certain. i’m certain that i like you more than a friend” seokmin answered. if you were surprised, you didn’t let it show.
just swaying to the rhythm of music (that was slowly building up), you let the words sink in your mind. then he noticed your gaze wandering around the room, stopping upon a certain point.
“i- i know we wouldn’t work out but i just- i’ve been mesmerized by you ever since you bursted into jihoon’s classroom door and i can’t… can’t stop thinking about you” he breathed out, trying to save the situation.
the music tempo sped up a bit, you looked him in the eye.
“seokmin, you’re a really cute guy. perfect, if you think about it. caring, loves to work with kids, patient. and… it’s not- it’s not even about you being from the countryside” you smiled softly and when the music came to a climax, making the pairs come to a halt – and so did his heart too upon hearing your next words “jihoon proposed to me”
the world stopped. seokmin felt his smile disappear, air flowing out of his lungs. ringing in his ears got as annoying as a mosquito buzzing around his ear.
“he got filthy rich after the opera display in paris. my dad forced me to agree so… we’ll announce it today, hence the ball. and then…” you gulped, fingers drumming against his arms.
“then what?” he choked out. his heart just got crashed into millions of pieces that he will never be able to put together.
“then we’ll get married in paris and stay there. jihoon signed a contract with the theatre” you added quietly. staring at you, seokmin felt weak.
you know all the words to the play
but alliI wanted was you to stay
your time is running thin
'cause i'm falling through the cracks under your floor
“seokmin, i’m sorry but… i can’t say no” you said, voice cracking. it was getting hard to breathe but he managed to pull the best smile he coulf.
“i understand. you’re a part of me… now you’ll just be apart from me. but… it’s fine. good luck in the new chapter of your life” he hummed, heart aching so painfully he thought he’s dying.
he let you go, stepping aside.
you're one step closer to me
on the ballroom extravaganza
i know you won't find me anymore
i triеd to reach for you once more
seokmin walked away, deciding to leave the room. he only heard jihoon walking up to you. feeling your gaze burning through his back, he made a mental promise to not turn back.
but thе world came crashing to the ground.
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Seventeen as your boyfriend | DK
Crackhead energy through the roof
This man has enough energy to light up the sun
He's always either dancing around the house or singing at the top of his lungs
You will be doing the dishes then suddenly he comes around and takes your hand to make you dance with him
He is like your happy pill
Loves karaoke dates and will purposely butcher all the lyrics just to make you laugh
Constantly starts tickle fights that he is not strong enough to handle
His love language is sending you funny pictures of him
The only brain cell he has he shares with you
He is a big fan of domesticity, helps you with chores around the house, does the groceries and always finds a way to make it fun
You two are joined at the hip, always together
If the members can't find him they know that they can call you or look for you and that's where he is
Secretly a hopeless romantic
Says 'I love you at least 300 times a day and you better say it back to each one of them or he will pass away
Literally will act like his heart broke and fake passing out, so dramatic...
Will only wake up in the morning after a kiss, doesn't matter if you guys are running late
"C'mon baby, get up! we are late!"
*pretends to be asleep*
"Baby, please!"
*nope, still pretending*
"Okay fine snow white, I'll give you a kiss now hurry up!"
"You are a very mean prince charming, you know?" he says finally getting up after getting his kiss
He's a whore for praises
He will come home from the gym and make you touch his biceps and you better say they look bigger
He will do all those poses just so he can hear you say how good he looks and how strong he is
A SIMP
Always bragging about how good you look to anyone that will listen when you guys go out
When you guys go shopping for clothes he makes you model all the clothes so he can take pictures because "how do you look so good in all of them???"
Never seen a man so happy to sit in a fitting room's bench
He's gone! GONE!!!!
He could look at you after you slept three hours with your hair looking like a birds nest and still think you are the most beautiful person on earth
When he sees you wearing his clothes he's instantly transported to the gates of heaven, it's like seeing paradise to him
Also, that is yours now, actually, his whole wardrobe is Free Real Estate™
Every gift you ever gave him is the best gift he's ever got
Like if you get him a jacket or any piece of clothing he will refuse to take it off, that is getting washed and instantly being worn again
Will proudly wear promise rings because he wants everyone to know you are his girlfriend
He's so besotted it's embarrassing 😩😩
If you have a bad day he will do everything in his power to make you feel better including making a fool of himself
But if you feel like just chilling in bed he will instantly hug you and sing you to sleep while stroking your back
He really is your best friend
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sunflower kisses
“Because your best friend understood why these flowers looked to the sun.”
oneshot | friends to lovers | fluff | 4k words
s u m m a r y : when you and seokmin decided to return to your childhood hiding place, you never thought the sunflower fields, and what they hid, would change the lines of your friendship. however, it did not seem like your best friend minded the change as lingering glances, fingers brushing against yours, and a playground creates a magical night.
c o n t e n t : friends to lovers! au, best friend! seokmin, you and seokmin bicker quite a bit in this but it’s cute i promise, language i guess but it’s all jokes, this is very very fluffy not a single bit of angst in this, seokmin is obsessed with you i guess, literally nothing more just enjoy tooth rotting fluff, also this was written without proper editing im so sorry
p l a y l i s t : heartburn by sunmi || this charming man by the smiths || ‘bout you by seventeen
a u t h o r ’ s n o t e : hello fellas! this is my first svt fic on this site and i had to write it for seokmin because heartburn by sunmi is LITERALLY HIS SONG. IT EMBODIES HIM NO QUESTIONS!! anyway thank you to @hyuckworld for being the reason behind me stanning svt and @soobmint for encouraging me with this fic ily <33 anyway enjoy the fic fellas <33
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THE SCENT OF NATURE WAS LOOMING BEFORE YOU REACHED YOUR DESTINATION.
You did not know what caused it — whether it was the rain, the hundred million years of change of the world around you, but you could always smell it — the trees, the grass, the earth.
Pressing your foot on the accelerator, you drove across the roughened roads, fields of wheat swaying in the cool summer wind. A mellow 80s band entertained you through your car speaker, and you hummed along to its tune, drumming your fingers against the wheel.
You smiled as someone else joined in on your humming.
Sneaking a glance beside you, your best friend leaned back in his ridiculously reclined seat, eyes closed as he bobbed his head to the music. His hands rested on his thighs, they too flicking along with the melody. You wished he would sing a little. Bastard never did though, when you actually wanted him to.
“Why are you making a face at me?”
Blinking at his voice, you quickly focused back at the empty road. “Are you pretending to be asleep?”
You could feel the boy’s smile in his answer. “Are you pretending to focus on the road?”
“Piss off, Seokmin.”
He only chuckled, opening his eyes to the scene beyond the window. “We shouldn’t be much further now,” he said, admiring the fields of nature surrounding you both.
“Wait, look!” you exclaimed, pointing towards your destination, a once speck in the horizon now growing larger in your vision. Wheat fields were slowly decreasing, but they were replaced with millions of other flowers. Bursts of colours touched each and every petal and leaf and branch, hues enhancing with the descending sun. “We’re nearly there!”
Sure enough, a few more minutes of driving on the rickety road, and you pulled up into a gravelly close. Getting out of the car, your eyes settled on the scene before you, and you stopped, mouth parting.
Sunflowers.
An endless sea of sunflowers greeted you — thousands upon thousands swaying in the breeze, their large disk florets harbouring big, yellow petals. They looked like they were almost welcoming you back after a long time of separation, their petals waving hello from the small hill you were situated in. The trees, only a few in the distance, towered over these tall flowers, branches extending leafy shade to their peers.
Once again, you snuck a glance at the man opposite the car.
He, too, was starstruck. It looked like he, too, missed home.
Well. It was not the place where you ate and slept — though you did once with the man beside you — but it was the word that sprung in your mind every time you came here. Home. Home, sweet, honey-like home, basked in your favourite flowers and accompanied by your favourite company.
“Seokmin,” you let out, watching him, and the name had him darting his head towards you, a dazed expression across his skin. His chestnut-brown curls swayed with the wind too, following the flowers’ rhythm. If you weren’t so used to him you knew you would have felt something stirring inside you.
You did not trust yourself, though, in this paradise.
“_____,” he returned, you certain that he did not have much to say either. It had been too long since you both came back here.
The two of you did not say a word for a few minutes, admiring the landscape engulfing you both. The last time you came here was a couple of years ago, when you and your dear friend would run away from your parents, hiding out in the fields, drinking and laughing and forgetting that you had a life to go back to. There used to be a lovely old estate next to these fields, but it had been abandoned — hence the speck, nothing more than a half-house and broken bits of wood.
Still, that did not stop you and Seokmin from making that broken clatter into a cherished haven.
“I wonder if anyone else comes here anymore.”
You were thankful for him breaking the silence. “They better not.” Taking a step forward, you braved the first descent towards your long-time flower friends. “It only belongs to us.”
He did not know why that made him smile a little smug.
The hill down to the flowers had become steeper than you last remembered. Cursing under your breath, you were ready to slide down when you felt footsteps beside you.
“You’re gonna fall flat on your face if you try to go down like that.”
A slender hand slid around your waist, keeping you secure. “Here.”
You looked up at the boy, about to take the gentle steps down. “If we both fall on our asses, I’ll kill you.”
“No we won’t!” Seokmin reassured you, pushing you with his hand on your back as he began.
The stupid bastard slipped on the first exposed tree root.
Of course he slipped, letting out a shrill scream as he fell, taking you down with him. Both of you came crashing down the hill, rolling like barrels down the hill, streams of fuck, fuck, fuck! spluttering from your tongue as the boy parroted them too, toppling over and under you at the speed of lightning.
With a thud! the hill ditched you at its feet, stopping the rollercoaster of bodies. Head spinning, you shook it hurriedly, blinking back the chaos in your vision. A round of coughing was heard beside you.
The first thing you saw was the orange sky. Then, when you realised what had just happened, you wrenched your head to who caused this absolute fuck-up, he heaving deep gulps of breath.
Despite the dull pain, you made the effort to glare at him. “I’m gonna fucking kill you.”
What you wanted was for him to shit his pretty trousers.
What he did instead was splutter into laughter.
The prick craned his head back against the grass and laughed and laughed and laughed. He began to cough, but he did not stop releasing his amusement, the way fate came to bite him in the ass.
You watched him, completely frozen from his reaction, half-confused, a little pissed off — minutely flustered, stare razor-focused on the way his eyes were crescenting.
But you have always seen them curve this way. What’s so different now?
Groaning, you rubbed your side that was hit the hardest, the other hand reaching out to slap Seokmin’s arm. He moaned in slight pain, but it didn’t stop his chuckling, hanging onto his hit bicep. “Go on,” he rasped out, collapsing again. “Kill me.”
You scoffed at him. “Not now. Not when you’ve taken all my fucking strength.”
“Excuses, excuses,” was all you heard. “I accept them, anyway, _____, cause you can’t kill me.”
There was a pause before he spoke again. “I’m the only friend you got.”
“I think I’d rather be friendless.”
Snorting, Seokmin groggily got up on his feet. “Fuck,” he muttered, dusting the dirt off his jeans, his shirt.
You held out your hand to him, pouting. “Help me up, please.”
He raised a brow at you. “I only help my friends, _____,” he drawled, crossing his arms, “And since I’m not your friend, as you so nicely put it, then you can get up yourself.”
“You’re honestly such a bitch,” you whined, trying to heave yourself up, but to no avail. “It’s your fault we fell like this anyway!”
He leaned over you, and his face blocked the sky. “What’s the magic word?”
“Die.”
“Incorrect! It was actually ‘please’, so enjoy eating dirt!”
“Wait, wait, wait!” You tilted your head forwards as he made to leave, stretching your hands towards him. “Okay, okay, please? Please help me up?”
Shaking his head, he slowly extended his hand, reaching out to grab yours.
His fingers clasped your wrist, and with an impenetrable strength he lifted your body off the ground. You stumbled a little into him as you got on your feet, and on instinct your other hand grabbed onto his arm to steady yourself. A small breath escaped you as you squeezed your fingers into his wrist, looking up at him.
He was only staring down at you, a strange, inquisitive look in his eyes that you wished would go away. He didn’t seem to be breathing — you couldn’t feel his breath fanning your face, and you began to wonder why he was holding his breath till you felt yourself do the same.
Quickly you moved away, letting go of him, chest rising and falling harder. He, too, seemed to snap out of his daze, rubbing the wrist you held onto for a mere moment.
Now this was getting ridiculous.
You decided to speak first. “We…we’re never going down that hill again.”
He decided to play along. “I agree.”
Both of you knew you were lying to each other.
However, all logistics flew to the wind gushing around you as you turned to the scene, the reason you arrived here in the first place.
“Seokmin…these sunflowers look taller than I last imagined.”
Sure enough — it was not like you had shrunk since the last few summers, but maybe your memory had. The yellow petals, almost caressing your face, were at eye-level with you, and you knew that once your inside their domain, you were sure to become lost.
Your best friend’s voice entered your ears. “Speak for yourself, midget.” You glanced at him, and of course, the bastard was taller than the flowers. “I can see everything just fine.”
“Go off, BFG,” you muttered, but then you were face-to-face with your longtime companions, and wondered why you had become so intimidated. They were only flowers.
Why had you become so distant?
“It has been a while since we’ve come here, haven’t we?” he murmured, standing beside you. “You’ll be fine, though.”
“I literally can’t see past the stems,” you said, gesturing towards the wall of nature.
Taking a glance, it lingered as he scoffed, holding out his hand. “Then it’s a good thing you have a BFG to take you through.”
You returned his look, albeit adding an eyebrow raise. “Wow! Thank you for your service!” you droned.
“You’re very welcome, you ungrateful bitch.” His fingers then reached out, wrapping around your hand.
On instinct, your own fingers intertwined with his. His stare rooted to them, a little longer than you realised, and he quickly shook his head, his other hand stretching to the stems. “Let’s go.”
Just like that, he gently stepped into the nature wall, taking you with him.
You were instantly engulfed with sunflowers the moment you walked inside. Trying to be careful, you stepped on the grass surrounding its roots rather than the roots themselves, scared to hurt the greenery sprouting at your height. Seokmin’s grip was firm but safe — had you shaken off his hand you were afraid you would lose yourself within this world of flora.
It did not look like the boy wanted to let go either as he led you further into the flowers, his free hand extending to brush his fingers against the petals. There was a pine-like scent roaming in the air, a tinge of the grass mixed in.
You felt like you were in a fairytale, exploring a route never followed by another. You had gone through this maze so many times before, but there was something different today. It was like the flowers around you were comforting you, asking you where you had gone with their drooping heads, looking at you in question. You were almost afraid to answer back to them — you only looked to Seokmin, who squeezed your hand, making his way through your surroundings for you.
One more gentle push of the flowers, and that’s when you saw it.
“Oh my God!”
You pointed to the space where the sunflowers ended. An empty playground welcomed them, dusty monkey bars and slides scattered in the sand-coloured lawn. The entire ground was shaded by a huge hackberry tree, its branches extending over the facilities.
What your eyes focused on, however, was the centrepiece in the middle of everything.
“Our swings!”
This time you led him by the hands, turning away from the sunflowers’ embraces, breaking through the maze of nature into the open. You ran towards your precious site, not caring much of the surprised boy stumbling after you with your hand as his lifeline. Stopping before the red bars of the swings, you let a smile curve your mouth.
“Goddamn, ____!” he grated out, hands on his knees as he heaved like an old man. “A warning would be nice!”
Completely ignoring him, you brought your intertwined hands and gestured to the site before you. “I can’t even remember the last time we went on the swings.”
His eyes lingered on your fingers before realising what you had said. “Well, that could be ‘cause we were too high to stay seated last time.”
“That’s true…” you trailed off, examining the swings. Fingers reaching out, you let them clasp the chains. They may have been rough, cold, but you still smiled wider.
Untangling your hand from Seokmin’s, you stepped past the bars, standing in front of the seat as the other hand gripped onto the opposite chains. The boy flexed his now-empty hand, willing it to his side as he watched you settled yourself upon the seat.
Nodding, you pulled yourself back. You were about to start when his voice halted you.
“Wait.”
He did not think it through as his feet picked up pace. Instinctively it was, walking around the bars and standing behind you, where you perched, waiting to swing. His fingers gripped onto the chains at the bottom.
You widened your eyes as you felt yourself being lifted backward, creating momentum. Quickly you looked back at the boy pulling you back, his gaze upon the seat. Your surprise was clear as you asked, “What are you doing?”
He paused, you even more taken aback by his sheer strength in holding you in the same position. “What does it look like to you?”
“You do know I can do it myself,” you started, but when he looked at you, all words fell short.
“I know that,” he said, pulling the swing-seat a little closer to him. “But I used to push you back then. Let me push you like that again.”
His request, and the indecipherable quirk in his irises had you unable to argue with him. Well, it was not like you wanted to argue, either. His presence near you, his fingers barely brushing against your hip — they elicited a strange sensation within you.
