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shuamorollss · 4 months

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Café Amnesia — l.sm x f!reader

— When your insane crush on Lee Seokmin hits a curb when he yells out the wrong name for your order whilst having your name written perfectly fine on your cup.

How the hell was he able to fuck your name up so badly?

On purpose? Obviously. Why? You simply don't know.

romcom, mutual pining, cafe au with a pinch of univ, strangers2friends2lovers warnings/notes— They're both whipped for each other(Seokmin mostly), there's a whole segment of reader suffering from period cramps, uhmm I'll add more :> 1.7k wc TEASER . Estimated full wc: 10k-12k + reblogs are greatly appreciated!

tags— @jangwonie @jungwonize @luhvlyuna @w3bqrl @ineedaherosavemeenow @leaderwon @writingmeraki

"Girl, take your chance. He's right there taking orders!" Im Nayeon encouraged as the both of you took a step inside the bittersweet aromatic premises.

Oh yes, this very Café, not only were you a regular customer here, you were also known by your friends to be limping hearts for someone around these ambient walls.

Strangers might say, Oh, this person must really love the coffee here.

Although your friends would definitely say, Oh, he just loves the coffee made by brew. A code name your friends have made to pertain to him.

The very ‘brew’ on the counter, taking orders with his usual sweet smile.

Lee Seokmin.

Oh that man, how could you ever describe him?

Seokmin’s a family friend, you usually see him outside Café territory. Even visiting your home multiple times just to have a chat with your family. Crazy how a guy so cute and so close to your age is more talkative with the likes of your aunts and uncles.

You have always noticed his presence even before he started working in your favorite Café, though you only developed ominous worries by the time he started working there.

There was something about his mere presence that irks you a certain way, never in a bad way, quite unsure in a good way.

How would he have this effect on you so suddenly?

It doesn't make sense.

You only view him discerningly from your balcony as he laughs with your mom at the gate. He’s a peculiar guy, who only visits your home to greet anyone but the people his age.

You didn't care about it, you didn't even ponder any further with his visits, you weren't as much bothered with his bond with your relatives… So why do you feel the opposite of the things just mentioned now?

"Uhm, Y/N?" a voice echoed, shaking you through your thoughts.

…

"Huh? "

You blinked out of your rainbow towered thoughts, checking the very man standing in front of you with an intense gaze.

Everything felt sudden, you were just giggling with Nayeon earlier at the back of the line and now you're… here.

"Your order please?" He repeats, raising his brow as his eyes fixed on you, patiently waiting for your response.

As much as you wanted to, you couldn't take a look at his face for longer than 2 seconds. You didn't want to become a blushing, stuttering mess in front of him, you had to erase such humiliation as this has probably happened to many times within his view.

You take a good look at the menu for a short while, subtly attempting to compose yourself. Then back to looking into his eyes with a determined smile.

"Ah— Uhm… Two iced caffe latte please." you spoke out, you eyes averting away after you realized you might be looking at him for a bit too long.

"Size?" He questioned.

"Both grande."

“Alright, name?” He asks, leaving you slightly dumber and might be dumbest since you were so so sure he had mentioned your name before, the name you own, the name he lets out to escape you from the unrealistic wonders of your mind.

Well, you guess he had to do it for the professional setting.

“Y/N.” You answered with a warm smile.

He nodded, starting to scribble your name on both cups.

You stared at him for a brief second before darting your eyes out of his figure again. It was an awkward, unnecessary feat you have, however you feel a pinch of guilt for staring at him for too long… You didn't think you would have a chance anyway, or would even notice your gaze fixated on him for an uncomfortable amount of time.

You were great with eye contact, you swore that to life.

Now it’s just different in front of him.

The transaction ended smoothly, thankfully, he gave out your remaining change and you turned around leaving with a wide grin that seemed stuck on your face for the next few minutes.

Nayeon notices your change of demeanor, mirroring your subtle excitement as your footsteps approach her figure.

“So, how did it go?!” She slowly squealed, her bunny teeth entirely evident as her emotions seemed to be ecstatic at yours.

“It went good,” You answer with the same wide grin. “It went with the usual order but this time, he asked for my name.”

Nayeon’s smile immediately falters at your answer, her reaction unsatisfied.

“Y/N, that's… he does that to everyone, it’s his job.” She deadpans.

“No no no, I mean. I was like— thinking about something you know?— I was in deep thought, and then Seok— I mean him, Brew, called me by my name and that took me out of my trance,” You paused, earning back your composure. “Then all of a sudden, he just asks me for my name when he was about to write it on the cup? Like, isn't that weird?! He called me before, with the perfect pronunciation of my name, and then asks about it afterwards?”

Nayeon’s reaction did make any sort of change, yet here you are, at the verge of squealing at the half-assed interaction she had ever heard.

Though, to be fair, she had heard more shit stains than this.

“Darling, Y/N, I'm sorry, but, you just have to get better than that..?” Her tone rose unsurely, you could tell she wasn't atoned with the happening, well, it wasn't supposed to be squealed about. You couldn't admit it to her but, it was indeed a boring interaction.

As much as you were extremely down bad for the man, you couldn't act upon it. Why would you? He’s so out of your reach. He wouldn't even look at you in the eyes, never even greeted you when you were at home, and not even bothered to have your parents introduce him to you.

So why would you try and befriend him if the hints are obviously at plain sight that your parents don't want him for you.

Gahh?! What is wrong with me?! you argue along with your conscience. This case seriously needs to be studied for the reason that this regression did not go unnoticed by you. You had a chance to talk to him before but now it just seems too far of a run to be able to reach.

As you and Nayeon remain seated, patiently waiting for your order while she voices out her stress about the upcoming midterm exams, a certain voice echoes throughout the area.

A name kept being called.

Twice, thrice, you don't even know how to word it out the fourth time and so on.

It was embarrassing how this man, Seokmin, was honking a name no one responds to in such a quiet auranescent place. Almost everyone in the Café gave their shares of baffled looks at Seokmin’s way, you gave your shares of it also, until Seokmin’s gaze points at you.

The drink on his hands reached out to your direction, mouthing the words to what seems to be “you.”

Nayeon catches onto this quickly and nudges you out of your seat, so you could reach the drinks on what you assumed to be yours and Nayeon’s, which in fact right now, you were still unsure of.

You make your way awkwardly towards the man, your eyes circling around the Café, releasing a breath of relief at the realization that the customers had gone back to their personal businesses, although the embarrassing flush still creeps into you as you step closer and closer to the counter.

“You, yes you.” Seokmin lets out with a sigh of relief you swore you just did a few seconds back.

“Here's your order, I’ve been calling out for you for 4 years.” He jokes, a bit weak but it was tolerable. He’s handing the two lattes you ordered, still dumbfounded at the fact this was your order.

But he said your name wrong

extremely wrong. unpleasantly wrong. absolutely wrong.

It wasn't even close to your name at all— it's just wrong.

You never felt so embarrassingly offended in your life.

The way he says that too casually, audaciously loud, couldn't even set you off to the right track. You still think he's getting the wrong person to give this order to.

But it was the correct order, the one you recited to him.

He knew you, that's for sure, but how— wha?—

“Oh, thanks.” You say dryly, grabbing your order and walking away with a forced smile. Not even bothering to correct him, just because.

You examine the drink, still unsure if this was actually what you ordered (Which it really is), then turning it to the other side of the cup to read your name,

perfectly spelled.

Which bombards your thoughts with even more questions.

How was he able to fuck your name up so badly?

On purpose? Obviously. Why? You simply don't know.

You went back to the gracious face from Nayeon holding her laugh.

“Well, that's what I call an interaction.” She welled, leaning back onto her seat with a squeaky laugh.

You were quite embarrassed by the whole situation, yet a gush of butterflies lingered in your stomach shooting to the realization that Seokmin had joked with you.

It was unusual, but you’d be content with it at best.

Nayeon repeats the name Seokmin kept calling out a few minutes back, which somehow became unbearable coming from her.

You slide her drink with a clear frown, aggressively sitting on your seat without laying a single look at your friend.

“Oh come on, Y/N, you know I'm just kidding..— woah.” Her eyes widened as her eyes lays at the name spelt on her drink. You could tell the element of surprise creeping up into her whole being as she tries to piece things together.

“Y/N, your name is spelled correctly here?”

You roll your eyes, “Wow, I didn't even notice.” You reply with evidently toned grouchiness.

She gives you the same wide eyes yet the edges of her lips begin to perk up.

You know where she's getting at.

“Y/N! Do you know what this means?!”

You lock your gaze at her, waiting to continue her words.

“He yelled and butchered your name on purpose!” She says ecstatically.

Yeah, you have already established that.

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wheeboo · 3 months

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rain or shine | lee seokmin

SYNOPSIS. in which you comfort your boyfriend on a rainy day. PAIRING. lee seokmin x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship, hurt/comfort, magic-realism 👀 WARNINGS. seokmin is sad :( but we comfort him hehe, lil bit of kissing, terms of endearment WORD COUNT. 1.4k

notes: written cuz i want nothing more to always comfort seokmin... w a very soft pinch of magic <33

It's been cloudy and rainy all day.

You don't really mind the gloom𑁋it was probably needed after the last few days has been nothing but sun and warmer temperatures. Now, the muted sky, crisp air, and soft pitter-patter of rain hitting the windows offer a sort of comfort, like a chance to breathe deep and let your shoulders sag. Maybe if you listened close enough, you could almost hear the earth sighing with relief as it absorbs the moisture that whispered from the clouds throughout the day.

You take a sip from your cup of warm tea, the scent of chamomile swirling around you, the steam from the drink dancing upwards into the air. You relax your back against the couch behind you, letting the plush cushions melt beneath your weight.

Then a soft thump echoes against the floor, followed by a muffled curse and the clatter of what sounds like keys. You turn your head, seeing the door creak open as Seokmin enters inside, bringing with him a gust of wind that momentarily throws off the rhythm of the raindrops on the window. His hair is slightly damp and dark, plastered to his forehead in a way that suggests he may have run to his car without an umbrella.

When he throws his keys onto the table, the clang echoes through the room. Seokmin stands there for a moment, shoulders slumped, dripping water from the ends of his hair onto the rug below. He sheds out of his jacket, and finally picks his head up to meet you.

The clouds seem to have rolled over his normally sun-kissed eyes, his lips drawn into a tight line that mirrors the thunder rumbling in the distance. You can practically feel the temperature in the room dip a degree as he sighs, a heavy sound that echoes the sudden downpour outside.

"Hey," You greet him, setting your cup of tea down on the coffee table. "Long day?"

Seokmin runs a hand through his damp strands. "Yeah."

"Want to talk about it?"

He glances at you, a flicker of surprise softening the harsh lines of his face. There's a very, very subtle lift in one corner of his mouth, barely a twitch before it's gone, swallowed by the frown that still lingers on his brow. It's almost imperceptible, but you know Seokmin like the back of your hand. You can talk about it later.

"Maybe later, I just... need you," he mumbles quietly, then hesitates. "Can we..."

He gestures at the couch you're sitting on, and you immediately pick up on his motion. You open your arms up invitingly for him, and he practically melts into your embrace on top of you, shifting his weight comfortably, his head resting at the crook of your neck. Another contented sigh seems to roll out of him, the downpour outside softening just slightly. You wrap your arms around him, feeling the tension in his shoulders ease with each passing second.

You rest your head on his shoulder, the scent of rainwater and his cologne mingling in the air. You don't press for details, don't prod at the wounds that must be raw, and instead let the quietness take over, punctuated only by the mellow patter of rain and the soft rumble of Seokmin's breath against your ear.

Your fingers trace comforting circles on his back, and as you continue holding him, you can't help but notice a subtle shift in the atmosphere around you. The air seems to lighten, and a faint glow of warmth replaces the cool chill that had settled in the room. A smile blooms across your face at this, knowing that this moment of connection goes beyond the ordinary.

"I'm sorry," he mutters against your skin. "I didn't mean to ruin your day."

You let out an airy chuckle. "What makes you think that?"

Seokmin picks his head up from where it was nuzzled in the crook of your neck a little, a frown to his lips. "Well, I... Don't people prefer sunny weather over this?"

You smile reassuringly, tracing a soft path down his arm.

"Maybe some people," You reassure soothingly. "but I think some days the world just needs to breathe like this, you know?"

Seokmin glances out the window, seeing how the outside had turned grey because of him𑁋from a simple bad day. Shivers of guilt course through him, and it bleeds into the air, thickening the atmosphere and chilling the room even further.

A low rumble echoes from the sky, a thunderclap that seems to echo his thoughts. Rain lashes against the windows, becoming heavier now, like tears that can't be held back. You sense his shift, the way his warmth retreats, replaced by a prickling coldness that sends goosebumps across your skin.

"No, honey," You whisper, grabbing his hands into yours. "Don't do that."

The flicker of guilt in Seokmin's eyes catches yours as he looks down at you. "Do what?"

"Don't blame yourself," You say, your hand rising to cup his face. "It's not your fault. Come here."

You lightly pull him back into your embrace, his body molding back against yours almost naturally. Seokmin lets his eyes close once again, his somewhat unsteady heartbeat racing against his and your chest, simply letting your scent wash over him.

"It's okay to feel this way," You tell him. "It doesn't mean you're doing something wrong. The world needs rain too, right?"

"But what..." Seokmin takes a breath. "What if I-I hurt someone because I feel..."

The vulnerability in Seokmin's voice tugs at your heart, and you hold him a little tighter.

"You won't hurt anyone," You assure him, your thumb gently brushing away the worry lines etched on his forehead. "Your emotions are valid, love. And the weather, it's just... you know, responding to you. It's not a bad thing, it's just a part of who you are."

Seokmin has always held a twinge of hate for that part of him. To this day, he still doesn't fully understand whatever this ability he's probably cursed with is, but ever since he met you, he thinks that it's gotten better.

Your fingers find their way into Seokmin's hair, gently combing through the damp strands as he relaxes more into you, his guard lowering with each passing moment.

"It's okay to not smile all the time," You whisper softly. "We all have our cloudy days, and that's perfectly okay. Nobody is sunshine every day."

Seokmin has always been your sunshine, both figuratively and... quite literally. Sometimes you wonder how it's possible for someone to see the world so brightly. However, you've come to understand that even the sun needs to have its moments behind the clouds𑁋to allow us to see things only visible in the dark.

The rain outside seems to subside at your words, the drumming on the window softening to quiet taps. A warm breath hits the skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine, and you feel Seokmin shift in your hold. He lifts his head up to look at you, eyes shifting down to your lips for a second, and a spark alights in his eyes. The warmth radiating from him through the fabric of his clothes feels almost like sunshine attempting to break through the clouds.

Leaning in, Seokmin captures your lips in a tentative kiss. It's a soft touch, barely there, like a whisper against your skin, but the way his warm breath mingles with yours and his hand finds its way to the base of your neck sends a jolt of electricity through you... and perhaps a slight tickle.

A soft giggle escapes your lips, making you both pull back from the the kiss. Now hovering above you slightly, Seokmin smiles, a genuine, sun-kissed smile that chases away the lingering traces of his earlier storm, the tips of ears flushed with a dusty pink. Cute.

Then after a few moments, a single ray of sunlight peeks through the clouds and through the window, casting a warm, honey-coloured glow on Seokmin's face. He stares at it for a moment, then back at you, a glimmer of surprise dancing in his eyes.

"Feel better?" You ask him, fiddling with your laced fingers.

All he does is chuckle as if the small patch of light shining in wasn’t enough of an answer, the hesitant grin to his face growing slowly. This, you think, is what it means when the sun always shines after the storm.

"A lot better," he responds, leaning back down to you with a newfound confidence, lips lovingly brushing against yours once more. Ah, there’s your pretty sunshine. And it's all because of you.

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honeykyeom · 1 year

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white noise / track 2: smoke

pairing: lee seokmin x afab!reader

series summary: seokmin had always been there for you. after a rough heartbreak, you find out he’s there for you in more ways than just one.

series notes: uni!au, best friends to lovers, friends with benefits, 97 line antics, 18+

chapter warnings: alcohol & food mention, mcu mention (lmao), the gang actually goes to class?? (not really but), seokmin kinda being dumb, mingyu being pouty (what's new), the full gang!! FINALLY!!!!!, mostly slight angst (not sorry)

wc: ~5k

a/n: after much anticipation, the second track (even though i'm nowhere near done with the third LMAO)! thank you so much for all the renewed interest and love on the first track, i really really REALLY appreciate it. seriously it means the world!

read track 1 here!

Walking out of your shared English Literature class with Jinsoul, you grab your phone from your back pocket, the light from the homescreen illuminating your face even in the cloudy daylight. The weather matches your mind: murky and foggy, obscuring your clarity. As you focus on the LED screen, zoning out Jinsoul’s voice and looking through the endless notifications you received while in class, there was one that was still noticeably absent.

No messages from Seokmin.

It’s been about a week since the party, since that fateful night, with no word from Seokmin. You were left alone the next morning, waking up next to an empty space and cold sheets. You sat up in your bed, your mind running a thousand miles a minute with the finish line nowhere in sight. You felt lost on the track, stuck on where you two go from here and no chance to speak with him about it.

Did he regret that night? Was it a mistake to cross that line?

“Hey!”

You felt a sudden pain on your arm, breaking your attention from your thoughts. You look over at Jinsoul, rubbing the sore spot that she playfully hit. “What?”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“...Yeah, of course.”

Jinsoul rolls her eyes, your dazed expression making it apparent that you weren’t listening to her rant about your class. “Okay, you’ve been out of it all week. What’s up with you?” She asks you, an earnest shine in her eyes, treading lightly on the topic.

You falter in your steps, unsure of how to answer her question. You wanted to tell her, air out your frustrations, explain the current predicament you were in and finally get the heavy burden that was weighing you down off your shoulders. Something in your brain stops you from doing that, however, leaving you to twiddle your fingers and your thoughts taking refuge in the back of your mind.

You settle with, “Nothing. Everything’s fine,” in a meek voice, avoiding Jinsoul’s worrying stare.

She can tell that you’re lying, your entire frame sinking into itself; it’s not hard to see your demeanor changing, but she keeps her mouth shut, not wanting to overstep her boundaries. Even if she wanted to say anything, her own thoughts are interrupted with your smile and wave to Haseul and Yves, who are both meeting you halfway in the courtyard.

Haseul is the first to greet you back, running up to hug you immediately. Yves saunters, a smirk on her face as she sits at the table that’s situated in the middle of your group. You move your attention to her, continuing to hold Haseul in a tight hug with an eager smile. “So… how was your date with ViVi?”

