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stayinhellevator · 1 day

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Parallels

"I love you but not in that way"

Synopsis: Love had found its way into Seokmin's heart, yet a different kind of love, unrequited and unspoken, lingered in yours.

Pairing: DK x fem!Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU/Angst/Unrequited Love

Word Count: 1890

Warnings: none (I think?!)

Playlist: Not In That Way ~ Sam Smith

"You may now kiss the bride."

A thousand times you had imagined this scenario; a thousand times you had planned your wedding with Seokmin; a thousand times you had wanted to be the bride that he was now holding in his arms and kissing so gently as if even a little pressure would break her; an uncountable times you had wished to be his soulmate. And you had spent almost half your life thinking about all the possibilities, all the outcomes and all the calculations of 'what ifs'.

Yet nothing could've prepared you for this moment; the final showdown. There were cheers of congratulations around you as the newly weds bowed in gratitude; everyone was happy; heck, even your parents were applauding in happiness but you couldn't.

God knows you couldn't. You didn't even know how you were able to conjure up the energy to go through the wedding when there was a bile building up in your throat. The weight of an invisible stone on your heart was dragging you at a rapidly growing rate and all you wanted to do was run away and hide in your room but right at that moment, your infuriatingly gorgeous and oblivious childhood best friend, Seokmin waved his hand in your direction, giving you his infamous bright smile that held your heart in a chokehold ever since you began to understand the concept of love and soulmates. A hand that you noticed was entwined with his soulmate's; nevertheless you did what you had managed to perfect around him and ignored the pang in your chest, smiling back at him.

As you watched him exchange pleasantries with the guests, alongside his wife, a tear finally managed to escape the confines of your eyes. This felt like an unfavorable ending of your favourite book; the one that you desperately wanted to change. Alas! Destiny, the author, wouldn't even let you appeal your case for you were never meant to be the main character of this story.

You had known this when your soulmark appeared on your tenth birthday and it seemed different from Seokmin's. You remembered crying in your mother's arms for, to the ten year old you, it didn't make sense that Seokmin and you weren't soulmates because of course you were; after all you were attached to the hip ever since you were born and you both loved each other, didn't you?

Turns out, you were the only rider of that romance train for Seokmin was happy that you two received your soulmarks and that there were people out there waiting for the two of you. He didn't seem to be upset that you didn't have identical marks; he never was. And that's when he first broke your heart.

But God were you unable to stop loving him when his very essence brightened up even the darkest corners of your mind. Even now, you weren't able to move your eyes off his figure, as he practically buzzed with joy, an energy you'd never seen in him; his eyes brimming with adoration towards his wife; his smile brighter than all of the chandeliers in the venue; his steps light and bouncy as if he was the wind itself.

Later in the night, in the safety of your room, when you're empty after pouring your heart out, you'd be disgusted at yourself for wishfully staring at a man who belonged with someone else, a married man, someone's soulmate but right now, you can't stop. You want to paint his picture forever in the back of your mind, for one last time. Then, never again.

Your heart constricted with all the love you had for this man, your best friend, the love of your life who had already put his heart in someone else's hands. How were you ever going to forget about him and move on?

"You alright?"

A hand placed itself on your shoulder and without even turning back, you knew Hansol's otherwise indifferent face was twisted with concern for you because he knew; had always known how down bad you were for Seokmin, even though he joined your duo years later. He always expressed his surprise as to how Seokmin could not know about your feelings; he was even convinced that Seokmin was aware but chose not to acknowledge it but who knows? You were never curious for the answers after all. It was embarrassing enough that even a stranger could detect your feelings for him but he couldn't.

"Do I look okay?"

An exhausted sigh was your reply as if he understood and matched your desolation and quietly stood beside you to watch the newly weds have their first dance. A constant throbbing in your head made you want to smash your head against a wall and knock yourself out but you stood quietly, fisting your palm, as if trying to ground yourself.

"Why does fate gotta be so cruel? It's even hurrying the time against us. It must really hate us huh?"

A nonchalant chuckle escaped him as he tried to sound unaffected but you knew him as well as he knew you, if not more and you turned to face him, a tick in his jaw as he tried to stay stoic.

"I've had all the time in this world with Seokmin, at least as much as I could've had, until I couldn't cheat the fate anymore but you have one last night. So, go on, don't waste it on me. I'll still be there in your life but she won't."

His head snapped towards you as his eyes suddenly watered, making you smile at him with all the empathy in your heart for the third of your trio. Who knew better than you how much he was hurting? He gulped his emotions down before nodding at you in something that would always remain between the two of you and you watched him escape the hall with his lover on his toes.

At least, one of you was having a good night.

"Did you really think you could escape the dance with the man of the hour? I'm really hurt."

Oh if only he knew what hurt was.

You could only follow him as he held you and guided you towards the dance floor, both of your movements as naturally flowing as they could because everything was easy with him. You two worked like two peas in a pod, like bread and butter.

"The man of the hour was too busy tonight and I didn't want to gatekeep him."

You swallowed the lump in your throat before replying to him, not wanting to ruin the happiest day of his life. His playful eyes shone with mirth, before twirling you and bringing you back around.

"I could never be too busy for my best friend, you should know that."

Ah! Of course, you should know that, shouldn't you?

Blinking back the building moisture in your eyes, you nodded in agreement before pressing your lips in what you could only, a smile.

"Are you happy Minnie? Was it everything you ever dreamt of?"

You asked gently, wanting a confirmation to appease your broken heart, though you knew, his answer would be futile, because his shining eyes already gave you the answers you were looking for. And just like that, his face broke out in a breathtaking smile that used to be your home, your refuge.

"I'm on top of the world, like I don't even have words to tell you how I'm feeling right now. If I went on to describe how happy I am today, it'll probably take years for me to accurately put my feelings into words."

His eyes moved from yours to his soulmate, as if unable to detach from hers as yours to his face, a cruel magnet truly; and his voice softened with so much love that you had desperately wanted for yourself all these years.

"She's so pretty, so divine, that I feel unworthy of her. I can't believe I get to love her as my soulmate. I can't imagine a life without her. How have I ever lived a life without her in it?"

The tears that you were holding back ultimately started flowing down your cheeks as you heard him. If only you could have half of this devotion, you'd be delirious. He loved her so much. God, how were you ever going to recover from his words that were permanently going to scar your memories.

"I don't even wanna find out. I have her and that's more than enough for me. She's everything that I've ever dreamt of and more."

He shook his head, as if bringing himself out of a trance and faced you, only to be concerned on seeing you crying. He cupped your face, wiping your cheeks, a small frown on his face and you immediately hit yourself in your head. How could you be so selfish and worry him on his wedding? Your feelings are yours alone and not his concern.

You broke your heart loving a man destined to love someone else and it was your burden to bear not his.

"Hey! What happened? Why are you crying?"

You shook your head trying to both shake off his concerns and mustering up some courage to answer him without breaking down in his arms.

"It's nothing I'm just so happy for you. I got emotional seeing you all grown up and married and so in love. I'm so happy that you're happy Minnie."

His eyes softened at your words and he immediately pulled you into a hug, still softly swaying to the music.

"I hope you find your happiness too. I'll be right there when you find your soulmate and get married and have lots and lots of kids with them."

"I hope so too."

You really did, it was wishful thinking but you really hoped for his words to come true. You pressed your face on his shoulders, hiding your cries and you tightened the hug just a little before taking a deep breath and patting on his back and stepping back from his hold.

"I've taken a lot of your time. Now go back to your wife."

You watched how his frowning face smoothened before he gave a small pat on your head and walked towards his wife and pulled her into a kiss.

You found comfort in the fact that even though Seokmin was not meant to be yours, he'd never truly be away from you. He might not love you but a part of you would always love him and your love for him was enough for you.

You took a shaky breath as you realised you were about to close a big chapter of your life and put a lock on it, only to never open it again.

Seokmin and you might not be soulmates but you were platonic soulmates and it was the one thing no one could snatch from you.

You gave a half hearted smile to your mother, who looked at you with a knowing look on her face, before walking out of the hall, content with the bittersweet truth of your life.

You could always love him from afar and that's a privilege no one could ever take from you. It was your burden to bear alone after all.

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liannyeong · 2 days

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If you leave me (Updated!)

Summary: A decade-long relationship goes to shambles with a single car accident. Will Seokmin recover his memories and save their relationship, or will they part ways?

Pairing: Dokyeom X OC

Warning(s): Angst, Selective memory loss, Trauma, Mentions of blood and injury

Status: In progress <Chapter 4 of ?>

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Chapters quick-links:

Prologue: I'll be by your side forever i. I'm out of breath, ii. running to you iii. on a dark shadow night.

#seokmin x reader #seokmin fic #seokmin fanfic #seventeen fanfic #dokyeom x reader #dokyeom fanfic #dokyeom fic #dokyeom scenarios #dokyeom imagines #seokmin scenarios #seokmin imagines #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt fanfic #svt x reader #svt imagines

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hannieehaee · 30 days

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GOSH im in love with your writing like YOU HAVE NO IDEA SWEETHEART

And I'm desperate for some friends to lovers with seokmin who begs to taste you, his bff, after you joked about how your friends are saying he would be the best in eating a girl out bc of his nose🫦

18+ / mdi

content: simp!seokmin, bffs2lovers, smut, afab reader, eating out, seokmin's nose, etc.

wc: 682

a/n: HEHE THANK U SO MUCH<33 had to choose these pics bc his nose looked soo good in these i cry T-T

masterlist

"o-oh"

"seokmin, fuck, just forget i said anything," you groaned, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment.

why did you think it was a good idea to bring up your drunken ramblings to seokmin completely unprovoked?

"n-no! don't be embarrassed. you just surprised me, that's all," he sat next to you on the couch, encouraging you to remove your hands from your face.

"it is embarrassing. i dont want you to think of me as some horny loser lusting after her best friend. i swear, i didnt even bring it up! they were just talking about guys with big noses and you were the first guy that i thought of and-"

"my nose? you thought about how my nose would feel?"

"n-no, i-"

"i, i mean, it's okay if you did," he said, scooting closer to you despite his eyes looking everywhere but into yours.

you decided to take a plunge, turning your body to face his as you looked to him in wonderment.

"what do you mean?"

"i mean, uh, i mean that it wouldn't bother me if ... if you thought about me in that way," seokmin winced at himself as the words left him, still unable to look at you.

gulping, you got closer to him, nudging him to turn to you also.