So you merely nodded, turning your head to the sunflowers all around the playground. They too turned their heads to the descending sun, bleeding orange on the landscape. The boy pulled just a bit more, stilling for a second.
“You ready?”
You hummed, taking a deep breath.
Seokmin let go.
So did your heart, as you swung up.
Your legs stretched to the sky as you laughed out your exhale, soul lurching outwards at the uplift, the push by your dear friend who ascended you to such a place.
You came back to his hands, and he pushed you again, harder, stronger, and you were rushing to the high, the tips of the branches which were once so far away, now a finger’s length before you. The exhilaration gushed through your veins, and suddenly you were a child again, giggling and kicking your legs to the open air as you curved upwards.
“Fuck, Seokmin!” You screeched, laughter bursting from your lips, creating a melody for the nature before you. “Come on, get on the swings, get on the swings!”
Perhaps you could fly away like you thought you would so many years ago, swinging so high that maybe the chains would turn to iron wings, and take you to the clouds.
You did not know when your best friend had left your side, settling himself on the swing next to yours. You did not realise him swinging himself, stretching his legs out, a little long so they skidded on the ground.
You did not know that his gaze was not rooted on the sky you admired so ardently, or on the flowers that watched the sun settle into the horizon. You did not notice his eyes, so full of life, away from the nature around him.
You did not know that his eyes were rooted to you.
Your own we’re closed, feeling the wind kiss your face, so you did not see your dear, dear friend, looking at you with an intensity that surprised even himself. His swinging had slowed, his feet digging in intentionally this time. He parted his mouth a little, not quite believing what he saw — it was foolish, really, because he had seen you a million times before with the same eyes he was using now. Maybe he could blame it on the sun going down, but he knew he could not create excuses.
His heart burst at the sight of you.
It was at this particular moment, when you swung past him, sneaking a little glance at him as you turned your head. The elated, almost mischievous joy in your gaze welcomed him, and he finally understood something.
Without thinking, he reached out his hand.
Just in time he caught onto the chain of your swing, mid-journey to the back. With a screechy-whine it swung erratically from the sudden halt, and you yelped in surprise, tossing and turning in the seat. Fingers gripping to the chains, you whirled your head to the origins of this incident, and found a golden hand holding onto the bottom chain.
Hurriedly your vision climbed upward, and found yourself staring into the abyss of Seokmin’s eyes. Whatever swirled beneath them made your soul flutter.
“Seokmin…?” You got out, and your seat was pulled closer to him as he neared in his own swing, the plastic sides touching. His hand on the chain crept up, up, up, till they found your fingers. Gently, he let his own linger against yours. “What…”
Your words cut off immediately when he spoke.
“You’re so…” he paused, never taking his eyes off you, as if he was unable to.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Silence.
And in this silence, he understood a small aspect of the world around him, forgettable for all, unimportant for most.
He understood why sunflowers turned to the sun.
This celestial ball, this deity which shed such generous light on the earth was bound to be admired. Weak little fuckers like him shied away from its rays, its heat. These huge, innocent flowers, however, defied their nature to face their sun, glowing their yellow petals, nourishing their tall stems, their darkened centres. They could not help it — the sun was just so good to them.
You were just so good to him.
It was like his own instincts willed him to turn to you. This strange, sun-like deity in his life was all morphed in your presence; your muddied clothes, your mischievous curve of a smile, and your eyes, your eyes which held the same light that the sun spilled. You were so good to him, his best friend, his dear dear beloved.
Those eyes looked at him in question, in an innocence he would enlighten very soon. “Seokmin?”
And as the very ball of light decided to have its break, slowly going down the horizon, your best friend leaned into you. His nose brushed against yours, and he halted, waiting for you to say something, waiting for you to push him away, because what the fuck is he doing? Why is he doing something he’s never done before with you?
You, however, did not push him away.
No, not when your heart battered against your ribs, demanding freedom, hammering in your ears. Your hands squeezed the chains, your shoes now touching the ground, but you waited, waiting to see what he was about to do. What you were hoping by God he would do.
He hesitated. Your lips a hair’s breadth from him, he waited, as if mustering strength for a brave action. His hands were starting to hurt from holding the swing, but he did not care, because you were not doing anything, and maybe this was not the best decisions he had taken, shit, perhaps you did not want this—
“I swear, Seokmin, if you don’t kiss me after all of this, I’ll fucking murder—”
You, thankfully, could not finish your threat.
Not when your best friend closed that distance, silencing you with soft lips.
The sun’s heat was leaving, but another warmth welcomed you as he moved his mouth along your own, sweet and soft and everything you imagined he would be. You closed your eyes, his hand on your fingers holding your face, pulling you even closer. He was enthusiastic — ecstatic even, with the way his lips opened up to you, smiling into your mouth. His own sanctuary of butterflies, nestled in his stomach, were fluttering in a frenzy, making him breathless, teary-eyed, absolutely crazy.
God. He could kiss you for the rest of his life.
He forgot everything around him. Opening your mouth a little wider, his fingers drummed upon your skin, and you would fly away along with the butterflies if he did not stop. You would have done more, freeing your hands from the chains, sliding your fingers and locking around his neck. You would have pulled him even more close, perhaps gripped onto his shirt, refusing to let him escape.
The stupid prick, however, decided to free his hands from your chains.
Gravity came through at full speed, breaking you away from your lips as you whirled back, rocking erratically in your swing. Screaming, he reflected your actions, rotating sideways from the momentum of holding your swing. Like a pair of drunken fools you both lurched in different directions until the swings themselves had enough, slowing to a standstill. The two of you were capable of stopping yourselves, but the events from mere minutes ago had your senses leaving you both.
The sensation of the kiss was rampant.
Subconsciously, your fingers touched your lips. Subconsciously, the boy beside you watched, doing the same.
You turned your head.
His stare was something you wanted to get lost in.
Despite your heart in your throat, you spoke with husked irritation.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you for that.”
The bastard grinned lazily. He was so happy.
“You just had to get it out, didn’t you?”
You could not help the smile sneaking onto your face.
He then stretched out his hands, fingers curling. “Come here.”
It was almost embarrassing how your hips perked upward, stumbling you to your feet. Like the earth does the sun, you gravitated towards him, and his hands held your sides, setting you down upon his lap. Settling your legs over his thighs, you wrapped your arms around his neck, looking directly into his honey gaze.
It did not waver as he said, “The sun in the sky may be leaving us, ____, but the true sun in my life is right here.” He curled your fingers around your sides. “Right in front of me.”
You parted your mouth.
Nothing could have prepared you for that.
Such words probably shook your soul, but Seokmin only smiled. Smiled, like he always does, slowly widening the more your eyes glistened from incoming tears.
No words could be enough for what he offered you.
So you did not answer him with words.
Leaning down, you enveloped your lips with his, and he melted in your touch, hugging you tighter. Of course he was melting — you were his sun, after all.
And as the two of you cling onto each other on the childhood swings of your childhood haven, you knew that these kisses, shared in a beloved sight, would become a cherished memory.
You hoped these sunflower kisses would last forever.
Judging by his eternal smile, bloomed fully on his luscious mouth, you knew that your little wish would come true.
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[👑] silent admission (l.s)
✤ seokmin x reader / idol!svt / non.idol!you / 329 words / fluff, comfort 🌸☔️ / reader calls seokmin ‘minnie’
✤ in which it’s one of those days for him and he finds that when he’s with you, he doesn’t have to be loud to be heard
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lee seokmin was the epitome of a human energiser and more. he has the energy and capacity to continue talking for hours; like a bullet train that continues going and going regardless of whether there are any tracks in sight. it’s like it’s in his nature, in his being to spread the sunshine and happiness that he radiates effortlessly but sometimes, once in a while, the high comes to a low and there are days when he doesn’t even know how low he can actually go.
he uses a spare key ringed with the others, except on yours there’s a tiny sticker that indicates it’s yours with a simple heart. he wonders if you’re home but when he sees the dim light from your bedroom door, he has his answer. a small smile tugs on his lips despite him having such difficulty for the entire day of trying to be happy but here... here he can be whoever he wants to be.
it’s like you know he’s here; the soft coo of minnie? only pulls him closer to where you are. with a hand on the door, he gives it a gentle push to reveal you in bed, phone in your hands.
“hey,” he smiles, putting his bag down by your bedside table and he doesn’t know if he loves or hates the way you’re able to spot the telltales of him not being a hundred percent today. he appreciates you not asking, though. your hands ditching your phone as you spread your arms out to him and he almost too quickly gets on his knees to level the height so he can hug you. his arms snake around your waist as he crawls deeper into your embrace and the deep sigh he lets out against your chest is what makes you curl around him; closer, warmer.
seokmin didn’t have to say anything else. all he needed to do was breathe and with you, he can do that weightlessly.
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one spring rain | lee seokmin
ミ★ synopsis: the rain had its ways of bringing you to him, whether you needed a shoulder to cry on or just to be your friend. you two were as inseparable as the clouds that were constantly looming in the sky for every downpour; years of knowing one another from the inside out, bests and worsts. you knew that college was inevitably going to be the years where things were going to be different, but you didn’t think that your relationship with him would be amongst those changes.
ミ★ genre: childhood friends to lovers!au, slow burn, humor, angst, some fluff
ミ★ warnings: reader is bad with feelings, mentions of alcohol
ミ★ word count: 14,865 (i’m so sorry)
ミ★ pairings: seokmin x gender neutral reader / brief seokmin x oc
ミ★ notes: hi guys !! long time no oneshot, eek. i kinda wrote this on a whim because i thought childhood friends to lovers would really suit seokmin, and it ended up a lot longer than i thought it would... pain. anyways, make sure to give seokmin lots of love !! hope you guys enjoy this one <3
“AH! Lee Seokmin!” You scream, watching as the brunette runs away with the donut you brought from home to eat while waiting for your next class. He cackles in the distance, and you curse to yourself, before slamming your lunch bag down onto the bench and beginning to sprint after him.
“You fucking bastard! Give it back!” You screech, and he just turns to glance back at you, donut in his mouth as he sends you a wave. Your eyes widen with rage at the fact that he’s already begun to eat it, and you push yourself to run faster.
“LEE SEOKMIN!”
Seungkwan flinches back at the sound of your scream, and Soonyoung just takes a bite of his apple as the two watch you chase after Seokmin. Seungkwan lets out a sigh, reaching out and taking some chips from your lunch.
“I feel like yn might really kill him one day.” Seungkwan murmurs when he sees you finally catch up to the brunette, and Soonyoung giggles. “One day?”
Seungkwan nods his head and glances at Soonyoung, to which the latter snorts and points over in your guys’ direction again. He looks over at you and Seokmin, just for his mouth to drop open.
“Yn! I’m sorry!” Seokmin cries out as you slap his back for eating your donut, but you don’t relent. If there was anything you’ve learned in your 16 years of friendship with the brunette, it’s to have no mercy.
“They’re going to kill him today.” Seungkwan reiterates, turning back towards Soonyoung. The blonde nods his head in agreement, scratching the back of his neck as he turns away to face his friend with an inquisitive expression.
Seungkwan raises an eyebrow, “What?”
Soonyoung purses his lips, before pointing down at the snack in Seungkwan’s hands, “Aren’t those yn’s chips?”
Out of Seungkwan and Soonyoung’s peripheral vision, they see Seokmin attempting to escape from you through crawling away. The brunette’s possible relief is short lived, however, because they soon see you come out and grab Seokmin by the legs, dragging him back to his impending doom.
Seungkwan blinks, and then holds out the bag of chips to Soonyoung, “Do you want some?”
“I’m going to kill you!”
“I’m telling your mother!”
“You can’t tell my mother shit if you’re dead!”
The sound of your maniacal laughter and Seokmin’s terrified screams fill the air as Soonyoung nods his head, reaching out and taking a chip.
“This chip is delicious.” Soonyoung mutters, and Seungkwan nods his head in agreement as he throws another one into his mouth while they watch you put Seokmin into a chokehold.
“What a nice day.”
“What a god awful day!”
Seokmin glances up to see Seungkwan storm in and chuck his bag across the room, making Soonyoung squeak and bend down just in time to dodge it right as it hits the wall. The blonde pops back up and points at Seungkwan, “You almost killed me!”
Seokmin looks down at his homework with a sigh, “Why do you guys always come into my apartment without asking?”
“My stupid professor told me that one of the sources I used in my paper isn’t a valid source, when I had him check all my sources before I wrote it!” Seungkwan exclaims, opening up Seokmin’s fridge and taking out the big bottle of soju. The brunette raises an eyebrow, and his mouth drops open when Seungkwan opens it and gulps some down.
“It’s four in the afternoon?!” Soonyoung states when Seungkwan finally stops, slamming the bottle down onto the kitchen counter. He shoots Soonyoung a glare, “Any time is a good time to drown my sorrows.” before grabbing a piece of bread and beginning to nibble on it angrily.
The sound of the front door opening again gathers the three’s attention, and Seokmin visibly brightens when he sees you walk in. You close the door and look up, immediately letting out a smile when you see Seokmin sitting at the table.
“Hi Dokyeomie~” You say in a singsong voice, slipping off your shoes and walking over to him. Briefly glancing over at the kitchen, you do a double take when you see Seungkwan holding a large bottle of soju, and Soonyoung taking out a shot glass from the cabinet.
You blink, then glance down at the time on your phone, before looking back up and pointing at the two with an accusatory finger.
“It is four pm in the afternoon!”
“Let me drown my sorrows!” Seungkwan cries out, and you watch in horror as Soonyoung pours himself a shot, before downing it right away. You turn towards your best friend, just to see Seokmin looking at the menu for bbq chicken on his phone.
You let out a sigh and pull out the chair beside him, plopping down on it and looking at the menu with him. The two of you point out which flavors you want to order, coming to terms with the fact that this will be an evening of drinking.
Meanwhile, Seungkwan and Soonyoung take you and Seokmin ordering fried chicken as a sign to begin pouring shots for all four of you.
“You guys were each other’s first kiss?!” Soonyoung shouts, making you jump back and Seokmin throw a piece of popcorn at the blonde so that he’ll be quiet. Seungkwan reaches out and rests his hand on Soonyoung’s forehead, before pulling him back so that he’s resting against the couch.
You nod your head, taking the piece of skin Seokmin ripped off from his fried chicken and placing it into your mouth. Covering your mouth with your hand, you reply, “We had just turned 16 and were like damn, we still haven’t gotten our first kiss yet. So we just ended up kissing each other to get it over with since Seokmin kept getting teased for not having his first kiss.”
Seokmin places a couple pieces of pickled radish in your bowl, and you turn to him with a happy smile. He snorts at your face, reaching out and brushing away some crumbs on the corners of your mouth, “Hey, yn. You’re in college now, how are you still such a messy eater?”
Soonyoung and Seungkwan exchange a glance, before turning back to you and Seokmin with raised eyebrows. Seokmin turns towards them and catches sight of their flabbergasted expressions, and he lets out a sigh, “Are you guys still stuck on the fact that we kissed?”
“How can we not be?! You guys have been best friends since you were babies!” Seungkwan exclaims, and Soonyoung nods drunkenly from beside him. You just shrug your shoulders, “It’s not a big deal. It was just a kiss.”
Seokmin nods his head beside you, a small smile on his face as he takes a bite of chicken.
“I can’t believe yn fell asleep before me, and I’m the lightweight here.” Soonyoung states, breaking the silence of the room. Seungkwan nods his head in agreement, and takes a sip of water. While Seokmin just stares at you, the corner of his lips quirking upwards when you let out a soft snore.
It’s been a few hours since you all started drinking, and you quickly fell asleep on the floor almost half an hour ago. The topic of you and Seokmin wouldn’t die down until you eventually set your foot down, reminding them that it was just to get your guys’ first kiss out of the way.
“I know we agreed to stop talking about it, but you and yn really kissed?” Seungkwan asks, taking advantage of the opportunity to speak about it since you’re asleep. Seokmin turns to the redhead with a raised eyebrow, before letting out a quiet chuckle and nodding his head. He glances back at you, grinning at your sleeping face as he murmurs, “We were walking home from school and it started to rain.”
“AH! Yn, run!” Seokmin shouts when it suddenly begins to pour, and you let out a curse as you lift up your bag over your head and sprint after him.
He laughs that signature laugh of his when he hears you cursing the weather from behind him, and you fight back the urge to throw your backpack square against his back. He hurries underneath the large cherry blossom tree, letting out a breath of relief when he doesn’t feel any rain fall on him anymore.
You run up beside him, heaving out heavy breaths as you let your bag fall down onto the sidewalk. Seokmin chuckles at how fatigued you are from the sudden sprint, and you reach out and slap his shoulder.
“My hair’s all wet!” You whine, and he rolls his eyes as you pout at the feeling of your wet head. Without a second thought, he unbuttons the shirt of his school uniform and lifts it above your head, making sure it wraps around your shoulders.