Jinsoul is even quick to change the subject, her excitement for her friend showing in her bubbly appearance. “Oh my god, yes! Tell us, please!”

“It was good… We just walked along the river and went to a coffee shop that wasn’t too far. Wasn’t like an extravagant date or anything.”

“ViVi asked to see her again,” Haseul adds, ever the overbearing mother, embarrassing Yves with her admission. Squeals contribute to her embarrassment as you and Jinsoul berate her with questions and requests for more details and Yves is unable to hide her excitement, her own screams joining the group. You’re sure to be annoying the sleep-deprived students around you in the courtyard, but nothing can dull the joy in your circle.

“What are we screaming about?”

Your chatter is interrupted by the entrance of Minghao and Mingyu, sliding in beside Yves. You notice quickly that there’s a missing body from the usual trio, only adding to your anxieties of the day. Why is Seokmin avoiding me, you think as the two men join the group.

“We’re screaming about Yves’ date with ViVi,” Jinsoul responds, a laugh coming out of her lips as she excitedly recounts the conversation. Mingyu wraps his arms around Yves when he hears the news, joining in on the celebration and Minghao has a smile of endearment gracing his face, a clear sign of love that’s bursting through the seams.

“It was just one date,” Yves mumbles through Mingyu’s tight grasp, still grinning from ear to ear. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

Minghao interjects in the conversation, “So! You’ve been talking forever. It’s about time you two did something about it.” He brings his water bottle, which was encased in a decent amount of glistening water droplets, up to his lips and clears his throat once he swallows the liquid before he continues his sentiment. “We’ve seen how you’ve been around her. She makes you happy and that’s all that matters and we’re excited for you.”

A rare demure expression is seen on Yves’ face. A tight-lipped, shy and curved smile flashes as she responds quietly, “Yeah… It’s exciting.” Her body relaxes as waves of approval from the group assures her. She never needed your approval, nor does she ever ask for it, but you’ve seen her heart go through men and women, her confidence gliding through the acute pain she never spoke about.

“Get more excited! It’s about time one of us got cuffed,” Mingyu comments, loosening his grip on Yves, but still keeping an arm around her shoulders and keeping her warm against his body.

“Yeah, why isn’t it you, Gyu? Being a hopeless romantic and all that,” you retort, falling back into your playful banter with him to hopefully ease your own anxieties.

“Why are you asking? Trying to cuff me?”

You scoff at his cocky expression, “You wish.” He returns your statement with a cheeky wink, playing up the faux attraction. The back and forth with Mingyu doesn’t make the thought in the forefront of your mind go away as much as you hoped. “Where’s Seokmin? Isn’t he in the same class with you guys?”

Minghao is the one to respond, “He said he had to leave for something. Not sure for what.. He’ll be at movie night, though.”

Okay, he’s definitely avoiding me, you think. He’s never been this MIA before, usually taking any opportunity to casually talk to the group but more importantly, you.

The hole you were feeling in your life is greater than any heartbreak you’ve ever felt. No breakup, no fallout, nothing hurt like the slow disintegration of the friendship between you and your best friend, all because of a stupid decision.

“Y/N?”

You look up to see everyone around the table looking at you expectantly.

“I’m sorry. What was the question?”

“Do you need help with setting up for movie night tonight?” Haseul asks. “Minghao and I get out of class early so we can head over after?”

You bring your mouth up in a lipless smile, trying to muster all the happiness you can fake as you respond, “Yeah. Sounds great.”

At least you’ll see Seokmin tonight and maybe then you’ll get some answers.

“Have you guys noticed anything weird with Seokmin lately?”

Minghao stops setting up the blankets on your couch to catch your gaze, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. His expression matches Haseul’s, a slight frown forming when they meet eyes, trying to think about your mutual friend. Their heads come up empty, Minghao returning to look at you as he responds to your inquiry, “Nope. Everything seems normal to me?”

“Yeah, I haven’t noticed anything with him,” Haseul agrees. Her melodic work at making room in the fridge for incoming abundance of drinks fills the otherwise quiet room, the only other noise being the soft r&b coming from the television. She stands up from her kneeled position, slowly joining you at the kitchen island. “Why do you ask?”

Your body tenses, biting your bottom lip as your hands play with the plastic of the popcorn bags you’re prepping. The crinkling sounds fill your mind, playing with the static of your thoughts. You’re certain the pause is suspicious. Minghao and Haseul were naturally attuned to people’s emotions and you were no exception, no matter how hard you tried to hide them. You bring your focus away from the comfort of the plastic wrappers back to Haseul, attempting to steady your mind. “I just feel like he’s been avoiding me since the party. Like, outside of the groupchat.”

“That’s weird. Why?”

“I don’t know.” Lie.

“Did something happen during or after the party?”

“Not that I know of.” Another lie.

Haseul’s hands rest on her hips, eyes downcast as she thinks over your responses. “Huh.” Her tongue comes out of her mouth, pointed out in thought and she looks over at Minghao, who has now joined the two of you at the kitchen island. “Minghao, did he say anything when he got back home?’

“Not at all. He made it back to our apartment before us and when we got back, he was already asleep.”

You were brought back to that night, after everything was said and done.

You and Seokmin were quiet, his arm around you like a protective blanket, holding you against his chest. You couldn’t lie–his touch was comforting and while unfamiliar, not unwelcome. You two weren’t strangers to cuddling or being close, the behavior at the party making that evident, but this felt different. Maybe it was the obvious fact that you two crossed a line, a line that had been drawn in the sand for the both of you for the past two years–now, the small granules lifted in the air and swept away with the wind, blurring that already thin line.

Despite his own heart's pleas, Seokmin was the first to speak, his own voice small and faint. “I think I should go… before the guys’ get suspicious.” His actions fail his words, not loosening his grasp. He wasn’t ready to go, not ready to leave your presence, but he’d rather rip the bandaid off now than later before he has to go back to reality–the reality that you two were just best friends and nothing more.

“Do you think they’d be suspicious? I mean you’ve stayed over before?”

He winces at your question, the hopeful lilt in your tone making his decision that much more difficult. He has to do this, he thinks. It’s for his own good.

“I think it would be better if I go.”

Suddenly, there’s a knock at your door, breaking your memories and bringing you back to Haseul and Minghao, both of them still discussing the behavior of Seokmin. Their conversation stops when they hear the chatter of your friends behind the door.

You leave the kitchen to open your front door, revealing the rest of your friend group, ready to join in on the festivities. Jinsoul is the first to enter, a bright smile gracing her face as she exclaims that she brought more snacks for the night, leaving the group with plenty of food to satisfy themselves. Yves and Mingyu are quick to follow behind her, carrying cases and paper bags. The clinking of glass and aluminum make it apparent that they did not disappoint with their task of grabbing drinks for the night. They greet you with loud howling, the excitement of the night and finally being able to unwind after a week of exams and assignments getting to them.

You lock eyes with the lone straggler, the last person in the line of people joining you in your apartment. He keeps his cardigan close to him as he looks at you, a tight-lipped smile emphasizing the small dimple underneath his lips. You drink him in as you realize this is the first time you two have seen each other since that night.

You almost forgot how attractive he was, the week apart making his features more prominent in your mind.

“Hey,” you’re the first to crack the ice barrier between you two, hoping for it to thaw enough to make the night less awkward.

“Hey.”

You could cut the tension with a knife with how well this conversation was going. The air suddenly felt thick, so thick and dry that it sucked the moisture right out of you, causing you to swallow any saliva you could muster.

Alright, you think. Here goes nothing.

“So, um… about that night-”

“Are you guys going to watch the movie from over there? Hurry up!”

Damn it, Yves.

Seokmin clears his throat and quickly moves past you in the door frame, joining everyone else in the kitchen to situate himself for the movie night. You watch him leave, turning around as your front door slams behind you. He grabs a plastic cup, opting for water for the night, much to Mingyu’s chagrin.

This is going to be much harder than you thought.

You didn’t think it was possible to care any less about the fight scene in front of you, but here you are. You thought that picking one of your comfort films, or one where you turn your brain off and ignore all the plotholes, would help with your uneasiness but the absence of a familiar warmth next to you makes your brain aware of how apparent the flaws of the MCU have always been.

Mingyu’s big body acts like a heated blanket and the plush cushions of your sectional are comfortable enough for you to fall asleep if you wanted to. He happily took the opportunity to get close to you, saddling up to your side and enjoying Captain America trying to save his dear friend, Bucky Barnes and you wish you could do the same. It’s not that Mingyu’s cuddling wasn’t welcomed.

It just wasn’t Seokmin.

You and him had always sat together during movie night, acting like two peas in a pod, attached at the hip. But now here he sits, on the opposite side of your couch fumbling his fingers with your fuzzy, lilac blanket. It’s hard to keep your attention away, trying to focus on your steady breathing as opposed to his movements.

Soon as the movie dies down, Steve and Natasha breathing heavily on the doorstep of Sam Wilson, Seokmin stands up and wipes his hands on his jeans. Clearing his throat, he addresses the group, “I’m going to go to the bathroom.”

Although everyone moves their focus from the television, Jinsoul, who lifts her head from your shoulder, is the one to speak. “Do you need us to pause the movie?”

“Nah, you guys are good. It’ll be quick.”

Seokmin disappears into your bedroom, the door to your adjacent bathroom clicking shut. Everyone’s attention returns to the movie and you wish yours could do the same, but it was never there in the first place. You bounce your leg as the time passes, the scenes in front of you blending into one another. It’s not long before your mind settles on a decision, hoping for an end to this madness and before you can change it, you’re breaking away from Mingyu’s grasp and following Seokmin’s footsteps.

“Don’t wait up, I need to use the bathroom too.” You don’t even look back to see the group’s reaction or wait to hear their response before you’re entering your bedroom.

Looking at the bathroom door, the harsh yellow glow of light seeping through the floor haunts you. The toilet flushes, the sound filling your own brain with water and your head gets fuzzy, almost like you’re underwater. The waves begin to climb, threatening to suffocate you.

It’s now or never.

“What the fuck?”

You slam the bathroom door behind you and you’re met on the other side with a shocked Seokmin. His hands were dripping with water, soap bubbles following the path of his veins that run down his skin. He looks at you incredulously, completely taken aback by your presence in the space that he’s taken refuge in from the increasing anxiety of your current situation.

He knew it was only a temporary relief, but it was a moment to breathe–a moment away from you. He expected to have just a few minutes to collect his thoughts, regulate his breathing and try not to think about you being in his vicinity. What he didn’t expect was for you to break into that solace, infecting every piece of his mind.

“What are you doing in here?”

“Why are you avoiding me?” you ignore his question, rendering him speechless and babbling, trying to collect his thoughts.

He walks over to your hand towel, the blues of the fabric bleeding dark from the water. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh ok! So, leaving me on read all week, walking away anytime I enter a room with you and saying 3 words to me face to face isn’t avoiding me?” Seokmin takes a deep breath, leaning against the faux marble counter. His eyes stay downcast, evading your accusing stare and he keeps silent. “You’ve been weird ever since last weekend… You promised nothing would change after everything.”

Walking Seokmin to your door, you keep his hand intertwined with yours. You can’t help but notice the change in atmosphere–the glow of your kitchen lights shine a more golden hue, the air around you has a different stillness and even the feeling of his skin on yours clashes with the usual relationship. It’s all subtle, but it’s enough to notice.

You stop in your tracks, Seokmin moving forward until you pull him back, not letting go of his hands. Biting your lip, you look up at him as he gets closer, eyebrows furrowing with confusion as to why you stopped.

“What’s up?”

After a beat of silence, you respond but your apprehensiveness remains, “Nothing’s going to change between us because of this… right?”

Seokmin’s eyes shine with sincerity and his mouth is slightly left agape as he ponders on his response. He’s never been one to be certain of the future, choosing to live in the moment and take each moment day by day–all with a positive attitude. Once he collects his thoughts, there’s a finality to his tone, as if he’s never been more sure of anything.

He releases your hand, only to present his pinky finger. You chuckle at the silly ritual you two have, but at least you know he’s serious.

“Nothing is going to change between us. Pinky promise.”

Seokmin can only stare at his reflection in the mirror, dirty water stains peering back at him. “I wanted everything to be normal,” he states, simply.

“Well, why wasn’t it?”

“Because I liked it, maybe.” He breaks his gaze from the mirror and finally looks at you. The fine lines in his face are more apparent this close, like the stress from the past week had caught up to him. “I liked it. And I didn’t know how to tell you that or maybe, I didn’t want to admit it since it was just a drunk hookup.” Seokmin lets out a shaky breath, unsure how to continue, if he even should. The heaviness that has been weighing him down all week was lifted, his chest heaving from the truth that’s been released.

You approach Seokmin apprehensively, closing the distance between you two. It isn’t until your hands are touching on the counter do you respond to him, ending the silence. “I liked it too,” you confess.

“Would it be bad to admit that I wouldn’t mind doing it again,” Seokmin’s voice is soft, afraid to break the glass of the situation. He keeps his eyes focused on your hands, not willing to meet your face again. The air around you two has shifted, a fluid current flowing between your hands.

“Who says that we can’t do it again?”

He chuckles, shaking his head before he says, “The thing is I don’t want to stop.”

“Maybe I don’t want to stop either.”

Seokmin thinks he’s dreaming. When he looks at your face, there’s a playful spark in your eyes and the tone of your voice tempts him, as it always has. He could be imagining the smirk that tugs at the corner of your lips or the slight squeeze you give his hand and the small actions may cloud his judgment on how he should handle this situation, but he doesn’t care. He’s acting on pure adrenaline when he brings his hands to your face, connecting your lips together.

Everything about the kiss is different from the last time you kissed Seokmin. The shivers run down your body all the same but the soft nature of him has vanished, replaced with a fiery exterior. As his fingers leave your cheeks, falling to your waist and bringing your body closer to his, the touch kindles at your insides, your skin on fire.

Your bodies meld together from the heat, pulling yourselves closer until it was physically impossible. Seokmin’s lips work feverishly, eliciting a moan out of you and your nails leave crescent moons on his skin from the grip you had on him. It all makes his head spin, somehow more than you already did. He was insatiable–confirming that last week, he was not only drunk on alcohol, but drunk on you.

You feel like you’re floating, on the surface of a cloud, only to realize you aren’t 10 feet in the air when Seokmin pushes you against the bathroom door. His hands hold onto your waist tightly, making sure the impact isn’t too loud or painful. The only thing that fills the air is the heavy breathing shared between the two of you.

Between frantic hands and heated kisses, the two of you weren’t willing to break apart from each other. In the back of his mind, he begins to think of the others that sit in the room next door.

He could stay like this forever, but he didn’t want anyone to get any ideas. Seokmin separates your lips, albeit reluctantly, and you’re quick to chase him, not wanting the moment to end. Labored breaths fill the humid air and your lips are red from the constant contact. Softening his touch, he brings his forehead to yours in a moment of solace, trying to clear the static in his mind and regulate his breathing.

“We should get back to the others before they get suspicious,” he manages to get out through his dry throat. Seokmin’s voice is low, raspy and especially cautious, careful to keep his words contained to these four walls. “We should keep this between us.”

You only have enough sense in you to nod, agreeing to his statement. Head still foggy from the heat and dampness of the air, you finally open your eyes and respond, “I think so too…” You take a deep breath before you continue, “Don’t want to change too much.”

“It’s probably for the best.”

Seokmin internally winces at those words, the same ones that left his mouth when he had to leave your place last week. His statement cuts through his heart, exposing his flesh and reality–the reality that he’s helplessly in love with you, his best friend.

Or best friend with benefits?, he thinks. There’s no way this won’t end in disaster.

But he can’t deny the lightness he feels or the way his stomach churns at the thought of holding you, kissing you, or having you moan his name amidst a dizzy spell from pleasure. The situation he’s bringing upon himself is selfish and foolish and everything he shouldn’t be doing when it comes to his adoration towards you, but your charm has him under a trance; one that he doesn’t know if he wants to leave.

“I’m going to head back now,” Seokmin giggles with a shy smile, not taking a step away from you to do what he says.

“Okay,” you respond. Leaning off of the door and giving Seokmin room to leave, you return his smile with a coy smirk of your own.

But before you can get too far, Seokmin pulls you back into him and brings your lips to his in another hasty kiss. It’s quick, it’s rushed and it still leaves you breathless all the same. It’s new territory for you two, deviation from a path you never thought you’d stray. It lights a fire within you to be exploring it with him.

He separates from you to say, “Okay. I’m actually going to go now.” His smile reaches his eyes, his signature wrinkles prominent on his face when removes his hands from your waist. “I just had to do that first.”

“Okay.”

“Bye.”

“Bye, Seokmin,” and with a giddy smile, he leaves you in the bathroom, the sound of a soft click of the door filling the air. The buzz of electricity from your lights adds to your daze. As you lean back against the door, feeling weightless from the pressure of Seokmin’s fingers through the cotton of your t-shirt, you think of how reckless this is and how destructive this could be–not only hiding it from your friends but how fragile it can make your friendship.

It would be easy to go to a party and cling on to a random person for the night. It would be easy to bat your eyelashes and play with the hem of their shirt, adding a playful lilt to your voice and an air of mystery around you. It would be easy to lose yourself in the moans, chasing your highs and then easily forget each other, as you tried to do with Jaehyun. It would be so easy, so simple and so careful.

If everything could be so easy with someone else, why does it also feel even more effortless with Seokmin? As it always has been with him.

Even through the carelessness or the secrecy, no random hookup made you forget like Seokmin had. His gentle worship and care of your body had you on cloud nine and seeing the galaxy. Your comfort was the most important thing to him, even after a few too many drinks. There was something about that night, something in the back of your mind, that guides you blindly through this winding road of uncertainty. You just hope that the road you were walking together doesn’t crumble beneath you.

“Sorry, you were gone for so long! I needed a new cuddle buddy.”

Of course, Mingyu couldn’t be alone for even just five minutes. When you return to the living room from the bathroom, Mingyu has his head on Jinsoul’s lap, her hands playing with the strands of his hair. He looks content, more relaxed than when he was on your shoulder, his huge body somehow compressed in the small space that you left.

Jinsoul’s fingers stop their movements as she states, “I can move,” teasing the boy.

“When did I say I wanted you to move?”

Jinsoul chuckles at his retort, bringing her hand back to his scalp and a pleased smile returning to his face. You probably weren’t going to get your seat back if Mingyu’s comfort was anything to go by.

“There’s room over here if you’re looking for a replacement cuddle buddy.”

Seokmin’s voice carries your attention, his smile hiding a sly intention that is imperceptible to the untrained eye. He does have tons of room. With Yves and Haseul huddled on the floor, a plush gray blanket covering their bodies, Seokmin is able to spread his legs on the sectional, taking up much of the left side.