"do you mean that, seokmin? i ... do you-"

"yes," he was firm in his answer, finally looking at you.

"oh ... do you wanna ..."

"yes," he practically whined.

"o-oh, fuck! m-minnie, just like that ... yes!"

"'sso good, shit. so warm ..."

it hadn't taken much encouragement for you to jump seokmin after he'd given you confirmation that he did, in fact, want you in the same way you did him. after aggressively making out for a good ten minutes or so, seokmin had pleaded for you to please open your legs for him and let him have a taste of you. you, being you, needed no convincing to open your legs and guide him where you wanted him most.

by now he had spent the past ten minutes alternating between licking at you and suckling on your clit, but he was yet to show you what his nose would feel like as it slid against your folds.

before you could beg for it, seokmin's strong arms grabbed a hold of your hips and tilted you a bit in order to position his nose in a way that would grace your bundle of nerves just right all the while his tongue continued to explore you.

you screamed the moment you felt his sharp nose drag up and down your cunt, falling in love with its straight shape and the slight slope of it. the sharpness and rough exterior of his nose made you cry out in pleasure. it wasnt long until you began grinding against his face like a maniac, completely ignoring his attempts at guiding you against his face.

grabbing his head, you rubbed him against you while you canted your cunt against his face, tears flowing down your face at the pleasure.

"y-your nose, minnie! o-oh ... so good, fuck. so fucking good ..." you breathed out, followed by many other praised and curses at the pretty boy below you.

he was unable to speak due to the way you had taken over the entirety of his mouth, but his groans of pleasure were enough to get you crying even harder for him.

seokmin continued savagely eating you out while you ground against his nose all the way until your high, somehow managing to speed up his movements the closer you got to your orgasm.

with a silent scream, your fists closed in on seokmin's hair one last time before you dropped limp against your bed.

the room was silent for a few moments while both you and seokmin caught your breaths. but the moment the two of you were apt to speak, seokmin climbed on the bed and began kissing his way up to your lips, giggling at your fucked out state.

"so my nose, huh?" he teased, face scrunched up due to his pretty smile.

"shut up."

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mingtinys · 14 days

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" i'm not stopping until you smile "

pairing : lee seokmin x gn!reader

"13 ways to say "i love you" with seventeen"

warnings : none

word count : 0.6 k

a/n :still not sure how i feel about the ending on this one

Sometimes it feels like the universe is actively out to get you. Like for some reason, whatever Gods above have chosen you as the perfect target for their cruel jokes as a cure for their boredom.

Everything that could have possibly gone wrong, had.

Your coffee spilled first thing in the morning, scorching your skin and ruining your uniform. The back left tire of your car was flat, forcing you to take the morning train. Which you missed due to your coffee incident. Work was hectic, your boss on your ass about anything and everything, and for some reason, every customer came in with a personal vendetta against you and you alone. And to top it all off, some creep wouldn't stop making comments at you on the train back home.

You're so desperate to just curl up in bed and hide from the world that you forgo the thought of dinner or cleaning like you had planned all together.

For what feels like hours, you lay there. Until the sun falls in the sky and your room fades into darkness. Unwilling to move even an inch to flip a light on or check your phone. Your apartment stays dead silent. Eventually, you hear the front door open and shut, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching closer. They pause just outside your bedroom door.

"Baby, are you in there?" Comes a voice, one so soft you nearly burst into tears from the sound of it alone. "I'm coming in, okay?"

The knob turns and in comes Seokmin, illuminated by a halo of light that pours in from the hallway. He takes one look at you and frowns. "Are you okay?" He asks, setting your spare key and his phone on your dresser before sitting on the edge of your bed.

"I got really worried when you weren't answering after work," he continues. "What happened?"

"It's fine, Seok," you sigh, already feeling like a burden on him. "But it's been a long day and I just really want to handle it alone, okay? I'm sorry you came all the way here."

He just stares at you, sad eyes searching your face for some type of answer. You feel like you've just kicked a puppy asking him to leave, but it's best this way. Seokmin's heart is far too soft, ready to soak up every ounce of negative emotion it can for him to bear the weight of. And you hate seeing Seokmin sad.

"You don't have to handle it alone though, that's what I'm here for." You really wish you could return his cheery optimism and put him at ease, but instead, you simply turn in your cocoon so you won't have to face his disappointed expression. Yet somehow, that doesn't deter him.

Whereas anyone else probably would've up and left by now, Seokmin simply scoops you up into his arms, blankets and all. He starts pressing wet, sloppy kisses all over your face before you can voice a single protest. Even when you attempt to hide from the barrage of affection in his chest he doesn't let up.

"Seokmin!" You whine, palms coming up to shield your face. He just laughs and easily pulls your wrists away, looping them behind his neck before pressing two more pecks to each cheek. Seokmin leans back to examine your face.

"I'm not stopping until you smile."

"I appreciate you trying but–"

Yet another merciless attack befalls your face, this time with exaggerated mwuahs for good measure. Though every few kisses, Seokmin mutters small, sincere 'I love yous' that begin to chip away at the walls you'd so desperately tried to construct.

So when your boyfriend finally pulls back for a second time he begins to beam with pride at the lopsided smile ghosting your lips. "There it is," he coos, softly lifting your chin with his thumb. "Now tell me, what almost stole my favorite sight in this world from me?"

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8loveletters · 4 months

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"all yours forever."

pairing: lee seokmin x fem reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff, established (secret) relationship

word count: ~2.1k

content: reader also works in the entertainment industry, seokmin's a Big Boy relative to reader, jealousy, possessiveness, dom!seokmin, sub!reader, min is kinda mean but also a softie, pet names (honey, dear, baby, princess, love), mirror sex, fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, marking, multiple orgasms, creampie, mentions of shower sex (lmk if i missed something)

summary: even though the rest of the world can't know about your relationship yet, your boyfriend seokmin wants to make sure you remember that you belong to him.

"hey honey, can you help me with the zipper?" you're standing in front of the full-length mirror in your bedroom admiring your gorgeous dress one last time before your boyfriend helps you out of it. you both just got back from an award show in which you were one of the presenters, and your boyfriend just happened to be part of the group that won the most awards that night.

"of course, dear." seokmin comes up behind you, having already taken off his suit jacket and tie, his shirt slightly unbottoned from where he had started the process to remove it as well. "but first, let me admire my beautiful lady just a little longer."

he wraps his hands around your waist and stares you up and down through the mirror over your shoulder. even though you've been together for a while now, you can't help but blush every time he compliments you like this. he never fails to let you know you are the most beautiful woman in the world to him.

"you know, it took everything i had not to run up on stage and kiss you when you announced we won the main award." it really was such a coincidence you ended up being the one to present that award, seeing as no one, not even the other members, knew you two were seeing each other. it was like fate that you got to be with your boyfriend at such an important moment in his career, even if you couldn't really show just how excited you were.

"well it took everything i had not to burst out into tears when i opened the card and saw 'seventeen.' i was so happy to see everything you worked so hard for the last year finally be recognized. i'm so proud of you, honey."

at this, seokmin's grip on your waist tightens and he nuzzles his face into your neck, his lips teasing your skin with every word as he spoke. "i'm so proud of you too, y/n. i know how big of a deal it is to be asked to present at such a big award show, especially for the main prize. you were amazing up there."

after this, he trails kisses up and down your neck that make your knees go a little weak at the sensation. you don't mean to, but you let out a quiet moan because it just feels so good. the both of you have been so busy lately that you haven't had much time to spend together, let alone be intimate, in longer than either of you would prefer.

you try your best to continue the conversation, not wanting him to know right away just how desperate you are for him. "the performance was so powerful, too. you all looked so cool up there."

at these words, seokmin stops his borderline makeout session with your neck and shoulder and pulls away slightly, staring you dead in the eye through the reflection in the mirror. "all of us? you're the only one i could see all night... meanwhile you were looking at the other members like that?"

you think he must obviously be joking and let out a little laugh, but his face stays dead serious. your boyfriend doesn't show his jealous side often, so you're a little taken aback but try your best to smooth out the situation. "i wasn't looking at them like that... i just meant the overall performance was really cool. of course my main focus was on you."

seokmin doesn't seem satisfied with your response and without another word finally gets to unzipping the back of your dress. the silence makes you a little nervous, your boyfriend was not someone anyone would accuse of being quiet for long. he lets the expensive gown fall to the floor and you begin turning to face him, but he quickly holds you in place, his hand firmly on your jaw forcing you to look at the both of you in the mirror.

"i know the guys can't know yet that we're together. but just in case you've started to forget, i'm going to show you tonight the only person you should be looking at. going to remind you that you're all mine."

he reaches his big hand down over the beautiful lace panties he had bought you along with the bra you're wearing as a christmas present. he feels how wet you already are and just smirks. you feel pathetic, being able to see his every facial expression through the mirror and knowing that he now knows full well just how badly you want him tonight. he teases you with a slow swipe of his tongue up your neck to end up biting your ear.

"mmh, yes, all yours forever, baby." seokmin hears your words like a secret code, granting him permission to show you that every inch of your body belongs to him.

he gives your still-clothed pussy a quick slap, making you yelp, before reaching his long fingers under the fabric to start rubbing your clit. he starts off slow, but quickens his pace in no time making you throw your head back over his shoulder. with his free hand he grabs your jaw again and brings your head forward. "i told you baby, you only look at me and what i'm doing."

you heed his warning and focus your eyes on the movements in your panties that are making your legs weak and your breath unsteady. you reach your hand up to grab at the back of seokmin's hair and the pace of his fingers somehow gets even faster. your vision starts to get blurry as you get closer and closer to your orgasm, but you try with everything in you to keep your eyes focused on your boyfriend and what he's doing just as he instructed.