You blink at the sudden act of affection, before chuckling at the fact that he probably feels bad for running away without you. Turning your head, you look into your best friend’s eyes with a warm smile on your face, and he finds the rate of his heartbeat quicken slightly.
“Lee Seokmin.” You state, and he can only stare at you in awe. He quietly wonders to himself when you started to become so pretty, unable to come up with a specific moment in the past when he noticed you growing into your features so beautifully. You notice his eyes slowly trail down to your lips, and your tongue unconsciously darts out to wet them.
“Dokyeomie.” You murmur, and he blinks at the call of his name, looking back up into your eyes with a warm face. “Mm?”
Biting the inside of your cheek, you turn away and quietly ask, “Are you still getting teased for not having your first kiss yet?”
Seokmin nods his head slowly, “Yeah.”
Clenching your fist at your side, you wonder what’s possessing you to even think of saying what you’re about to say. Is it the way he’s staring at you now? Blush prominent on his pretty cheekbones? Is it the scent of his detergent wafting up your nose from his school uniform he laid over your head? A scent that’s so familiar and comforting that it reminds you of home? Or is it the sudden Spring rain that’s making you think these thoughts of your childhood best friend?
Even with the possible factors that could possibly be making you feel this way, you ignore the biggest one of all as you turn to look at him and tell him softly,
“If you want, you can kiss me.”
The rain that’s falling around the two of you seems to slow down after the suggestion escapes your lips. Seokmin stares into your eyes in silence, not giving you a response. You feel regret slowly pooling you the longer it takes for him to react, and you’re about to blurt out that you were just kidding when he suddenly takes a step forward.
Your breath hitches at the sudden close proximity between the two of you, your faces now inches away from each other. His hands slowly rise up until he’s gently cupping your face, and your eyes are wide as they stare into his own. He softly brushes away a raindrop that was resting on your cheekbone, almost resembling the shape of a teardrop.
The two of you stare at each other in silence for a moment longer, before Seokmin’s eyes trail down to your lips. Hearing your rapid heartbeat in your ears, your gaze falls onto his lips as well, admiring the fullness to them.
“Yn.” Seokmin mutters, and you look back up into his eyes. You watch as his eyes travel up from your lips, until they’re finally staring back into your own again. Gulping, you answer, “What?”
“Say something if you don’t want me to kiss you.” Seokmin whispers, and you feel warmth flood your face. When you keep your mouth shut, your best friend lets out a soft smile, before leaning in and capturing your lips with his own.
Seokmin lets out a chuckle at the memory, chugging some more water to make sure that he’s not hungover in the morning. Seungkwan raises an eyebrow at the brunette’s sudden giggle, wondering what the story leading to your guys’ kiss could possibly be since Seokmin never continued telling it after mentioning the small detail of rain.
“What’s so funny?” Seungkwan asks once Seokmin places the glass of water down onto the coffee table. He shrugs his shoulders, giving the redhead a grin as he answers, “Just thinking of Soonyoung trying to kiss you earlier.”
Seungkwan immediately frowns in disgust at the memory, turning to look at Soonyoung to see the latter tiredly blinking while staring at your sleeping face. Furrowing his brows, Seungkwan reaches out and pokes Soonyoung’s shoulder.
“What?”
“Why are you staring at yn so intently?”
Soonyoung just purses his lips, before turning back towards you with a sleepy expression on his face.
“Don’t you think yn’s gotten cute?”
Seungkwan just snorts at the sudden question, while the corner of Seokmin’s lips quirks upward. Seungkwan shakes his head and stands up from the couch, beginning to help Soonyoung get up from the couch and bring him to the spare bedroom to go to sleep. However, Seokmin stays where he is, continuing to stare at you with an indecipherable emotion in his eyes.
Letting out a breath, he stands up from the couch and takes the blanket with him. He quietly pads over to you, and gently lays the blanket over your body so that you won’t be cold during the night. Reaching back towards the couch, he picks up the pillow and turns back to you. He carefully lifts up your head with your hand and places the pillow onto the floor, before softly letting you back down onto the cushion.
Seokmin lets out a fond smile at your sleeping face, reaching out and tenderly stroking the top of your head. He whispers,
“Sweet dreams, yn.”
“Yn, you’re going to make a new friend today. Are you excited?” You look up from the mud cake you were making in the garden to see your mom squatting beside you, a gentle smile on her face as she looks at you. A grin takes over your features at the mention of a new friend, “Who is it?”
Your mom purses her lips in thought, making you giggle at the sight. She giggles along with you, before pointing over in the direction of the house next door, “His mom is an old friend of mine. His name is Lee Seokmin, and he’s the same age as you.”
You tilt your head past your mom so you can look at the house, and you blink in surprise when you end up locking eyes with a young boy holding hands with his mom. Your mom notices your wide eyes, and she turns her head in the direction you’re looking, just for a laugh to escape her as she stands up and waves at the other mom.
“You should’ve told me when you were planning to come!”
“You’re acting like we’re not next door neighbors now.” You hear her reply with a chuckle, and you bite the inside of your cheek shyly when the mom and son are eventually just a few feet away from you and your mom. You stand up and hide behind your mom, peeking past her to see the boy staring at you with a curious gaze.
“Seokmin, go introduce yourself to yn.” The boy’s mom tells him, and you watch as he takes a tentative step forward.
“Hi, I’m Seokmin. I’m six years old.”
Your mom turns her head to see you hiding behind her, and she lets out a small smile at how shy you’ve suddenly become. She pats the top of your head, gesturing for you to go and greet the boy in front of you.
Fiddling with your dirt covered fingers, you step past your mom so that you’re now standing before him. Biting your bottom lip, you stare at the ground as you quietly murmur,
“I’m yn, and I’m turning six next month.”
Seokmin stares down at your hands, noticing the dirt on your skin as you twiddle your thumbs. He peeks past your head and notices what looks to be a mud cake on the ground, before looking back at you. Reaching out, he grabs your dirty hand with his clean one, and you immediately glance up at his face.
“Do you want to make mud cakes?” Seokmin asks, before letting out such a bright smile that your thoughts immediately think of the sun with a smiley face your mom always draws for you. An excited giggle bursts past your lips, and you nod your head, all traces of shyness now gone.
Your mom watches as you bring Seokmin over to the garden where your mud cake is, and she smiles fondly at the sight of the two of you playing together. A happy sigh is heard from beside her, and she turns her head to see her friend grinning at you and her son playing as well.
“See, I told you they’d be best friends.” Your mom says, to which Seokmin’s mother just rolls her eyes and nudges her with her elbow. The two of them watch as Seokmin picks out a small daisy from the garden, and tucks it behind your ear as you pat down the dirt.
Seokmin’s mom giggles, “Or maybe they’ll be a couple.”
Seokmin tiredly blinks his eyes open from the dream, turning his head and immediately recoiling when the sunlight shines through the curtains and onto his face. He rolls over with a groan, picking up his phone from his nightstand to check his notifications.
yn ^^: don’t forget to meet us at the library at 2 !
i can’t be left alone with soonyoung and seungkwan again.
Seokmin snorts at the message, before quickly typing out that he’ll be there. Setting down his phone, he lets out a yawn and sits up in his bed. Scratching the back of his neck, he stares at his white sheets while the old memory plays behind his eyes.
He smiles softly at the thought of the daisy behind your ear, “They’ve always been cute.”
“Yn, be honest.” You look up from your notes to see Seungkwan and Soonyoung staring at you with nothing but pure curiosity. Squinting your eyes at them, you lean back into your chair, “What?”
Seungkwan and Soonyoung exchange a glance, before turning back to you.
“Do you have feelings for Dokyeom?”
You boredly blink at them, showing that you’re incredibly uninterested in this conversation instead of answering. When you don’t respond, Soonyoung slowly leans into Seungkwan and whispers rather loudly, “Do you think they heard us?”
Seungkwan can only turn to the blonde with a flabbergasted expression on his face, “Are you fucking dumb?”
“Bitch—“
“No.” You interrupt, not wanting the two to erupt in an argument in the middle of the library. They both look at you, blinking at your answer in silence as if they don’t believe you.
“I don’t have feelings for Seokmin.” You state, a sense of finality laced in your voice as you stare at them. Seungkwan swallows the lump in his throat, nodding his head and leaning back into his chair. Whereas Soonyoung just continues to stare back into your eyes, seemingly in disbelief.
“Why are you guys still on this? Dokyeomie and I already told you that we only kissed to get our first kiss out of the way.” You grumble, looking away from Soonyoung and beginning to focus on your note sheet again. The blonde just purses his lips, before sighing and turning his head to glance at the door.
Only to pause.
“Seokmin?” Soonyoung whispers, causing you and Seungkwan to look up at the mention of the brunette. Your eyes search for that familiar face at the entrance of the library, and a small smile forms on your lips when you do find him.
Except he’s not alone.
The three of you watch as he talks happily with a girl, seeing her giggle at something he says while he adjusts his bag on his shoulder. Seungkwan squints, “Do you think he likes her?”
Soonyoung scoffs at the question, “We’ve never even seen her before, there’s no way he likes her.”
You continue to watch the interaction in silence, ignoring the conversation the two stooges are having. Seungkwan raises an eyebrow when she suddenly reaches into her bag, and Soonyoung’s jaw drops open when she pulls out a box of chocolates and holds it out to him.
“Is she…”
“She’s confessing?!”
You notice the way the girl avoids eye contact with Seokmin as her face turns pink, answering the questions that Soonyoung and Seungkwan had blurted out. Your gaze slowly trails up to Seokmin’s side profile, seeing the slight shock on his face as he listens to everything she’s telling him.
After a moment, the girl takes a hold of Seokmin’s hand and places the box of chocolates onto his open palm. Once the chocolates are in his hand, she quickly turns around and walks out of the library. The brunette blinks, before turning and laying eyes on all three of you already staring at him.
Seungkwan waves for him to hurry over, and Seokmin finally walks up to your guys’ table. He flashes Soonyoung and Seungkwan a shy smile, holding the box of chocolates behind his back.
“Did you see all of that?” He mutters, and the two share a glance, before turning back to him and nodding their heads with sparkling eyes.
“Did you say yes?”
“How did you two meet?”
“What’s her name?”
“How long have you known her…”
The rest of their questions are drowned out when you glance up from your notes to find Seokmin staring at you with an indecipherable look in his eyes. He lets out a soft smile once your eyes lock with his, and you find yourself smiling back at him.
He pulls back the empty chair beside you, and sits down in it after he takes off his backpack. You watch as he places the chocolates into his bag, the sweet delicacy being replaced by his laptop as he pulls out all of his school supplies.
“Have you eaten?” Seokmin asks you, and you shake your head. He grins, before reaching into his backpack and pulling out a bag of donuts. He giggles at the way your face lights up at the sweet treat, and he places the bag down in front of you. “This is to make up for two weeks ago when I took your donut.”
You smile, “Thank you, Dokyeomie.”
Soonyoung and Seungkwan watch as you and Seokmin interact, suddenly forgetting the fact that Seokmin just got asked out by a girl they’ve never heard of. Soonyoung slowly leans into Seungkwan, before whispering rather loudly once again, “Do you think he heard our questions?”
And Seungkwan can only sigh before whispering back, “Yes, yes he did.”
As you reach into the bag and pull out a donut, you turn your head to look at your best friend. He’s already gotten busy with studying, looking like the epitome of ease as he writes up some notes. Your eyes trail down to his bag, seeing the corner of the box of chocolates he received poking out from the top.
You slowly turn away from the sight, and finally take a bite of the donut. As you chew the treat that Seokmin bought you, you’re left wondering why it doesn’t taste as sweet this time around.
You and Seokmin walk quietly to your apartment, a habit that the brunette has picked up since the two of you were younger. He always walks you back home. No matter how bright it is outside or how busy it may be, he always makes sure you get home safe.
“Did you guys…” You turn your head towards him, watching as he tries to formulate the sentence in his head properly. He bites his bottom lip, “Did you guys see the whole interaction with Seona?”
Seona, so that’s her name.
You nod, “Yeah, from the moment the two of you started talking, to her handing you the chocolates.”
Seokmin lets out an, ah, and a silence falls over the two of you once again. Except this one isn’t a comfortable silence like usual, it’s almost… tense.
“How’d you two meet?” You ask, and Seokmin shrugs his shoulders. “We were partners in my music class.”
You nod, not really sure how to respond to his answer even though you were the one who asked the question. Seokmin steals a glance at you, just to find you looking straight ahead without a care in the world. He turns away, “She confessed that she likes me.”
You just stare at the sidewalk ahead, unable to find it in you to question him on it. The brunette turns his head to see why you aren’t responding, just to see you looking unaffected once again. Pursing his lips, he stops walking, but you continue to go ahead. He looks up at the sky with a sigh, “I’m going to say no.”
You come to a halt, blinking as you turn and glance back at your childhood friend. He’s staring at you with an indecipherable expression on his face, and you quietly wonder when you first started to notice him looking at you like that.
You turn around so that you’re fully facing him, too aware of the distance between the two of you as you look at him. Putting your hands into the pockets of your sweats, you cock your head to the side, “Why?”
He shrugs his shoulders, “I don’t know.”
The two of you stare at each other for a moment longer, before you break eye contact first by looking down at the sidewalk.
“How do you feel?” Seokmin asks, and you raise an eyebrow. “About?”
“About Seona and I.”
You let out a quiet laugh, “What is there for me to feel about it?”
“Do you think I should accept her feelings?” The question lingers in the air once it escapes past Seokmin’s lips, and you quietly wonder why you find yourself wanting to say no.
“I don’t think that’s up to me.” You finally respond, and he can only stare at you, still waiting for your real answer. Biting your bottom lip, you let out a sigh before waving your hand at him. “Go for it.”
Seokmin blinks at you, “Really?”
And you nod your head, flashing a small smile to reassure him. Clenching your fist at your side, you proceed to say, “I think you should try it out with her. She’s cute, and you looked happy talking to her.”
Seokmin glances down at the ground after you tell him that, and you try your best to ignore the bitter taste that’s left on your tongue. You watch as he finally looks back up at you, and he lets out that pretty smile of his while nodding his head.
“Yeah, okay. I’ll try it out with Seona.” He tells you, and you force a smile on your face as you flash him a thumbs up. “That’s great!”
He walks up to you and gestures in the direction of your apartment, “Let’s go, yn. I don’t want you to get home too late.”
With that, he begins walking ahead of you and towards your place, expecting you to walk right up next to him. However, you stay where you’re standing for a second longer, watching the space between you and Seokmin grow the farther he goes.
And you can’t help but feel that this distance between you goes farther than the sidewalk the two of you are walking on.
“You said what?”
“You said yes?!”
Seokmin can only nod his head as he chews on the granola bar he brought, ignoring the shocked expressions on Soonyoung and Seungkwan’s faces as they stare at him. When he doesn’t hear anymore questions being thrown at him, he glances up to see them still looking at him in surprise.
He raises an eyebrow, “What?”
“Are you sure you like Seona?” Seungkwan asks, and Seokmin just shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t like her like that.”
Soonyoung chokes on his saliva, being sent into a coughing fit as his face turns bright red. Seungkwan can only stare at Seokmin while the blonde is slowly losing his life beside him, completely flabbergasted at what he had just heard.
“Then why did you say yes to going out with her?” Seungkwan asks with wide eyes, and Seokmin bites his granola bar again.
“Isn’t that what dating is about? Going on dates with the person to see how the relationship goes until you finally become official?”
Soonyoung punches his chest, finally able to manage sucking in a deep breath before pointing at Seokmin with a stern glare. “You may have a point!”
“My God.” Seungkwan murmurs.
“But it’s so obvious that your heart isn’t in it, Dokyeom. Why did you say yes if you aren’t even interested?” Soonyoung asks, leaving Seokmin to just quietly chew his granola bar as he thinks of an answer.
He’s reminded of your conversation with him last Friday, when you encouraged him to give it a try with Seona. Deep down, he knows why your opinion was so important to him when he first brought up the topic.
But he can’t bring himself to admit it.
“Just felt like it.” Seokmin manages to mutter, and Soonyoung lets out a disappointed breath. He leans back into his seat, seemingly done with trying to talk to the brunette. Seungkwan looks at Seokmin, before pursing his lips in disappointment and turning away as well.
“Lee Dokyeom! Did you just say what I think you said?” Seokmin bites back a smile as he adjusts the strap of his backpack, making Yugyeom gasp as he nudges Jungkook beside him.
“No way! Who was your first kiss?!” Bambam asks, and Seokmin can only shrug his shoulders at the question, trying to act nonchalant. However, the tinge of pink appearing over his cheeks is a clear giveaway.
“You’re blushing! Who was it?” Jungkook presses, an excited smile on his face at the fact that his friend had finally gotten his first kiss.