Nonchalantly, you shrug and give a casual grin, “I guess you’ll do.”

“Shut up.”

As you saddle up to Seokmin’s side, resting your head on his shoulder, slotting to him like a puzzle piece, you can’t help but notice the small side glances that Minghao and Haseul give you. The flash of confusion on their faces goes quickly, trying to wrap their heads around how the tense situation between you and Seokmin dissipated so abruptly.

You’ll explain it to them later, you think. At least as best you can without giving you two away before there’s anything to begin with.

With the movie drawing to a close, Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson on a search for their friend and the Maximoff twins revealed, the atmosphere has a much lighter and relaxed feel–the weird awkwardness and walking on eggshells between you and Seokmin gone. There’s retelling of old stories, laughs that could be considered embarrassing to most, and the playful banter that is signature to your friendship group dynamic. From the outside looking in, you would've never known there was a bump in the road.

And to your friends, they were none the wiser as to why Seokmin stopped talking to you or how you suddenly made up. They don’t know the hidden tension that his hand being on your thigh holds, looking casual enough to be considered normal affection.

“What time is it?” Minghao’s voice cuts through the loud noise, everyone turning to him. His shoulder slacks as he relaxes, leaning back and blending into the soft gray of the sectional with his oversized sweats.

Yves reaches for her phone, the device laying face up not too far from her figure. “It’s like 11.”

“Ugh… I need to head home. I love your sofa, but my bed is calling me.” Jinsoul gently pushes Mingyu off her lap, making a pout form on his lips from the loss of contact. “Can we please go home?” Jinsoul addresses Haseul, hoping that her roommate is ready to return to their own apartment.

“Yes, we can go.”

“Minghao?” Mingyu looks over at his own roommate, a pleading smile on his face.

“Yeah, fine, let’s go,” Minghao stands from the couch and turns his body to Seokmin, the remainder of their trio. “You coming?”

Seokmin’s eyes flash between you and Minghao before responding, “I was actually going to stay and help clean up.” He addresses you when he asks, “If that’s okay?”

At first you think, why would you need help with cleaning? The group has never made much of a mess, especially with Mingyu around. The most that needed to be done was putting away the extra drinks and snacks, finding enough room in your pantry. But taking another look at Seokmin, you read between the lines, his eyes glowing and mischief pulling at the corner of his lips. No cleaning is going to get done, not immediately anyway.

“Yeah, that’s fine with me.”

#seventeen x reader #seventeen smut #dk x reader #seokmin x reader #seokmin smut #dk smut #dokyeom x reader #dokyeom smut #svt smut #svt x reader #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #happy friday!!! 🤭

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I Hate to Admit

• pairing; lee jihoon x f reader • genre; angst • warnings; alludes to cheating in the past, arguments, tension -- no happy ending • w/c; 770 and some change • i hate to admit - bang chan • don't listen in secret masterlist • a/n; this song is one of my favorite songs. it hits me right in the feels every single time. i was in a sad place when i wrote this, so i am sorry for that. thank you to @onlyhuis for betaing. i also hope you all don't mind a bonus posting 💕

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He took the same path every day, rarely looking up, but your voice caused Jihoon’s heart to clench and his eyes to lift today. You were talking on your phone, a pretty smile on your face. Ending your phone call, you slide the phone back into your pocket only to stop when you find the man looking at you.

He missed you so much. He wanted to tell you that. You instantly put a smile on his face that he couldn’t hide. You made his heart beat faster, and his palms sweat. He felt warm around you as if you were the sun.

“Jihoon…hi.”

Your voice was quiet and timid, but that was to be expected after the fight and his avoiding your calls and texts. He didn’t want to read another text about how sorry you were when he knew it wasn’t real.

“Hey.”

Jihoon clears his throat, lifting his hand to run his fingers through his long hair. He knew he needed to get a haircut, but with everything going on…it had become the least of his worries. His eyes move over your face as he takes a step forward, his hands sliding into his hoodie to hind how nervous he actually was about seeing you now.

“You look…really good, Jihoon. I–did you get any of my calls?”

You watch as the man in front of you nods to answer your question. It made his answer sting that much more. You knew you didn’t deserve him to answer the calls or to even call you back, but it would have made things feel better. Easier?

“I see–”

“You look pretty, Y/N. Uh…”

Jihoon’s words cut you off causing you to furrow your brows. He felt confused and in pain looking at you. He loved you so much and yet just looking at you hurt. He wanted to give you a second chance more than anything, but he had spent his time trying to forget. You watch Jihoon’s mouth start to open only for it to close again.

He wanted to say something more, but you could see him processing it in front of you. In his mind, Jihoon was considering if you’d go out to coffee with him, and talk through everything that had happened. If maybe that could get you and him back to where you had been before it had all gone to shit so quickly. But as soon as the words started to form on his lips, Jihoon pushed them away knowing it was a bad idea. He hated to admit to himself that there was no saving this.

“I hope you have a good day. I should get going. I gotta get to work.”

Jihoon doesn’t wait for you to argue. He can see the hurt in your eyes, the way you want to try to change the past and present. He wanted to change it too, but he had spent too many nights already trying to do that. Walking past you, Jihoon doesn’t look back and you blink the tears from your lashes knowing it was what you deserved.

With his studio door shut behind him firmly, Jihoon lets out his uneven breaths as his own tears threaten his eyes. He hated knowing that he had probably made you cry. That was one thing he had promised you while you were dating that he’d try not to do and yet he had lied. He had lied because you had lied.

Sliding down in his chair, Jihoon blows out a deep breath before closing his eyes trying to push you from his head but instead, he can only remember more. He pictures your hand in his, your body against his, your lips meshing with his own. Fingers clench at the arms of his chair and Jihoon remembers asking you “Why, him? Why, Seokmin?”

He remembers your eyes full of tears as you tried to think of how to lie your way out of it only to break down into apologies because you had been the one to cheat. You had cheated on him with one of his best friends. You had said you loved him and it had been a lie.

Lifting his hand, Jihoon groans in annoyance pushing tears from his cheeks as he mutters to himself that he has to stop this. He had cried over you too many times. Every time a text came to his phone with another apology. Every time you had called him trying to tell him how much you loved him, Jihoon had cried because he loved you.

“I gotta forget her. She's changed, just gotta let go.”

#woozi angst #seventeen angst #svthub #svt angst #jihoon angst #woozi x reader #seventeen x reader #svt x reader

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the-boy-meets-evil · 1 year

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along for the ride | lee seokmin (dk)

pairing: lee seokmin (dk) x f.reader genre: idol!au (kind of?), smut rating: explicit, minors DNI warning: swearing, drinking, hoshi is a shithead (yes, that's a warning), honestly this is mostly just smut with a little bit of background smut warnings: thigh riding, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (don't do this), vaginal sex, they were drinking but it's not drunk sex, dk calls reader baby word count: 4140 (don't @ me) summary: you say yes to a vacation with the new group you're working with. what else are you going to say yes to? a/n: i really don't know what to tell you. this was supposed to be a drabble for a request that @playmetheclassics sent and here we are. thank you so much to @here4btsfics for being a wonderful beta reader and to @classicscreations for the banner (even though i wouldn't let her beta). i hope you like this, indigo! and please be gentle, it's my first seventeen fic

a/n 2: a second part is in the works so stay tuned 💕

You knew a lot of things before you agreed to come on this trip. You knew that you needed a break, knew it was an all-expenses paid trip with little (if any) work, and knew it was a chance to get to know the people you were going to be working with better.

So you quickly agreed. Who would say ‘no’ to running away to the sun during the coldest parts of winter? Certainly not you. There were definitely moments when you looked back and questioned your decision-making skills. This wasn’t going to be one of them.

Until it was.

Because there were things you didn’t know, too. You didn’t know how everything changed without eyes everywhere. Didn’t know how much more relaxed everyone got when they were truly alone. Didn’t know that you didn’t actually know much at all about these people that you worked with.

You certainly didn’t know much about Lee Seokmin.

Previous interactions with him had been brief, usually. There wasn’t much reason for you to be hanging around him. Despite that, you knew him to be someone that was kind, caring, and generally always had a smile on his face. In the grand scheme of what you knew, he seemed relatively tame, innocuous even. Certainly not an obvious walking problem like Kim Mingyu, who you had been careful around so far.

And it was all fine, until you saw Seokmin sitting on the side of the pool in a bathing suit and realized just how thick his thighs were. Then you weren’t really sure what to do or where you could go that was safe. So you sought out the one person that you genuinely considered a friend and nothing more. There was one person among this group that you genuinely connected with. He had been an instant friend. You figured you would be safe with him.

“Are you hiding from Mingyu again? Because honestly, you’re gonna have to get over that,” Soonyoung said, more mocking than disapproving.

“No, I am not hiding from Mingyu. I haven’t hidden from him,” you hissed back.

“Mhmm,” Soonyoung hummed.

“Can’t I just want to hang out with you?” you asked and rolled your eyes at him.

“‘Course you can,” Soonyoung said easily.

Soonyoung seemed a little distracted and you figured it was okay to sneak a look back over to where Seokmin sat. He was laughing and trying to drag Minghao into something, an impressive accomplishment if he managed it.

“Ahhh, right year, wrong person,” Soonyoung chuckled. Apparently, he wasn’t distracted and you played right into his hand. When you looked over at him, his eyes were on Seokmin.

“It’s nothing,” you said, brushed any thoughts off immediately. “I just guess I didn’t know you guys that well before this.”

“It’s only the first day,” Soonyoung commented and that gave you pause.

You shook it off quickly. “Exactly, it’s the first day. I’m just getting used to everyone.”

“You’re used to me,” he said and you were worried for a second he meant it as a bad thing. If the smirk on his face was anything to go by, he was just causing problems on purpose. Again.

“You don’t count,” you said.

“Wow, rude, I’m a person too,” Soonyoung whined.

“I know you are,” you said patiently.

“And I’m hot too,” he added. Your eyebrows shot up at that.

“No, I’m not falling for that. Because if I agree that you’re hot, which you know you are, you’re going to ask me who else is hot since you said you were hot too,” you said and watched his smile fade.

“You’re no fun.” he pouted.

Crisis averted, at least for the time being.

Thankfully, the rest of the day was pretty easy and you were able to enjoy time with Soonyoung as well as some of the others. Although he made little comments, it wasn’t obvious what he was talking about. And that really was par for the course with him anyway. When you walked around thinking you were a tiger (that wasn’t all for the cameras, apparently), people took what you said with a grain of salt.

Dinner was a chaotic affair at best. With so many people, you had to spread out over several tables. It was easier that way for you too because it gave you a chance to have more personal conversations. You were fine in big groups, usually, but with so many people there often wasn’t room to get a word in. Especially when they knew each other so well and you were still brand new.

You sat down at the only two-person table, figuring Soonyoung or maybe Chan would sit with you. They had been the easiest to be around so far given they were the two you’d spent the most time with prior to the vacation. Easy. It would all be so easy.

“Are you saving this for someone?”

The voice caught you off guard, mid-bite, and you wanted to curse at yourself for not paying more attention. Seokmin was standing before you, all smiles as he held his plate. Soonyoung was right over his shoulder and for a moment, you thought you might be saved. Seokmin followed your gaze and saw his friend.

“Oh, were you coming to sit here?” Seokmin asked, friendly as always.

“No, no, it’s all yours. I was going to sit with Jun and Jihoon,” Soonyoung said with a clap on the younger man’s back.

Yes, Soonyoung was one of the people that you knew best. So really, you should’ve seen that coming. You’d never met anyone else that got so much pleasure out of causing problems on purpose. Not that sitting with Seokmin was a problem. It obviously wasn’t and you hoped your face remained neutral while you internally spiraled.

Dinner was easier than it should’ve been. Sitting at a table like this, it was much easier to just focus on what Seokmin was saying rather than any thoughts you had earlier. Not surprisingly, he had a lot to say and just as much that he wanted to ask you. He listened intently as you shared things that you thought were boring, insisted they weren’t, and smiled the whole time.

Maybe Soonyoung actually was good for something, not that you would ever tell him that. His head was already big enough. But you were also much more comfortable now and maybe he deserved a small thanks.

The warm feelings toward Soonyoung lasted until the next morning when he asked you to meet him in the gym to work out. You should have known something was off. Even though you had wanted to keep up with your gym schedule on vacation, Soonyoung had whined about it before leaving. Then, there was a sudden request and you were still thankful from the night before, and you didn’t think much about it.

Another mistake.

You walked into the small gym to find Seokmin and Chan working out with Soonyoung nowhere to be found. And okay, yeah, all those thoughts were definitely still there. Chan, being the sweetest human, asked if you were looking for someone and then laughed. Apparently, your friend was still sleeping.

Soonyoung - 2, you - 0.

That was how the next several days went. It was like a game to Soonyoung, just to get you to admit something that you didn’t want to because he knew it already. And because you were stubborn. He was doing this for his own enjoyment and you weren’t going to keep indulging him. So he’d wave the white flag, sometimes multiple times, lull you into a false sense of security, and then force you into a situation with Seokmin that was making it harder and harder to act normal.

“Okay, okay, okay,” you finally said and threw your hands up for good measure.

“What?” Soonyoung’s face was pure delight.

“Yes, you complete and total pain in the ass, I think someone here is hot. I mean, you’re all hot, but yes, there’s someone I’m struggling around,” you said softly.

“Mhm, and who is that someone?” Soonyoung pressed.

“Do I really have to say it?” you asked. You knew your cheeks flushed under Soonyoung’s gaze.

“No, of course not,” Soonyoung said and you exhaled. “We can just keep playing these games.”

“I knew you were doing all this on purpose, you fucking demon,” you hissed at him.

“Give me a name and it’ll stop,” Soonyoung responded, not even acknowledging that you were right.

“Fine,” you shot back. “It’s Seokmin. Happy?”

“Ecstatic,” Soonyoung said.

Apparently not playing games just meant that he wasn’t going to keep trying to fabricate situations for you to end up alone with Seokmin. It did not extend to actual games, which he had on the schedule for that night. He was dying to play drinking games, or so he said, and he dragged anyone he could convince along with him. Some of them looked strong-armed and you wondered why he had left the rest alone. “I didn’t force anyone,” Soonyoung protested. “Did too,” you fired back.

“Please, you wanted to play,” Soonyoung said.

“What about Jihoon? Why’s he safe?”

“Because that man could end me with a single look, I don’t fuck with that.”

Fair, honestly. Everyone’s secrets came out when they were drinking and you tried to observe more than anything. You didn’t want to reveal too much, that was the key. And the key to doing that was making sure you stayed clear of being truly drunk. Soonyoung, on the other hand, as the designated host, ended up pretty drunk. It was cute and you spent most of the game laughing so hard you were near tears. Until a couple of the guys announced it was time to call it and head off to bed, for Soonyoung most of all.

People filtered out until it was just you and Seokmin left in the living area. Unlike every other time, though, it was comfortable. Easy, even. A sort of silence settled around you and you soaked it in, not eager to break it.

“Are you having fun?” Seokmin asked after a few minutes.

“Yeah, it’s been really great to get to know you all better,” you answered.

“I’ve been, well I’ve been noticing we wind up together a lot,” Seokmin said and you looked over at him.

Was this going to be venturing out of easy again? That was the last thing you wanted. “Oh, yeah. I guess we have.”

“Sometimes I feel like Soonyoung has been setting me up,” Seokmin confessed.

It was the perfect opening to admit that you knew that’s exactly what your darling Soonyoung had done. The drinks made it seem like a good idea. “Why would you think that?”

You chickened out anyway. But as you felt dumb, Seokmin rubbed his hand along the back of his neck like he was embarrassed. Did he know? Was he about to let you down easily?

“Ah, well it’s kind of embarrassing? But I told him I wanted to get to know you better and was having trouble,” Seokmin admitted.

“What?” It was all you could blurt out.

“Yeah, I know, it was dumb…” Seokmin stumbled.

“No, no, it’s not. I will literally kill him though,” you said and Seokmin looked defeated.

“That’s, uh, a little drastic,” Seokmin said.

“No, oh my god, I’m so sorry,” you rambled. “It’s just…I thought he was doing it because he knew I thought you were hot and the whole time…we could’ve avoided all this.”

“You think I’m hot?” The question fell out of Seokmin’s mouth like he couldn’t believe it.

“Um, have you looked in a mirror lately?”

“I…can I kiss you?” Despite your confession, his question was still unsure. You had both been drinking, sure, but you weren’t drunk.

All you had to do was nod and he closed the space between you on the couch, took your face in his hands, and kissed you hard. Like he really had been waiting to do it. Like maybe Soonyoung had done both of you a favor in pushing you together over the past several days. Even though it would’ve been a lot easier without the games.

But it was a weird angle, sitting next to each other, so you repositioned into his lap, enjoying sitting on top of the thighs you’d been dreaming about. Seokmin slid his hands up your thighs and around to your ass, holding you in place against him. Your skin burned under this touch. His lips were steady against yours, confident.

You couldn’t remember kissing someone and feeling this much. How had you completely missed this side of Seokmin when you were considering who to be careful around?

You couldn’t take it anymore, needed to feel him against you even a little. When you broke off the kiss, he looked confused. All you’d done was kiss him but his hair was messy from your hands running through it and his lips were swollen. You pulled your shorts down so you could get back into his lap only in your underwear and t-shirt.

And it was a lot.

Everywhere your bodies met felt like it was on fire. He looked confident, nothing like the carefree and smiling person you had seen up until this point. Seokmin watched the way goosebumps erupted on your skin as he ran his hands along your bare thighs. Carefully, he repositioned you so that you were straddling one thigh, which was probably more comfortable and maybe meant that this wouldn’t be too rushed. Neither of you seemed to want to rush despite being out in a common area.

You really couldn’t take it and you started to slowly roll your hips against his thigh. The muscles tensed underneath you and it only made you move a little faster. His hands felt like they were everywhere. They moved from your thighs around to squeeze your ass and up your sides under your shirt. It made you shiver with how he switched between gentle and firm. He sure knew how to drive you crazy.

Your hips continued to roll against his thigh and the friction of the fabric was doing more for you than it should have been. You let out a moan that Seokmin immediately caught with his lips. One of his hands returned to your ass to keep your hips moving against his thigh. The other found the back of your neck to hold you against his lips. Not that you’d want to be anywhere else.

When you couldn’t take it anymore, you moved a hand down between you and started to rub your clit through your underwear. Seokmin’s hand moved from your ass immediately and pulled your hand away, gentle but firm. Like he was in control. You wanted to break the kiss to question why he pulled your hand away, but his hand on the back of your neck stayed firm. A second later, you felt his own long fingers moving your underwear to the side and taking over for your finger.