"fuck, min! i'm gonna- please, can i-" you can't form a coherent sentence as you're on the brink of falling apart. your boyfriend decides to not be any meaner by making you spell out exactly what you want like he has on previous occasions, and just gives you a hum of approval in your ear granting you permission to come undone for him.

your whole body begins to shake and seokmin holds you up with one of his large arms to keep you from collapsing to the floor as you come down from your high. once your breathing starts somewhat returning to normal, he finishes undressing you, throwing the underwear somewhere on your bedroom floor.

he lets you get a good look at yourself in the mirror. lets you take in the fact that only he has the power to make you come undone like this, the arousal dripping down your thighs serving as proof.

when he's satisfied he's made his point, he finally turns you around to face him. all the coldness has left his eyes and he's back to looking at you tenderly, one hand caressing your face before pulling it closer to his and kissing you deeply.

you have kissed seokmin probably a million times at this point. but somehow every single one feels magical, as if a tiny firework goes off at every connection of the lips, every meeting of your tongues.

you quickly finish unbuttoning his shirt and toss it to the floor, hands automatically returning to roam around his muscular chest and abs. sometimes you hate how much of what little free time he has he spends at the gym when he could be with you, but when you see, and feel, the results you really can't complain.

at the same time as you undo his belt, seokmin walks you back towards the bed, his lips never leaving yours in the process. once you finally reach your destination he pushes you down onto the mattress, hastily removing the rest of his clothes on his own before climbing on top of you.

you hope he doesn't see the slight smile that forms on your lips, finding it almost cute how desperate his actions are as if he wasn't just teasing you for being so needy for him just minutes before. but, as much as you loved it, you could hardly handle how rough he can already be with you sometimes. you didn't need him trying even harder to put you in your place after seemingly making fun of him for rushing to jump on top of you like a horny teenager.

maybe he can read your mind, or maybe it's just coincidence, but seokmin does seem to stop and compose himself for a second. his actions slow down as he makes sure you're in a comfortable position before aligning his hard length to your still soaking wet center.

he looks at you, and you can tell just by his eyes what he's asking without him having to say a word.

"yes, baby. need you inside me, please." that's all he needs to start pushing his thick cock into you. he goes slowly, letting you adjust to his size and feel the way he stretches you wide open. you've slept together countless times and it's like nothing can ever prepare you each time for how big he is and the way he fills you up so nicely.

seokmin lets out a groan as he bottoms out inside you, staying still for a moment to savor the feeling of you already clenching around him. he's missed this feeling so much and it almost immediately overtakes him as if he's possessed.

he pulls back slowly, almost pulling out completely before slamming back into you, making you grip onto his biceps that are on either side of your head. he reaches a relentless pace almost immediately and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, wanting to feel him as deep inside you as humanly possible.

the room is soon filled with a symphony of lewd noises. your screams of his name, his grunts and moans, your skin slapping together, and the wet sounds of your pussy all playing together in perfect harmony. you reach your arms up over the large frame hovering over you, digging your nails into your boyfriend's back, undoubtedly leaving marks on his skin that will last for days.

seokmin returns the favor by leaving marks of his own on your neck with his mouth. you'd usually object to this, fearing someone may see them and start dating rumors about you in the tabloids. but you both had a few days off coming up between schedules and honestly, you've missed being with him like this so much that you probably wouldn't even care anyways.

as you get closer to your second orgasm of the night, you bring your boyfriend right along with you as the clenching of your pussy around his cock hurdles him toward the edge at lightning speed.

"fuck, i'm almost there. tell me where you want it princess." the pet name is enough to make you snap and your reply comes out desperate and louder than you meant for it to.

"inside! i need you to fill me up, please!"

and with that, you both fall apart. your vision starts to go as white as the thick ropes he paints your walls with. he slows down but continues until he's loaded every last drop into you as you ride the waves of your orgasm.

you both lie still for a moment, catching your breaths. seokmin then places a kiss on your forehead before carefully pulling out of you. the sensation makes you wince at the slight overstimulation. your boyfriend still hovers over you but sits up a bit to admire you with the same eyes he had when looking at you in your dress earlier that night.

"whether it's in an elegant gown or completely fucked out underneath me, you are always the most beautiful woman in the world to me. the only woman in the world to me."

you blush again at his words, the same way you always do. he flashes you his big signature smile and then all but leaps off the bed. you're not sure how he still has so much energy when you can hardly move.

"come on, love." seokmin leans over and effortlessly picks you up in his arms. "let's go get cleaned up."

"by 'getting cleaned up' you just mean round two shower sex, don't you?"

your boyfriend smiles mischievously, knowing full well you both already know the answer to that question. you just roll your eyes and laugh, resting your head on his chest as he carries you off towards the rest of what will certainly be a long night together.

a/n: hello back again with a fic after so long! i have so many unfinished drafts but this one just came to me randomly so i quickly jotted it down in my notes app lol hope you like it!!

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taeyegu · 11 months

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me to you, you to me — 002. bitch what

previous // next

author’s note — when i posted the intros, some of you noticed something was off about ynmin but were you expecting this?? heheh anyways, i hope you’re all doing well! please don’t forget to like, comment, and reblog please! thank you <3

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xddaengx · 11 months

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play along : the series ⎜pt 10

✧ Pairings: mingyu x afab!reader ⎜seokmin x afab!reader ⎜

✧ Genre: Poly!AU ⎜ Idol!AU ⎜ Established Relationship ⎜ Romance ⎜

✧ Warnings: bottom!seokmin ⎜soft top!mingyu ⎜switch!reader⎜threesome? ⎜fingering ⎜face sitting ⎜face riding ⎜blindfolding ⎜handcuffing⎜needy seokmin ⎜seokmin is a giver ⎜oral (f receiving and m receiving) ⎜voyeur mingyu ⎜breath play ⎜nipple stimulation ⎜you know what doja cat said about big noses, right? ⎜

✧ Word Count: 4k

✧ Summary: Your boyfriend proposes the idea, that he shares you with his 12 best friends.

✧ Author’s Note: This is the second last part to this series :( so expect the next part to go out with a bang, I can say the members who haven't had a chapter so far *cough* 95 line *cough* will definitely be the ring leaders.

(ROUGHLY EDITED)

Things have been different recently.

You can feel it in the way all eyes turn towards you as you walk into the room. The boys jumping up from their chairs to make room for you to sit with them. Shooting quick glances when you sit besides them, more often then not each of them scooting closer to have a body part in contact with you. Hoshi outright shoved Dino off the chair besides him to make room for you the other day.

Hoshi is usually the worst when it comes to wanting to share his affection.

“She always sits next to Wonwoo, it’s my turn.” Hoshi whines from his spot on the couch, pointing at the clearly empty cushion besides him, Seungkwan glaring up at the elder from his new spot on the floor, Wonwoo just grins at his friend his hand firm as he tugs you closer to him, his fingers laced with yours.

Hoshi whines louder as Mingyu just shrugs, not taking his eyes of the video game on the T.V, Hoshi pleading at the leader to do something.

“She’s not a toy, guys.” Seungcheol mumbles from his seat on the floor, shaking his head at the younger members antics. He rolls his eyes as Hoshi continues, shooting a quick glance at Wonwoo who sighs, understanding that the fun is over, his hand loosening in yours.

“Finally.” Hoshi exclaims, patting the seat besides him enthusiastically, before Mingyu jumps up looking down at his phone with wide eyes.

“Don’t say it.” Hoshi groans as Mingyu glances at you and then over to the tiger-wannabe with slumping shoulders.

“We actually have to go.” Mingyu mumbles, Hoshi huffing in defeat as he slouches against the back of the couch.

“I told you not to say it.” Hoshi grumbles his arms crossed against his chest. You stand from your seat, tip toeing your way across the room trying to avoid standing on any of the men sprawled across the floor. Mingyu hands you your bag before reaching for the front door.

“Oh just one quick thing.” You say before shuffling over to the back of the lounge pausing behind the still frowning performance leader.

“Be a good little kitty and play nice.” You whisper as you lean down to his ear, your lips grazing the underside of his jaw as you press a quick kiss against his skin, “I’ll sit besides you next time, I promise.” You continue Hoshi quickly fixing his posture as he nods.

Seungcheol stifles a laugh at the quick change in attitude from the performance leader as you wave a quick goodbye to everyone in the room, shuffling back over to the eager to leave man by the front door. Smiling up at your boyfriend as he holds his hand out for you to grab, his palm warm as you slide your hand into his. You wave to the others as Mingyu drags you out of the apartment, his hand tugging you to his side.

“Seokmin said everything was ready to go.” Mingyu whispers as you both step into the elevator, going down two floors before stepping out. “He said I should warn you ahead of time that he’s a giver.”

You raise your brows at Mingyu’s words asking for more explanation as he stops in front of his new apartment pressing numbers into the keypad before throwing the door open and guiding you inside.

You turn towards the rack besides the door, hanging up your bag and kicking your shoes off.

“Follow me,” Mingyu says as he walks down the hallway towards his bedroom. You slowly follow behind him as he pushes open the door to his room the sight of a half naked Seokmin on the bed taking you by surprise.

Mingyu says nothing as he pulls you into the room, before closing the bedroom door behind the two of you. Your eyes trail over the body on the bed, the glean of the handcuffs causing you to quirk a brow, the loose silk ribbon tied around Seokmin’s eyes making you turn to glance up at your boyfriend.

“When I talked with him about today he only really had one request.” Mingyu begins, taking a seat on the chair in the corner of the room, patting his lap for you to take a seat. You oblige him, Mingyu pulling you down, your back pressed against his chest, your eyes trailing over the bed watching Seokmin’s chest rise and fall calmly as Mingyu whispers against your neck.

“Like I said before Seokmin here, is a giver” Mingyu emphasis his words by pointing over to the man on the bed, a gentle smile on his lips, “He always has been, and he has been dreaming about the day where you sit on his face until he can’t breath.” Mingyu’s breath is hot against your skin as a gasp gets caught in your throat, Seokmin’s breathing falters as he listens to the soft words of his friends, the blindfold stopping him from being able to see your reaction.

“Would you like that, princess?” Mingyu questions your head nodding as your teeth catches your lip, your eyes unable to leave the tanned skin of the man on the bed. Seokmin was expectedly toned, his chest defined and his abdomen tight. His biceps were mouth watering, straining as he tugs at the handcuffs that leave him trapped on the mattress.

All of the members could be defined as well built, even the shortest made up for his lack of height in other areas but Seokmin sat near the top with some of the bigger members of the group - he had always piqued your interest as one of the sweetest members, you didn’t even realised what he could be hiding beneath his oversized sweaters.

“Princess, you’re going to have to use your words so our friend can be more involved.” Mingyu mumbles as he presses a teasing kiss against the edge of your shoulder. “Would you like Seokmin to eat you out till you can’t take it anymore?” Mingyu reiterates, his teeth gently sinking into your shoulder as you move to nod again.

“Yes.” You choke out, letting out a stuttered breath as the grin returns to Seokmin’s face, the man obviously pleased with your answer.