Seokmin looks past Jungkook’s head, just to notice you walking past his group while talking to your friend. There’s a bright smile on your face as you talk animatedly with them, seeming to be excited since you’re gesturing around with your hands so much. Your eyes are sparkling, almost as if they hold the entire galaxy in them as you let out a laugh. It’s a sound that rings beautifully through his ears, making the corner of his lips quirk upwards.
“Seokmin! Who was it?” Yugyeom asks again, and Seokmin turns away from you to flash his three friends a shy smile as he finally replies,
“Someone pretty.”
The sound of the door opening captures Seokmin’s attention, snapping him out of the memory as he turns his head towards the entrance of his apartment. A small smile takes over his features when he sees you place your bag down by the shoe rack, “Yn!”
You glance up at the call of your name, managing a smile of your own as you wave at your childhood friend. “Hi, Dokyeomie~ What did you need help with?”
“I was wondering if you could help me choose an outfit for my date later? We’re not meeting until 8 so we have a few hours until then.” Seokmin says as he takes the slice of an apple and holds it out towards you from his dining table. Your smile falls slightly at the mention of the date, one that the brunette fails to notice as you walk over and take the apple from his grasp. Shoving it into your mouth, you shoot him a thumbs up, “Yeah, I’ll help. Can I ask where you guys are going so that I can decide whether or not you need to dress more formally?”
Seokmin nods his head, “We’re going to see a movie and then get boba, pretty nonchalant date.”
“Not going to sneak in boba with her?” You ask with a grin, and he rolls his eyes with a chuckle.
“Don’t know if she’s as brave as you to be able to do that with me.” Seokmin replies with a grin, ignoring the slight pang in his heart after the sentence leaves his mouth. You bite the inside of your cheek at that, nodding slowly as you start making your way to his room. “I’ll, uh, get started on your fit then.”
Seokmin watches as you turn and walk into his bedroom, before looking down at the plate of sliced apples with a heavy sigh. He reaches up and scratches the back of his neck, quietly wondering to himself why he even said that.
While you rest your hand on the doorknob of Seokmin’s closet, trying to get rid of the emotional turmoil you’re feeling as you stare at the white door.
“How was the date?” Soonyoung asks Seokmin, taking a chip from your lunch and placing it into his mouth. You look up at the blonde with a scowl, and he just gives you a smile.
You grumble to yourself, “Everyone’s always taking my food. Has no one learned after what I did to Seokmin when he took my donut?”
The brunette grins at your monologue, before turning to Soonyoung and answering, “It went well.”
“Is that all you’re gonna tell us?” Seungkwan presses, even leaning over his lunch to stare into Seokmin’s eyes to see whether or not he’s telling the truth. Seokmin squints at the redhead, before reaching out and pushing his head away from him.
“Should I explain more?” Seokmin asks as he takes a sip from his water bottle. You place a piece of cucumber into your mouth, trying to look busy with your food as Soonyoung and Seungkwan begin to convince him to tell the whole story of the date.
Seokmin chuckles at how excited the two look, before waving his hand at them so that they’ll quiet down. Soonyoung and Seungkwan lean forward onto the table, curiosity present in their gazes as they wait for the brunette to continue.
Seokmin sighs, “Seona and I met up at the movie theatre and watched a movie—”
“What movie?”
Seokmin blinks at Soonyoung’s sudden interruption, and you take note of the jolt underneath the table accompanied with the blonde biting his bottom lip in pain, and Seungkwan looking accomplished. Seokmin purses his lips, before continuing.
“We watched the new Dr. Strange movie—”
“Shooters for Wanda!”
“Absolutely. Then when the movie finished, we went and got boba and walked around the park. She saw that there was a food truck, so we went and got some popcorn chicken. After hanging out for a bit longer, we both went home.” Seokmin explains, taking a piece of cucumber kimchi from your lunch and placing it into his mouth.
Seungkwan tilts his head, “Did you feel any like… sparks?”
Seokmin snorts, “Sparks? What is this, a Disney movie?”
“You know what I mean!” Seungkwan whines, and Soonyoung pats his shoulder to console him. The brunette just chuckles and shrugs his shoulders again, “She’s cool. I’m planning to meet up with her on Friday again to go and get dinner.”
You look up from your lunch at this, turning your head towards Seokmin with furrowed brows, “Wait, this Friday?”
Seokmin glances at you and nods his head, “Yeah, why?”
“You promised to go back home with me this Friday, my mom was planning on making your favorite dinner.” You watch as Seokmin’s eyes widen with immediate regret, having completely forgotten that the two of you made this plan two weeks prior. “Oh my God, I completely forgot. I’ll text Seona right now to cancel—”
“Wait, but this is only your second date with Seona.” Seungkwan interrupts, making Seokmin physically pause in the middle of taking out his phone. You look up at the redhead, wondering where he’s going with this.
“It would look shitty if you cancel so soon into your guys’ relationship.” Seungkwan finishes, and you tighten your grip on your chopsticks. Seokmin presses his lips into a thin line, before shaking his head, “Yn and I made this plan two weeks ago, I can’t just—”
“Don’t cancel your date with Seona.”
The three of them pause, turning to look at you, unable to hide their shock. Seokmin blinks, “Yn, it’s not a problem. I can reschedule the date.”
You shake your head, “No, Seungkwan’s right. It would look shitty of you to cancel a date when you guys just started going out.”
You and Seokmin stare into each other's eyes in silence for a moment, and you watch as that same indecipherable emotion flashes past those pretty brown orbs of his. Biting the inside of your cheek, you look away first so that he’s unable to read you, and let out a slight chuckle.
“It’s fine, Seokmin. We can just go home together another week.” You reassure him, even giving him a smile for good measure. Seokmin continues to stare at you quietly, unable to give a response as he watches you begin to pack up your lunch.
“I need to start heading to class, but make sure to go on that date with Seona, okay? I’ll see you guys later.” You tell the three with a grin, before putting your lunch bag into your backpack and walking away from the table. Feeling Seokmin’s eyes remaining on the back of your head, you swallow the lump in your throat, unable to deny the bitterness that comes whenever you encourage him and Seona.
Seokmin blinks once your figure disappears outside of the cafeteria, and he clears his throat as he turns back towards the table. He carefully picks up his lunch tray, and shoots Soonyoung and Seungkwan a tight smile. “I’m going to head to class, see you later.”
The two watch as Seokmin walks away, and once he’s out of sight, Soonyoung quickly turns to Seungkwan with a glare.
“Why would you not let Seokmin cancel? You and I both know that he doesn’t like Seona in that way!”
“I need yn to realize this.” Seungkwan mutters, and Soonyoung raises an eyebrow.
“Realize what?”
Seungkwan stares off in the direction you left in, before turning his head towards the doors Seokmin went through. He lets out a sigh and leans back into his chair,
“I need yn to realize that Seokmin can find someone else if they don’t come to terms with their feelings now.”
You sit on the couch of the karaoke room, watching as the three stooges sing TT at the top of their lungs. You shake your head with a fond smile, reaching out to grab the bottle of soju and pour some into your shot glass, only to pause when another hand grabs it at the same time as you.
You turn your head to see Seona staring at you, obviously surprised that the two of you reached for the soju simultaneously. You let out a choked laugh, retracting your hand and gesturing for her to take it, “I’ll just pour mine after you.”
“Nono! Let me pour yours for you.” Seona exclaims, and before you can argue, she begins to pour the soju into your shot glass.
You didn’t expect to meet Seona so soon, let alone have her accompany you guys at one of your hangouts. Yet here the five of you are, drinking and singing karaoke after Seokmin and her went on their fifth date. Your childhood friend wasn’t even the one who suggested to bring Seona along with you guys, it was Seungkwan.
“We’re still going to karaoke tomorrow, right?” You ask as the four of you walk along the quad, about to split up and head in the directions of your next classes. Seokmin nods his head as he turns to look at you, “Of course. We never cancel our karaoke nights.”
You give him a tight smile and nod, turning away when you remember how you encouraged him to cancel your guys’ trip back home a couple weeks prior.
“Dokyeom, why don’t you bring Seona with you tomorrow?” Seungkwan suggests, and you bite the inside of your cheek at the mention of Seokmin’s almost girlfriend. The brunette raises an eyebrow, “Don’t you think it’s too soon?”
“Why would it be too soon? Haven’t you guys been on like five dates already?” Soonyoung asks, and Seokmin nods his head. “Then invite her. She should meet your best friends anyways, especially the one you’ve known since you were a baby.”
Seokmin glances at you after the mention, and he watches as you just quietly gaze off to the side with a blank expression on your face. He purses his lips, and gently nudges your shoulder, making you blink and turn towards him.
“Hm?”
“Do you think I should invite Seona?” Seokmin asks you, and you stay quiet for a moment. Turning away, you stare down at your shoes as the four of you walk, trying to think of how to respond.
This would be a good thing, you’re going to meet Seona at some point anyways. You don’t see why he shouldn’t invite her.
But even as you tell yourself this, you still feel the lingering bitterness in the back of your throat as you turn to Seokmin and give him a small smile.
“Yeah, I don’t see why not.”
“Yn! Here.” You snap out of your thoughts to see Seona smiling at you, holding the shot glass out to you. You immediately let out an, ah, and take it from her grasp while bowing your head as a thanks. The two of you stare at each other awkwardly for a moment, before you hold out the glass towards her,
“Cheers?”
Seona immediately smiles, nodding her head and clinking her shot glass against yours.
“Cheers!”
You watch as she starts to down the soju, and your eyes trail over to Seokmin as he sings. The colorful lights in the room shine over his face, painting him in different colors as he smiles widely at Soonyoung and Seungkwan’s antics. His eyes sparkle from the light of the TV, but it’s almost like stars were scattered in the depths of his eyes as he lets out a happy laugh mid-song. The sound of the shot glass slamming onto the table is what tears your attention away from your childhood friend, and you quickly down the shot of soju in your hand with ease.
“Wow, you’re a lot better than me at taking shots.” Seona states once you place the shot glass back onto the table, and you shake your head as you wipe your lips with the back of your hand. “Trust me, I’m not as good as you think.”
Seona smiles at this and turns her attention towards the three stooges once the sound of their singing stops. Your eyes remain on her as Seokmin sits down beside her, and you take the time to glance over her features.
She’s pretty, you think to yourself when she giggles at something Seokmin says. Your attention is quickly grabbed by Soonyoung wrapping an arm over your shoulders. You turn to him with a grin, and he just gives you a small smile while shaking you a bit.
“Are you drunk, Hoshi?” You tease, reaching up and resting the back of your hand on his forehead to see how warm he is. He just chuckles and swats your hand away, “I’m just tispy, what about you? You haven’t sung yet.”
“Don’t feel like it tonight.” You tell him, and he just nods his head at your answer, even though he knows the reason why.
“Seona, why don’t you sing? You haven’t sung in a while.” Seungkwan points out, gaining the attention of you and Soonyoung as you both turn to her. You watch as her cheeks turn red, and she quickly waves her hand shyly, “Instead of me, why don’t we have Dokyeom sing? I think he’d sing very well to a ballad.”
The brunette lets out a quiet chuckle and takes a sip of water, staying quiet as Soonyoung and Seungkwan start to chant his name so that he’ll sing. He blinks when Seona even joins in on their chanting, but he notices a familiar voice missing from the loudness in the room.
His eyes trail over to you, leaning back against the couch as you quietly look through the song book. The colorful lights occasionally shine over your face, illuminating your features in one of the bright colors. He notices the slight furrow to your brows as you turn the page, and he wonders what’s going on in your mind.
“Dokyeom!” He snaps out of his trance, turning to Seona to see her looking at him expectantly. He lets out a strained chuckle, one that doesn’t go unnoticed by Seungkwan as the redhead raises an eyebrow at him.
“Sorry, what did you say?” Seokmin asks, and Seona teasingly rolls her eyes at the fact that he spaced out. You watch as she hands him the microphone and repeats, “Go sing a ballad with that pretty voice of yours.”
“Oooo~ she said you have a pretty voice.” Soonyoung teases, making Seungkwan let out a cackle beside you. Seokmin rolls his eyes at them, before standing up from the couch and pressing the numbers on the microphone to play a song.
You reach over to pour yourself another shot of soju, only to freeze when the instrumental of the song begins to play. You slowly glance up to the screen, just to see the title of the song reflecting back into your eyes.
“This beautiful life…” Seokmin sings, and Soonyoung lets out a cheer at the sound of the brunette’s honey-like voice that resonates through the room. You bite the inside of your cheek, a memory coming to mind as you stare at your childhood friend singing before you.
You sit outside of the venue, watching as the rain hits the pavement while clad in the expensive attire you bought just for tonight.
“So, I’m going to assume that you’re enjoying prom.”
You turn your head and look up to see Seokmin staring down at you with a mischievous look in his eyes. You snort and turn away, letting out a breath as you reach up and scratch the back of your head.
“Everyone always said prom is a night you’ll never forget. They failed to mention the possibility of a terrible dj and high school seniors whose idea of dancing is just jumping around.” You explain, feeling a bit sad that the night you’ve been looking forward to ended up being more disappointing than fulfilling.
Seokmin nods his head in agreement, remembering how excited you’ve been for the last few weeks. From the moment you found what you wanted to wear, to finishing all your homework early so that there’s no need to worry about it later, and even helping him choose his tuxedo.
“Did anyone ask you to dance?” He asks, and you let out a scoff at the question. “Who would ask me to dance?”
“A lot of people.” Seokmin answers with ease, and you roll your eyes. “Don’t tease me, Dokyeomie.”
“I’m not! If you would’ve stuck around inside a bit longer, you would’ve been asked to slow dance.”
“Oh yeah? By who?” You ask with a frown, and your childhood friend smiles softly down at you. You watch as he extends his hand out to you,
“Me.”
You blink at his outstretched hand, before looking back up at him with a pout to your lips. “You’re just doing this to make me feel better.”
Seokmin squints at you, “I’m doing this because I want to dance with my best friend, now get up!”
Biting the inside of your cheek, you eventually reach out and rest your hand on top of his. He helps you get up from the pavement, and pulls out his phone from his pocket. You watch as he quickly types in a song on his spotify, hand still holding yours as he presses play. You raise an eyebrow at the song choice, and he places his phone on the spot where you were sitting.
“Beautiful by Crush?” You ask with a grin, and he nods his head.
“It’s a nice ass song.” Seokmin retorts, and you snort, knowing that he’s right. He tentatively reaches out with his other hand and rests it on your waist, while he adjusts his grasp on your right hand. You press your lips together, before reaching out and resting your hand on his shoulder.
The two of you start swaying, the sound of the rain falling onto the ground and the song playing from Seokmin’s phone merging together. You keep your eyes trained on his tie, feeling too shy to maintain eye contact with your childhood friend. Whereas Seokmin keeps his eyes on you, admiring how pretty you look underneath the dim lighting of the street lights.
“Beautiful my love, beautiful your heart.” Seokmin sings quietly, and you finally glance up into his eyes, just to suck in a breath when you see that he’s already looking at you.
“Yn.” Seokmin says, and you look back down at his tie.
“What?”
“How mad would you be if I took two steps to the left and made us dance in the rain?” You let out a laugh and shake your head, “There’s no way you would—”
You’re cut off when he quickly takes two steps to the left and drags you along with him. You let out a squeal when you feel the rain hit your body, and Seokmin laughs when you turn to him with a death glare.
“Lee Seokmin!” You exclaim, trying your best to appear angry, but the smile that’s threatening to take over your features is making it hard to do so. Seokmin smiles brightly when he sees the corner of your lips quirk upwards, and he takes the opportunity to spin you around in the rain.
You laugh as you spin back towards Seokmin, and he places his hand on your waist once again. You brush away your wet hair that’s beginning to stick on your cheeks, before grasping his warm hand.
And while the rest of the seniors at your high school dance inside the museum, enjoying their prom. The two of you dance underneath the rain.
Enjoying each other.
You’re snapped out of the memory when Seungkwan cheers loudly, and you look up to see Seokmin staring at you with warmth dripping from his eyes as he sings softly into the microphone. Your heart stutters within your chest, finding yourself unable to look away when he lets out a small smile and sings the last line.
“Mmm~ this beautiful life.”
He lowers the microphone from his lips, the last note of the song resounding throughout the room. Soonyoung and Seungkwan stand up immediately, cheering loudly as if they were in a concert. While you just stare at your childhood friend in silence, trying to ignore the feeling in your chest that you’ve been denying for so long.
The sound of a throat clearing is heard from beside you, and you turn your head to see Seona standing up from the couch. The three turn to glance at her, and she just gives them a smile as she points towards the door, “I’m going to go get some air.”
And with that, Seona steps out of the room without another word.
Seokmin blinks when the door shuts behind her, and Soonyoung and Seungkwan exchange a concerned look before turning back to the brunette. Seokmin purses his lips and places the microphone gently onto the table, “I’m gonna go check on her.”
The three of you nod, and he lets out a breath as he walks over to the door. He spares you one last glance, before opening the door and stepping out of the room.