“Fuck,” you groaned against his lips. He still wouldn’t let you break the kiss.

This wasn’t something you had ever really done before. You hadn’t ever gotten off on someone’s thigh like this, but here you were. His finger rubbed circles over your clit and you rocked your hips against his thigh faster, chasing a high that you hadn’t expected.

Seokmin finally broke your kiss and moved his mouth along your jaw and over to your ear. He nipped at your skin and smiled at the string of moans and encouragement that slipped from your lips. His fingers never broke their rhythm as he kissed whichever part of your skin that his lips could reach.

“Please, I don’t think I can…I’m gonna,” you muttered, so close to a release.

“Come for me,” Seokmin whispered into your ear.

It was all you needed to let go and his finger guided you through your release. Your breaths fell heavy as you came down, still straddled over his thigh. Without another word, he lifted his fingers to his mouth to suck them clean. And then he pulled you in again, kissing you deeply.

Fuck, this man was hot.

You looked down at the space between you and saw the wet spot on his shorts. You had been so caught up in the moment that you hadn’t even registered that he was still dressed.

“Seokmin, I’m so sorry,” you started and he shook his head, eyes still filled with desire.

“Do I seem like I’m complaining?” He was all confidence now, and it made you shiver.

“Well, no,” you said and he smiled. Not his usual smile. Something much less like sunshine.

You adjusted in his lap and brushed against his cock, already hard in his pants, which earned a groan from him. You were still so sensitive but you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your hips again. Seokmin threw his head back and bit on his knuckle to muffle some of the moaning.

“Come on, we’re going to my bedroom,” he said.

There was no room for disagreement or debate and fuck, why was that so hot? He helped you get your balance so you could climb off of him and grabbed your shorts when he stood up. Part of you wondered if this was a good call. Then again, you’d already made a mess of his shorts, so there wasn’t much use in turning back now.

With so many people, you didn’t realize how he had gotten his own room and were very appreciative when he led you back to what seemed to be the most secluded part of the main building. It was a little late to even think about that, though, since you had just gotten off on his thigh in the common area.

Once the door was shut, and locked for good measure, Seokmin pulled you against his body and captured your lips in yet another kiss. How did they just keep building and getting more intense? That didn’t seem like it should be possible and yet it was. His fingers trailed along your skin at the hem of your shirt before he pulled it up and over your head.

While the kiss was broken, your hand snaked down to palm him over his shorts and found he was already hard. Was that just from getting you off on his thigh? And you wanted to tease him, wanted to continue running your hand along him without giving him enough.

But you couldn’t. All you wanted was for him to feel as good as you had. You dropped to your knees and pulled both his shorts and briefs with you. You thumbed over the tip of his cock, spread the precum already there along the tip. When you looked up at him, you found he was watching you and so you licked a careful strip up the underside of his length. His eyes fluttered closed for a second.

You experimented and took more of him into your mouth slowly. He groaned when your mouth moved back to his head and you swirled your tongue around the tip. His hand twitched like it wanted to hold you in place but he wasn’t sure if that was okay. It wasn’t like there had been time to talk about any of it. So instead, you grabbed his hand and put it on the back of your head. His eyes found yours and even from your knees you could see his pupils were blown. Like he couldn’t believe what was happening. Not that you could either.

His hips bucked into your mouth and you hollowed out your cheeks as you sucked. You put your hands on his thighs as you bobbed, felt the muscles there tense under your touch. And you couldn’t help but run your nails down them. The shiver you earned in response was all the motivation you needed to keep going.

Until he stopped you suddenly and you looked up at him. He pulled you to your feet and kissed you hard. With his hand on your lower back, he molded your body against him as if any space would kill him. Something about him being so in control fucked with your mind. Made you a needy, whiny mess. You were sure he could’ve asked for anything and you would’ve agreed.

“I really need to fuck you,” he murmured against your lips.

“Fuck,” you whined in response.

He pulled away and you knew you looked disappointed. Your lips chased his for a second. “Condom?”

“I wasn’t exactly planning on this happening,” you responded with a light chuckle.

“Shit,” he said. His breaths were shallow.

“I’m clean and I have an IUD if you want…” you started and his eyes snapped to yours.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Yes,” you breathed out and his lips were on yours again.

Strong arms traveled down your body and gripped under your ass. You gasped into Seokmin’s mouth when he lifted you and moved the two of you to the bed. Another thing you hadn’t realized about this man. Everything he did caught you off guard. And you should’ve been prepared by that point, but how could you be?

The two of you settled on the bed and your knees pressed into the mattress on either side of him. His hand trailed down your body and he let his fingers skim your folds. You were wet for him again and stifled a moan when two of his fingers entered you. Just a couple pumps and he pulled his fingers out again to grip his cock. You sat up so that he could line himself up against your entrance.

Seokmin let you adjust and you took him in slowly. As soon as you had all of him inside of you, he sighed. Told you how good you felt clenching around him. Told you how much he liked stretching you out. Told you a lot of things as you started to slowly roll your hips. The pace was slow and you knew it needed to be faster. But there was something really nice about having a moment of control. Something nice about watching him. Something nice getting him to beg.

“Please,” he whined.

And so you gave in. You rolled your hips faster, dug your nails into his shoulders, enjoyed his finger tips digging into the skin at your hips. Every sensation added to the next and only made you want more. More of him, more of this feeling, more everything.

As if he couldn’t help himself, his hips bucked up into you. When you let out a string of expletives, he took it as permission to do it again. His hips bucked up into you in rhythm and it was almost more than you could take. You were sensitive from your first orgasm but he felt so good. The pace quickened again as he thrusted his hips up into you. He was so deep and it was so much. You reached your hand down between your bodies to rub your clit. But he knocked your hand away and kissed you hard. A second later, his hand was on your clit.

It was all too much. His thrusts started to falter and you knew he was close. You adjusted so that you could make up for him faltering, rolled your hips as hard and fast as you could manage. Chased the high for both of you.

Seokmin swore and released into you. His thumb on your clit had you cumming right after him and you both rode it out together. You moved slower on him as he thrust into a final few times. You stilled on top of him and his lips found yours again, hands moved to tangle in your hair.

This time the kiss was soft, almost like a first real kiss. It was so, so gentle and so filled with care. So at odds with everything that had just happened between the two of you. It was like being wrapped up in a blanket on a cold day, warm and familiar. You had a thought that you could kiss him like that again. That you actually wanted to.

But you needed to pull away. You needed to get off of his lap and you both needed to get cleaned up. Those were some dangerous thoughts and you didn’t really need to be having them.

If only his face wasn’t all care and affection when you pulled away. If only he didn’t offer to go get some washcloths to help you clean up. If only he didn’t offer you his clothes to sleep in. If only he didn’t ask you to cuddle in bed with him that night. If only he didn’t look so cute when you agreed.

If only, right?

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kyeomsense · 5 months

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can we start over? (lee seokmin) — preview

lee seokmin x f!reader

preview of a longer fic in the works

fluff..? (this part at least)

wc: ~1.3k

synopsis: you’ve never been one to give second chances. but for seokmin, you’d do it all over again.

it’s december. you know it is when you feel frosty wind leaking into your apartment even through your cozy puffer jacket. as you peer into your full-body mirror before heading to work, your hands snugly secure a thick scarf around your neck. you doubt it’ll keep the cold out much, but you’ll have to make due.

you head out, shutting the door and turning on your heel to pop your key in the lock. the trek to work is always rough, but you have a feeling that this time will be particularly miserable.

your suspicion is confirmed when you open the door of your complex and are greeted with a shrill howl from the wind. the cold smacks your face as you exit and begin walking to the small cafe you call your second home. a thick blanket of snow covers the sidewalk, making it neary impossible for you to yank your feet forward.

when you reach the cafe, you spot your cat-eyed co-worker wiping off tables. “hey, wonwoo,” you greet, shaking off the snow housed in the crevices of your puffer.

“hey. your car still broken?” he asks.

“mhm. haven’t had the chance to get it fixed yet,” you sigh. you strip yourself of your thick outerwear and slip into your apron. “i don’t have the money, either.”

wonwoo hums in response. “if you need a ride, you can always call, yknow.”

you scoff at his suggestion, laughing a little as you imagine it. “call you? wonwoo, i’m not getting on your death trap bike.”

“it’s not a death trap, it’s safe—”

“it’s so a death trap,” mingyu chimes in from behind the counter as he slides a hot chocolate towards you. you give him a quick thanks before grasping the drink.

wonwoo rolls his eyes, pushing his glasses up a bit as he shifts to spray down the next table. you make your way behind the counter, letting their bickering act as white noise as you clock in for the day and begin organizing the displays.

twenty minutes later, when wonwoo flips the closed sign to open, a rush of customers fills the cafe. you and mingyu get to work, alternating between making drinks, heating pastries, and taking orders. you hate this time of the year, mostly because the cafe gets extra busy with customers who are all extra cranky due to the cold. plus, every time the door opens, you can feel a gust of frost engulf the cash register through your casual sweater and apron.

the day goes by uneventfully. there’s the usual mishaps, such as mingyu dropping a drink and the grumpy customer complaining about their order, but nothing much. by the time you’re ready to leave, it’s late in the evening. wonwoo’s settled behind the register counting bills while mingyu is deep cleaning the espresso maker. it’s almost time to close up, but that doesn’t stop a group of rowdy university students from plowing through the entrance and trickling snow across the wooden floors.

“wonwoo? didn’t know you worked here.” one of them chirps. his navy blue overcoat and matching converse don’t ring any bells in your memory.

wonwoo shrugs. “hey, kwan. looking for gyu? he’s cleaning up right now, but he should be done soon.”

the boy nods and motions for the others to grab a table. “you guys aren’t closed yet, right?”

as you’re about to chime in that you close in five minutes, wonwoo beats you to it. he lets out a soft sigh before slapping on his customer service smile and letting out a reluctant “no.”

when wonwoo begins scribbling notes onto his yellow notepad, you take it as your signal to adjust your apron and take your place behind the counter once more. for some reason, you feel a soft prick at the back of your neck, almost as if you were being watched. you shrug it off before you can think anything more of it and get to work on the array of drinks.

two hazelnut lattes, an iced americano (in this weather?), and a hot chocolate.

mingyu peeps his head out from the back as you and wonwoo finish up the drinks. “hey. i thought we were closed?”

you throw him a scoff. “we were gonna, but we got a few orders. your friends are here, by the way.” you tilt your head in the direction of the group of boys.

at the mention of them, mingyu slinks out from the back room and rushes to greet them. wonwoo huffs. “his friends came and ordered all this, but he isn’t helping.”

a light laugh escapes you in response before you call out the drinks. one by one, the boys stand make their way towards the counter. they all say their quick ‘thank you’s before settling down at their table, mingyu included.

“gyu, are you gonna close up?” wonwoo calls.

mingyu hollers back a clumsy ‘yes’ before returning to his exciting conversation with his friends. you shrug at wonwoo before turning the open sign to closed and returning to spray down the tables.

“i’m off for the night. i can stay if you need a ride, though?” wonwoo asks, pulling his thick hoodie on.

you shake your head. “no, i’ll be fine. it’s only a ten minute walk.”

he doesn’t push the subject any further and waves you goodbye as he leaves. you’re left with the sound of chatter as you polish the few tables you have left and begin your arrangements to leave.

“y/n!” mingyu calls.

you jump at his sudden yell, but turn to face him anyways. “yeah?”

“my friend was asking if—”

“do you have a boyfriend?” one of mingyu’s friends interrupts, a mischievous yet angelic smile flashing onto his lips.

a bit surprised, but intrigued, you shake your head. the table erupts into chatter once more, but is quickly silenced as the navy boy from before pipes up. “are you in the market for one?”

you’re a bit taken aback by the forwardness of it all. mingyu seems to be as well, with his hands covering his face in embarrassment. “i.. guess?” you respond. for a second, you wonder if this is one of those hidden camera pranks you’ve seen on youtube.

“he thinks you’re cute!” the angel boy yells out, pointing to a distressed-looking man in a thick puffer and beanie.

he’s curled in on himself, his face shoved into his hands as his friends all hype him up. his beanie is propped in a way that doesn’t cover his ears, and you can see the tips of them glowing bright crimson. you feel bad for him, because his obvious lack of comfort weighs on you, too.

before you can respond, mingyu stands up with a shriek of his chair. “alright! it’s time for us to close. let’s pick this up when we get to my place, okay?” he says with a forced smile. his gaze is anything but pleasant as he stares daggers into the now devilish face of his friend.

they all shuffle out of their seats and stalk towards the exit. as they file out the door, you return to your task at hand, but feel a soft tap on your shoulder.

when you turn, you’re greeted by the boy from before. his face is still red, and it’s clear that he’s a bit shaken up by the entire ordeal, but his hands have left his face and given you an opening to see how handsome he is. shining eyes, a high, pointed nose, and plump rosy lips. his long legs make you tilt your head upwards to meet his shy gaze. he looks friendly and cute.

“i’m sorry about them,” he starts. it takes you a moment to register his voice. it’s honey-like and forward, and it makes your heart flutter slightly.

you offer him a comforting smile. “it’s alright! i mean, i was really flattered, but i understand if you don’t actually—”

“i do. think you’re cute, i mean.”

the statement breaks your brain for a second. the next thing you know, you feel a lapping heat rush to your cheeks and fill the tips of your ears. “oh.”

when you’re about to start mentally smacking yourself for your dumbfounded response, he smiles shyly at you. it makes you crumble even more. “could we start over? hi, i’m seokmin, and i was wondering if i could get your number?”

a/n: spoiler? i have so much planned for this fic (in particular.. angst.... i'm very excited..)

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ahlovelightaflame · 8 months

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Out of Hits ~ *Lee Chan*

Summary: Chan wants to prove himself as a worthy member of the gang. But when his opportunity presents itself as a dare in a dare contest, he’s not sure he can do it. But if it means proving his worth, he’ll do whatever it takes.

Pairing: Lee Chan X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 2734

Warning: Swearing, fighting, drinking, dares

Mafia Masterlist

It sucks being the youngest. There, he said it. But it’s true. It absolutely sucks being the youngest! It especially sucks being the youngest out of thirteen boys.

Chan was a good subordinate. He did as he was told when he was told to do it. Of course, what he was told to do were the petty, annoying tasks no one wanted to do. He was like an unpaid intern, but at least he knew he had the ability to move up in the ranks. At least, he hoped so. If not, why was he still here?

The only upside was being able to work on his fighting in the training room. Chan was the best member on the team when it came to hand-to-hand combat. Boxing, karate, kickboxing, and even just traditional street fighting were easy for him. Training his agility and hand-eye coordination was his stress reliever when the teasing and taunting from the rest of the gang got to him.

So it’s not surprising that he was punching and kicking a punching bag in the training room. About an hour ago, he returned from a mission with Jeonghan, Vernon, and Seokmin. The mission went well, but Chan was stuck being the getaway driver, as per usual. It’s not that he wasn’t good at it, in fact he was the best out of those fours. But he didn’t want to always be the getaway driver. He knew he could do so much more if only the boss or Hoshi would give him the chance.

“Working late again?”

He didn’t pause as he continued working out. Nevertheless, he still answered, “Of course. I have to get stronger for the next mission.”

She chuckled. “Chan, you keep going at it like this and one of two things is going to happen: I’m either going to have to get a new punching bag or I’m going to have to wrap up your bloody knuckles.”

“I can take care of myself.” He shot back defensively.

“I’m sure you can, but it’ll make me feel better if I do it.”

He rolled his eyes. “Why are you here?”

She shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep. So I thought I’d come and do some work. Not only that, but my sister asked me to get her weapon schematics that she left here accidentally.”

“Not surprised.”

Laughing, she took up her place behind the punching bag, holding it in place. “Neither am I. She’s a lot like you, always working and working and working. But she also knows when to take a break, unlike someone I know.”

Chan scoffed. “I need to keep working if I want to keep up with the others.”

“Fine. But can you at least do me one favor, please?”

This time he did take a second to look at her with slight confusion. Usually, if it was anyone else, he’d instantly reject them. But she didn’t ask for favors ever. So it must be pretty important.

“What do you want, Y/n?”

“Hoshi is taking his team drinking tomorrow and he invited me to come as well. I know you’d rather not, but could you go with them for me please? My sister needs my help with some big project, so I’m staying behind. However, I need someone to make sure Hoshi isn’t talking shit about me behind my back. He gets a little crazy when he’s drunk.”

Everyone knows how crazy Hoshi gets when he gets drunk. He’s tried on multiple occasions to kiss Seokmin and Jeonghan. He’s challenged Wonwoo and Mingyu to stupid challenges that ended up with him almost dying. One time he even tried to flirt with the Big Boss to make Seungcheol jealous, which ended up with him sleeping outside in his underwear. So Y/n’s apprehension about not going in fear of the crazy shit Hoshi would say or do was warranted.

He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”

She sighed with relief. “Chan, you’re a lifesaver, you know? I’ll even pay you for every time you have to bail him out of trouble tomorrow.”

Chan could feel the tips of his ears warm at her compliment. However, blushing meant weakness and he wasn’t about to give in to weakness. So he started attacking the punching bag with more fervor. “Thanks, I’m going to need it. It better not be chump change either. I’m looking for the big bucks.”

Laughing, she nodded. “Of course. Nothing but the best cold hard cash for the best getaway driver in the Seventeen Mafia.”

Scowling, he landed one more solid on the bag before calling it a night. As he left the training room, he called back through gritted teeth, “Yeah, sure, whatever.”

Now, if Chan didn’t know any better, he would say Mingyu, Seokmin, and Hoshi were on a mission to get as close to drunk as possible in the shortest amount of time. And since Chan was still considered the best getaway driver, he was also considered the designated driver whenever the boys went out drinking. Despite missing out on the drunken fun, he at least was drowning in free soda that the drunk ones kept buying him and he was gathering more than enough blackmail material. All in all, it wasn’t a bad night. He could almost say he had fun.

It wasn’t until they were driving back to the base that he wished he didn’t go out with them in the first place.

“Guys, guys, guys, I have an idea, before we get home.” Hoshi explained like he had just come up with the coolest thing ever. “We should do a dare contest!”

“A dare contest?” Seokmin slurred.

He nodded excitedly. “Yeah, yeah, yeah! See, we give each other dares. And then, and then we have a week to complete them. If, if we don’t, the loser has to do something embarrassing.”

“I think the winners should decide that when they’re sober.” Mingyu muttered.