“Should I warm her up for you, kyeom?” Mingyu asks into the room, Seokmin answering back with a rough “Please” as Mingyu’s fingers graze the hem of your skirt. His fingers are gentle on your thighs, softly scraping up the sides until they sit at the edge of your underwear your skirt covering his hands.

“Underwear on or off?” Mingyu asks the room, you’re not sure whose he’s asking until Seokmin answers.

“On but take off the skirt.” His voice echos from the bed, his body shifting slightly on the mattress your eyes trained on him as you feel Mingyu’s fingers pinch the edge of your skirt slowly pulling it down your legs. He takes his time lifting each leg to guide the fabric over your knees letting it drop to the floor as the cool air in the room hits the arousal soaking your panties.

“You good, baby?” Mingyu asks as he presses soft kisses against your flaming hot neck, your head nodding, Mingyu’s teeth grazing your skin as you let out a soft, “yes.”

“Shirt on or off?” Mingyu asks next and this time you know who he’s talking to watching Seokmin’s nose scrunch in consideration.

“On but take off her bra.” Mingyu smiles against you pressing another chaste kiss to your skin before leaning back, making room for his hands to slip under your shirt unclasping the light blue lacy material the straps dropping off your shoulder as you pull your arms out of them, Mingyu pulling the garment out from under your shirt. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion and Seokmin’s choices.

“Do you have a question to ask?” Mingyu asks you and you shiver as his hands are back on your thighs, holding you steady as he spreads his legs, your legs hooked over each of his spreading too, opening you up for him.

“I’m just confused why he wants me like this” You say your body falling back against your boyfriend as he adjusts in his chair a little.

“Well?” Mingyu spurs the man on the bed to answer.

“What kind of underwear is she wearing?” Seokmin asks carefully.

“Well she was wearing a matching set she got for her birthday.” Mingyu starts, “It’s light blue and the bra was seethrough lace, it’s one of her favourites.” He continues, the man on the bed letting out a soft sigh. “Now she has on some cotton cheeky bikini briefs, it’s got the lace trim around the edges and the little bow on the waistband that you love.” You can tell Mingyu is teasing his friends, his fingers trailing up your thighs to fiddle with the lace edges of your underwear, pulling them away from your skin and letting it snap back into place, the sounds echoing around the almost silent room.

“Her ass is bare against my sweatpants, I can feel her dripping against me.” Mingyu adds for good measure as you and Seokmin let out matching sighs, the tension prickling over your bare skin.

“And her shirt?” Seokmin asks, adding “it is the one she wore to dinner the other night?” Your brows raise in surprise, this was the shirt you wore to dinner a week ago, a loose tank top made of thin white material that you had tucked into a pair of jeans.

“It is.” Mingyu confirms glancing down the front of you with a smile. “You can see her nipples through the material, she’s so turned on for you.” Seokmin smiles his head raising a little before falling back to the pillows after realising he can’t see anything.

“I love when she walks around in those flimsy pyjamas, she never thinks we’re watching but we all are.” Seokmin groans, his cock twitching a little in his sweats. “And when she bends over to grab stuff from the cupboards” He lets out a hoarse laugh. Mingyu just nods in agreement, his fingers finally finished with their fidgeting “over or under?”

Seokmin doesn’t hesitate this time saying a quick almost breathless “under” Mingyu’s hands obliging quickly. His hands stroke up the sides of your hips before his right hand lifts off your body raising until his two middle fingers tap against your lips.

“Suck.” He says quietly, his fingers slipping into your mouth easily as you suck on the digits, twirling your tongue around them before he pulls them from your mouth, quickly dipping them under the waist band of your panties. You let out a soft whimper as his fingers slide between your folds, your head falling back into the crevice between his neck and shoulder, Mingyu’s head turning to place a soft kiss against your cheek.

“She’s so wet for you.” Mingyu tells his friends, watching the way your body relaxes against him, your legs spreading further as he works against you, his friends on the bed bucking his hips at the soft sounds that escape you.

“Make her do that again.” Seokmin’s voice is husky as he makes his request. Mingyu - enjoying the way you tense slightly at the words before relaxing - is obedient. His fingers dip inside your wet heat slowly, dragging against your walls as he pushes in and pulls back out at a snails pace.

“Fuck.” You moan, your bottom lip getting trapped between your teeth as you let out another throaty moan as Mingyu pumps his fingers back inside you.

“Watch him, princess.” Mingyu mumbles in your ear, before latching his lips on your pulse point sucking harshly against your skin as his fingers pump a bit faster, the palm of his hand grazing against your clit ever so softly. You turn your head slightly before peeling your eyes open, letting out a soft sigh at the sight of the man on the bed.

Seokmin’s hands are gripping the chain of the handcuffs his body coiled tightly as he bites down on his lip, trying to stay quiet. Every time Mingyu pulls a gentle sound from you his hips buck and his chest heaves, a slow growing patch on wetness in the crotch of his pants.

“I think she’s ready for you.” Mingyu says, his fingers pausing before pulling out of your underwear, sucking his wet fingers into his mouth with a grin. He lifts you slightly, helping you to your feet before patting the bare cheeks of your ass and motioning for you to move over to the bed.

You shuffle to the bed gently sitting on the edge of the mattress Seokmin taking a sharp inhale at the feeling of the shift in movement. “How do you want me?” You question softly, slowly reaching a hand out, running the tips of your fingers down Seokmin’s restrained arm, the muscles flexing as you move, goosebumps rising on his skin.

“On my face.” Seokmin says quickly. “Please god, sit on my face.” He hums again, his hips bucking urgently at the thought.

“How about we take care of this first?” You suggest, your fingers trailing down Seokmin’s heaving chest, dipping between the crevices of his abs before pausing at the waistband of his pants. Seokmin stops breathing as you dip your hand into his pants, your fingers curling around his cock as you watch his face.

“Do you always go commando?” You question with a smile, glancing over your shoulder to your boyfriend who watches with his arm crossed against his chest, a pleased smile on his face. Seokmin shakes his head furiously, letting out a stuttered breath as you stroke him twice. “Do you mind if I play for a little?” Seokmin shakes his head again, his hair becoming a mess on top of his head.

“Please.” His whisper is barely audible as you pull your hand off his cock, pushing his sweats off his hips, moving them off his legs, his cock springing to life, smacking against his stomach before you wrap your hand around it again.

“Spread your legs.” You hum as you stroke his cock, the pre cum leaking continuously out of his tip. Seokmin does as told, spreading his legs.

You smile climbing further onto the mattress slipping your body between his outstretch legs, his cock still in hand as you dip your head down licking a long stripe from the base of his cock to the tip.

Seokmin flinches, letting out a high whine as you take the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before pulling off with a pop. Mingyu lets out a low chuckle as you continue the same pattern, long lick, just the tip before pulling off and starting again.

As your mouth continues, your hands move up his torso, fingertips grazing his hard nipples before reaching just a little bit further, closing around his throat. “Mingyu said you’re a giver” You hum as you test him, pressing lightly on his throat for a few seconds before releasing the pressure, his mouth falling open as he nods.

“Tell me Min, has anyone ever given back?” You ask, his head quickly shaking no. You smile lightly, leaning forwards to catch his lips with yours, your hand still loose around his throat. Seokmin lets out a surprised sound, his lips quickly following yours as he sighs into your mouth. “You’re so handsome.” You praise as you pull away sitting back on your knees to look down at him, his tanned skin is glistening with sweat, his cock twitching under your gaze.

He bits his lip at your praise, clamping his mouth shut as a whine escapes him, your lips latching onto his left nipple as you press down on his throat again. You can’t help the smile that blooms as you feel his hot cum hit his stomach, the white strands smearing between the two of you, your shirt turning transparent where his cum latches to the fabric.

“Good boy.” You praise pressing a soft kiss to his chest as you release him. Seokmin’s body relaxes into the mattress as Mingyu’s eyes widen. “Did he just cum?” He asks your head nodding as you glance over your shoulder at him. “You barely touched him.” Mingyu comments your shoulders just shrugging.

“I guess Min was just a bit tense.” You say, Seokmin’s head nodding slowly.

“Can you sit on my face now?” He asks you his arms tugging against the handcuffs as he tries to sit up on the bed. You reach forwards your finger tracing the bottom of the ribbon over Seokmin’s eyes silently asking for permission. He nods tightly, just once as you lift the fabric off his eyes.

He takes a moment, squeezing his eyes closed before slowing prying them open, glancing over your body with wide eyes. “God, please just fucking sit on my face.” He groans, his arms tugging at the handcuffs again, his eyes meeting yours before shooting over to the key sat on the bedside table.

You lean over him, your clothed breasts rubbing along his bare chest, his semi hard cock pressed between your bodies, starting to swell again. You slide the key into each handcuff releasing his hands before helping him unlatch them from the bed frame. Seokmin just smiles finally free to move as he sits up, his lips finding yours, his hands pulling your body against his. He smothers you against his chest as his tongue slide along your bottom lip.

Seokmin’s kisses are just as sweet as his personality, gentle, teasing kisses only just pressing against your lips before pulling away to look down at you again, his hands stroking up your sides under your shirt before his gaze flicks over your shoulder to his friend.

“This still okay?” He asks Mingyu who just shrugs back, his own hand dipping into his pants, moving slowly on his cock.

“Don’t ask me.” Mingyu answers, “Ask her.” He adds. Seokmin’s gaze flicks to yours, the question obvious. You chuckle, pushing gently on his shoulder till he lies back down, slipping off the mattress to move closer to his face. You kneel besides his head, brushing the hair off his forehead before lifting one leg over him, hovering in a straddle above his mouth.

“Three taps.” You say quietly, gripping his now free hand placing it on your thigh. “Three taps and I’ll get off.” You reiterate, Seokmin nodding in understanding as his other hand comes up to grip your hips pulling your clothed pussy down to his mouth.

“Heaven” You feel Seokmin mumble against you, his fingers pushing your panties out of the way before he takes a long lick of your cunt, your hands reaching up to brace against the headboard as he delves in. You let out heavy breaths as the lewd sounds of Seokmin licking and sucking echo in the room.

“Holy shit.” Mingyu curses as he watches his best friend, your head turning to face him, the stimulation quickly growing. “He eats pussy like a demon.” Mingyu chuckles as he pulls his cock out of his pants, squeezing the flesh as you let out a whimper as Seokmin dips his tongue inside of you.

Mingyu’s right, Seokmin eat you out better than anyone has before, using every inch of his face to incite pleasure, his tongue swirls around your entrance his head bobbing to get better access, his nose nudging against your clit.