The three of you are left in an awkward silence, unsure of what to do with the sudden tension that’s arisen with the couple now gone. You bite the inside of your cheek, and stand up from the couch, gaining the attention of Soonyoung and Seungkwan.
You gesture to the door, “I’m going to go pee.”
“Want us to accompany you?” Soonyoung asks as you reach out to the door handle, and you bite back a laugh as you glance back at him. “I appreciate the thought, but no.”
You open the door and step out of the karaoke room, sucking in a deep breath as the door shuts behind you. Running a hand through your hair, you walk to the bathroom and rest your hands on the bathroom counter. You bite your bottom lip, and hang your head low, letting out a shaky breath.
“Why do I feel like shit?” You quietly ask yourself, staring down at the white sink for the fear of seeing your emotions all too clearly if you look in the mirror.
Clenching the edge of the counter, you shake your head and leave the bathroom. It’s when you walk past the entrance of the karaoke place that you briefly look up from the floor, only to pause at the sight you see right before you.
Outside of the doors is Seona and Seokmin, with her arms wrapped around his waist as she keeps her head nuzzled in his chest. Then there’s the brunette, gently patting her back as he stares up at the ceiling.
You walk away right when he’s about to turn his head, feeling your heart thump violently against your chest as you head to the karaoke room. It’s when your hand rests on the doorknob, and you glance back down the hallway, that you finally realize.
Oh.
“So that’s what this feeling is.” You mutter with a chuckle, turning back towards the door in front of you. You turn the knob and push the door open, straining a smile when Soonyoung and Seungkwan greet you happily, but your heart remains heavy.
It’s jealousy.
“Lee Seokmin.” Your childhood friend looks up at you from his lunch, and you grin when a smile immediately breaks out onto his face. “Yn! Come sit.”
You raise your hands up and wave them, “I’m having lunch with my friends at another table. I just came over here to ask if your mom packed extra banana milk.”
Seokmin purses his lips at you, before nodding his head and pulling out the sweet beverage. You take it from his grasp with a bright smile on your face, “Yay! Thank you Deokyeomie~”
“Mhm, I’ll see you after school.” Seokmin tells you, and you give him a thumbs up. Glancing up to see his friends staring at you, you nod your head towards them in greeting, before turning around and walking back over to your table.
Jungkook nudges Seokmin’s shoulder, and he turns towards his friend, “What?”
He reaches out and opens Seokmin’s lunch bag, revealing that it’s empty. “Your mom only packed you one, why’d you give it to yn?”
Seokmin shrugs, glancing over at your table to see you happily drinking from the beverage. He lets out a fond smile at the sight, his heart feeling warm just from seeing you so happy by the drink. He turns back towards his lunch as he quietly lies,
“I don’t really like banana milk.”
Seokmin jumps slightly in his chair when a juice box is placed before him, and he shoots Seona a smile. “Thanks.”
She raises an eyebrow at how he reacted when she handed him the juice box, and she lets out a teasing grin, “What were you thinking about that made you so scared of a juice box?”
Seokmin rolls his eyes as he stabs the straw through the hole, taking a sip of the beverage as he glances around the ice skating rink. There’s not many people here like there usually would be in the Winter, but he supposes that it could be a good thing.
“Was just thinking of banana milk.” Seokmin replies, and Seona’s eyes widen slightly. He glances at the girl across from him. and he tilts his head when he sees her slightly worried expression. “What’s wrong?”
“Did you want banana milk instead of lychee juice?” Seona asks, and Seokmin looks down at the juice box in his hands. He chuckles at the container, before looking back up at Seona and shaking his head. “No, I just thought of a funny memory with it.”
Seona nods her head, looking a bit more relieved as she leans back into her seat. She drinks from her own bottle of juice, watching Seokmin as he gazes around the ice rink with a faraway look to his eyes.
She bites her bottom lip and places the bottle onto the table after a moment of silence settles over them, “Dokyeom.”
He turns his head and glances at her, “Yeah, Seona?”
“Have you been enjoying our dates?” Seona asks, fiddling with her fingers nervously underneath the table. Seokmin nods his head, “They’ve been fun, and I’ve been enjoying getting to know you better.”
Seona tries to ignore the warmth that floods her face from his kind words, knowing that the next question she’s about to ask is going to make this happy feeling flood away immediately. Seokmin picks up the juice box to take a sip, and she lets out a shaky breath,
“Do you like yn?”
Seokmin pauses, drink still held up to his face as he tries to comprehend what was just asked. He slowly sets the juice box down onto the table, before looking at Seona with a confused expression on his face.
“Where did this come from?”
Seona rubs her hands on her jeans, feeling conflicted in whether or not she wants to continue this conversation. She already knows the answer, it’s been obvious from the moment she first started liking the brunette. However, a small part of her still has the smallest ounce of hope that she may have gotten him to like her.
“From the moment I started liking you,” Seona begins, and Seokmin leans forward onto the table. “I noticed how close you and yn are.”
He nods his head like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “We’re childhood friends.”
“And I know that, but I don’t think either of you realize that best friends don’t look at each other the way you two do.” Seokmin freezes, and Seona lets out a sad smile, the hope that she had immediately disappears from his reaction alone. Clenching her fists, she continues. “You look at yn like they’re the most precious thing in the world, and yn looks at you as if you’re their whole world. Best friends don’t look at each other like that.”
“Yn… looks at me that way?” Seokmin asks quietly, and Seona nods her head.
“Yn looks at you with so much love in their gaze, but I noticed that when I went to karaoke with you guys, their eyes held more pain that time.”
Seokmin bites the inside of his cheek, and lowers his head towards the table. The corner of Seona’s lips quirks upward, and she reaches out and gently pats the top of the brunette’s head.
“I think you should talk to yn.” Seona murmurs, and Seokmin shuts his eyes tightly as he lets out a breath.
“I’m really sorry, Seona.”
Seona giggles and taps the top of Seokmin’s head, making him glance up to see her smiling at him softly. She tilts her head at him, “Thank you for giving me a chance, but I want you to be happy.”
“And that’s how I ended up with this bruise on the top of my head.” Soonyoung finishes, putting a piece of cucumber in his mouth as he lets you and Seungkwan gauge what he just said.
You blink, “So, you were looking down at the sidewalk when you saw… a lizard.”
“Yes.”
Seungkwan scoots forward, “And you kept staring at it as you were walking… until you ended up slamming head-first into a pole.”
Soonyoung takes a sip of water, “Yes, that’s correct.”
You and Seungkwan exchange a glance, before turning back towards the blonde. Soonyoung glances up when a beat of silence passes, just for you and Seungkwan to burst into laughter when you catch sight of the large bruise on his forehead.
“It’s not funny!” Soonyoung shouts when you slap the table from laughing so hard, but you can see the smile that’s threatening to break out over his features. Seungkwan’s about to tease him further when Soonyoung glances over his head, and a look of relief flashes over his face.
“Seokmin! Can you please back me up here?”
The rest of your laughter quickly dies in your throat when you turn around to see Seokmin walking up to the table. He raises an eyebrow at the blonde as he pulls out the empty chair beside you and sits down, “What’d you do now?”
“What’d I–What did I do now?!” Soonyoung exclaims, and Seungkwan snorts at the obvious offense that was taken. “You guys are always so mean to me. What if that was my last straw? What if I went out into the middle of the road and just laid on it, waiting for a car to run over my dumbass, huh? What if I went out of my way and got a jar of nuts and shoved them all down my esophagus—”
“You’re not even allergic to nuts—”
“BUT WHAT IF I WAS?!”
The rest of Soonyoung’s rant gets tuned out when you feel an elbow nudge yours, and you turn your head to see Seokmin staring at you with a small smile that makes your heart ache within your chest. “Not going to greet me?”
You let out a dry chuckle and turn towards your lunch as you quietly say, “Hi, Seokmin.”
The brunette’s eyebrows furrow slightly at your halfhearted greeting, a stark contrast to how you usually react when you see him.
He nudges you again to get your attention, but you shove a spoonful of rice into your mouth before abruptly standing up from the table. Soonyoung and Seungkwan both look up at you with wide eyes, and you just give them a tight lipped smile.
“I have a meeting on the other side of campus in like fifteen minutes, so I’m going to head out early.”
Without another word, you excuse yourself and leave the table. Leaving the three to just watch you in a state of confusion, having not heard anything about your meeting beforehand.
“I was going to ask them if we could talk.” Seokmin murmurs to himself, and Seungkwan raises an eyebrow.
“About what?” Seokmin only glances at the redhead, not giving him a response as he lets out a sigh. He looks off in the direction you left in once again as he quietly mutters,
“I’ll just talk to them tomorrow, I guess.”
Seokmin didn’t end up talking to you tomorrow. In fact, he hasn’t been able to talk to you for two weeks.
Because you’ve been avoiding him.
“You’re a motherfucker.” Jeonghan deadpans after you answer his question as to why he hasn’t seen you with Seokmin in so long. Glancing around the cafe, you let out a sigh and nod your head, leaning back into your seat as you mutter, “I know.”
“You know how sad he must feel that his best friend is ghosting him?”
“I am not ghosting him!” You exclaim, only for Jeonghan to give you a pointed stare. You shrink back and quietly say, “I am just… not responding to any of his texts or calls, and leaving whenever he comes up to the lunch table.”
Jeonghan continues to squint at you in silence, and you bite the inside of your cheek. You huff out a breath and rest your forehead onto the table guiltily, “I’m a terrible person.”
Since the night at the karaoke bar, you’ve been taking every chance to spend as little time with Seokmin as possible. From telling him you’re busy whenever he asks you to come over, to not responding to any of his messages, and to leaving Seungkwan and Soonyoung whenever you see him walk over.
By doing this, you’ve been hanging out more with the friend you made in your first year of uni, Yoon Jeonghan.
“Why don’t you go and fix it then?” Jeonghan suggests, and you shake your head on the table. The blonde presses his lips into a thin line, “And why not?”
You stare down at your folded hands underneath the table, the realization of your feelings from the other night coming back to you at full blast. Shutting your eyes tightly, you stay quiet as Jeonghan just stares at the top of your head.
“Why are you acting like you’ve discovered you’re in love with your best friend so now you’re doing everything to avoid them in hopes that your feelings will disappear?” Jeonghan asks, watching as your shoulders turn rigged from the question. He rests his chin onto the palm of his hand, now more curious than before.
“Yn.” Jeonghan says, poking the top of your head when you don’t move. He blinks when you slowly sit up from the table, and his eyes widen when he sees the tears falling from your eyes. “Yn, why are you crying—”
“Because I am.” You mutter, and Jeonghan tilts his head as he reaches out to wipe away your tears with one of the table napkins. “You’re what?”
You bite the inside of your cheek and lower your head, more tears falling from your eyes as you try to muster up the courage to say it. The blonde steps out from his side of the booth and moves to scoot in beside you, but pauses when you finally confess through your tears,
“I’m in love with Seokmin.”
Seokmin sits at the lunch table with Soonyoung and Seungkwan, quietly pushing around his food with his chopsticks as the two have a heated discussion about the perilla leaf debate.
“Jesus Christ, it’s a leaf, Soonyoung!”
“First it’s a leaf, and then it’s ADULTERY!”
Seokmin picks up a piece of the braised beef and places it into his mouth, chewing the soft meat as he glances over towards the doors of the cafeteria. His eyes widen when he sees you enter, eyes trained to your phone as you subconsciously walk over in the table’s direction.
He watches as you finally look up, and seemingly freeze in your spot when you lock eyes with him. He tentatively raises his hand up to wave at you, only for you to do a complete 180 and hurry out of the cafeteria. Seokmin quickly stands up from the table, grabbing his bag and turns towards the two, “I’m heading out early, text you guys later.”
Without hearing their response, he rushes through the cafeteria and runs after you. Leaving Soonyoung and Seungkwan to just look off in the direction the brunette ran off in, before turning towards each other.
“Do you think they’ll talk it out?” Soonyoung asks, and Seungkwan lets out a low whistle.
“I sure fucking hope so, I need to hear their input on this stupid ass debate.”
Seokmin pushes through the doors and frantically looks around, feeling a bit of relief when he sees the back of your head as you walk through the crowds. He quickly hurries after you, accidentally bumping into a few students on his way over.
You stare down at the ground as you walk away from the cafeteria, your thoughts remaining on how dejected Seokmin looked when you turned around and walked away. You rub the back of your neck and sigh, “God, I’m such a dick.”
You’re about to reach down for your phone when you suddenly feel a hand gently grasp your wrist, and you quickly glance back, only to stop.
Seokmin’s staring at you, his chest visibly rising up and down as he tries to catch his breath from running after you. His eyes look desperate, having been wanting to speak to you for weeks but you just never gave him the time of day.
“Yn, can we please talk—”
“I’m really busy, Seokmin. I’m on my way to—”
“Dokyeomie.” He interrupts as he stares down at his hand holding your wrist, and you pause.
“What?”
“You… You've always called me Dokyeomie. Whenever we see each other, you say, Hi Dokyeomie~ but recently you only say hi Seokmin, or sorry I’m busy, or you just leave as soon as you see me.” Seokmin says, slowly looking up into your eyes. Your heart stutters when you finally see the pain in his gaze, a direct consequence of your actions.
“Can you please just… stop avoiding me?” Seokmin asks in a small voice, and you bite down so hard that the inside of your mouth begins to taste metallic.
You want to stop avoiding him. You want to go back to old times and act like nothing’s wrong, or nothing has changed.
But you can’t.
“Seokmin, I’m really busy.” You lie, and he shakes his head at you. “I’ve known you since we were babies, yn. I know when you’re lying.”
You clench your fist at your side and glance over his shoulder, only to pause when you lock eyes with those familiar brown ones that you haven’t seen in a couple of weeks.
Seona.
You watch as her gaze slowly travels down, and you blink, before you glance down and find Seokmin’s hand still latched onto your wrist. You sharply inhale and quickly rip your hand out of his grasp, before looking back up into the brunette’s eyes, now looking more hurt than he did just a second ago.
“Yn?”
“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think you do.” You mutter, and you watch as his face falls. He takes a step backwards, almost as if he was dealt a blow as he asks in a quiet voice, “What?”
Pressing your nails into the palm of your hand, you adjust your bag over your shoulder and say, “I have to go. I’ll see you later.”
With that, you turn around and walk away. While Seokmin stands there, watching you leave him until you disappear around the corner. He bites his bottom lip, and lets out a dejected breath as your words replay in his head.
maybe you don’t know me as well as you think you do.
“Dokyeomie!” His head pops up immediately at the call of his name, looking over towards the doors of the classroom to see you waving your hand at him excitedly. He smiles brightly and stands up from his desk, hurrying over to you as his friends watch the two of you interact.
“My mom packed some extra bulgogi for you.” You tell him, holding out the small bag that holds the tupperware. He grins and takes it from your grasp, “I’ll stop by your place later to give her my thanks.”
“Do you wanna get boba before we head back home after school? I’ve been experiencing withdrawals.” You mutter, rubbing your stomach when it rumbles from the thought of the delicious drink. Seokmin chuckles at your acting, reaching out and patting your head fondly as you break into a giggle.
“Of course, yn.”
You look into his eyes, seeing the warmth in his gaze as he stares at you. Your face warms up immediately when the memory of that rainy day comes to mind, and you quickly avert your gaze with a nervous laugh. You open your mouth to tell him that you need to head back to class when you hear his friend call out,
“Are you guys dating?!”
You and Seokmin immediately turn towards his friend group, seeing Bambam smiling mischievously at the two of you like he just solved the hardest riddle. Seokmin rolls his eyes, “No, we’re not.”
“Then did you give our Seokminie his first kiss?” Yugyeom asks, chin resting on top of Jungkook’s head as he giggles. Seokmin’s about to respond again when you suddenly exclaim,
“No! Seokmin and I are childhood friends and always will be. You guys should know that by now! It would be gross to kiss him.”
Jungkook waves his hands at the two of you in surrender after your outburst, “Okay! We were just messing with you guys.”
You let out a huff and turn towards Seokmin, giving him a small wave as you say, “I need to head back to my classroom now, but I’ll see you after school.”
“Yeah, I’ll see you later.” Seokmin mutters, but you fail to notice the empty look in his eyes as you walk away.
A hand resting on your shoulder snaps you out of the distant memory, and you turn your head to see Jeonghan holding out a bottle of soju for you to grab. You give him a small smile and take it from his grasp, muttering a quiet thanks as you quickly down some of the alcohol.
“Jesus.” Jeonghan states when you lower the bottle and suck in a deep breath. You wipe your lips with the back of your hand, and squint your eyes at him. “I’m getting drunk to forget my mistakes, so I don’t wanna hear any of your lecturing tonight.”
He rolls his eyes and flicks you on the forehead, making you squeak and rub the sore area. Frowning, you gently kick him in the shin, “Why would you do that?!”
“You calling the advice I gave that you asked for as,” He lifts up his hand and makes air quotes, “lecturing, is very annoying and I don’t wanna hear it. I took you to this party because I know you’re going through it, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be careful.”