Again, Hoshi nodded. “Cool, cool, right. Okay, so like Chan, come up with a date for Mingyu.”

This would be too easy. “Mingyu, I dare you to trash your hotel and blame it on ghosts.”

Mingyu gave him a wonky glare. It wasn’t as intimidating as it usually was considering how drunk he was. “I hate you. Okay, DK, I dare you to make a joke about your sex life in your next set at Jeonghan’s casino, in front of your girlfriend.”

Seokmin flushed redder than before. “You’re cruel! I’m going to get in so much trouble! Okay, but Hoshi, you have to take engagement photos of the Boss and Seungcheol without either of them knowing.”

“Easy, no problem.” Hoshi turned to Chan, grinning viciously. “Chan, I dare you to ask out the combat trainer on a fancy, romantic date.”

Chan almost slammed into the mailbox.

“WHAT?!”

The three boys burst out laughing. “Oh come on! It’s so obvious you have a thing for her!” Hoshi teased. “I mean, you weren’t even going to come out tonight if she didn’t convince you to spy on us for her.”

“She did not!”

“Yes she did!” Mingyu rolled his eyes. “C’mon, we know her. She hates being left out of the gossip. And you wouldn’t have come if she didn’t suggest it. Which is another reason why Hoshi dared you to ask her out. You SO love her.”

“I DO NOT!” Chan responded a little too loud. He could feel his cheeks warm as he refused to look at his friends.

Hoshi groaned. “Are you going to do it or not?”

With a huff, he snapped, “Fine. I’ll do it. But only to prove I’m not weak.”

“No one said you were.”

Chan shouldn’t have agreed to the dare.

It has been almost a whole week since Hoshi dared him to ask Y/n out and he still hasn’t approached her. Sure, Mingyu still had to do his dare, but Hoshi was doing his right now and DK did his three days ago. His girlfriend gave him an earful and even threatened to break up with him. But he managed to smooth things over by promising her a week of non-stop romance.

So Chan needed to grow some balls and just talk to her. It shouldn’t be that hard. He had asked out girls before and even though most of them ended in crushing failure, it never bothered him THAT much. So why was he so nervous this time around?

He saw her everyday. They sparred together all the time. They laughed, joked, and spent time with each other as often as they could. So why did everything feel different and scary now that they were labeling it as dating?

But if he didn’t go through with this, he would not only be forced to endure whatever punishment the other’s conjured up, but he would be seen as weak for the rest of his life. He couldn’t have that. He would show them. Chan was strong and manly and he could do anything.

“Hey Y/n.”

The trainer looked up and smiled brightly at him. “Oh, hey, Chan! Ready to train again? I have some new moves I can show you if you’re interested.”

“I think I have some better moves to show you instead.” Not his smoothest line, but it was out there, so he needed to work with it.

She furrowed her brows. “Oh yeah? What kind of moves?”

Chan’s hand found the wall beside her head, effectively trapping her against the wall. As soon as he did it, he felt his face go solid red. Could he get any cringier?

With a small smirk, she replied, “Oh, those kinds of moves?”

“Y-yeah.”

Chuckling, she shook her head. “Oh, Chan, you’re adorable, really. But let’s not bite off more than we can chew now, alright? I don’t think you could handle me, even if you think you can.”

“I know I can!” He shot back defiantly. Where that small burst of courage came from, he had no idea. “I have lots of great moves! And I can show you all of them if you go out with me this weekend.”

One of her eyebrows raised as she folded her arms over her chest. “Is that so? Well, then let me make a friendly wager with you. Sounds fair?”

He removed his arm from beside her head and took a small step back. Not because he was scared! No, he wasn’t scared! He just needed to look serious when he heard her challenge. With a nod of his head, he encouraged her to continue.

Holding up three fingers, she said, “Three matches. I challenge you to three boxing matches, with the best of three being the winner. If you win, I’ll go out with you. If I win, you don’t ask me out and you don’t try again. Alright?”

Chan felt his stomach churn at her stipulations of the wager. Now, he likes Y/n. He may not have seriously thought about asking her out, but he always knew deep down it was a possibility. The idea of never asking her out if he lost made him feel bad. What if he did lose and wanted to ask her out again in the future? Was he willing to jeopardize a potentially beautiful relationship over three little matches?

Apparently.

With a defiant nod, he held his hand out, which she shook. “Alright. Let’s do this.”

Following her into the boxing ring, he taped up his hands and tried to psych himself up. He must really be stupid to agree to this. But he made his bed. Now he had to go lie in it.

Turning to face her, she nodded and got into the proper stance. “Alright, on my count. One, two, three, go!”

The first match was over before it began. All it took was a quick swipe of her leg and her even faster reflexes to pin him. Tapping out, Chan huffed and trudged to his corner again. This was not the victory he wanted. He was too in his head about this and he knew it. He needed to clear his mind, take a deep breath, and treat this like an actual training match. There was nothing on the line, there was nothing in his way. Just him and her, sparring in the ring, just like always.

He could do this.

In the second match, he was better. He was quick and dodged her preliminary attack. As she recovered, he got a couple hits in and kept her on her toes. Watching her openings, he made sure to strike fast and strike hard. He was doing really well.

Until she landed a particularly good hit on his shoulder. As he tried to recover, she landed blow after blow after blow, hitting him with a flurry of punches and kicks. Before too long, he was pinned on the floor again, tapping out.

Panting hard, he wiped the sweat off of his face. She stood up and held out her hand to him, which he took. Now on his feet, he shook the hand he was still holding onto.

“You always were a phenomenal fighter, Y/n.” Chan told her. “And I hope now that all of this is over, we can still fight with each other. You’re my favorite partner.”

“We can still be partners.”

He nodded and smiled, though his heart wasn’t in it. “Well, I’m going to shower. I’m sure Hoshi is going to want to go over that big mission coming up soon. They’re going to need their getaway driver to be ready, you know.”

As he turned, he paused as she called out. “You don’t have to go. We still have one more fight.”

Chan furrowed his eyebrows. “Y/n, I lost. You won, best two out of three. The wager is over.”

With a cheeky smile, she shook her head. “No, it’s not over yet. Besides, I really wanna see how this last fight will play out.”

“You’ll beat me.” His answer slipped out before he could stop himself.

“Perhaps,” She shrugged before beckoning him towards her, “Unless I even the playing field. Come here, I know something that we’re both good at.”

Dropping to the floor, she held her arm out. He snorted. “Arm wrestling? Really?”

“What?” She challenged him. “Afraid you’ll lose?”

Shaking his head, he got on the ground as well. Clasping hands, he gave her another determined nod. Either he was going to go out in a blaze of glory or burn in shame for years to come. But it didn’t matter all that much. He was having fun and that’s what mattered to him.

When she nodded as well, she counted off and the challenge began. She was strong. She always has been. But Chan had been working out a lot more lately, especially his upper body and arms. So even though she put up a good fight, he beat her.

Laughing, she stood up, dusted off her hand, and held it out to him. “Congratulations, Chan.”

He shook her hand. “I may have one but that doesn’t-”

Before he could finish his response, she pressed her lips to his. At first he was caught off guard, but he managed to reciprocate before she pulled away. He was about to ask her what that was all about when she spoke first.

“Look, just because I said you couldn’t ask me out doesn’t mean I can’t ask you out.” She explained. “So, Chan, do you want to go out with me this weekend?”

He blinked before smiling dumbly. “Yeah. I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

Oh, and as for the rest of the dare war, Hoshi didn’t get found until DK let it slip accidentally a day later. Seungcheol almost beat him to death, while the Big Boss locked herself in her office and didn’t come out for twenty four hours. Mingyu never completed his dare and his punishment was that everyone was allowed to use his hotel for one event for free. Jeonghan swears on his life that he plans on using his event to host Seungcheol’s wedding, which also got him beaten up by Seungcheol as well.

And Chan escaped without any punishment. However, both Y/n and him agreed to adjust the details to save the poor boy's reputation. But now that he’s with you, reputation doesn’t matter quite as much as it used to.

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grae-98 · 2 years

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Prove Me Wrong

Pairing: Lee Chan x fem!Reader

Genre: Mild Smut, Spicy

Wordcount: about 2.2k

Warnings: kinda mean Chan, spit, daddy kink, slight face slapping, begging

Summary: Playing a game with the boys leads to a personal question that makes Chan feel a little embarrassed. Whatever can you do to help him?

A/N: This was originally written for the second day of kinktober which was supposed to be a daddy kink. I completely forgot about it and now here we are. I also found fake kakao messages and I had too much fun

pls no one under 18 interact with this

It all started during a drunk conversation. It was a light-hearted question that prompted everyone to answer. As Sooyoung poured you another drink to fuel your lightheaded haze in the dim lighting when the question was asked.

Seokmin started this round of questioning with, “Would you rather be called Baby or Daddy?” It was followed by an eruption of laughter by the drunkards and scoffs of mild disgust by those who did not wish to imbibe. The sound of clapping was joined in tandem with the laughter. Clearly entertained, you laughed along with the loud ones. Soonyoung to your right nearly bursting your ear with his laughter, and Mingyu to your left kept reasonable volume.

As each member of the friend group made their way around the table some were easy to guess just by a glance. Seungcheol as daddy; makes sense, Mingyu as baby or puppy; makes sense. What didn’t make a lot of sense at first was Chan saying that he’d prefer daddy. He seemed like such a baby boy, and as the youngest of the 13 friends you supposed they’d painted it that way.

Then it had gotten to you. One or two of them shifted in their chairs uncomfortably, and you noticed. Which prompted Seokmin to speak again, “I guess do you prefer baby or mommy?”

A few more giggles made their way around the table after his slight shift to the question.

“Hmm…I guess it could go either way. I think I prefer princess or daddy. Mommy just sounds a little strange.” The table goes dead silent.

“What? You think that because I’m a girl I can’t be daddy?” Jeonghan across from you laughs as he states, “No, I think you’d be a better daddy than baby Channie over there.”

That's when the whole table gets engulfed in laughter once again. The drinks start as much as they were before.

Clearly offended, Chan tries to defend himself, “You don’t know what I’m like! I am a great-”

Cut off by the input of your own words, “I’m sorry, how do you call someone younger than you daddy?” Chan’s face pales in color as he gapes at your question.

“That’s what I thought. Just be a nice good boy for daddy, okay? Let’s let the grown ups talk now.” A resounding ‘ooo’ and went around the table as well as a couple laughs. Chan at this point closed his mouth and faced his head down towards the table. Face burning and shame high.

The conversation picked up from there as one of the other members offered to play a game offering the chance for the group to become routy and energetic again. Chan still looked a little defeated even while playing the game. Feeling bad you attempt to extend the olive branch. What started as an attempted apology turned a little too sour too fast.

You can see he's getting every one of these messages because he clearly picks up his phone, reads the message, and sets it back down. The annoyance is clearly evident on his face as he does his best to participate in the game at hand. Yet the drink in your system doesn't seem to quite get the hint.

He doesn’t respond again after those texts. You decide that you’ll give him a few more minutes before you try to message him again. Sitting back in your chair like a child that is throwing a minor tantrum letting a huff of frustration.

Chan stands straight from his seat after the message was sent causing every eye to go straight to him. Chan on the other hand was only looking at you. Eyes boring straight into your being while simultaneously giving silent command to follow after him to which you comply without hesitation.

Coming to stride beside him he looks over to you with a smirk while placing a hand on your lower back.

“Ready to show me how good you’re going to be for daddy, princess?” You choke on the intake of air causing you to cough. Chan gives you an evil snort and chuckle before setting off to continue towards the room.

Entering a threshold has never seemed so imposing as he shut the door with a click. Twisting the lock into place, he turned fluidly on his heels to face your direction.

“On your knees.” You looked at him in shock. Eyes set wide open as you stare at him in miniscule disbelief. Still trying to process the few words you don’t move a single muscle when he begins to speak again.

“Wow, is she so dumb that she can’t follow a simple request? Or did she simply not hear me?”

Taking forward steps Chan now stands a mere foot away from you. His typically non intimidating stature seems much more imposing when he sets his hands to the top of your shoulders. You glance down to look at the hand with the ring on his middle finger before looking back up to him. Meeting his eyes, you blinked twice, and maybe he took that as your response because he took that as his sign to repeat himself.

“I said, on your knees.” With that he gives you a slight push on top of your shoulders, and this time you follow his direction. Knees pressed into the hardwood floor looking up to Chan. You maintained the same eye contact as you sat on the heels of your feet.

“See, it wasn't so hard was it?” Chan tilts his head to the side when he slides his left hand down your cheek. Thumb smoothing over underneath your lip. He wets his lower lip with his tongue at the same time he pulls your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.

“Open up for daddy.” You internally cringe just a little, but follow his command regardless. Your mouth is met with the same thumb pushing its way in and Instinctively you close your lips around it. The salt and oil of his unwashed thumb spreads across your taste buds in recoil. Persistent in the minute task given you push further in enthusiasm. Chan gives you a simple good girl before he leans down just enough to fondle your right breast over your shirt. The cotton of your shirt rubs against the flesh of your chest.

A quick high pitched whine was his okay to continue his provided touch. Releasing his thumb from your mouth with a pant, he begins to chastise you. “Did I say you could-” the scolding could never really get far before you moved your mouth to his first two fingers. Happily taking them back into the damp caress of your mouth. A pick up in pace and enthusiasm around Chan’s fingers. Pulling them as far as you could into your mouth with the suction. Tongue feeling the shallow ridges of his finger prints. He lets out a surprised groan and closes his eyes for a second.

The hand that was over your clothed tit was pushing its way down the front of your shirt. An easy access to the inside of the bra without any removal of it. Fingers heading straight for the nipple. Tweaking and pulling in different patterns and speeds. Moaning around his fingers you open up your mouth to allow yourself to breathe, drool falling from the base of his fingers down your chin; and Chan gives you a dark chuckle as he stands over you. His eyes staring at you with a look that seemed to be a mixture of excitement and intrigue.

“What’s my name?” He spoke while lifting his fingers from your mouth. Smearing the saliva from his fingers across the lower part of your face. The embarrassment must have flashed across your face clearly enough for him to raise his eyebrows in wait of your answer.

“Chan, please.” You look up to his eyes again as they had fallen to the floor just a moment earlier.

“Wrong.” He gave a short and curt response before he smacked your cheek. You opened your mouth again, but this time he used his fingers to fuck your mouth open. Two fingers soon became three, and you could feel him touching the front of your tonsils. Giving into your gag reflex, you make a noise of discontent around the fingers as he proceeds to push their way just the same as before. He now has the hand that was once on your breast holding the back of your head as the phalanges that thrust into you cause even more droll to land on the front of your shirt.

Allowing you a sense of reprieve after a moment Chan takes his fingers out once more.

“Do you think you learned?” He takes a moment to move fallen hair that came ro block the view of you knelt before him. Left hand sweeping across his forehead. “Want to try again Princess? What’s my name?” Left hand now coming to stroke your left cheek with his thumb once again.

“Daddy,” You mumble with a stutter. It still feels more like a question than a statement with the wavering of your voice. The once confident bolster in your inflection is lost after the previous interaction. Chan however seems pleased as his serious expression softens and gains so joy.

“That’s right. Now she’s got it. Now tell daddy what the little princess wants.” You take a moment to contemplate his request. What did you want? How did you want this to end?

“Want daddy’s cock,” You felt silly saying it, you truly did, but the look on his face was one of the hottest things you’ve seen to date.

“Want daddy’s cock? How does the spoiled girl want my cock hm?” You stare up at him with big eyes wide open as you slowly open your mouth for him once more. Chan raises his eyebrows as he understands your gesture.

Flashing a toothy grin he begins to speak yet again, “In your mouth?”

You nodded at him intensely, “Well, you’re going to have to beg for it then.”

“But!” You begin to argue, “I don’t see why I would have to beg for you to-”

“Listen Princess, you’re the one who said that I can prove you wrong. Daddy’s told you what to do, and if you’re not going to listen to what he tells you to do then he’s going to have to teach you a lesson. Do you understand me?”

You nod at him once more but it is accompanied by a glare from you. The deep squint of your eye was not well received by Chan because he began once more, much more serious this time. “You are going to beg for daddy’s cock in your mouth and if he’s not convinced by you, then he is going to leave you here and get the guys to come and look at you in your shame.”

You stare at him dumbfounded, “Seriously, you wouldn’t!” You attempt to beckon him back to you.

Calling your bluff, Chan removes his hands from you completely as he steps away from you to reach for the door handle. You gulped a painful swallow of air down your throat as you called out for him once again. Chan halts his movements, hand falling short of the knob. Turning slowly to face you, the shadow of the light from above casting down his brow as he looks at you.

“Please daddy,” a desperate plea caught his attention fully and he looked to you as you sat on your half asleep feet. Waiting got you to continue with your favor, he turns away from the door.

“Daddy, please don’t go out there. I’ll be a good girl I promise,” You give a huff of compromising assurance. “You were so nice as to offer me a cock for my mouth right? Well I didn’t get to see it yet. Please let me see your pretty cock daddy.”

You suck in air through your teeth as you begin to walk forward on your knees towards him. Sore and ready to stand up you make your way over to him anyway. Upon reaching him, Chan set a hand on his hip as you reach to place either hand on the outside of his thighs. He gives you a look that reads for you to continue with what you were saying.

Taking a shaky breath in, “I’m very good with my mouth, you felt it with your fingers didn’t you? Please let me show you how good I can suck your dick. I want to so badly, I bet your dick is so big I’ll drool everywhere and make a mess of myself. Everyone out there will know exactly what happened here, won't they?” You begin to unbutton the loose fitting bottoms that he was already wearing. Chan made no effort to stop your movements as you continued with your words of ‘affection’.

“I really want you in my throat daddy please, please please please?” Your pleas fall to his ear and he responds with a smile. Allowing for you to kindly free himself from his briefs.

“Okay princess, open up for daddy.”

#lee chan #svt smut #dino smut #dino x reader #chan x reader #svt #seventeen smut

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luv4dino · 15 days

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EPISODE 7. REAL OR FAKE?

pairing: lee seokmin x fem!reader

genre: crack, romance, angst, smau, non-idol au

★ series synopsis: the one where u & ur classmate seokmin start taking an interest in each other, but it leads to a disaster!

mlist. rewatch episode 6: strange / now playing episode 8: truths out

taglist: @lucyskniqht @headlockimnida @piplupnani @hipsdofangirl @ivehypnosis

#second chances x lee seokmin #lee seokmin x reader #dk x reader #dokyeom x reader #seventeen smau #seventeen #seventeen x reader #lee chan x reader #dino x reader #svt smau #svt x reader #vernon x reader #yoon jeonghan x reader

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wooahaes · 2 years

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pink hydrangeas

pairing: non-idol!woozi x gn!reader

prompt: ... your coworker from here

word count: ~1.1k

warnings: n/a

daisy’s notes:

The last person you expected to see outside your door with flowers in his hands was Lee Jihoon.