Every time he sucks the small bundle of nerves into his mouth your body jumps to get away from him, his hands just pulling you back down to him harder, your thighs clenching around his head as he slurps up anything that escapes your pussy.

“Seokmin…” you whine as your hips buck, his teeth grazing against your clit as he nibbles on the flesh, giving himself a chance to breath he turns his head, pressing soft kisses to the flesh on your thighs. “I’m so close.” You whine again, he delves back in, his hips pushing your hips forwards before pulling them back his nose dragging between your lips.

Your hips lift of his face as your orgasm hits, thrusting in the air as his mouth chases after you, pressing his tongue against your sensitive pussy as you ride out your high. Your breathing begins to settle as you move to lift your leg over him, his hand gripping you and sitting you right back down.

“No.” He growls, his hands moving to grip your ass, “Again.” He demands, your hips stuttering forwards as his begins sucking.

“Min, I can’t.” You hiss as overstimulation hits. Seokmin gives no fucks as he removes one hand from your ass his finger pressing against your entrance as his mouth circles your clit.

“One more.” He pleads, his fingers slipping into you with ease as you let out a yelp. It doesn’t take long for the second high to hit, Seokmin’s fingers just barely moving in and out of you, taking time to explore your walls as his tongue lavishes you.

Mingyu lets out a long groan as wetness soaks Seokmin’s face, his tongue working quickly to collect what he can, the man letting out a satisfied hum beneath you, the vibrations making you squeal as your hips jump away from his face, your body forcing itself off of him as you pant.

You glance over to your boyfriend whose black shirt is now smeared with his release before flicking back to Seokmin who lays still on his back a very pleased smile on his face.

“That was everything.” He comments, his hand raising to his mouth sucking off your wetness before he lets it drop back to the mattress. “I think I’m in love with you.” He says softly, Mingyu jumping up off his seat as you adjust your panties back into place.

“I think you’re just pussy drunk, man.” He comments as he helps his friend sit up. “Maybe go get cleaned up before your profess your love to my girlfriend.” He says clapping Seokmin on the back. Seokmin gets the hint quickly, sliding off the bed and making his way down the hall to the bathroom, the shower turning on soon after.

“Must’ve been some good pussy.” You laugh breathlessly as Mingyu takes a seat next to you on the mattress chuckling in response. Mingyu leans forwards pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before slumping against the wall, his hand finding yours.

“He might’ve meant it.” He says, and you freeze. “What would you do if he did?” Mingyu adds.

You don’t know how to respond. Your eyes flick to meet your boyfriends as you squeeze his hand, bringing it to your mouth to press soft kisses to his knuckles.

“Honestly?” You question and Mingyu nods, watching you with full focus. “I don’t know, I’ve never really thought of anything beyond you and me.”

“What if we opened things up?” He spurts out.

“Like we both date other people as well as each other?” You clarify, Mingyu shaking his head.

“Like you date other people.” He responds, “Like we see if polyamory might be an option?” You’re stunned, your mouth gaping as you stare at him, he sighs his free hand reaching forwards to push some hair off your face.

“I was thinking the other day about how great you are for the guys, how great the past few weeks have been. They can give you everything I can’t.” He says quietly his eyes soft and sincere as you shake your head.

“Gyu…”

“I didn’t mean it like that, I just mean it would be good for all of us. All I want is for you to be happy.” He mumbles and you squeeze his hand again.

“I am happy, gyu. With you I’m the happiest person in the world.” Mingyu nods at your words pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before adding.

“Just think about it, okay? Don’t worry about it hurting me cause it won’t. You’re my person and to share you with some of my favourite people ever would be a dream come true.” He whispers before glancing over to the ensuite and back at you.

“How about we get cleaned up?”

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Home ☾ Lee Seokmin

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship

Word count: 5026

Summary: In which you’re having one of those days when it’s a struggle to be kind to yourself, and Seokmin makes sure you feel appreciated and loved.

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Seokmin has a gnawing feeling in his gut that tells him you’re not feeling your best today.

It’s evident in the text messages you leave him throughout the day, in your unusual choice of words. Just a small difference, but a difference all the same, and he knows you too well to miss the signs.

Perhaps it also has something to do with your tendency to hide behind a smile even as you’re buried deep in your struggles. You don’t like the idea of people around you noticing. Seokmin would know; as terrible a habit as it is, it’s one that he and you both share.

Suffice it to say, it isn’t long before he begins losing his concentration at work. Completing the simplest of tasks eventually becomes a challenge, but he can hardly expect anything else when you’re constantly on his mind.

The moment his seven-hour shift is over, he wastes no time packing up his things and clocking out of work. The original—and usual—plan has been to head straight home, but those texts of yours made him change his mind. He decides to make a detour instead, making sure to snag a couple of your favorite desserts along the way.

It begins to drizzle shortly afterwards, the skies painted in shades of midnight blue that signal an impending downpour. Not the most ideal situation, but he doesn’t mind the rain beating down on him as he runs down the streets. Doesn’t see the negative because all that matters to him is that he is coming home to you.

Please, he says in a hopeful whisper, please hang on until I get there.

And by the time he reaches the door to your shared apartment, his clothes have been completely soaked through, and he fights to catch his breath. His keys are somewhere in the depths of his sling bag, but retrieving them with both hands occupied would be a hassle, which is why he resorts to pressing the bell with one side of his knuckle. It doesn’t take long before he hears shuffling on the other side and the door cracks open.

The sight that greets him breaks his heart into slivers.

You’re standing there beyond the threshold, your eyes puffy, the dark circles beneath them more pronounced than ever. Faint blotches of red have spread across your cheeks and nose, as if you’ve spent an ample amount of time rubbing them raw. You’re faring worse than he imagined, yet despite everything, you still manage to smile.

Though said smile falls the moment you take in his drenched state.

“Oh, Seok,” you say, concern etched on your features as you quickly pull him inside and shut the door.

He settles down the desserts on the small side table (thank the heavens they were wrapped in plastic, otherwise they would not have survived the terrible weather). Peeling off his wet jacket, he places it atop a drying rack nearby and watches as you dash towards the bathroom with a frown on your face.

“Did you forget to bring an umbrella?” You call out to him, reappearing mere seconds later with a clean towel in one hand. He can’t help but smile at the gesture, so endearing it warms him despite the cold seeping through his skin.

“Well, um, I was in a hurry this morning, and it completely slipped my mind,” he explains as you take his hand, leading him towards the kitchen. When you tell him to sit on one of the shorter stools there, he simply obliges. Standing there in front of him, your face level with his own, you begin drying his face and neck with the towel.

It’s not that he actually needs your help—he can pat himself dry perfectly well—but he accepts it anyway, sees it as an opportunity to truly look at you.

This should feel comforting. This nearness with you, this form of intimacy he would never want to share with anyone else. And in other cases, he’s certain it would. But never in the two years of your relationship has he had this much trouble gazing at you. Especially like this, up close with your bloodshot eyes and swollen cheeks. It hurts him to acknowledge that he wasn’t there for you when you needed him the most.

And still, he doesn’t look away. He knows he has to say something, has to begin the conversation somehow.

“I’m sorry, love,” he tries. “I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

With a shake your head, you say, “I know, and you don’t need to apologize for that. But please, promise me you’ll remember to take your umbrella with you next time?” You move on to his wet hair, gently dabbing it dry. “I just don’t want you to get sick, is all.”

He gives you a small smile. You’ve always been so caring of others; it’s one of the many things he adores about you. “I will. Promise.”

“Good.” There it is, a small upward tug of your lips. It’s a start.

“I actually swung by the bakery earlier,” he says, nodding to the table near the door where the desserts lie waiting. “Bought some of those glazed donuts you love.”

You follow his gaze. “Did you?”

“Yeah, and I also brought home some boba.”

Your mouth opens slightly in delighted surprise, your eyes crinkling. “You have to stop spoiling me, Seok! I don’t think I can keep up.”

“Not planning on that any time soon. You’re just going to have to put up with it.”

A soft laugh escapes you. “I guess so.” You push the towel aside when you’re done, running your fingers through his unkempt hair in an attempt to tidy it. “There. Better?”

He leans towards you to kiss you on the lips. “Better. Thank you, love.”

“Don’t mention it.” You cup his face in your hands, and he leans against your touch.

He steals yet another brief kiss from you. “You okay? I haven’t asked you how your day was.”

He feels you tense slightly, though your expression remains neutral. “It was good. Spent the whole day at home today, got to relax a lot. You know how much I like staying in.” You chuckle with a strain that hasn’t escaped his notice. “How was yours?”

“Well, work was more hectic than usual, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. I’m just glad to be back home.”

“So am I, Seok. I missed you.”

“I missed you too, love,” he murmurs. I’m with you now, he wants to add. You can talk to me.

But you say nothing, closing your eyes and leaning your forehead against his. Seokmin’s thoughts begin to wander as he weighs his options: should he be straightforward and ask you outright, or should he wait until you’re ready to talk? He imagines the latter would be the better solution, but he knows you well enough to know that you always try to bottle your feelings up.

He recalls the first time you broke down in tears in front of him; it was early on in the relationship, and you were in your fourth semester in university. You’d been given an assignment, one you were struggling to finish under the pressure of its nearing deadline. Naturally, it made you compare yourself to others who you thought were miles ahead of you.

He remembers having a hard time stringing together the words to console you, because seeing you in such pain wounded him in ways he could never describe.

“You can tell me,” he could only manage back then, his arms wrapped around you as if that alone could shield you from all the pain in the world. He’d take it in your stead if he could. “Whatever it is that’s upsetting you, you can tell me. I promise I won’t laugh. I promise I won’t tell anyone, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, that’s not it, not at all,” you’d replied in between sniffles. “It’s just me overthinking again. I know it’s stupid.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t dismiss how you feel.” He kept repeating these words. But it seemed like nothing he was saying truly left its mark on you.

“You-you’ve also had enough on your plate already, and I wouldn’t want to add to that—”

“It doesn’t matter, love. Even if I do have enough on my plate, I still wouldn’t mind. I’d still want you to come to me.”

Your body shook as you tried and failed to contain your sobs. “I’m so, so sorry, Seok, I didn’t mean to cry but I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I’m so sorry you have to see me like this. I... I didn’t mean to ruin the night. I didn’t to be an inconvenience to you.”