You bite your bottom lip, knowing that Jeonghan’s right as he takes a swig of soju from his own bottle. He leans against the kitchen counter and points at you, “Don’t be stupid, okay?”
You let out a sigh and nod your head, giving him an apologetic smile, “I won’t.”
“That’s all I needed to hear.” Jeonghan tells you, before glancing over towards the living room where everyone’s dancing. He crinkles his nose at how sweaty everyone must be, and looks off to the side as he takes another sip of soju.
He turns towards you, and presses his lips into a thin line when he sees you staring at the colorful lights bouncing off the walls with a faraway look in your eyes. Letting out a sigh, he turns towards the kitchen counter and eyes the vodka.
“Yn.” He says, breaking you out of your dazed state as you turn to him with a raised eyebrow. The blonde lets out a devilish grin and holds up two shot glasses, nodding his head towards the vodka.
“Let’s take shots.”
You step out of the frat house and sit down on the side of the steps, letting the cool night air blow past you as you stare down at the grass.
It’s been a few hours since you and Jeonghan arrived at the party, and the plan to get drunk and forget everything has failed. The more shots you took with the blonde, the more your thoughts trailed back towards Seokmin’s pretty smile, so you had to stop after 4 shots.
It’s been an hour since you stopped, and now you’re more sober than you had intended. Jeonghan’s inside the house, retelling stories of him and Seungcheol in high school to a group of people who had gathered in the kitchen. You told him you needed some fresh air and stepped out of the house, but now you’re left alone with your thoughts.
“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think you do.” You mutter, and you watch as his face falls. He takes a step backwards, almost as if he was dealt a blow as he asks, “What?”
You rub the back of your neck at the memory, only to pause when you feel something wet fall onto your forehead. Reaching up, you wipe away the droplet and glance down at your skin, seeing the remnants of the raindrop on the back of your hand.
You blink when another droplet falls onto your hand, and you look up to see rain beginning to descend down from the night sky. You can’t even move as the rain starts to fall harder, just letting it soak through your clothes as you stay where you’re seated.
“Spring rain, almost like an old friend.” You murmur quietly, before letting out a quiet sigh. Lowering your head into your arms, you just feel the rain fall onto you as you close your eyes.
The sound of the rain falling around you mixes in with the loud bass of the music going on from inside of the house, and you try to ignore how cold you feel from the raindrops pouring over you.
Wait.
You pause, and slowly blink your eyes open when you realize that you haven’t been feeling the rain hitting your body for over a minute now. You lift up your head from your arms, only for your breath to hitch when you find yourself staring into those pretty brown eyes that you’ve been avoiding all this time.
Seokmin is standing before you, hair resting softly over his forehead. He’s clad in only a sweatshirt with matching grey sweats, and he’s holding an umbrella over your head as he looks at you with a defeated expression on his face.
“S-Seokmin?” You stutter, and he manages to give you a tired smile as he nods his head.
“Come on, yn.”
Biting your bottom lip, you stand up from the steps and begin to walk beside the brunette.
The two of you walk quietly, the sound of the Spring rain pattering the ground being the only thing that’s filling the uncomfortable silence as you walk side by side. You turn to glance at your childhood friend, and you notice the dark bags adorning his eyes as he stares straight ahead.
He hasn’t been sleeping well, you think to yourself when you turn away. Clenching your fist at your side as more guilt floods you, you finally break the silence, “How’d you know I was at a party?”
“Jeonghan called and told me to come get you.” Seokmin answers quietly, and you almost let out a scoff when the name falls past his lips. You glance down at the sidewalk as you whisper under your breath, “Traitor.”
“Did you drink a lot? You don’t seem drunk.” Seokmin asks, and you shrug your shoulders as you look off to the side. “Not really—I only took four shots.”
“Four shots? You usually pass out at three.” Your head snaps towards the brunette as you shoot him a glare, “That was one time! And it was when we first started drinking too!”
Seokmin lets out a chuckle at your outburst as he turns to look at you, “It was the fifth time we drank, and it was because you didn’t eat anything before then.”
Your expression falters at the fact that he remembers something as small as that, and the brunette seems to notice the sudden change in your attitude when you turn away. He lets out a breath and turns back towards the front.
“You didn’t have to come get me.” You mutter, and Seokmin shakes his head. “You know that I can’t let you walk home yourself.”
You bite the inside of your cheek at his answer, before blurting out, “What would Seona think?”
Seokmin presses his lips into a thin line at your question, “Seona and I are just friends, yn.”
“You said you were going to try with her—”
“Well, yeah. Maybe if you didn’t fucking ghost me then you would know that I told Seona I wanted to be just friends a month ago.” Seokmin snaps, and you stop walking. The brunette halts as well, turning to you and making sure the umbrella is still over your head.
“I-I wasn’t ghosting you.” You stutter, and the brunette scoffs.
“Yn, I haven’t been able to talk to you properly for a month. You haven’t been responding to my texts, haven’t been answering my calls, you run away whenever I walk over to your lunch table, and you never even say hi to me!”
“I was busy!” You exclaim, and Seokmin can only stare at you in disbelief. He looks up at his umbrella, before looking back at you with a pained expression on his face.
“Why are you acting like this?”
Your eyebrows furrow, “Acting like what?”
“Acting like a liar.” Seokmin states, and you let out a dry laugh at the term even though you know he’s right.
You just can’t bring yourself to admit it.
“That’s rich coming from someone who went on dates with a girl he didn’t even have feelings for!” You shout, and Seokmin’s eyes widen, before quickly narrowing into slits. “I only went for it because you pushed me to go for it.”
“I’m only your childhood friend. Why would you even need my opinion on that?!”
“BECAUSE I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!” Seokmin yells, and you feel your heart stop. He looks down at the ground, his shoulders rising and falling as he tries to calm down. He glances back up at you, and you suck in a breath when you see the glassiness in his eyes.
“I have loved you since the day that we first met when you were five, and I was six. I tucked a daisy I plucked from the ground and put it behind your ear, and you turned to me with such a pretty smile that it could outrival the moon.” Seokmin begins, watching as you stare at him in a state of disbelief. He blinks away tears as he stares into your eyes, before continuing.
“I have loved you since the day I fell off those god forsaken monkey bars in the third grade, and you gave me a piggyback ride all the way to the nurses office. I have loved you since the day we entered high school, and you accidentally shaved off half of your eyebrow so you had to fill it in with pencil for a month.”
“S-Seokmin.”
“I have loved you since the day that we kissed when we were sixteen.” Seokmin confesses, and you can only stand in silence as tears begin to fall from his eyes as he looks at you. His grip on the umbrella handle tightens, “I have loved you since the day you told my friends in high school that you would never love me as more than your childhood friend, and I still love you now, even though you’ve never showed any signs of reciprocation.”
Your heart thumps hard against your chest as you stare at your childhood friend, no words forming in your throat as his confession digests.
Seokmin lets out a heartbreakingly beautiful smile at your silence, already knowing the answer as he reaches out and grasps your hand. You watch as he wordlessly places the umbrella into the palm of your hand, and steps out from underneath it, letting the rain fall onto him as he stares at you.
“I still love you now, but I know that you don’t love me in the same way.” Seokmin whispers, before turning around and beginning to walk away from you.
Panic seizes your heart when he turns around and starts walking. The rain begins to fall in slow motion as his figure starts to grow smaller the farther he grows, and tears fall from your eyes, blurring your vision as you cry out,
“I LOVE YOU!”
Seokmin pauses, staring down at the sidewalk with wide eyes as the rain soaks through his clothes.
“Ever since we kissed underneath the Spring rain, I’ve loved you! I just never wanted to admit it because I was too afraid of losing you.” You suck in shaky breaths as your body slowly begins to be wracked with sobs. “I-I buried everything deep inside because I was s-so scared of losing you. When you asked me if you should go for Seona, I said yes even though I d-didn’t want to. I didn’t want you to be with her, but I said yes because I’m a coward who couldn’t admit my feelings.”
You wipe away the tears falling from your eyes, to try and see if Seokmin is even there, but more continue to pour out as you feel yourself begin to hyperventilate.
“I-I know I’m stupid! I avoided you because I w-was scared of my feelings and I d-didn’t want to ruin everything. I’m s-so sorry it took this long to admit, b-but I love you.”
You’re sobbing at this point, unable to even say the words properly as the rain continues to fall. You clutch at your chest as you try to suck in a deep breath to continue, when suddenly the umbrella is knocked from your hands as hands reach out and cup your face. Your eyes widen, and before you can even say anything, Seokmin’s lips are pressed against yours.
The cold Spring rain falls onto the two of you as you kiss, but there’s not a care in the world for how sick you both will be the next day as you rest your hands against his chest, and his thumb strokes your cheek. He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, the two of you trying to catch your breath as you stare into each other’s eyes.
“You… you dumbass. Why didn’t you say anything?” Seokmin asks, and you sniffle as more tears begin to fall, “Did you not hear my whole confession? You b-bastard, I literally explained why.”
Seokmin lets out a wet laugh at your response, before shaking his head at you. He strokes the apple of your cheek with his thumb, a small smile appearing over his features as he stares into your pretty eyes.
“Can you say it again?” He asks quietly, and you smile softly.
“I love you, Dokyeomie.”
Seokmin’s eyes visibly brighten, and before you can say anything else, he’s already leaning in and kissing you again.
And just like that one day in the Spring of your guys’ sophomore year of high school, the two of you find yourselves kissing underneath the rain once again.
“So, let me get this straight.” Seungkwan begins, and you and Seokmin wait for him to continue. The brunette picks up a piece of popcorn from the bag he just popped for himself and plops it into his mouth.
“You and Seokmin have been in love with each other for years but never said anything until recently, and now the two of you are dating.” Seungkwan says slowly as Soonyoung nibbles on dried pollock, waiting for your guys’ answer.
You and Seokmin exchange a knowing glance, before he reaches out and wraps an arm around your shoulders. The two of you turn back towards Seungkwan and Soonyoung, and nod your heads with growing smiles.
“Yes, yes we are.”
Jeonghan steps out of the kitchen with a bowl of chips, popping one into his mouth as he walks over to you guys, “It’s true, I played a big part in their confession.”
You roll your eyes, “Played a big part by being a traitor.”
“Yeah, yeah. I think you deserved it based on how long you moped about being in love with your best friend.”
“Awe, you moped over me?” Seokmin asks in a cutesy voice, making you turn to him with a blank stare. He clears his throat at your reaction and turns away, feeling awkward as he glances at Jeonghan and points at him. “Yeah! Traitor!”
Jeonghan’s mouth drops open in shock, and Soonyoung throws his head back in laughter while Seungkwan snorts. Jeonghan shakes his head and turns towards the TV, “It forreal be your own.”
You giggle and turn your head to look at your boyfriend, just to find him already staring at you with a fond smile on his face. He reaches out and gently pats the top of your head, making you close your eyes with a grin.
He leans in and whispers in your ear, “I love you, yn.” before leaning back to see your reaction. He feels his heart warm when you slowly open your eyes and look at his face with a soft smile.
He raises an eyebrow when you suddenly lift up a piece of his popcorn that you secretly stole from the bag on his lap, and toss it into your mouth with a shit-eating grin as you reply,
“I love you too, Dokyeomie.”
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timestamp: rain
it’s 10:45 pm when seokmin watches you leave.
๑彡 lee seokmin x gender neutral!reader
๑彡 slice of life!au — fluff(?), angst
๑彡 paragraph format — 0.2K words
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๑彡 i wrote this on a whim and somehow finished it in an hour. not really sure where the sudden inspo came from bc it’s definitely not sara sara.
In another life, you and Seokmin would be dancing under the rain. Laughing, kissing, living a scene from a romance movie.
In another life, you and Seokmin would be leaving raindrops in the hallway. Giggling like children, playfully scolding the other for making a trail of dirty water to be cleaned up later.
In another life, you and Seokmin would be preparing dinner after washing off the rain. You would have trouble choosing a movie to curl up to, like any other indecisive domestic couple on a weekend.
In another life, you and Seokmin would be the happiest you could ever be.
But, alas, not in this life.
In this life, you had to insist that you wanted to be the one to leave. Suffocated by the argument you and Seokmin just had. Unable to breathe with the familiarity that engulfed you without comfort.
In this life, Seokmin was only able to stop you from your tracks to hand you an umbrella. Unable to ask you to stay like he really wanted, after a broken "Wait."
In this life, Seokmin was left to watch you from the window. Painfully aware of the tears that mixed with the rain. Powerless to stop them; to stop you. Because Seokmin understood.
In this life, you and Seokmin needed space to be happy.
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“ LULLABIES. ”
* ── ‘ 0.57k words : comfort : lee seokmin x gn! reader : letting go . ’
“sunshine? oh, there you are!”
you glance at his reflection for a second before returning to your routine. seokmin steps into the bathroom and embraces you, his chin resting upon your shoulder. you feel his breath tickle your skin as he kisses your jaw. right as he angles your face to kiss your lips, you push his hand away.
he pulls his body back, hands loosely sat upon your waist. although he tries to read your emotions, he can't figure it out. “did i do something wrong?”
“no, i just got lost in my thoughts.”
seokmin makes a sound of understanding, then wraps his arms around you again. this time, you know he's slipped his hands under your shirt when you feel his cold fingertips draw on your skin absentmindedly. the rest of your routine runs smoothly, and you leave your bathroom with him still attached to you.
he lets go to let you lie down on your bed before hurrying to occupy the other half, his side. your lips curve into a small smile as you watch him plump up the pillows before resting his head upon them. he has a little debate on whether he should keep his feet out of the duvet or not, only to leave one out. almost content with his position, he turns on his side to face you, then closes his eyes.
“minnie?” you whisper.
he curiously peeks with one eye. “yes, sunshine?”
“if you're not too tired.. could you sing the song, please?”
“hm, you haven't requested that one for a while now.” seokmin thinks aloud, eyes now open and focused on you. if you didn't ground yourself, you would have fallen into those cerulean oceans. “if that's want you want, then alright.”
you instinctively shuffle closer to him, afraid to miss a single link of his woven melody. he grins, amused by your resemblance to a drowsy child who's about to hear their favorite bedtime story, but says nothing further. instead, he runs through the instrumental in his head a couple of times, then the words come back to him.
“you are my sunshine, my only sunshine; you make me happy when skies are grey~”
the feeling is warm.. it's familiar. it evokes you to close your eyes, let yourself relax after everything you've been through. you've been holding loads of weight for so long, it's about time that you drop them and wipe your hands off. the tears that have longed to fall now do so freely, cascading down your face like thin streams.
“you'll never know dear, how much i love you.. please don't take my sunshine away~”
his cold hands caress your cheeks, lips pressed firmly upon your temple. “it's okay, sunshine. all will be alright in time.”
speaking is too much, so you settle with a hum. with one good night, he retracts himself and closes his eyes. once the faint whir fills your ears, you reach out to gently touch his face. you've already traced his features several times before, but you just have to do it one last time.
gently, the pads of your fingers draw a line across his jaw and down his neck, until your palm sits upon where his heart should be. the vibrations of his machinery seeps into your skin, its speed slowly decreasing, then comes to a standstill.
“thank you for your service, dokyeom.”
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pls continue seokmins reaction to the ‘avoiding their kisses as a prank’ post 😩
paring: seokmin x female reader
genre:fluff, suggestive, a tinge of smut...?
warnings:kissing, dom!seokmin, post is in all lower caps, pet names getting used
an:hey anon!!! i hope you enjoy this, not sure if you wanted it to lead to a smutty fic but i made it as suggestive as possible with a tinge of smut since i'm unsure, decided to make a fic since now im really whipped for booseoksoon sooo im sooo happy that you sent in a request!!!
note:do not copy my works, reblogs are appreciated!!!