Maybe someone like Jeonghan or Seokmin, if you really had to pick someone from your job. Most likely the flowers would be a gift of thanks for picking up a shift out of nowhere or for covering for one of them (Seokmin had given you a small box of your favorite candy once for staying late in his place), but that was as far as you ever expected it to go. If anything else, you could maybe even expect Joshua to show up with a few flowers because he seemed to notice whenever you needed little pick-me-ups like that. Even Seungkwan was someone you could see gifting flowers to everyone in the office, and somehow forgetting you for a second and showing up with them and a thousand apologies to give. Jihoon, simply, was not the person you thought you’d see.

He stood there, staring at you before looking back to the flowers in his hands. With a hard swallow, he held them out to you. “Please go out with me. I like you.”

You blinked a few times in surprise. The last person you expected to confess something like that was also Lee Jihoon, although that one was because the topic had come up one night while everyone was getting drinks. He had said it himself: he never saw himself as the person to make the first move in a relationship. It was hard enough to get a good read on him that you weren’t sure if that as a sign that you should.

He said your name again, met your eyes, and you watched him lower the bouquet. “Ah. Sorry. I knew--”

“Where is this coming from?”

Another hard swallow. “I don’t want you to go out with Jeonghan.”

... Well, shit. You weren’t going to to begin with (maybe in another life, but definitely not this one), if you were honest. As attractive as Jeonghan was, he wasn’t exactly your type... and, frankly, Jeonghan wasn’t the one who you stayed late with, and bought takeout for (always getting the extra serving of rice that you knew Jihoon liked) just to see him smile. You could only assume that he saw you telling Jeonghan you’d “think about it” earlier and misunderstood the situation. Not that you blamed him for it--you’d think it was some sort of love confession if you saw it, too, based off the way that Jeonghan would flirt with you playfully to try and entice you into agreeing to things.

“Jihoon...” You took a deep breath. “I’m not going out with Jeonghan.”

The bouquet lowered. “You aren’t?”

“No?” You stood there for a moment, debating whether you should invite him in. “Jeonghan asked if I was going on the retreat next weekend. I told him I would think about it because I had things I needed to do.”

“Oh.” He stared at you, and then looked down at the flowers in his hands. “Sorry. I--”

So you took the chance. “I want to go out with you.”

His head shot up, looking back at you. “What?” A glance to the flowers, then back at you. “Then why did Jeonghan tell me--?”

“I think Jeonghan just tricked you into confessing, Jihoonie,” you teased. With a nod toward the flowers, you folded your arms across your chest, “Are those for me or what?”

Jihoon held them back out, and watched the way you gladly accepted them and turned away. He called out your name, half-expecting for you to shut the door and leave him confused and flustered.

Yet you looked back over your shoulder at him, “You can come in, y’know.”

Jihoon followed you inside your apartment, shutting the door behind him before looking around. It wasn’t the first time he’d come over. Jihoon, despite being someone you didn’t expect to show up with flowers, was still someone close to you. You’d had your fair share of dinners with one another, and he’d helped you back to your apartment plenty of times when you became a little too tipsy (no thanks to Jeonghan and Joshua). It went both ways, though: you’d show up to his place sometimes to take care of him when he worked himself too hard and ended up sick and exhausted.

“You’ve cleaned.”

You acknowledged him with a hum, looking for a vase to put the flowers in. You’d told him once that your mother sent you flowers ever so often, just to remind you that she was thinking of you. “I needed to, so I did.”

He watched you look through a drawer, pulling out a measuring cup. He reached into one of his pockets, finding the packet of flower food that had come with the bouquet. Jihoon walked over, holding it out, and watched the pretty way you had smiled, hummed, and then thanked him as you took it from him. As you prepared a vase, he leaned against the counter, “You’re keeping them?”

“They’re from you. Of course I am.” You cut the packet open, pouring the contents into the water. He watched the cloud rise up as the mixture hit the bottom of the vase, and then watched it fade as you stirred it. “Unless you don’t want me to?”

“Ah. No, I do.” He watched you carefully unwrap the bouquet, carefully placing them in the vase. He quickly reached out, holding the vase in place when it edged a little too far one way. “So you like me?”

The flowers settled into the water, and you looked up with a nod. “I’ve liked you for a while, Jihoon. I thought I was going to have to tell you.”

He smiled, looking away. “Oh.” He watched as you picked up the vase, searching for a nice place to put it. “So... Do you want to get dinner sometime?”

“If you give me twenty minutes, I should be ready.” You had already been halfway toward your bedroom when you looked back at him. “Unless you’re busy--”

He shook his head. “No! No, I--I can wait.” He drifted over toward your couch, “I’ll wait.”

He liked the teasing smile you had flashed him before disappearing into your bedroom, and sank down onto your couch. He pulled out his phone, found Jeonghan’s contact, and typed out one message: Watch your back on Monday.

... Only to receive an Oh? So my plan worked? You should thank me then :) in response.

#wooahaes.fic #seventeen imagine #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #svt x reader #svt imagine #svt x you #woozi reader insert #woozi x reader #woozi fluff #woozi x you

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wonuvrs · 2 years

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pairing : seokmin x reader

genre : angst(?)

word count : 1.2k

a/n. i wrote this two weeks ago but never had the energy to finish :p

❝you love him.❞

you can never help but smile by how goofy seokmin looks whenever he wins an arcade game. he jumps up and down while approaching towards you before grabbing your waist and giving you a peck on lips, every single time he wins a game. whenever he smiles you swear you want nothing but happiness for him, you don’t want to see that smile fade away ever. the love he has for you is so pure and full, it’s the kind of love everyone dreams of.

after giving you another kiss after a round of skeeball you smile up at him “seokmin, i have to use the bathroom ok?” you say as you hold his hands. “mm” he mutters under his smile, giving you another kiss before you head off. as you walk towards the bathroom you try to gather yourself while have feeling a lump in your throat. when you enter the bathroom, a few tears hit the sink and you let out a huge sigh before glancing at your phone, which held a wallpaper of you and seokmin from your very first date.

flashback to 2 and a half years ago :

your heart was nearly pounding out of your chest as your best friend was trying to reassure you via facetime. you were going on a date with lee seokmin, the guy who sat in front of you in class with a smile that could heal the world. you’ve been crushing on him the second you guys made eye contact, since then he’s turned around an x amount of times just to talk to you getting in trouble for most of it. there was nothing else in the world that made your heart flutter the way he did.

as you were finishing up getting ready for your first date, you got a message from seokmin.

seokmin: excited to see u :)

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a huge bouquet of flowers, and in your favourite colour too. your heart sank as a painful smile grew on your face, he’s truly the most thoughtful and sweetest boy to ever exist. “he sent me a photo of a bouquet of flowers.” you told your friend nearly squealing. you bit your lip, trying to calm yourself down and took a deep breath before finalizing your look for tonight’s date. “he’ll be here soon, i’ll tell you everything when we get back!” you told your friend before hanging up.

seokmin: look outside :)

after reading the message you look outside and see seokmin standing outside of his car looking as dashing as ever. blood rushed to your cheeks as you ran outside giving him the biggest hug ever. you lock eyes for a moment and just then, nothing else felt more perfect than being there with him. is this what love felt like?

at the restaurant, you guys talked the entire time. he listened whenever you spoke and always made sure you were heard, he wiped your mouth whenever you got food on your face and he would hold your hand whenever given the chance.

at the end of the night after dinner, you both went on a walk to admire the night and the atmosphere. standing on a bridge staring into the lake he asked a stranger to take photos of the two of you. a couple poses later and he pulled you in by the waist in for a deep kiss, one hand on your lower back and the other on your cheek. at that moment you knew that this man was your soulmate.

*flashback end*

you hold the phone to your heart, not knowing how to stir up the courage to tell seokmin that you still love him, but you’ve fallen in even more love with someone else. you take in a deep breath as you wipe your tears away, the longer you stay with him the more painful it’ll be for the both of you.

as you get ready to go back out you receive a message from him. the boy that holds your heart…

boo seungkwan.

without reading the message you already felt reassured because you know it was seungkwan telling you everything will be okay. were you an asshole for falling love with someone else? for falling in love with his best friend?

would you ruin their friendship?

thoughts of these sorts were forever occupying your mind. even due to the fact that seungkwan told you that seokmin just wants happiness for you, even if that means he’ll get hurt along the way.

you try to remind yourself that everything will be okay and a weight will be lifted off your shoulders once you get it over with.

as you head out you put your phone in your back pocket and seokmin was already outside waiting for you. he smiled and said “are you okay?” as he rubbed your arms, while you were trying to muster up the courage to say anything he took your hand and said “let’s talk in the car.”

as you sat in the passenger seat he pulled something from the back, “ta da~” he said while showing you a bunny plushie, you smiled softly as you took it. “i’m glad i was able to at least give you this bunny plushie, i almost didn’t have enough tickets.” he laughed. “seokmin…” you tried to speak.

“it’s a nice little gift to remind us of our last date.”

he cut you off with that very sentence and your heart dropped to your stomach as you let the tears flow out. he looked ahead of him staring into the sunset, “i don’t want you to say anything. i know it hurts you trying to tell me..” you stared at him but he didn’t stare back, “i know you better than anyone, you know me better than anyone. you don’t need words to tell me anything, i understand your body language and the energy you give off. that alone tells me enough.” he continued as you noticed him holding back tears.

“you love him.”

a tear rolled down his face, “and you love me too.” he said, finally looking back at you with a small smile. “but you love him more and i understand that, i want you to be happy but i want that to be with me.” that’s what you know he wanted to say, he wasn’t kidding when he said that you two know each other better than anyone. “if he’s the one that makes you happy then i don’t want to be in the way of that.” he said as he stared back into the distance. “don’t think lowly of yourself for hurting me, i love you so much that i’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re happy, even if that means sacrificing my happiness.” was the last thing he said before driving to drop you off at home. not another word was said the entire ride.

before you left the car he cupped your face with his hand and gave you a kiss on the cheek one last time, “you’ll always have a spot in my heart, you’ll always be the one that i love.” he said before wiping the tear from your face. a love like that, is only something you experience once in a lifetime.

yet it slipped away in a second.

#seventeen #svt #seventeen imagine #svt imagine #svt angst #seokmin x reader #dk x reader #seventeen imagines #svt imagines

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got-svt · 3 years

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pairing: seventeen x reader genre: fluff, angst

updates: ???

warning; this is just me indulging in some of my favorite tropes and cliches because I can’t get enough of them

during the course of our lives, we meet thousands of people, creating either a seconds long moment or memories that last a lifetime. some of them you’ll have the opportunity to know beyond their names and faces, some you may even grow to love. unfortunately, not all of them have the luxury of staying in your life forever.

seventeen as all the boys you’ve loved and lost.

lee chan as the childhood best friend. he’s the one you grew up next to, who lived in the house directly in front of yours. the one you’ll forever associate with popsicles on the sidewalk, bike rides at dawn, seesaws and swings at sunset. and you wish you could trap yourself within the memories, to never escape the hold of childhood innocence. but, just like everyone else, both of you eventually had to grow up.

yoon jeonghan as the academic rival. he’s the one that had you wondering how could you be so similar to someone, yet so different? he knew how to push your buttons and make a competition of everything, whether it was sports, academics, or extracurriculars. he was the one that made steam come out of your ears and blood rush to your cheeks. but even you had to admit there was a certain rush that came with it, too bad he transferred schools just before senior year.

vernon chwe as the first love. he’s the one who woke up thirty minutes earlier in the morning just so he could walk with you to school. it was the kind of love that felt more like a friendship, but neither of you would have had it any other way. filled with inside jokes, skating in the park, sneaking out after curfew. all smiles, messy kisses, and badly belting out songs in the car. unfortunately, both of you also knew your relationship would never last past graduation day.

xu minghao as the boy you met at summer art camp. he’s the one you were hesitant to approach at first. it wasn’t until you were tasked to critique each other’s works that you really got to know him. after that it was all marshmallows around a campfire, swimming in the lake, drawing in the fields, and paint that never seemed to leave either of your skin. as much as you wanted it to last forever, summer had to end and he never promised to keep in touch.

joshua hong as the university campus crush. he’s the one who seemed too good to be true. whose smile could break a million hearts, but you knew better than to fall for it. you saw him studying in the library, walking the halls, relaxing in the quad, always surrounded by a crowd of adoring fans — all vying for his attention. what a shame you never found out that you were the one who managed to catch his eye.

boo seungkwan as the classmate you tutor. he’s the one who pretended to struggle in chemistry just so he could get closer to you. soon enough quiet afternoons in the library ended with nights at a karaoke bar, singing your hearts out to hits from the 2000s. you always knew he liked you. he never knew you liked him back, and your newfound friendship became much too valuable to risk. as the semester drew to a close, so did chances of a relationship.

wen junhui as the barista at your favorite cafe. he’s the one who spelled your name right on the first try and remembered your order by the third visit. the only one who greeted you with a smile as you entered the door — not a forced, practiced smile, but a genuine one. his voice was as soothing as the cups of tea he made on nights you couldn’t sleep. however, you could never recall a time you saw him outside the cafe.

kwon soonyoung as the dance partner. he was the teaching assistant in your social dancing class. the butterflies in your stomach went wild each time he laughed off you stepping on his feet, when you felt how tightly he grasped your hand in his, whenever he looked into your eyes. for some reason, you thought he had fallen for you just as you had for him. that idea was crushed when you saw him dancing with somebody else, their bodies in sync the way yours and his could never be.

jeon wonwoo as the college sweetheart. he’s the one you mistakenly thought would last. you remember all the early morning coffee runs and late night drives, cramming sessions in the library, holding hands underneath the table, dancing in the rain, his sweaters smelling like him, lazy sundays talking about the future. it was the kind of love you fought for, but fate had different plans.

kim mingyu as the next door neighbor. living on your own would’ve been dreadful had he not been there. did you need an extra cup of sugar for some cookies? he’ll bring one over and even bake with you. are you going away for a trip? don’t worry he’ll water your plants and feed your fish, making sure they’re the healthiest they can be. something broke? he’s more than willing to fix it himself or call someone who can if he’s unable to. which is why you wish he never moved away, leaving you with nothing but a letter and a quieter apartment.

choi seungcheol as the coworker. your first job was a nightmare, but he was the one who made everything much more tolerable. he made sure you ate properly, never overworked yourself to the point of exhaustion, offered you a ride home when it was too late to take the bus, sent you a smile during early morning meetings. he became your rock during some of the toughest months of your life, what a shame he had to be transferred somewhere else.

lee seokmin as the one that got away. he should’ve been it. hadn’t it been for the timing, the distance, every other little circumstance that eventually built up to be too much. you could’ve had it all. you loved each other and for the longest time you swore it would be enough. but with his life in the spotlight and yours out of it, the end was almost inevitable. maybe in another life things could be different, but neither of you would ever get the chance to know.

lee jihoon as the endgame. he’s the one you met much later on in life, but little did either of you know that your paths were always meant to cross. he’s always been there, waiting in the sidelines. he attended the class after yours, entered the cafe just as you were about to leave, lived in the apartment three floors above you, worked in the building located a couple of streets from your office. the reason why every single heartache eventually became worth it, because they all lead to him — the one who ended up staying.

[taglist is open for the entire series or specific member/s ! just send in an ask or a dm]

note; this will be bulleted scenarios bec i feel like it would be the most feasible for me to do with the other wips i have for this blog. ren — i hear you ask — if you have a ton of wips, why start another series? listen, my brain decided to fart out this idea at three in the morning and what was i supposed to do? say no? ajhsskh and it’s february wc is the month of ~love~ so no better time than this one ig? again,, no update schedule for this one but chan’s will most likely be up on his bday (not sure on vernon’s and seokmin’s that depends on how quickly i can crank these out shdjasn) ! <33

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minghaofilm · 3 years

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pairing: lee jihoon x gn!reader genre: comedy, established relationship wc: 0.5k

48. “you betrayed me.” ↳ part of ficscafe’s dialogue prompt event!

You were sandwiched between Jihoon and Soonyoung for this round of Uno and if you were to say you weren’t afraid, it’d be a complete lie. If Jihoon won again, it’d be his third win of the night. As for Soonyoung, he was most likely going to end the night with zero wins, but he always made sure that someone suffered each round. Whether it be with his insane amount of plus twos, skips, or simply his relentless teasing.

“Uno!” Jihoon calls out as he puts down his second to last card.

Your jaw is slack as you stare at the pile of cards in front of you. There’s a chorus of intrigued hums along with murmurs; all in the meanwhile, you were filled with sadness, sorrow— pain.

“You betrayed me,” you whisper as you bring your cards to your chest. There’s a pang of hurt that resonates throughout your body, causing a frown to form on your face. Jihoon’s eyes are blown wide open as he scoffs in disbelief, motioning towards the disorganized pile of cards on the center table.

“That’s how you play this game!”

“You just threw away our relationship for a wild plus four!” You retort while scooting a bit further away from him. His lips are set in a subtle frown, but he points to the cards once again.

“Pick up your four,” he instructs you. You reluctantly grab your four cards, not missing the chance to send him a glare afterwards.

“You’re going to regret your decision, I hope you know that,” you mutter with your lips set in a pout. From beside you, Soonyoung silently cackles to himself. His action almost makes you believe he’s gone insane, but then you remember he’s a raging Gemini and the fact that he was on his third glass of whatever concoction Mingyu gave him.

He plucks out a card from his deck, twirls it between his fingers a few times, then tosses it onto the pile of cards, revealing its value. A blue reverse.

Your jaw drops for the second time that night, but this time, in a good way. Bless Kwon Soonyoung for placing down that card. You owe him.

“Now’s your chance,” he says with a sing-song voice, leaning onto the cushions behind him. A grin quickly makes it way onto your features as you scramble to grab a card.

You place down your best bet of getting revenge— a blue plus two. You were extremely lucky you managed to pull a blue card that would harm Jihoon, but you still wished you had the same card as him to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“Take that—“

Before you can even finish your sentence, Jihoon places down his last card: a yellow plus two.

“Jihoon wins first place. Again,” Seokmin sighs out with a disappointed look on his face, reaching out to pick up four cards to add to his deck. The entire group groans in dissatisfaction.

“I’m never playing Uno with you again,” you mumble, curling your knees up to your chest and hiding your cards from his view.

“It’s just a game!”