Oh, he thought, his heart breaking in two. He never even once saw you that way. He never, not even for a split second, thought you were an inconvenience.

He couldn’t understand why you felt guilty for feelings you had no way of controlling. He couldn’t understand why you felt ashamed of being human. He could only hug you tighter, could only watch like a fool as you fell apart in his arms.

And then he felt it, simmering beneath the surface—anger.

Anger at whomever it was that had the gall to make you believe you were ever an inconvenience. Anger at himself for having failed you so terribly. He’s your boyfriend, for god’s sake. You were supposed to be able to trust with him. And clearly he’d done an awful job at making you realize that he doesn’t mind you crying in front of him.

He doesn’t mind sharing the emotional burden you’ve always insisted upon carrying all by yourself. None of it matters to him if it means that you’ll feel less alone.

And this time, he won’t repeat the same mistakes again.

He pulls away to look at you, and your eyes snap open at the movement, your hands dropping away from his face.

“You sure everything’s alright?” He asks you again. “You don’t sound well at all.”

“Mhm. My nose has been stuffy since this afternoon, I think. But it’s nothing I can’t handle, nothing a few cups of tea won’t fix.” You take a few steps back from him, decidedly avoiding his gaze. “Why don’t you go get yourself cleaned up and then we eat?”

The warmth in your tone from earlier has chipped away, replaced by a stiffness he’s grown all too familiar with. The kind that always tinges your voice whenever you’re dodging the truth. The kind that tells him you’re building your walls back up.

Alright, then, he thinks to himself. Waiting it is.

“I’m gonna get a bath running for you, okay?” You say with a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. “Wouldn’t want you to freeze.”

He stands up from the chair so quickly he nearly stumbles. “No, no, that’s alright.” He moves closer to you. “You don’t have to. I’ve got it.”

“No, no. I can do it for you.” You’re still not looking at him in the eye. “You must be tired from all that work.”

His jaw clenches a little. Even as you’re struggling, you try to put everyone else before you. You refuse to let him take care of you.

And finally, after a long silence from his end, he makes himself nod.

“Okay, then. I won’t take long.”

☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎

God, you think to yourself, rubbing your eyes with the heels of your hands. What a long, shitty day it has been.

You never knew staying at home the whole day could leave you so emotionally drained. It began the moment you realized you’d nearly missed an important online meeting because you’d thought it was scheduled for tomorrow. In your rush to get yourself prepared for said meeting, you managed to spill coffee all over your work papers, the smudged ink rendering the words illegible.

After the meeting, it took you seemingly-endless hours trying to salvage whatever remains of these papers. Because these papers are the same ones you’ve spent months carefully drafting, writing, and revising after every feedback from your boss. The same ones you’ve spent countless of sleepless nights poring over to see if there is anything you’ve missed, to make sure all the details are in line with the facts.

And for someone who thrives with the help of daily to-do lists, this whole thing stresses you out. Your schedule for the week is already very packed as it is, and the idea of not doing a few tasks that you really wanted to get done today, all because of this stupid, stupid mistake of yours that you could have easily avoided...

You feel like screaming. And you certainly feel like an idiot. What makes you think you could pull off juggling a university major with part-time work?

By now Seokmin must have already figured things out, despite your earlier efforts to pass it off as nothing more than symptoms of a cold. But there’s no doubt that he knows. He’s too observant to have missed anything.

And the fact that you’ve spent the last thirty minutes or so sequestering yourself in the bathroom isn’t helping your case. Try as you might, you don’t have it in you to face him like this, not when it’s so obvious that you’re frustrated. More frustrated than you probably have the right to feel.

Then there’s a soft knock on the door. It clicks open and Seokmin’s face slides into view. “Hey, love. May I come in?”

You nod, looking at his reflection in the mirror. “Yeah, of course.” You pretend to pat your hands dry. “Is something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he says, shutting the door behind him. He moves closer until he stands right behind you, his hands finding your waist, his chin resting on the crook of your neck. “Just that you’re taking so long in here and I’m starting to miss you.”

A laugh weaves its way out of you—the first genuine one of the day. You’re not surprised; if there’s anyone you know who can lift your sunken spirits in a matter of seconds, it has to be him.

“I miss you too, Seok.” You turn around to properly look at him, putting your arms around his body, his warmth enveloping you as he reciprocates the gesture. “You know, I was actually thinking...”

“Yeah?”

“What about a movie after this? I wanna get all cozy with you and watch something while we eat the snacks you bought earlier.”

His smile is soft as he regards you. “Sounds like a plan. Got anything specific in mind?”

“Not really, no. But I think I want something light-hearted. Like a rom-com? Would that be okay with you?”

“I’m okay with anything you want.” He plants a kiss on your cheek. “Just pick a movie, and I’ll get it up and running in no time.”

“Okay.”

As a comfortable sort of silence takes over, you allow yourself to think you got away with it, to hope that Seokmin would sweep it under the rug this time. But then his smile falls, a graver expression now taking its place, and that hope gutters out as easily as an unsteady flame. You stiffen, already knowing where this is going even before he speaks.

“But first, I need you to tell me what’s wrong.”

Of course. You knew he would catch on, but that knowledge doesn’t make this confrontation any easier.

You try to keep your voice from wavering, forcing down the lump on your throat. “What do you mean? There’s nothing wrong.”

“You know perfectly well what I’m talking about.” His fingers brush the darkened skin under your eyes, run down the side of your blotched cheek, as if to say, I can see right through you. The gesture feels so intimate that you have to look away, only to regret it immediately. It gives you away, leaves you with no choice except to start confessing.

“You knew?” The words escape you in an embarrassed whisper. What a stupid question to ask. Of course he knew. He probably found out the moment he stepped into the apartment, the lingering signs of your frustration clear as day.

“Yeah. When you sent me those texts earlier this morning, I knew something was wrong.”

Oh. And here you thought you were being subtle enough.

Seokmin hesitates for a moment, as if sorting out his thoughts. “I was... I was going to wait until you’re ready to talk,” he says by way of explanation, his brow lined with worry. “But I can’t stand not doing anything when you’ve locked yourself in here for the past half hour. I can’t stand the idea of sitting still when you’re just one door away and it’s clear that you’re not alright.”

You squeeze your eyes shut like you’d just seen a sight that stung.

“You can tell me,” he continues. “You don’t have to keep it from me.”

“I know that, Seok. I just...” you trail off, finding that it keeps getting harder and harder to hold back the emotions threatening to drown you. It takes you some time to muster the courage to look him in the eye again. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It’s a big deal to me if it upsets you like this. Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

But that’s the thing, isn’t it? What is there to even talk about? Nothing really happened; you spent the whole day just contending with that cruel voice in your head that always tells you you’re not enough. That you’ll never be enough, especially because you manage to mess up even the simplest, most trivial of things. Especially because you let said things ruin your whole day.

It’s embarrassing.

At your silence, Seokmin shifts closer to you. “Talk to me, love. I’m here for you. I won’t judge you, I promise.” His voice is so gentle that for a moment, you’re tempted to just give in and tell him everything.

This isn’t about the lack of trust; it has never been, and even Seokmin himself knows that. And neither is this about worrying what his response would be. If there is anything your past experiences with him can tell you, it’s that he deals with your breakdowns in a loving, gentle way. Every single time.

He’s aware of your mind’s tendency to shove one worst-case scenario upon another until you’ve run out of space and energy to think about anything rational. Admittedly, it’s not the healthiest habit, and you’ve been trying to unlearn it, but sometimes there are days when you simply can’t cope and begin to spiral.

Despite everything, Seokmin always understands. You know he would understand now, but it’s precisely the reason why this is the last thing you would want to talk about. He’s the kind of person who feels deeply, who doesn’t need to try too hard to put himself in other people’s shoes. That act of sympathizing can be so draining, and you’re not willing to subject him to that. His work is exhausting as it is without you having to pile your struggles atop of his own.

All you can offer him now is a tight-lipped smile. “I wasn’t lying when I said it’s not a big deal.”

He shakes his head. “It’s clear to me that it is. And even if it’s not, I’ll still want to hear it all the same.”

The small, knowing tug of his lips tells you he can see what’s running through your mind. You find yourself having to bite back a dry laugh. Ridiculous, really, how you bother trying to hide things from him when he knows you as well as the back of his own hand.

“Even if it’s something I’ve told you many, many times before?” You ask, still giving him the option to move past this.

“Even so. Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together. We’ll figure it out, the way we always do.”

His kindness leaves a gaping hole in your aching heart. This, you think to yourself, this isn’t something you deserve. You’ve simply been fortunate enough to have crossed paths with him that one fateful night in a certain cafe, that night that changed the trajectory of everything else that came along afterwards.

A tear slips down your cheek. Then another. Disappointed in yourself, you forcefully rub your eyes, only to have him reach out to stop what you’re doing.

He winces a little, as though he were the one on the receiving end of your roughness. “Careful, you’ll hurt yourself like that.” His thumb brushes against your cheek. “Here, let me do it for you.”

And it is at this moment that you finally break, the walls you’ve built to keep your emotions at bay crumbling under his touch as he slowly wipes away your tears. He treats you with the utmost care as you cry on his shoulder, listens to you as you try to recount to him all that has happened today. His attention stays undivided the whole time, even as you stutter or can’t seem to find the words to express how you feel.

“I know it’s the same problem every time,” you sob. You hate the way your voice breaks all over. “I know it may seem like... like I’m not changing at all, but I truly am trying my best, Seok.”

His free hand draws soothing lines down your back. “I know that, love. I have never once doubted you. And I can understand how hard it is to overcome this. But you can. You’ve gotten so much better than you give yourself credit for.”

That reminder that you don’t deserve him flits through your mind yet again, scolding you for not feeling ashamed. But the look on his face shows not even the slightest hint of ridicule or disappointment. Seokmin simply holds you in his arms and whispers in your ear over and over that everything will be alright. You want so badly to believe him.

Sniffing, you pull slightly away to meet his gaze. You don’t care for the redness in your eyes or the tear stains on your cheeks. It’s important that he hears this from you and sees the sincerity behind it. “You’re being so good to me, Seok. Too good to me. You always... you’re always doing so much more than I ever deserve—”

“Don’t say that—”

“And I can only hope that you’re alright with being stuck with me. I know I can be a lot to handle, and I can’t imagine I’m easy to love.”

At that, he stops talking, stares at you as though he has a hard time believing what he’s heard. As though waiting for you to take back your words.