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vocal unit's reaction to you dodging their kisses (this is separate but the original post)
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thinking back to a couple days ago when soonyoung and jeonghan found out about how badly you wanted to prank your boyfriend, how they suggested different things to do to him and giving you encouragement on doing the task when you wanted to brush that idea off. you sat on you and seokmin's shared bed, seokmin currently showing you a video on his phone of the boys during practice. you would usually pay attention, but your mind kept drifting off to the idea of how your boyfriend would react to the prank, deciding if you should just forget about it or if you should take a bold step and do it. seokmin realized that you were paying no more attention by the lack of reaction, he turned his face to look at you and saw you staring into blank space. you were brought our of your deep thoughts by seokmin poking your waist. you jumped and looked at him asking "why? what's wrong seokmin?" he frowned and asked "is there something on your mind? you don't seem to be listening to what i've been saying nor watching the video" you pinched his cheeks as a smile appeared on his face. you responded with "no no its nothing, don't worry, its nothing important, anyways we gotta get ready don't we, unless you forgot about our date tonight~" he quickly scrambled to get ready as you chuckled to yourself.
you decided to do the prank on him. calling seokmin to help you zip your dress up, you see him approach you with a coat in hand whilst he adjusts his shirt cuffs. he looks super handsome and sexy at the same time. you wanted to take him right there and then, the prank slipping from your mind. he zips up your dress up, kissing your shoulder after doing so. you mentally slap yourself for forgetting about the prank and remind yourself that it was your last. hand in hand, he leads you to the car. wanting to place a kiss on your hand before he drives off, taking your hand and lowering his head to place a kiss, you harshly retreat your hand before letting out a "heh... sorry...". seokmin gave you a smile, shaking his head saying "not to worry love". dinner was a breeze, talking about different topics. seokmin kept gazing into your eyes, with a look of adoration and desire, you ignored it, having the goal of getting a reaction out of him for the prank.
reaching home was a breeze, seokmin keeping one hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh. it was quite silent, with some soft music playing in the background. when you reached home, you could feel that there was some sexual tension in the air, trying to escape the gaze of your boyfriend, you quickly unlock the door and enter, trying to get away as soon as possible before you can't resist him. he follows you inside, trying to catch up to you. he grabs you and pulls you into his waist, making you straddle him. he stares at your lips for a moment before going in for a kiss. you react and try not get kissed, then lowering your head, unable to meet his gaze. he frowns, using one finger to tilt your chin to face him and asks "why are you dodging my kisses angel?" , before you say anything, he adds on "i suggest you dont lie." you confess, saying it was a prank. he responds "you think that lil stunt you pulled was funny? what'd u expect my reaction to be? sad, pouty and begging for you to give me kisses again? if you saw the way i was looking at you, you should've got the hint that i wasn't looking to be all soft and cuddly with you. actually wanted to reward you for being such a good girl, but now that you decided to be a brat, you are in for a punishment. i'll expect you to be good to me and not cause anymore trouble for yourself. do you understand?" you sit there, still processing what he said then responding, "uh.. yes seok....." he tuts, saying " thats not my name baby" you blush and lower your head saying "yes s-sir". "raise your head, i want to see you" , you raise your head seeing him smirking at how obedient you are. "now, clothes, off." "wha-at?" you say still surprised at the dominance he's exerting. "you heard me, clothes. off." you quickly oblige and obey, sitting on your knees. "i'm not letting you kiss me or touch me or even yourself, you are going to watch, and if you are good to me, i might give you a reward" you try not to let a whine slip and you nod your head agreeing. you knew at that point that you shouldn't be bothered with having the ability to walk for the next few days.
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home - lee seokmin
genre: fluff, soft seokmin
Going home to an empty apartment is not something you expected. Seokmin is usually the one who arrives home first since his office is closer to the apartment than yours.
On your drive back home earlier, you were already picturing how Seokmin would go, “You’re home!!” as soon as he heard you walking and how he would scoop you into his arms and press kisses on your face. It’s your routine.
So, now when the reality sinks in that you’re not getting Seokmin’s kisses–especially when you’ve been looking forward to it all day–your mood just hits rock bottom.
Heaving out a loud sigh, you drop your bags by the couch and drag your feet to the bedroom. You’ve only taken one step into your shared bedroom, and the scent of Seokmin’s perfume–your favorite one too–hits your senses. It’s painful now that you can practically smell him but he isn’t physically there with you.
You try your best to not let it get to your head and dampen your already down mood even more. Although you find it very exhausting, you still go through your night routine of cleaning up and doing your skincare before finally relaxing on the bed with your phone clutched in your hand.
You:Hey babe When will you be home?
Seokmin:Around 30 mins I guessJoshua hyung’s farewell dinner ran a bit late Sorry :(
At his message, you let out a sigh and drop your phone to the side. Shutting your eyes for a bit, you think that it’s fine to take a quick nap while waiting for Seokmin to arrive home.
Later that night, Seokmin arrives home to a dark and silent apartment. It feels like no one is inside, when in fact, there is.
He tries to not make too much sound as he pushes the door open and walks into your shared bedroom. The sight of you sleeping on the bed, with your phone still within reach and your feet still bare of any socks, makes a small smile bloom on his face. He knows that you fell asleep while waiting for him. While it makes him feel bad–a little bit–but the way you sleep adorably on the bed makes him want to coo.
Not wanting to make you wait any longer, Seokmin finishes washing up and preparing for bed at record speed. Grabbing freshly washed fluffy socks from the closet, he sits by your side, on the edge of the bed. He put on each sock on your feet carefully and slowly to not wake you up, but his effort goes to the drain once he sees you shift around and open your eyes slowly.
“Hi,” he whispers, which earns him a pout. “Go back to sleep, okay? I’ll join you in a bit.” Seokmin grabs your phone, puts it on the charger, and makes sure that all the windows are locked before finally joining you in bed.
The way you immediately turn on your side and sling an arm over his chest is worth it, though. He caresses your arm gently and hums under his breath softly, his lullaby pulling you deeper into the dreamland where you meet Seokmin again with a loving smile across his face.
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the only way to get a good sleep
genres: established relationship, fluff!!
pairing: reader x seokmin
words: 1.3k
warnings: none :]
notes: this is for elv @seokmins day! ((it's technically a recast of an old fic of mine so I'm just praying you haven't read that one shhhhhh))
Seokmin misses you lots n lots.
Seokmin hasn’t slept in days.
That’s an exaggeration, of course, but any sleep he’s gotten has been fitful, restless, and generally not a good time.
He never really thought you’d be a catalyst like this. You only moved in two weeks ago -- some of your boxes are still sitting unopened in the living room, waiting for you to unpack them. The closet and dresser space Seokmin freed up for you remains half empty, since you were both too lazy to fully move in, more focused and elated on the fact that you’d finally done it. Seokmin had taken weeks, no, months to finally ask the question, and the way you’d answered so easily (with a smile, a laugh, and a hug) made it seem like all his worrying was ridiculous. The move was stressful, and cancelling your rent with your previous landlord was a nightmare, but the fact that you to would be together made Seokmin see everything through rose-tinted glasses. He didn’t care what he had to go through as long as you shared a home at the end of the day.
Of course, you two had slept in the same bed many times before you moved in, but somehow this was different. In the past two weeks, Seokmin swore he woke up already smiling, simply because you were there; beside him; living with him.
But since you left two days ago, he hasn’t slept a wink.
He knows you’re not gone forever, but still, he just can’t force his eyes to close; his breath to even out; his mind to rest. And he doesn’t know when exactly you’ll be back, either, considering your impromptu trip back to your family’s home wasn’t planned at all.
His mind wanders to the last message you sent him.
[my moonlight] miss you too, my sunshine
He lies still on top of the bedsheets, eyes trailing along the bumps and ridges of the ceiling. Sleep won’t come tonight, either -- he can tell.
Maybe he should call you. Last time he tried that (the night before), it got him about an hour of light sleep before he woke up again, but at least it was something. He needs to work tomorrow, and he isn’t sure he can keep his eyes open there after three nights of tossing and turning.
Sitting up, his hand wanders along the bed looking for his phone, which he picks up and detaches from its charger. It’s midnight already. Should he risk waking you up?
Well, he knows you have your phone on silent most of the time, so if you are asleep, he won’t be bothering you. He’s got nothing to lose.
The dial tone rings in his ear twice before he flops back down on the bed, his other hand coming to rest upon his stomach. After another two rings, he almost gives up, but then your voice makes an appearance, and he smiles.
“Trouble sleeping?” is the first thing you say. You really know him too well.
“Yeah... it’s just not the same without you.”
Along with faint footsteps, he hears your quiet laughter through the speaker. “You cheeseball.”
“I mean it,” he says, and he does. “What are you up to?”
“Are you asking me to talk until you fall asleep?”
His smile widens, and he knows he should be trying to keep still in order to fall asleep, but he can’t help it. “Only if you’re willing.”
“Well.” Something dings around you. “As much as I’d love to lull you to sleep, I need you to do something for me.”
“Hm?” Seokmin perks up, his interest piqued.
“I got you something,” you say. “It should be at your door in, hm, twenty seconds?”
He swings his legs over the edge of the bed and stands, still holding his phone up to his ear. His lips purse in confusion.
“How’d you get it up here? Deliveries go to the lobby desk.”
“Oh, I have my ways.” Somehow, Seokmin can hear your smile. “Just open the door.”
Knowing you, Seokmin simply complies, leaving the bedroom to reach the door to the apartment hall. He’s a bit too tired to understand much, but he knows anything from you is worth getting out of bed for. After fumbling with the chain lock, he finally twists the doorknob.
You stand just beyond the doorway, your phone held up at your ear and a bright smile on your face.
“Hey stranger.”
Too tired to comprehend what’s right in front of him, he still speaks into his phone. “You didn’t tell me you were coming back.”
You humour him, talking into your phone as well. “I wanted to surprise you. Did it work?”
He nods. “Uh huh.”
When he sees you laugh and hang up, he glances at his phone to do the same, still awestruck to have you standing there.
“C’mere you big softie, I missed your hugs,” you say, opening up your arms.
Seokmin smiles again and swoops in to wrap his arms around you. He relishes in your warmth, a smile against the skin of your neck -- which he knows you can feel. Slowly, he closes the door behind you and waddles with you through the apartment. It’s awkward with the way he clings to you, but he doesn’t care. He takes you all the way to the bedroom, flopping down on the bed with you squished underneath, and his heart flutters at your laughter.
“What’s this?” you tease.
“You were gone too long,” he says instead of answering, and you laugh again.
Despite your playful words, you soothingly pat the back of Seokmin’s head as you speak. “Well, it’s not every day your kid sister dumps her fiance.”
“She’s not a kid anymore.”
“To you, maybe,” you counter. “To me, she’ll always be my kid sister.”
Seokmin hums into your skin, already feeling the effects of holding you in his arms. He’s insanely tired. Still, he cares enough to ask, “How is she?”
“Heartbroken.” You sigh, a frown on your lips that Seokmin can guess is there rather than see it. “But she’ll get better. She’s strong like that.”
“Mhmm...” Seokmin’s eyes are closed -- have been since falling into bed with you -- and he’s starting to drift off. Before he can fully lose himself though, he lifts up on his elbows so he hovers above you, a drowsy smile on his face. He dips low, meeting his lips with yours in a soft, lazy kiss. You reciprocate at the exact same level, simply pursing your lips and not asking for anything more. “I’m glad you’re back.”
“Me too,” you say, closing your eyes to kiss him again.
Seokmin can’t say which kisses of yours are his favourite; he thinks he may get a new one every time. Whenever your lips are on his will be his favourite, he thinks.
He presses his forehead to yours, mirroring your wide smile with one of his own, eyes drifting shut once again. Collapsing on top of you, he hugs you tight, ready to fall asleep right then and there atop the covers.
“Seokmin,” you whisper, kissing his temple and twisting so you’re on your side. “I need to brush my teeth.”
He groans; hugs you tighter.
You laugh. Your hands move to push him off, though you put no real effort into it. “I gotta change too, sunshine. I’ll be right back.”
Propping himself up again, Seokmin opens his eyes to meet your sparkling ones.
“Hey,” he says. He kisses you again, and your smile persists.
“Hey.”
You reach your hands up to cup his cheeks, grazing your thumbs over his skin as if to test that he’s real. He loves when you do that.
His lips meet yours; soft, warm.
“You wanna get married?”
“Mmm...” you hum in a sleepy daze. Your hands pull him down for yet another kiss, this one lasting longer, though still as sweet and slow as the others. When you retract, you wrap your arms around his neck and whisper in his ear, “Can I brush my teeth first?”
Seokmin sleeps better tonight than he ever has before.
part two: How to Harvest Sunshine
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Floating
Lee seokmin (DK) x reader
Genre: Angsty(?) But comforting, fluffyish
Summary: Crying in your car isn't so bad? At least it signals cute boys to come to your rescue and offer a healing smile.
Snack time: This is my first ever kpop fic and I did not expect it to be a sad sort of one but that's just the week it's been😭 this is very much an over-dramatic version of my week but this made me feel better.
It's been a frustrating week, to say the least. Your social battery is completely tapped out and all you want is a break but apparently, everyone else hasn't gotten the memo.
It felt like you were just barely floating above the water, desperate for someone to pull you out.
It felt like you were just barely floating above the water, desperate for someone to pull you out.
It felt like you were just barely floating above the water, desperate for someone to pull you out.
This all came to a head after you had to sit in traffic on the same street for nearly an hour on your way to school and almost got in a fight with a very uptight pedestrian.
Pulling into a spot along the street of the campus you parked and shut off the car. The silence surrounding you as the events of the past week filled your mind.
By that point, it was too much. Nothing was going right and nothing felt right. Tilting your head back to prevent the tears from coming down did nothing as you felt your face soon become a snotty wet mess.
All of a sudden you heard a light tapping on the window. You looked up to see another student. Well, you assumed he was. You've never seen him in one of your classes but you think you've seen him around.
"Hi, I'm sorry did you need me to move my car?" you started hurriedly wiping the tears from your face. Attempting to make yourself look more presentable but considering what just happened you assume he's already seen the meltdown you had.
He looked nervous. Trying not to look directly at your red nose and slightly runny mascara.
"Actually I was gonna ask if you were ok? You seemed really upset and I know when I'm upset I like to talk it out with a friend" he replied. Hands fidgeting as he struggled to complete his thoughts.
He didn't know why he decided to come up to you. Maybe you wanted to be alone and this was your only time to really let go.
However the second he saw your face he knew you didn't want to be alone.
The feeling of relief washed over you as you quickly nodded, scrambling to unlock the car to let him in. He awkwardly climbed into the passenger seat. Bookbag sat on his lap as he clung to it for dear life.
"I'm sorry, I don't normally look like this" you chuckled trying to lighten the mood. It was weird. You felt calmer but you also felt suffocated by the new presence beside you.
"It's fine, nothing wrong with letting out a good cry once in a while" you nodded at this, not knowing what else to say. The car slowly filled with awkward tension. Neither of you really knowing what to say.
You were about to apologize and send him away, feeling slightly embarrassed for bothering him until you heard him clear his throat. Slowly shifting to face you.
"I know it's a little weird to tell a stranger your problems but I promise I'm a good listener! Unless you don't want to which is fine as well! Sometimes you don't need to talk things out, sometimes you just need to cry and then carry on!" He was rambling at this point and you hate to admit you found it kind of charming.
"Actually I've been waiting all week for someone to listen" you faded off towards the end of the sentence. Head down as sadness once again filled your body.
"Well, I've been told I'm great at listening so talk away!" He chirped. You couldn't tell if he was always this happy or if he was trying to lighten the mood. Either way the suffocation you felt earlier was no longer there. A strange sense of comfort filled its place.
You told him everything. The frustrating life of a commuter, the distance you feel between you and your friend group, the stress of working as a student. He listened through all of it. Nodding along, giving the occasional comment here and there.
You felt seen
After you were done you felt 10 times lighter. Releasing a breath you never knew you were holding in. A small smile gracing your face.
"That was definitely a lot to be holding in" he sighed. He was no longer overthinking his decision to come to you. Seeing the look of relief on your face after being able to share the weight was a nice opposition from the devastation that once adorned it.
"I'm sorry that was probably too much" the realization that this was a complete stranger now hit you as guilt and embarrassment once again started to creep in. However that was soon crushed as he took your hands, his eyes filled with care and kindness.
"Don't be sorry, If I didn't care then I wouldn't have come up to you." His smile was blinding. Almost like looking at the sun. A refreshing change of scenery.
"All that crying probably made you hungry. Did you wanna go get food? I promise I'll pay if you drive" he proposed. Big eyes looking at you in hope of swaying your decision in his favor.
Looking at the clock you realized you were supposed to be in class 20 minutes ago. Normally you would still go but today felt different.
Agreeing you let go of his hands to start up the car, hands feeling instantly colder at the loss of contact. As you pulled out of your spot and drove you couldn't help yourself from looking at the man beside you. Humming along as he started telling you about himself.
The water no longer swallowing you under but lifting you closer to him.
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8. "Do you remember?"
Fictober22~
Supernatural exists au, set in an indeterminate time but it’s not modern day, angst with a happy ending, lee seokmin x gn!reader, ~1.7k bc i couldn’t control myself
You think what you miss most about Seokmin is his warmth. His eyes that looked at you with such care and joy, his smile that reminded you of sunshine breaking through a cloudy day, his kisses that were like a cool breeze on a hot summer day…
All of that gone now. His warmth is still there—he couldn't ever not be the sun—but it's not the same. A distorted echo of what once was. He looked at you with a polite interest, sometimes amusement when you and your familiar Bazil get into an argument, but his smile is now more of sunshine in the winter. Bright, but lacks any warmth, leaving you wishing it hadn't appeared at all.
And it was your fault.
You didn't mean to mess with the fair folk; you didn't mean to step into their field, to break their circle, but you did. Chasing your spell book as it flew tens of feet above you, Seokmin behind you, asking why the damned thing had escaped once again from the fortified boundary of your lintel. And because he was following you so closely, he broke the circle with you.