#ficscafe dpe #caratwritersclub #seventeen x reader #lee jihoon x reader #seventeen #seventeen imagines #woozi imagines #lee jihoon imagines #seventeen scenarios #woozi scenarios #lee jihoon scenarios #seventeen drabbles #lee jihoon drabbles #woozi drabbles #i completely forgot how tags work omg >< anyways it’s been way too long since i’ve written for jihoon !!!!!#i hope this is a nice break from the angst :D

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seokmingiggles · 3 years

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transmarinus.

(from beyond the sea)

Prompt: "I like the way your hand fits in mine."

Pairing: Lee Seokmin x female reader

Genre: fluff, slight angst, slow burn, mermaid!au, kinda magical overall(?), probably set in the same universe as Ponyo.

6.03k words

Warnings: some alcohol consumption (everyone is of legal age), swearing, the reader has a phobia of the ocean, allusions to drowning (nothing explicitly mentioned).

Beyond the sea, within the sea—both are places you have no desire to explore. You have lived nearly your whole life with an intense fear of the ocean, yet something about it keeps haunting you.

Alternatively, in which you are afraid of the ocean, yet Seokmin shows you that you no longer have to live in fear.

A/N: I don't have much to say about this little passion project; perhaps that Seokmin is one of my main bias wreckers in Seventeen. In my notes prior to determining a pairing for this fic, I had written: "All three have this kind of magical wonder to them that I want to capture," about my possible choices of a protagonist (you’ll find out the other two contenders later on). I hope I have captured this feeling. Furthermore, there are some loose ends for a possible part two if I feel the desire to continue this au. Enjoy!

The lyrics (bolded) are from Somewhere Beyond the Sea by Bobby Darin.

•• Somewhere beyond the sea,

You've never liked the ocean: the seemingly endless dark depths and rushing currents that could pull you below. No, rephrasing your thoughts—you are afraid of the ocean. Sure, it can be pretty to look at on a calm and sunny summer day, and sure, the sea breeze admittedly feels pleasant brushing through your hair and clothes on occasion, but you refuse to give in to its temptation, to even go near it if you can help it.

Somewhere waiting for me,

It can be lonely sometimes, being the only one of your classmates growing up who refused to go swimming on field trips to the beach nearing the end of the semester. You often found yourself alone and listening to the fun they would be having in the shallow tides: a shimmering, azure blue. You learned to bring things to accompany you when your friends would prefer to enjoy their time swimming. A book and a beach towel resting on the silky sands was often your set-up. Not much has changed since then.

My lover stands on golden sands,

You've become better over the years at handling your fear. When before, you used to hesitate to even step foot onto the sand, now you have become comfortable with the squishing feeling between your toes. However, boats are another story. Your mom once took you on a cruise when you were a child, and honestly, you enjoyed it. Well, for the most part, only until the last night of the tour. Frankly, that's the trip that made you develop your fear of the ocean in the first place. Since then, you've refused to step foot on any watercraft. It's a bit ironic, really. You've grown up on a decently-sized island apart from the mainland—the only way to get across is by a ferry. You're not sure if you'll ever be able to regain your trust with the water.

And watches the ships that go sailin'.

•

"I dare you to go skinny-dipping."

"Oh, hell no. That's a hard pass."

"Really, Gyu? You think she'd do that?"

"You're gross, dude."

"What? Do you want me to go instead?"

"Not really. None of us need to see that."

Being friends with Mingyu, Jungkook, and Hansol—your best friend—is a recipe for no dull moments. You four have a tradition; you'd all take a trip to the Jeon family cabin near the island's peninsula as a way to start your summers. You've all been going for the past few years since your final year of high school, continuing the tradition into your college years.

It's where you find yourselves now, splayed out in drunken messes (some more than others) on the semi-private beach. To your right, there's a small fire pit in the center of your beach chairs. A cold drink is in your left hand to counter the heat in your cheeks from the flames.

"Sorry, (Y/N), I'm an idiot," Mingyu admits after finally realizing what he'd dared you to do. "You don't have to go into the water."

"I wasn't planning on it, but thanks," you reply and take a sip of your drink.

The four of you stare at the fire beginning to diminish. Orange embers glow in the ashes.

Hansol swirls the remains of his beer bottle around. "Why do I suddenly want to go swimming now?"

"Dude, no. It's nearly midnight, and you're drunk," Mingyu retorts, "None of that is a good combination."

The younger boy is about to quip back, but suddenly, a loud splash interrupts his thoughts, heard near the row of rocks separating this property from the next.

The tallest boy stands to try to see the source of the noise, but it's much too dark. "Okay, you're definitely not going swimming now. I don't want to be responsible for your death."

The splashing continues. It isn't as loud as the first time, but it's more constant as if something is struggling by the rocks.

"I'll go check it out," Jungkook puts his bottle down and slips on his sandals, already heading closer to the water.

"Not by yourself, you're not," Hansol is quick to jump to his feet and follow the elder.

You remain seated, and luckily, Mingyu remains at your side too.

•

Somewhere beyond the sea,

Seokmin adores the ocean. Well, he sort of has to since it's been his home for nearly nine decades. He loved playing in the currents with his brothers when he was younger—and now—appreciating how the colour of the water changes the closer he gets to the surface. The ocean makes him feel free. It's like he can go anywhere or see anything. Seokmin can't say he's ever felt love before first-handed, it's not a feeling he can define, but he considers the ocean to be the closest thing that he loves.

She's there watching for me,

He has breached the surface before. It isn't a forbidden action to his people, but it is to be taken carefully; however, there are different rules when you're one of the sons of the merking. There are countless cautionary tales of merfolk who have been spotted by sailors, more on what happens when they get too close to shore. Merpeople are supposed to live for centuries as they slowly age, but most of those tales abruptly cut their lives short. Seokmin feels like the only one who isn't afraid of those stories and wants to see for himself what would happen if he met a land-dweller. He's optimistic that they're not as cruel as the fables portray them to be.

If I could fly like birds on high,

Seokmin is a graceful swimmer. With decades of practice, it's a given talent. He used to struggle when maneuvering through the waves, especially when compared to his two brothers. Yet, with great perseverance and will, Seokmin trained himself to become better. Much stronger and significantly more elegant—he can now soar with ease through the water, quite speedily, too. In his younger days—what would be equivalent to teenagehood in humans—Seokmin would travel for days across the wide ocean, simply feeding his desire to explore.

Then straight to her arms—

Being a part of the royal family means Seokmin is eligible for arranged marriages. Soonyoung, his elder brother coming up on a century old, is already engaged to a beautiful mermaid, Tzuyu; the boy suspects he's next as the second-eldest in their family. Seokmin knows it's to benefit his kingdom, but he also knows that the chance of being in line for the throne is incredibly slim as the second brother. All he wants is to find someone he loves as much as he loves the ocean.

I'd go sailing.

•

"No way," Hansol whispers, breaking the silence between him and Jungkook as they've reached the rocky barrier.

Sure enough, the splashing sound is caused by distress. A boy, looking to be around Hansol's age, is stuck between a few large rocks that have fallen from the wall. It's shallow enough that his torso remains above the surface, but the position looks painful, nonetheless, with one of his arms twisted beneath the collapsed rocks.

"Here," Hansol approaches the stranger slowly, "we can help you."

The boy has a fearful look in his eyes as the human approaches. It's only when Hansol has rolled the legs of his joggers up and is wading into the shallows that he notices the lack of legs the panicking boy has, or rather, the glimmering tail he has instead.

He shrugs off the unusual sight and tries to move the rock, but it's much too large for Hansol to budge by himself, staggering slightly on the uneven ground. He calls Jungkook over to aid him, and the two of them together are able to lift the stone out of the way, freeing the trapped boy.

The stranger slips away and back into the depths before anyone could say anything.

"You saw him too, right?" Hansol asks his friend, pointing out to the vast sea and trying to find some evidence of what was next to him moments ago.

"Yeah," Jungkook is nearly speechless, drying his hands on his shirt.

"He didn't even say thank you."

•

"I fucked up. I fucked up big time!" The youngest brother rants to his siblings upon arriving back to his home safely.

"Alright, Chan, it's time to calm down now-"

"No, Soon, you don't understand! This time was different." Chan continues to ramble, "I would have really been in danger if I was stuck there until morning. The rising sun would suffocate me, no doubt. My precious sixty-one years would be down the drain in an instant!"

“So dramatic,” the eldest chirps. "It's a good thing that those humans found you when they did."

Soonyoung has heard enough of Chan's stories about always venturing off to the shore. He's somewhat jealous. Lately, the eldest has had to spend more time planning for his wedding and preparing to become the next-in-line for the throne. He wishes he could join his brother on an adventure like they used to a couple of decades back.

"Please, Seok, you'll listen to me then, won't you? You're a hopeless romantic."

Seokmin isn't sure if he should be offended by his brother's comment.

"And what if I am?" he asks with his hands fidgeting in his lap. "What does that have to do with this?"

"You're the one who enjoyed exploring the most years ago. I know you've done your share of people-watching before." Chan ponders, then adds more quietly, "Well, and also, the boy who first approached me was kind of cute."

"Oho, does our Channie have a little crush on a human?"

"Great, now you're listening, hyung."

Seokmin sits back and listens to his brothers playfully bantering. He admires them both fondly, sometimes wishing he could be as responsible as Soonyoung, or as free-spirited as Chan. Instead, Seokmin becomes more reserved around his siblings, despite not considering himself to be shy. But the three are well-balanced when they're together.

Noisy, but well-balanced.

"Why do I feel like I need to see him again?" Chan asks Seokmin as they're lying in their shared bedroom. Their older brother has a room to himself, being the next-in-line.

"Maybe you really do like him," Seokmin suggests, not quite knowing what to say. He's never before been enamoured by a particular human, nor any merfolk for that matter. "You're making me curious now. It's been a while since I've seen the surface," he sighs, struggling to remember what dry sand looks like.

"Then you should come with me!" Chan doesn't hesitate to suggest, "I can't guarantee he'll still be there, but it's worth a shot. Right?"

Seokmin hums in thought. As much as he would like to comply with his brother's request, part of him knows how they're not supposed to venture to the surface so freely. Especially with it being so close to Soonyoung's wedding, nothing detrimental should happen to them before the upcoming celebration.

"Besides, I should probably return... this... whatever this is."

Seokmin eyes the strange-looking object with a puzzled expression.

"You know, Chan, it's not very nice to steal things that aren't yours."

•

"Are you sure you checked your suitcase?" you ponder, trying to rack your brain of other locations the missing sandal could have gone. "What about by the hose in the back? Maybe you left it there after rinsing the sand off them."

"No, I've gone through my bags twice already, and I don't think I bothered with the hose last night," Hansol replies. "I have a feeling they're on the beach somewhere. Although, I can't remember if I walked up the path in bare feet or not."

"You were quite drunk, Han."

"Oh, hush. We're on vacation, aren't we?" the boy lifted his eyebrows at the question. "I'm allowed to get drunk. Anyways, will you come with me down to the beach? It's not like my shoe could have walked away on its own," he snickers at his joke, "it's bound to show up somewhere."

You try to ignore the rising uneasiness in your chest. "Do you really need me to go with you?"

"Two sets of eyes are better than one, (Y/N). And I promise I won't let anything bad happen to you. You don't even have to step foot into the water or even go close to it, for that matter."

You sigh and reluctantly agree, slipping on your own pair of sandals for the short walk down to the beach. You know Hansol would have asked one of the other boys to venture with him near the water, but Jungkook and Mingyu had left to get more groceries (and drinks) for tonight, so you were the only option.

"Where did you find the other shoe?" you ask as you scan the area around the fire pit. "Isn't it strange that you only lost one?"

"It was outside the front door. But as you said, (Y/N), I was quite drunk last night."

You giggle at your friend's comment, adding, "Maybe a bird flew off with it this morning," and continue to scan the sand.

"Wait, now that I think of it, I don't think I had that other shoe after we went to the rocks," Hansol considers and begins to walk to the familiar barrier.

The short wall looks smaller in the daylight, but you know the rocks are unstable despite their compact appearance.

You cautiously follow the boy as he ventures closer to the tide.

"You and Kook never did mention what you saw last night over here," you state, trying to create conversation to distract you from being so close to the water.

"Didn't we?" Hansol tries to recall, "I guess we didn't. Maybe because we knew that you and Gyu wouldn't believe us."

"Believe what?"

"Believe-"

You and Hansol turn the corner at the first large rock.

"-that."

Your stomach drops at the sight. There are two boys in the shallows; one is casually sitting and looking around, while the other is floating on the surface.

His rosy, fish-like tail is hard to miss.

"Oh, thank goodness!" Chan exclaims upon seeing the familiar figure, now sitting upright like his brother. "I believe this is yours."

The mermaid holds up Hansol's lost slipper while sporting a beaming smile on his face.

You're in shock. You've read about mythical creatures when you were a child, as most kids do at that age, but never have you thought that their existence is real. Let alone that you would ever come face-to-face with one.

"Thank you," Hansol mutters and carefully approaches the younger male.

Chan introduces himself along with his brother, and Hansol does the same with himself and you.

But you're beginning to panic. The feeling is bubbling up in your throat, and you don't want to break down. So instead, you excuse yourself and run back up the pathway to the cabin.

You miss the way the older merman's eyes remain on your figure as you retreat away.

•

It's far beyond a star,

Seokmin feels strange. It's not the first time he's seen a human-being that close, let alone speak with one, but there was something odd about your behaviour; the unusual feeling seems to stem from seeing you.

"Did you see the way she looked at us?" the second-eldest speaks, recalling your tense expression.

It's near beyond the moon,

"Why? Do you think she's pretty? That would be convenient because I still think Hansol is pretty. I thought he was charming in the moonlight, but now, I can say he's even prettier in the sunshine," Chan hums, repeating the boy's name for the nth time upon their return home. "I never knew humans could be so lovely."

I know beyond a doubt,

"No," Seokmin begins, "I mean, yes, she was pretty too, but she looked afraid of us. Of... me. Didn't she?" He pauses. "I've never had someone be afraid of me before."

Chan glances at his brother's concerned expression. "She was probably just surprised, Seok. Maybe she hasn't seen a merperson in-person before."

"Maybe," Seokmin mumbles, not entirely convinced.

The merman's peculiar feelings about you only fester as the days pass by. When Chan would return to that same beach almost daily in the hopes of seeing Hansol again, Seokmin would remain at his home.

He is strangely impacted by you. Not that you even said a word to Seokmin that day, but the way you reacted threw him off.

He longs to know why you ran away.

My heart will lead me there soon.

•

Not that you needed it, but you now have yet another reason to avoid the ocean.

Hansol ends up journeying down to the beach every time he sees the familiar crimson tail splashing in the shallows from the large cabin window facing the ocean. The other two boys have begun teasing their younger friend about his new fishy pal.

You have tried to express your concern about Chan to Hansol, explaining that he may be dangerous, but your friend has only dismissed your worries and encouraged you that Chan isn't a threat.

"He's a fun guy to talk to. You're welcome to join me down on the beach sometime, (Y/N)," Hansol says as he slips his notorious pair of sandals on. "Actually, Chan has been asking about you lately. If you're doing alright."

You look up from your bowl of cereal with a confused expression. "I don't think I even spoke a word to Chan. Why would he be asking about me?"

Hansol shrugs. "Apparently, one of his brothers has been worried about you. I'm assuming that's why he keeps asking, but that's all I know."

You remain puzzled in your seat at the kitchen table as Hansol closes the front door behind him, wandering down the familiar rocky path towards the water.

"Is (Y/N) coming?" Chan's posture perks up at the sight of the boy approaching.

He shrugs his head, "I don't think so. I'm sure you know by now how apprehensive she can be. Stubborn, too." Hansol takes a seat in the sand. His shoes are off quickly once again as he dips his legs into the water, the gentle waves lapping up to his knees.

Seokmin frowns. He's been accompanying Chan on his near-daily visits in the hopes of seeing you again. With all of the stories Hansol has been telling about the human world and his friends, Seokmin has convinced himself that he wants to properly meet you.

Just to make sure she's doing alright, he tells himself. There's no other reason.

Seokmin takes pride in helping people. As the middle child, he'd often take it upon himself to sort out his brothers' issues, especially on the rare occasion he found them arguing. A mood maker, his mother told him in his youth when she'd noticed the way he always seemed to strive to help others feel better. So when Hansol briefly mentioned your fear of the sea, there's nothing that the boy decides he wants more than to help you see that the ocean isn't something to fear.

However, it is a difficult task to accomplish when you wouldn't even venture down to the beach anymore.

There's part of Seokmin that feels guilty about your recent reluctance. From what Hansol has said, it seems like you were making gradual progress in becoming comfortable near the water. In fact, you hadn't always been afraid of the ocean. Yet, it all seemed to backfire the moment your eyes landed on him and Chan.

It makes Seokmin feel even more responsible for your fear.

•

It's raining today, a stark contrast to the previous perfect blue-sky, sunny weather that you've all been experiencing for the past week on your vacation.

You're the first one up this morning, making your way quietly down the stairs and into the kitchen to make some coffee.

You examine the horizon as the aromatic drink brews. The rain is only spitting down now, but you have a feeling it will pick up later with larger clouds slowly rolling in. It looks like the sun is trying to peek out from behind, although unsuccessful in its attempt.

You pour yourself a cup of coffee when enough fills the pot, hearing the sizzle onto the element when you impatiently remove the container as it continues to drip.

Making your way to the dining table nearby, you take a seat in front of the large window, holding your mug between your hands.

The coffee is too hot to drink right now.

Your mind begins to wander as you wait.

•

(Y/N), age seven.

You wake to a faint ringing sound.

"Mom?"

No response.

You shuffle to the edge of the bed to turn on the lamp. As your eyes adjust to the sudden brightness, you're met only with an empty room.

"Mom?" you say louder, just to once again, unsurprisingly, be met with nothing.

Maybe she's still at the party on the deck, you think to yourself. That would explain the sound. Maybe it's from the music.

You slip out from beneath the duvet and make your way to the cabin door.

You take a deep breath, not knowing why you're so nervous, and open the door.

There's no music. It's an alarm.

You suddenly feel the ship lurch to the side, throwing you off balance and into the side of the doorway.

"Mom!" you cry out, for someone, anyone.

You don't want to be alone.

Tears are prickling beneath your eyes, and immediately, panic rises to your throat.

"Are you (Y/N)?"

A young male rushes down the hallway in your direction.

You nod your head in response, not finding your words.

"Your mom said you'd be down here, come on. She's already up in the rendezvous spot." His nametag says Seungcheol.

You accept his outstretched hand and follow him as he hurries down the corridor back the way he came.