And when you don’t, he asks, his voice low and serious, “Why do you think that way?”

Because you can’t think otherwise. Would he not grow tired of your problems? Would he not grow tired of you? Who wouldn’t when it’s the same shit over and over again?

He takes your silence as a sign to go on. “Do you really think that that’s how I feel about you? That you’re difficult to love because you go through problems sometimes? Because you have feelings like real people do, like I do?”

Pain flashes across his features, along with something else. It takes you a while to recognize it as anger, though you know that anger isn’t directed at you; rather, it’s on your behalf. “I’m so, so sorry that you were made to feel like you have no right to be sad or upset when things are difficult. But I’m here to remind you that whatever it is you feel, it’s valid.”

You say nothing in return, feeling the weight of his words as they sink in.

“I’ve seen the way you treat others,” he continues. “I’ve seen how deeply you appreciate and care for them. You don’t think twice when it comes to helping people, even the ones you barely know. But I’ve never seen even just a shred of that same kindness when it comes to yourself. You constantly beat yourself up for simply being human, and you have no idea how much that breaks my heart.

“And it makes me wish you’d see yourself the way I see you, because maybe then you’d come to learn all the wonderful qualities you have that you always seem to look past.” He lifts your hand to his lips, leaving a trail of kisses along your knuckles. “You’re a student working a part-time job; don’t you realize how impressive that is? Not to mention the fact that you’re getting better and better at not overthinking when it used to be tough for you. All this progress has never escaped my notice or anyone else’s, just your own.”

You’ve calmed down by now, your crying reduced to small sniffles. It’s still hard to keep your eyes open, and it’s even harder to come up with a response. But you’re content with simply hearing what he has to say, and your heart is full of tenderness and warmth. He’s never once failed to make you feel so loved.

“And as for what you said earlier about me being stuck with you”—he pecks your lips softly—“I hope you know that I’m not going anywhere. I’m never going to love you any less because of your struggles.”

His declaration hits a little too close to home, rubbing at a lifelong wound that has yet to heal. After all, the reason why you hadn’t wanted to get into a relationship before Seokmin came into the picture was fear. Fear that once your partner discovers just how ugly and messy things can get for you, how much emotional baggage you carry, they will leave.

A part of you has always known that confiding in Seokmin would make it hurt less. But a greater, selfish part of you is afraid that he’d grow tired of putting up with you and your constant problems. Maybe you’d never dare to admit it out loud, but the truth is that you would rather struggle alone in silence than lose him altogether due to your honesty.

But Seokmin sees through all that. And instead of leaving, he stands by your side and holds your hand through it. He holds your broken pieces as you try to stitch them back together.

And all the things he’s said about you... you know he truly means every one of them. He’s genuine in everything he says and does. But you can’t wrap your head around the idea of someone great like him can see you that way. It’s a surreal thought, one you never dared to entertain before now.

But maybe he’s right. Maybe you’ve been too hard on yourself. You’re certain that if it were anyone else going through the same, exact motions as you are now, you wouldn’t tell them the hurtful things you hurl at yourself at any given chance. And you’ve always known that progress is never linear, and falling down once or even a dozen times doesn’t eliminate all the previous steps you’ve taken. It doesn’t diminish all that you’ve accomplished, all that you’ve done to be better.

Whatever it was that Seokmin saw in you that one night from two years ago, when he asked you to be his, it doesn’t matter. For the millionth time, you’re so glad you took the leap and trusted that he would catch you.

All these new thoughts running through your head, all these feelings of fondness and love for him coursing through you, yet you can only manage to ask him this: “How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Know all the right things to say every time.”

He lets out a small laugh, relieved that you’re no longer as upset as you’ve been before. “Because I’m only saying the truth. Loving you is a commitment, a decision I make every single day. And that decision comes easily, willingly, because you’re so, so easy to love.”

You feel like crying all over again, but for the right reasons this time. God, you really are the luckiest person in the world. “So are you, Seok. I hope you know that, too,” you say as you pull him into a hug.

“Feeling any better?” You may not be able to see him, but you just know that he’s grinning.

“Yeah.” You nestle up against him. You don’t ever want to let go. “Thank you for always hearing me out. For not only accepting me as I am, but also encouraging me to be the best version I can be.”

“I can say the same thing to you, too.” He kisses your brow. “Thank you, love. For all the times you’ve held my hand and kept me grounded and going when it’s so easy to give up. You’ve been there for me in ways I can never explain, and I’m so, so grateful.”

It truly is the least you can do for him. You snuggle your head into his shoulder with a contented sigh. “Thank you for always giving the best hugs.”

He laughs heartily at that. “You can have all the hugs you want, I promise. But I need you to promise me one thing in return. Promise you’ll never hesitate to let me know whenever you’re not feeling okay. I’m here for you, and I don’t want you to go through things alone. I want you to let me take care of you.”

You glance up, your eyes meeting his. “I promise, as long as you do the same and let me take care of you, too.” And when he nods, you add, “I love you.”

He’s beaming so widely that you can’t help but do the same. “I love you, too.”

It’s been true all along: home is not a place but a person, after all.

— ☽ —

author’s note: not so proud of how this fanfic turned out, but i’m still glad i got it done because it truly helped me get through a tough time. i hope that you find comfort reading it as i did writing it. lots of love and take care ♡

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dokeythings · 7 months

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| aftercare | (dokyeom)

"fuck, wow" dokyeom breaths out, collapsing onto the bed with all his energy now gone.

"shit, wow" you mimic, also mind blown by the sex you two just had.

you fall down on the bed next to him. you both stay there laying next to each other while trying to catch your breath. he throws the sheet over you both, gently pulling you closer to him. you lay your head on his chest and wrap your arm around his waist, sighing in content once you're comfy. he lays his arm on top of yours, intertwining your hands. he leans down to kiss your forehead softly, making you smile in return.

"i love you" he says, meaning the words more than he could ever express.

"i love you more" you reply, snuggling deeper into him.

"i'm gonna go get us some water" he speaks softly, squeezing your hand before sliding out from under the sheet and standing up. he grabs some boxers from his drawer and slides them on before walking towards the door.

"wait!" you call out, reaching for his hand from the bed. he turns around swiftly, giving you his attention as he takes your hand and stands next to the bed.

"get me a snack too please?" you ask, jutting out your bottom lip. he chuckles at you and says, "you got it baby".

he doesn't have to ask you what you want, because he knows you well enough to pick it out. he's going right for the salty snacks, settling on cheez its. as he goes downstairs to grab the water and the snacks, you get up and rummage through the closet, looking for one of his big t-shirts to wear. he comes back into the room with his hands full, placing everything on the nightstand.

"can i wear this?" you ask, knowing that the answer will already be yes.

his eyes flicker over to you, holding his shirt in your hands.

"course, baby" he smiles at you, sitting back down in the bed, putting his hands behind his head.

you throw the shirt on and find some underwear to put on. you run back into bed and jump onto your side, making him laugh fondly at you. he pats the spot next to him and opens his arm, indicating for you to slide in next to him. you sit next to him, curling up into him as you fit perfectly into his side hug. you reach over him and grab the cheez its from the table, smiling to yourself at how well he nailed your craving.

"thank you" you say as you open the box, realizing you never thanked him for getting them.

"welcome" he smiles, rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

its almost 1 am, and this midnight snack is really hitting the spot right now. you are very hungry for some reason, stuffing handfuls and handfuls of them into your mouth. dokyeom just giggles at you sweetly, finding anything and everything you do cute. after a little bit you get insecure about how many you are eating and yet you are still hungry.

"you want any?" you ask, knowing you'd feel better if he was eating too.

"no thank you love" he shakes his head, turning on the tv and turning on a background movie.

"ughh" you moan quietly, making him turn to you and raise an eyebrow at the outburst. "i feel so fat, please eat some too" you groan. you lift up your t-shirt, grabbing some stomach chub and frowning at it.

"hey! you're not fat. please keep eating" he urges, pulling your shirt back down. he takes a few cheez its out of the box and eats them, just to make you happy.

"will you still love me if i eat the whole box right now?" you ask, half joking and half serious.

he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and says, "i would still love you even if you turned into a literal cheez it" he said, serious as can be.

you giggle at the stupid phrase coming out of such a serious mouth. "thats oddly sweet" you say, kissing his cheek. yet you still lean over him to put the box back on the nightstand. he looks at you suspiciously, knowing you are still hungry.

"if you're still hungry i can go make you some real food, sweetheart" he says, hoping you take him up on the offer.

"its okay" you say, laying your head down on his shoulder, "i'm not hungry anymore". right as you get comfy your damn stomach growls, breaking the silence. really? you curse it for giving you away like that. he lets out a laugh, finding it hilarious, but thankful that it did in fact give you away. he takes your hand and stands up,

"come on, lets go to the kitchen" he says. you cross your arms, trying to pretend to be mad but you really are hungry, and real food sounds great right now. you walk downstairs and settle into the kitchen. he opens the fridge to see what he could make as you stand behind him and peer in like a little kid.

"hmmm, okay i can make pasta, salad, grilled cheese," he trails on.

you cut him off, "grilled cheese!" you say, craving it immensely now.

"grilled cheese it is" he chuckles, grabbing all the ingredients.

you sit on the counter watching him as he makes himself and you grilled cheese. he still isn't hungry, but he makes one for himself too just to make you feel better. he turns around every now and then to come over and leave kisses on your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, anywhere that makes you smile. you move off the counter and sit down at a chair, pulling your phone out to find something to watch on youtube while you wait. you are getting really tired, and know you are only going to be able to keep your eyes open long enough to eat your food.

"here you go, honey" dokyeom says, sliding the plate in front of you and sitting next to you with his own plate.

he laughs as you pick it up immediately, smiling as the melted cheese hits your tastebuds. it's one of the best grilled cheese sandwiches you've ever had, but that doesn't surprise you, he's good at everything.

"babe" you state, your mouth open in shock as you turn to him. "this is the best thing i've ever eaten, thank you" you claim.

"i appreciate it baby, but i think you're just really hungry" he says honestly, smiling at your enthusiasm.

you shrug, continuing to devour the sandwich. after you finish the last bite, you let out a big yawn that you didn't even see coming.

"lets get you to bed" he says, rubbing your back gently as he stands up and puts both of your plates in the sink. he walks back over to you and spins you around in the chair, picking you up so that you don't have to walk up the stairs. you smile contently as you drape your arms around his neck, leaving kisses all over. he giggles at you, squeezing your butt playfully in response. when he reaches the bedroom he lays you down, pulling the covers over you. he lays down next to you, facing you as you stare into his eyes.