The fair folk decided that retribution, their specialty, was to be removing every memory of you from his mind. After all, he's just a human. Barely a spark of Other in him; no more than the average, of course.
You hadn't realized he collapsed until you finally caught your book and turned to face him excitedly. You saw him there, barely visible in the tall, swaying grasses, lying unmoving. Running to him, using your Otherness to levitate him to your small house a hop, skip, and a jump away from the field, anxiety racing through your veins. The flickering light flowing through the leaves gave him an unnatural look, like he was nearly close to death.
You had set him on your bed and immediately contacted your mentor, Jeonghan, with the hope that he had any idea on how to fix this.
"Unfortunately, the fair folks' Otherness is too wild, too quick to change like the winds, for me to be able to make any assessments, sweeping though they would be."
You had stared at him blankly, not believing what he told you. Anger, despair, regret, guilt, and fear swirled around inside you, a cocktail of negative emotion, and your Other sparked out of your fingertips, nearly burning your small table next to you. "What then, pray tell," you hissed, eyes blazing, "am I supposed to do to fix this?"
Jeonghan had stayed quiet. He didn't have answers to your question. Or if he did, they weren’t ones that you wanted to hear. He faded away, the visage dissolving in front of you like embers dying in the air above a fire.
That was nearly a month ago and Seokmin was no better, tough though he was. You didn't have the heart to tell him all of the truth—that you were lovers and have been for nearly a year. But you told him the rest of it—that you lived together, that you trusted him with your life, and he did the same, how you had met at the village's autumnal equinox festival, all of it. He rolled with it all, apologizing for not remembering as if it were his fault that he was cursed by your (literal) misstep.
Bazil brought up his idea again one night, towards the final hours of the month. Seokmin had tired before you, as usual, and left you and your fox familiar to your work in front of the now-dying fireplace.
"All I suggest," Bazil says, barely flicking his eyes at you while he cleans his front claws, "is that you take him back to the field to beg forgiveness."
You barely look at him as you continue to twist damp reed fibers into a thin string. "And I told you that if I do that, the fair folk may take a harsher response and do something worse to him."
If foxes could raise an eyebrow, you're sure Bazil's would be with how his voice dripped in skepticism. "How would they make him worse, pray? Turn your lover into a vegetable of a human, only able to breathe and blink?"
"They could turn him into a literal vegetable, you mutt," you mutter, tying off another string of reed fibers.
"I think I should do it." Seokmin's voice suddenly behind you makes you jump, the basket of reeds whispering from the movement.
"See, even the soon-to-be radish agrees with me." Bazil licks his chops and sets his head down on his folded paws, clearly done with the conversation.
I’ll turn you into a radish, you think, glaring at your familiar. A twitch of his ear was the only thing to let you know your thought reached him. You set aside your fibers, twisting in your chair to look at the man behind you. The low light of the fire softened him, as though you were looking at him through misted glass or in a dream.
You sigh, your eyes flickering down his body, and you talk to the ring on his pinky rather than look him in the eye. “Seokmin, no, I cannot let you do that. It is much too dangerous for an Other to walk into a fair folks’ circle, much less a human.”
“But if this is the only way to restore my memory in its fullest…” He pauses, weighing his next words carefully, “If this is the only way to restore that whom you knew me as. I feel guilty for taking him away from you, as silly as that sounds.”
“No, Seokmin, I promise it is not your fault. You have no need or obligation to feel guilty, nor do you have any obligation towards me from what I know of our past together.” You can’t help but say his name as you have before, love tripping through the syllables.
“You should have your lover back, and I am sure that I was happier then than I am now,” he argues, stepping closer.
You know that this back-and-forth could go on forever. You were both stubborn in general, but even more so when it came to the other’s happiness. Still, you fire back, “I do not know for certain how their Otherness will affect you! They could do so much more damage to you than they already have. I do not want to risk you for something that may come back on its own. The chance that the fair folk decide to be benevolent is too small for me to put you into that situation just because I miss my lover!” You feel your eyes begin to water slightly at the thought of losing Seokmin for good because of your selfishness.
“And I promised I would never make you cry!” He says frustrated, his voice louder than a minute ago. Or maybe it was the darkness that enhanced your senses.
You let out a soft gasp when your mind processed what he just said. In the month that he’s been with you since the Incident, he made several promises. Most of them weren’t serious. They were things like “I promise that I won’t ask you to make another dragon out of flames in the fireplace again” only for him to ask you ten minutes later to make another dragon out of flames in the fireplace. But he never promised something as serious as that.
“Do you remember?” Your question comes out hesitantly, as if the words themselves don’t wish to leave your lips. Seokmin had promised that he would never make you cry in the aftermath of your first big argument, something you can’t even remember what you disagreed on any more anyway.
“I don’t,” he starts to say, but pauses. His eyes close and his face is peaceful for a moment before it scrunches in pain. He stumbles forwards into the arm of your chair and doubles over, his head barely missing your nose. On instinct, you gently but sturdily put his head into the crook of your neck and start running one hand through his hair soothingly, the other resting on the side of his neck. He wraps his arms around you, his fingers digging in to the sweater you wore as he rides the waves of memory that are hitting him out of the blue.
You stay like that for who knows how long, the fireplace going dark. The only light came from the window in the ceiling you put in to look at the moon. It shone brightly enough for you to just make out what was around you.
“When I met you that first time at the festival, you were wearing a crown of red-golden leaves and holly berries. I told you I thought you were an elf at first glance because you were all elegance and grace as you joined the villagers dancing around the bonfire,” he whispers against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “Our first kiss was on the winter solstice, and you made the evergreens around us shake the snow off their branches to try to impress me. I laughed when a bunch of snow fell on you, giving you a little mound of white powder on the top of your head. You glared at me before I pulled you closer to brush it off.
“When I finished, my hand came down to the side of your face, and you complained about how cold my hands were. I interrupted you to ask if it was okay to kiss you in that moment because I couldn’t believe that you were actually in my arms. I didn’t even fully finish my question before you pulled me closer by my coat collar. Bazil saw us and started talking about how long it took for us to get to that moment.”
You were reeling with emotions as Seokmin recounted the earlier moments in your love story together. Your hand had gone still the moment he talked about the festival crown, your fingers buried in his hair.
“I don’t know what brought me back to you, my love,” he says, pulling away just enough so that he could look at your face fully, “but I promise you that I will always come back to you. It may take a while, but I will.”
#fictober22#seventeen scenarios#seokmin scenarios#lee seokmin scenarios#dokyeom scenarios#dk scenarios#i actually really got into this in like. the second half of it so like after jeonghan's appearance#i really enjoyed the part about their first meeting#okie gnnn~<3#jae.works
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can i request “svt members when their S/O falls asleep on another members lap/shoulder”?☺️
how svt reacts when their s/o falls asleep on another member’s lap/shoulder
genre: head canons, fluff if u squint
rq: requested by anon!
not proofread
notes: this idea is so cliche (in a good way) and never fails to make me go <333 thank u anon for this rq xx i really enjoyed writing this
SVT MEMBERS WHEN YOU FALL ASLEEP ON ANOTHER MEMBER’S LAP/SHOULDER
choi seungcheol
✧ i think he’d be conflicted because he doesn’t wanna wake you up but he wants you to lie on him and only him
✧ ends up trying to move you from someone else’s lap to his without waking you up
✧ is very gentle with you, afraid of disturbing your sleep :(
yoon jeonghan
✧ wakes you up and apologises
✧ “sorry darling.. i’m here now, go back to sleep”
✧ you don’t notice it but he looks at you tenderly and smooths your hair
hong joshua
✧ same as cheol, he’d try to shift your head from someone else’s shoulder to his own
✧ once you’re settled on his shoulder he glances down at you every once in a while, making sure you’re sleeping safe and sound
✧ chuckles to himself at your sleeping state (he finds it t o o adorable)
wen junhui
✧ slightly ???? when he sees the situation
✧ doesn’t really mind tbh
✧ shushes the members bc he knows you’re easily woken up by noises
kwon soonyoung
✧ pouts and hopes no one notices (he’s jealous)
✧ wakes you up gently and shifts next to you so you can lie on him instead
✧ instantly wraps an arm around you in a protective manner once you’re by his side
jeon wonwoo
✧ heart melts when he sees you asleep
✧ doesn’t have time to be jealous, he just walks up to you and wakes you up,
✧ “hey baby.. let’s go home yeah? i know you’re tired”
✧ if you insist on staying he’d bring you to his lap so you at least rest comfortably
lee jihoon
✧ doesn’t notice at first - when he does he gets jealous
✧ he tries not to show it but it’s written all over his face
✧ doesn’t wake you up or anything, makes a mental note to talk to you about it when you get home
✧ not from the intention of possessiveness but he wants you to know he’s uncomfortable with it and assures you he will always, always be by your side whenever you need it
xu minghao
✧ almost jumps out of his seat from impulsiveness and then sits his ass back down because he tells himself “it’s not a big deal”
✧ probably would sit there and debate whether he should wake you up or not for at least five minutes
✧ it puts his mind at ease once the thought that you fell asleep on the other member’s shoulder accidentally crosses his mind
kim mingyu
✧ torn between being jealous and heart swelling with affection
✧ lots of thoughts go through his head (while pouting)
✧ what if she gets mad at me for waking her up? w-what if she doesn’t love me anymore ;-;
✧ please give assurance to this big baby
lee seokmin
✧ another ???? member
✧ doesn’t really do anything, first thing that crosses his mind is when you fell asleep the night before
✧ he’s honestly just worried that he’s staying too late and you’re not getting enough rest :/
✧ wakes you up while brushing your hair and asks if you wanna go home
boo seungkwan
✧ man would jokingly make a threatening face at whoever you’re lying on
✧ then proceeds shush everyone in the room
✧ would take off his hat and place it over your head so that it blocks out the brightness
vernon chwe
✧ bro is too busy vernon-ing to notice
✧ not that he’s not paying attention to you.. he’s just vernon yk
✧ only finds out when the member you’re lying on texts him “yo, come get your girl”
✧ chuckles and slowly manoeuvres you into his arms, excuses himself and you from the room and brings you back home <3
lee chan
✧ furrows his eyebrows
✧ somehow shoos the member away and adjusts you onto his lap instead
✧ forgets about whatever conversation he’s having and spends entire night placing occasional kisses on your forehead and holding your hand
author’s notes: thank you again anon for the rq!! i really enjoyed writing this <3
#gyuslcve.writes#seventeen fluff#seventeen imagines#seventeen x reader#wonwoo x reader#jeonghan x reader#jihoon x reader#joshua x reader#junhui x reader#lee chan x reader#minghao x reader#seokmin x reader#seungcheol x reader#vernon x reader#mingyu x reader#soonyoung x reader#seungkwan x reader#seventeen headcanons#seventeen scenarios#seventeen imagine#seventeen drabbles#seventeen fanfic#svt x reader#svt imagine
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“types of kinks svt has” maknae line ver??
~□☆seventeen imagines
~♡Types of kinks I think seventeen has [maknae line version]
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[MINORS DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT] [ reader is female with vagina and breasts ]
☆Mingyu: (a switch a pure switch through and through)
Creampie: this man loves lovessss it messy and the way he's so fucking vocal, he can't keep his in moans under control. He will moan loudly because of the way you feel so warm and wet around him.
Mommy kink: I personally can imagine Mingyu whining and moaning "mommy" or "noona" even into the reader's ears more than him taking control. He likes it rough but you gotta give him kisses like anywhere. He's a huge softie.
Edging: just like he loves you taking control it also goes the way around too. He loves seeing you struggling to cum.
Sensory deprivation: blindfold him and it's enough for him to go feral
Begging: told y'all he's a softie also down bad for you.
Praise kink: he knows he's big so yeah. And he literally worships your beauty.
Extras: he loves you're boobs and will rest his chin on them afterwards while pulling you closer on the bed
☆Minghao: (a mean yet soft switch with a dom lean)
Edging: so mean I swear and literally loves seeing you all frustrated and become a moaning mess under him.
Waxplay: hmmm Minghao is artist so expect this. and of course he'll use wax which is skin safe.
Bondage:really depends on his mood if he wants to tie you up or not. (* clears throat * that live y'all. remember?🚶🏻♀️) and he would let you tie him up as well. Gets so flushed up when you do so.
Spanking: only if you're into it.
Begging: oh he wants you to beg for what you want him to do in the bedroom.
Creampie: I am hoping it's very self explanatory by the first point itself
Slight dacryphilia: sometimes it's so good to him to see you in tears on how he's making you feel.
Extras: is a whore for you in his shirt, riding him until he can't take it anymore.
☆Dokyeom: (a huge softieee switch)
Oral fixation: he's in love. He's love making with you so expect him to be pussy drunk.
Creampie: once is never enough for him. He needs more.
Riding: you riding him in a cowgirl position is enough to drive him crazy. He's so loud and a literal moaning mess under you.
Praise kink: you both literally worship each other's body. He's literally so down bad for you.
Foreplay: it's a must sweetheart we shouldn't forget how much of a softie this man is. He's literally melting into those kisses.
Teasing: idk if I should count this as a kink but yeahh he'll tease the hell outta you once he gets the confidence to.
Extras: he has a thing for you in lingerie. Man's awestruck and so turn on just by the sight of you on lingerie.
☆Seungkwan: (oh he's a fucking power bottom you CANNOT convince me otherwise)
Teasing: he lives to rile you up the best way possible.
Mommy/noona kink: if you're older than him then expect him to moan "noona" while you're fucking him into oblivion. Or even if you aren't he will he will moan mommy.
Marking: he loves claiming what's his and what he can't share.
Pegging: if he's in the mood he'll let you know.
Dacryphilia: he will cry a bit outta pleasure because you're making him feel too good.
Oral fixation: oh he loves eating you out.
Edging: he might seem sweet and sassy but this man loves to see you struggling to reach your high. That goes around the other way as well by the way.
Degradation kink : it's like a once in a blue moon thing when he's "misbehaving".
Extras: he's a softie too. Take care of him. Oh and also he loves it when you ride him in a cowgirl position. He gets very very touchy and moans quite loudly.
☆Vernon ( a soft dom who can go hard later on if you want him too)
Praise kink: yeah Vernon's quiet so what? He's literally so drunk in love he loves praising you and your body.
Foreplay: he lives for those intimate touches and soft kisses before proceeding more.
Marking: oh he can get jealous so he loves claiming what's only his and no one can have it.
Spit kink: if you're into it. Expect him to get nastier after being soft with you.
Teasing: oh he'll tease the hell outta you.
Creampie: he needs more and he knows you do too. He loves it messy and sweaty.
Dacryphilia: oh if he's jealous he will make you cry on his cock.
Extras: he plays all those sensual songs you love when he fucking you into oblivion.
☆Dino ( a soft yet mean dom who loves it rough eventually)
Daddy kink: does this need an explanation? I hope not.
Edging: hmmmm the grin he has on his face while looking are your tired, sweaty flushed up face after not being able to reach an orgasm.
Praise kink: "such a good girl" "You're doing so well, give me one more? Yeah" Man worships your body literally.
Foreplay: we all know how romantic he is. And there will be a session of intimate touches and kisses because he knows you love it just as much as he does.
Spanking: this is like a one in a blue moon thing when he's jealous.
Creampie: he just can't get enough of you. He needs and craves more.
Squirting: man lives for pushing your limits. He fucking devours the view of your exhausted flushed up body after he's made you squirt.
Extras: he loves it when you ride him he loves it when you wanna take control.
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BOYFRIEND DOKYEOM WHO...
pairing: idol!dokyeom x reader
genre: fluff, established relationship, comfort
warnings: skinship :)
wc: 252
a/n: this is very self indulgent sorry not sorry!
bf! dokyeom who gives you a new nickname every three business days
bf! dokyeom who loves to give you back hugs, like picking you up and swirling you around type back hugs
bf! dokyeom who makes you laugh till you have tears in your eyes
bf! dokyeom who was way too insistent on buying the damn sogo
bf! dokyeom who asks you questions like, "Babe will you still love me if I were a pigeon? Would you cage me if I were a pigeon? But if I were a pigeon I wouldn't like being caged up. Do you even love me?"
bf! dokyeom who has like a million heart emojis next to your name in his contacts
bf! dokyeom who'd be the type to send you a million voicemails when on tour (bonus: all his voicemails end with kissy noises)
bf! dokyeom who doesn't do sit-down type dates, you guys are either jamming in the karaoke or running along the han river
bf! dokyeom who fishes for compliments because it really makes his day
bf! dokyeom who can lift the 30 pound rice packet with one hand but cannot remove the bug from the room for the love of god
bf! dokyeom who whispers "i love you" every night just before he falls asleep
bf! dokyeom who loves to use the lamest pickup lines while picking you up for every date
bf! dokyeom who would gladly drive to mcdonald's at 2 am because you said you wanted it
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