The boat sways again, but Seungcheol stands his ground, keeping you steady on your feet too.

"What's happening?" your voice crackles.

Seungcheol continues to guide you through the interior of the ship. "There was an unexpected storm suddenly. Captain didn't even see it on our radars, it came out of nowhere. We're taking precautions and gathering everyone in the lounge while he works on getting us to shore."

The two of you make it above the cabins where the wind and rain are pelting down stronger than you've ever seen before. You're having a hard time keeping your balance on the rocking boat, your hand slowly slipping out of Seungcheol's grasp.

A giant wave hits the side of the ship, effectively removing your small hand from Seuncheol's as you're thrown to the side.

You scream as the wave seems to drag you away and pulls you off the edge of the ship.

You hear someone else yell; maybe it's your mother, maybe it's Seungcheol, but before you know it, you are doused in the cold ocean.

The instant your body falls into the depths, you're frozen, petrified, unable to move. You try to struggle your way to the surface, but your clothes weigh you down, only making you sink further below.

Your lungs burn. Trapped in the darkness, you can barely see the moonlight above anymore.

You succumb to your watery grave, eyes closed and arms wrapped around your small figure in a final effort to gain warmth.

Suddenly, you are hit by a feeling of serenity like your mother is cradling you once again. You lean into the tender touch and begin to drift away into unconsciousness.

She belongs to the sea.

You seem to hallucinate a raspy voice hiss out the strange remark.

And then you're gone.

•

Each time you see the familiar grey, gloomy clouds in the atmosphere brings you back to that one fateful day from your childhood.

You know something else happened to you after you fell into the water, but you can't for the life of you recall what.

You know you somehow made it back to the shore safely in one piece. Could it have been that kind staff member who collected you from your room? Or perhaps your mother who dove in after seeing you fall overboard?

You've kept that day to yourself; the only one who knows the full story is Hansol. Not even Jungkook nor Mingyu are aware of all the details; they only know the gist of the origins of your fear of the ocean.

"Whatcha thinking about?"

Hansol's voice brings you back to reality. He's come from the kitchen and is currently standing next to you. Now brought back to your senses, you feel the slight sting from the hot cup of coffee resting between your palms.

"Nothing," you mutter out, removing your hands from the ceramic. You keep your gaze out the window at the hazy horizon; the tide seems to be rising with the weather getting progressively worse. "Are you seeing Chan today?"

"No," he answers, taking a sip from his cup. "Not that I know of, at least. I doubt he'll come if it's raining like this."

The wind looks like it's beginning to pick up. You can hear it howling on the other side of the windows.

"Right, of course."

The boy takes a seat across from you. "Are you sure you're doing okay?" he pushes, "You know you don't have to stay here for the full two weeks with us, right?"

"I know," you reply, "I've just been feeling more anxious recently, but I'm not entirely sure why." You take a sip of your coffee, burning the tip of your tongue slightly. "But I'll be okay."

Hansol's concern for you doesn't waver despite your words or the smile you’re presenting.

"Some storm, huh?" Mingyu's voice is heard from the staircase as he treks down to the main floor. His hair is still damp from his shower.

Hansol makes a noise of acknowledgement and takes another sip of his coffee.

Mingyu prepares a cup of coffee for himself. "Do you think the water will rise all the way up to the deck?"

You involuntary freeze at the thought.

"No, it shouldn't," Hansol says confidently.

And it doesn't, but it does come close. As the rain continues to pour, the entirety of the rocky path becomes submerged beneath the saltwater.

The sound of the storm keeps you awake as you lie in bed that night, picking at a loose thread on the duvet cover. You think you can feel the cabin sway with the heavy wind, but you blame it on your imagination.

She belongs to the sea.

You blame your imagination for the husky voice you hear too.

The sea.

The shutter on your bedroom window flies open; it's certainly not your imagination this time. You immediately stand up and make your way to the adjacent wall to close it, only to see just how high the tide has risen since you've retreated to bed.

Now you must be dreaming.

The sea level appears to be just below your window. Being on the upper floor of the cabin, that's more than concerning.

"(Y/N)?"

You back away from the window at the sound of your name spoken from the other side of it.

A vaguely familiar mop of damp brown hair appears outside your windowsill.

"Seokmin?" You squint your eyes at the face you see in the moonlight. Panic laces your voice, "What the hell is happening?"

Yeah, you really must be dreaming.

The merman reaches his arm through the threshold of your window with his hand open for you to take.

"Do you trust me?"

Every part of you screams no. No! You've lived your whole life in fear of the ocean and what resides within it. Taking this creature's hand would contradict your entirety.

"Please," he adds.

You feel yourself being drawn towards him, one foot after another taking you closer until your hand brushes against his. His fingertips are pruned, a sensation slightly rough against your smooth ones.

When he closes his hand around yours, you hear the rain abruptly stop.

Everything becomes silent, like the drops of water have stopped with time.

"It's okay," Seokmin whispers, warmly smiling at you.

Before you know it, his lips connect with your forehead.

And you suddenly remember that night you fell into the abyss.

•

Your lungs burn. Trapped in the darkness, you can barely see the moonlight above anymore.

You succumb to your watery grave, eyes closed and arms wrapped around your small figure in a final effort to gain warmth.

Suddenly, you are hit by a feeling of serenity like your mother is cradling you once again. You lean into the tender touch and begin to drift away into unconsciousness.

She belongs to the sea.

You seem to hallucinate a raspy voice hiss out the strange remark.

And then you're gone.

No, you think you're gone, but the burning sensation in your lungs is alleviated.

You open your eyes once more to find your small body enveloped by another being. It has a tail: a long, dark violet tail extending beneath you. Your fear hasn't left you completely, but the way you're cradled so carefully eases you.

"It's okay," a gentle voice whispers, causing you to look up to meet a pair of brown eyes and a warm smile. "You're safe."

"What's happening?" you hear your voice ask for the second time that day, unsure of how you're able to speak beneath the water.

"Your father wants you home," is the boy's response, "but I've tried to tell him it's not your time yet."

"My... father?"

You can't picture a face to the name you speak. Each time you've asked your mother about him, she's only said how he was a wonderful man. Was.

"Yes, (Y/N). Sorry about the storm. He gets emotional when thinking of you." One of the merman's hands supports the back of your head to his chest as he dashes through the water. "It's because he misses you."

"Are we going to see him now?"

"No, not yet. One day I'll find you again, and we will see him. Together."

Before you know it, your heads break through to the surface where the weather is much clearer than before. Your rescuer moves slowly towards the beach near the dock, continuing his hold on you until your feet can touch the ground.

You cough up some of the water that infiltrated your lungs before asking, "May I know your name?"

The merman smiles once more, the apples of his wet cheeks reflecting the moonlight. "You will, one day, little jellyfish."

•

Your eyes open only to find you still stood by your window with a familiar set of arms around you.

You take note of his purple tail extending below.

"You," you whisper, taking a step back from the windowsill to get a proper look at the boy residing on the other side, "We've met before."

Seokmin chuckles at your realization, "Yes, many years ago."

"You saved me."

"Kind of," he ponders. "You wouldn't have drowned; your father wouldn't have let that happen. I only made sure you wouldn't sink to the bottom of the ocean."

"Right, my father." The title still sounds alien from your mouth. You gesture to the flooded outside, "Did he do this too?"

Seokmin sheepishly scratches the nape of his neck, "Word may have gotten around that you were visiting the oceanside. You know how excitable Chan can get."

You smile at the idea of the youngest royal brother bragging about seeing you. "If my father's a merman, then why am I human?"

"Who said your father's a merperson?" Seokmin counters, "He's less of a merman and more of a sorcerer who resides within the waves."

"No shit."

The boy giggles at your remark.

"But if I technically come from the sea, then why have I been so afraid of it?"

"Are you still afraid of it now, jellyfish?"

You open your mouth, about to say your habitual response, but only to find yourself lacking one life-long phobia.

"No," you furrow your eyebrows.

"It was a spell I placed on you, back when you were a child," Seokmin fiddles with your hand; his is now dry. "It was to prevent you from returning when you weren't ready."

"Am I ready now?"

"My goodness, so many questions."

But Seokmin takes the time to answer them all for you.

You pull up a chair to the window as he remains in the raised tide.

That night, you learn that you're less human than you originally thought. You're not a merperson like Seokmin and his brothers are, but you do similarly come from the ocean.

Your father had unexpectedly met your mother one summer's day, the two falling in love faster than either party had expected. You weren't necessarily planned, but the two were ecstatic, nevertheless. Your father had to return back to the depths—his home—leaving your mother alone for the rest of her pregnancy. Yet, after she had you, she was significantly less lonely. She seemed to have the whole ocean supporting her, despite her lover unable to return to the surface.

When you were an infant, you were drawn to the water. Perhaps you could hear your father calling out to you for you to return home at sea with him, where he thought you belonged more-so than on land.

Seokmin had placed the spell on you to give you the opportunity for a normal youth on the surface. He recalled the way he so strongly loved being free of stress and confinement before his royal responsibilities became more prevalent and only wished the same for you.

Practicing magic under your father's teaching made Seokmin create a spell strong enough to last for over a decade.

He refrained from telling your father what he'd done that night when he found you. He knew how powerful the man was; a tsunami or hurricane could have easily been a product of his emotions.

Although now, the spell has worn off. Once more, you find yourself inexplicably drawn to the water and arguably even-more-so to the boy with his hands encased in yours.

"Will I get to meet him one day?" your eyes examine the way Seokmin's thumb grazes across your knuckles, tracing every crest and trough on your skin.

"Yes," he says, "though only when the tides lower again. I don't want him flooding the entire island out of happiness."

You hum out an "Okay" and catch the beginnings of the rising sun in the distance, illuminating Seokmin's already-glowing silhouette.

•

We'll meet beyond the shore,

"(Y/N), could I try something?"

Seokmin's ears are tinted a pretty pink as he examines your form sitting in the shallow water.

You shift your attention from feeling the silky sand beneath the waves lightly lapping against your ankles and to the merman sitting next to you. His hair is slowly beginning to dry from being in the summer sunshine.

We'll kiss just as before,

Seokmin takes your hand tenderly and brings it to his lips. It's a gentle touch, but the act sends a flurry of butterflies straight into your chest. The boy smiles brightly, his eyes slightly crinkling at the corners, and laces his fingers between yours.

Happy we'll be beyond the sea,

"I like the way your hand fits in mine, jellyfish."

Your eyes meet Seokmin's, who are trained on the pair of your intertwined hands.

"I like it too," you admit, smiling as his gaze lifts and meets yours.

He slowly leans in.

And never again I'll go sailing. ••

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SEVENTEEN scenario → seeing a foreign reader and being smitten with her.

pairing: seventeen x reader fandom: seventeen warnings: / genre: fluff word count: 1.7k+

a/n: one of the requests that has been sitting in my inbox for a long time, I’m very sorry it took this long, but I hope you like it, my love!

choi seungcheol

As their leader, this wasn't just amazing for him to be here, but to experience his band member's reaction to it.

Billboard Music Awards.

They really did that.

Seungcheol looked around with the biggest smile on his face, when he spotted you. You were on the red carpet, but you weren't a performer. It seemed more like you were one of the staff members working.

Still, Seungcheol continued staring until you finally noticed.

You smiled, brightly so, but he was super embarrassed and looked away, but only for a small moment.

He knew that he couldn't approach you, not here, not when all eyes were on him and his members. But he hoped he had the chance to talk to you later in the evening... when it was, hopefully, only you and him at some point.

yoon jeonghan

Korea was freaking cold right now and he wasn't into that.

He'd much rather be inside, under a blanket and with a bunch of candles burning, than in this freezing cold, waiting for the shoot to finally be over.

But then an angel came.

Quite literally – for him at least.

“Here,” you handed him a steaming hot tea, “You look like you need it.”

From the looks of your uniform, you seemed to be from the nearby café. He had heard that it was a foreign café, but he hadn't thought that foreigners were working in there, since it was usually always Koreans working in these places. Not that it mattered much to him. He still stared at you like an idiot, not grabbing the tea because he was too busy studying your features.

You smiled, but weren't sure what to do.

Thankfully, Joshua saw the situation before it could get even more awkward and grabbed the tea out of your hand with a: “He appreciates it, thank you very much.”

And even when you left, Jeonghan still stared after you.

“Hyung has a crush,” Joshua quickly started teasing.

joshua hong

It was only a two-week break, but Joshua still decided to fly back to L.A. to visit some family and friends.

However, his plans got completely turned upside down when he met you the second day that he was back in L.A.

“Did you guys get a new neighbor?” he asked his cousin as he stared at you getting the groceries out of your car.

“Ah, yeah. Her name's (Y/N). She's super cool, man. You should go and say hi!”

“I don't think that's a good..-” but you already caught him staring and there was no going back anymore. You started smiling and straightened your back, before saying: “Hey, do you guys mind helping me move this inside the house? It's a little heavy.”

But before Joshua could say anything, his cousin already started shoving him towards you with a grin, “My cousin would love to help you.”

wen junhui

Los Angeles truly was the city of angels. That's what he thought when he found you standing next to him, waiting to cross the road with him.

You noticed right away, smiled instantly.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” he smiled back at you, but that's about all he could do.

Maybe you thought that he'd say something else, but he didn't. All he could do was stare. And no, this had nothing to do with the language barrier, this was simply because he was too busy staring and his brain didn’t work properly anymore at that moment.

At first, you were disappointed, especially after the lights turned green and you crossed the road, but when you felt someone's hand on your shoulder, you smiled once again.

“I'm... Junhui. And... you?”

kwon soonyoung

This was their last night here, they'd be flying back tomorrow morning.

And of course, this had to be the night where he found someone that he'd love nothing more than to talk to.

Your friend that you were at dinner with had noticed him staring, whispered something into your ear and then got up, walking straight towards Soonyoung.

“She's interested too,” is what she whispered to him before leaving.

And when Soonyoung looked back at you, you were smiling at him.

It might have only been one night, but it was.. one of the best nights he's ever had, hands down.

jeon wonwoo

At first, Wonwoo hadn't even seen you. He was busy paying for his Americano, but when he heard someone speak English next to him, he instantly raised his head, just out of curiosity.

And boy, did he not regret that decision.

You were downright beautiful, glowing, almost. You seemed happy, conversed with the lady at the counter with ease, despite the language barrier between you two.

And when you noticed and smiled back at him, it was completely over for him.

“Uhm.. excuse me?” the lady holding out his cash asked for the third time, after he hadn't heard the first two times, because he was too busy staring into your eyes.

He blushed like crazy.

But you thought it was really endearing. That is actually why you ran after him and were courageous enough to ask him for his number.

lee jihoon

This was... an unusual sight, to say the least.

Jihoon was pretty sure that he knew every single staff member in this company by now, but he definitely would have seen you around before. You had to be new.

“Who is she?” he asked his manager as they were waiting for the elevator to come.

“Ah, that's (Y/N). She's from (Y/H/C). One of the higher-ups thought she'd be a good addition.”

“Who.. who is she going to work with?” he was still staring and when you noticed and smiled, walking towards him, he started to panic a little, “Manager? Who.. who is she going to work with?”

But when he turned around, the manager was already gone and when he was face to face with you, you said: “Hi! You must be Jihoon? I heard you and I are going to be working together from now on!” well, he got his answer.

lee seokmin

Seokmin was standing outside of a café, waiting for the rest of his members to come out, when he noticed this really cute bookstore right next to it.

Originally, he only wanted to check out the books, but then was way more fascinated with who he found standing inside the shop.

He was staring, not even trying to hide it and even when you noticed, he didn't stop, merely smiled like you did.

“Should we.. tell him we're done?” one of the others asked when they got out and saw him having this... connection.

“No, he'll be fine. Let him enjoy this.”

kim mingyu

Mingyu was confident in himself when it came down to looks, if he wanted to, he could probably sweep any lady off her feet in a matter of seconds.

However, no matter how good looking he was, his English skills were lacking and whereas he would have approached you within a minute if you were in Korea, he now just stared at you with an open mouth, too afraid to talk to you because he wouldn't be able to express what he wanted to say to you.

But maybe that was okay.

Because when you noticed him staring, you smiled. Not shyly, but almost in a welcoming matter. That smile gave him the confidence that he needed to walk over to you after all and even though it wasn't easy, he still managed to have a conversation with you and, even better, score a date with you later tonight.

xu minghao

You might think that doing something like this on tour was boring, but during a stressful time such as this one, this relaxed Minghao the most.

Just sitting in a café, watching people, and reading a book. Especially when it was a foreign café as small as this one, when he was sure that nobody would notice or care about him. He could just be himself.

“Excuse me? Here's your order,” you placed it on the table in front of him, but hesitated when Minghao continued staring at you. You smiled a little, though unsure, “Is.. everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he shook his head, then started laughing about himself, “Thank you.”

Oh, he was in deep shit.

“Everything is great, actually,” he added with a happy smile.

boo seungkwan

Originally, Seungkwan had planned on watching all the drama episodes that he had previously downloaded onto his phone, but then you ended up sitting next to him on the plane and there was nothing else he could focus on except for you.

And, honestly, it was a little creepy, to say the least. Because he wasn't even trying to pretend like he wasn't staring.

In the end, you turned your head and smiled a little, “Excuse me, but can I... help you?”

“Oh, sorry!” he quickly said, “You're pretty,” but when he smiled so endearingly, all you could do was giggle.

And that is how the conversation began.

hansol vernon choi

Vernon was downright amazed by you.

They were having this really cool shoot at the beach today and you and a couple of friends were playing Volleyball at a nearby net.

It wasn't even that you were really good at it – and if you were, he just couldn't focus on that, because he was busier noticing other things – but your energy made him want to get up and play with you.

One of your friends must have noticed, because she whispered something in your ear and a moment later you turned around and stared right back.

He thought about quickly turning around and pretending like he hadn't just stared at you for about ten minutes, but was glad that he didn't when you started waving him over.

In the end, him and a few of his band members ended up joining you guys for a match during their break and he ended up with more than just your name.

lee chan

Seungkwan and him were out for dinner, just the two of them after a busy and stressful day.

And it was nice, you know? He got good food, had a little bit to drink... it was just.. nice.

And then it became even better when two girls sat down at the table next to them, one of them being you, and Chan nearly spit out his drink because he really hadn't expected to see someone this pretty tonight and definitely not a foreigner in this traditional restaurant in the depths of Seoul.

You instantly started giggling, even more so when Chan quickly wiped his mouth and then continued smiling.

And so what started out as a dinner for two, ended up with the four of you having an incredibly fun night together, laughing, eating and drinking.

And... a bit more for you and Chan.

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