"kyeom" you state, although his attention is already on you so it wasn't really necessary. yet you still stay looking at his face in the moonlight, waiting for his response.

"whats up pretty girl?" he asks, playing along. he brings his hand up to your head, cupping your cheek.

"i love you" you say, as if its some secret you've been keeping in, as if its the first time you've said it even though its probably the billionth time. you are fighting back the sleep now, your eyelids getting heavy as you try to keep them open to look at him.

"and i love you" he answers, pressing his lips against your nose gently. the second you hear the words, your eyes give up on you and close. you are automatically asleep, feeling cozy and safe like you always do.

#dokyeom fluff #dokyeom x reader #dokyeom imagines #dokyeom fanfic #dokyeom #seventeen #lee seokmin #dk #svt seokmin #seventeen imagines

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magisland · 5 months

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LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO

you enter the room and notice your best friend, dokyeom, talking with the walls, literally talking with the walls.

“i always knew that you’re a little weird, but not that you were that weird..”

“oh, hey! first of all, shut up i’m not weird, at least not as much as you are. second, i’m praticing for the play”

“and the walls are helping you out?”

“my partner couldn’t come today. the walls are actually pretty useful”

“why didn’t you text me? i’ll help you!”

“you sure? the scene is kinda…”

“it’s fine! give me my lines”

he shyly hands you the paper with the lines and you read it before start acting. you drop an “oh.” when you realize he’s practicing the kissing scene.

“give me the paper, we can practice another scene”

“no, that’s okay. i mean, it’s just practice, right?”

he gives you an awkward smile and nods, “say when you’re ready”

“okay,” you inhale all the air you could inhale and exhale right after, “i’m ready”

dokyeom nods and it’s like he’s not himself anymore, he changed completely, really getting into the character.

“this night is being magic, i feel like i couldn’t asked for such a better thing, having your company really changes my mood”

“same…” you pause and smile at him just like it’s written on the paper, “hey, do you wanna know something that i want?”

“and what you want?”

“i want to be kissed”

dokyeom smirks and gets closer to you. you can’t believe that this is the same boy that you call your best friend.

you think that he’s totally indifferent by his actions while acting and into the character until he puts his hands on your waist and you notice they are shaking, it’s impossible to not notice. you read the paper and put your hands around his neck.

“i can do this for you” he gets you even closer to him by pulling your waist, “what’s wrong? why are you with this face? is this your first kiss?”

you just look at him for a couple seconds before gets back to the acting. at this point you’re dying to really kiss him in this practice.

“it is.. what should i do?” you giggle, “i’m kinda panicking to be honest.”

“there’s no need to panic, just put your lips on my lips.”

you two get closer and when you can feel each other’s breath you two freeze and just look at each other.

“we’re supposed to kiss, right?”

“well, yes, but it’s only a practice so…”

“we should kiss”

“really?” his eyes get bigger when he hears you say that.

“yeah, like real people do”

and with that dokyeom’s lips meet with yours, receiving a sweet kiss. when the kiss is over you both look at each other and giggle while smiling.

“i think that my acting wasn’t good enough, wanna practice again?”

you laugh and play with the back of his hair while your hands still rest around his neck.

“i have the whole afternoon free so i guess we could practice until you think that you’re good. oh, and by your information, this script sucks”

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rubyreduji · 10 months

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*squints* dilf deekay how dare u I trusted u 😭

dilf seokmin who is the single dad of the cutest little five year old girl in the kindergarten class you teach, she's got the same smile as him and everything

dilf seokmin who tries to help out in the class as much as he can and even though you don't always need the help, you don't dare turn him away, too fond of him to say no

who can blame you? he's funny, kind, helpful, and very handsome, he's the "it" parent that all of the teacher rave about, jealous that you have his daughter in your class and not theirs

being a good dad is just the cherry on top, and a good dad he is, always doting on his daughter and finding any way to support her, like volunteering to help out during field day

and your knees nearly buckle on the spot when you catch sight of him standing out on the field, in his nicely fitted white t-shirt that perfectly displays his arms

and god his arms, his nicely formed biceps and his veiny arms and his long, thick fingers that you desperate want insi- you shake your head, no you cannot be having those thoughts about the father of one of your students, especially while you are working

so you do your best to be on your best behavior, but you're only human and you can't help but glance in his direction every so often, the sight alway making your head spin and your panties grow damper and damper

there's just something primal in you that finds him so sexy as he helps all of the kids out, hi-fiving them when they win and patting them on the back when they lose, you have to keep chugging down water to combat the heat growing up your spin and across your chest

then, his shirt gets wet, his daughter accidently spilling the water while he's carrying her in his arms, and you do your best not to stare at the way the shirt clings to his torso, his defined abs and chest visible under the now translucent fabric

"oh no! here i think i have some spare shirts in my room," you tell him, ushering him back into the school, the halls are empty as you two walk to your classroom, everyone outside participating in the field day

when you get to your classroom you dig through your cupboards, looking for a spare t-shirt, when you find one and turn to hand it to seokmin, you're shocked to see his wet shirt already off his body, his damp chest glistening slightly

you can't stop yourself from gasping a bit, your mouth dropping as your eyes widen, taking in all of his bare skin and all of the muscle under it

seokmin just chuckles as he takes the shirt "thank you so much, especially for all of the work you do, you're an amazing teacher"

"oh uh, thank you" you can feel the heat start to over take your face again

"you know...my ex-wife has never been this good with soomi, but you're a natural," seokmin starts and you can't help but feel flustered at his praise, praise that he obviously is not showering on his ex-wife "not to mention that she absolutely adores you, and she's not the only one"

"h-huh?"

"I adore you too, but i think my feelings go a little deeper than admiration, and i think your feelings for me go a bit deeper than that too"

seokmin has slowly been walking towards you and you're stuck in place, barely able to even breathe, the shirt is still in his hands and you force yourself to look at his eyes rather than his torso

"tell me im not making a fool of myself right now"

"you're not"

that's all seokmin needs to lean in and bring his lips to yours, right off the bat the kiss is fierce as seokmin pulls you into him, desperately licking into your mouth, trying to burn the taste of you intp his mind

seokmin pushes you back until your body hits the wall and you feel his knee slide inbetween your thighs, applying pressure right against your aching core, you moan right into his mouth, your fingers digging into his back

you can feel seokmin's fingers grasp your waist tightly as he helps guide your hips to grind down against him, the fabric of your panties dragging against your senstitive clit

soft moans escape from the back of your throat, into seokmin's mouth and you feel him grin into your kiss "you sound so pretty baby girl"

the pet name makes your pussy clench and your hips speed up, desperate to get off, pleasure coursing through your body as seokmin continues to ravish your lips, his fingers trail up your sides before landing at your chest, his long fingers groping at your tits like a eager teenage boy

your panties are ruined by now, sticking to your needy cunt as you cotninue to work your hips against his leg, growing more and more impatient to reach your high

just as you're about to orgasm, seokmin pulls away and you can't do anything but whine, even more disappointment filling you as seokmin tugs on the borrowed shirt

"they're going to start wondering what's taking so long, better get back out there before they send someone looking, right?" seokmin winks at you and you kind of want to cry from how pent up you now are "but i promise i'll make it back up to you baby, this weekend okay?"

seokmin then turns to leave the classroom and you take a moment to recuperate yourself before following after him, thinking about how friday cannot get here fast enough

[you didn't ask for this but i have delivered anyways, have a great night elv 😇]

#you're welcome hehe #minors dni #lee seokmin #dokyeom #dokyeom smut #dokyeom drabble #dokyeom fanfic #dokyeom scenarios #dokyeom imagines #rru.moots #elv!!#rru.answers #rru.fics #rru.writes #★ mdni

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seo8inn · 4 months

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Summer rain (and the awkward conversations) | Dokyeom

[In which he’s your brother’s best friend…]

She knew it now. That all she had with him would ever really be the heavy, awkward conversations. Yet they were everything to her.

“Hey,”

She raised her gaze for it to be met with that of a familiar boy’s worried eyes.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded, and LEE DOKYEOM reached out to help her up, though when he noticed her struggle to balance herself on the skates, he bent down to take them off for her. Her throat dried out. She rather felt like a child, in only her fluorescent red socks against the hot, hard cement.

"I'll walk you home," he merely said and she nodded, because who would not, when he looked like that, dirt brown eyes and messy hair, skin still glistening under the shade. She could not comprehend how every feature of his could be beautiful to her but they just were.

Sometimes she wondered if he only treated her the way he did because she was his best friend’s little sister and he saw her as his own. If he saw her as a child. After all, she was fourteen to his nineteen. Those five years, however, were everything to her. As if in those five years, he’d seen all the parts to the world she hadn’t uncovered. As if in those five years, he might have been waiting for her to come along.

As she walked toward the boy, however, feelings of shame rose to the back of her throat. She was embarrassed, to say the least. She felt stupid, and childish. So she hid her face behind her hair in hopes of keeping away from the urge to look at him. She didn’t dare to, anyway, it reminded her too much of the previous times that summer where those shrewd eyes of his caught hers.

There wasn’t much to say when they were alone, she realized. She resented the fact she had so much trouble merely conversing with the tall boy. She was not sure if the slightly uncomfortable feelings were mutual, but she was sure that them being together like that, alone, was unusual.

As the sun set, the sky broke into hues of pinks and oranges. When they reached the end of her driveway, Dokyeom extended his arm, dangling the skates in his hand.

“Ah," she nodded and retrieved the very object that caused the butterflies in her stomach and the scrapes on her knees.

"Thanks, by the way," she said to him.

He looked at her for a moment, then shifted his gaze back to the path in front of him and grinned slightly to himself. "For what?"

She shrugged. "For helping me? And walking me home, I guess."

He shook his head. "It's nothing."

Then, there was the familiar silence she knew so very well. She opened her mouth to speak, but shut it again, for reasons even she could not explain. She was about to thank him again, continue the conversation, but he’d caught sight of her brother.

“Hey, hyung!” he called, rushing forward.

“Dokyeom! What are you doing here,” YOON JEONGHAN grinned in return. He slipped into some slippers and rushed to open the gate.

The two began to converse in their own language. She realised, soon enough, that she’d never really have a part in that world. She didn’t understand; after all, fourteen year-olds didn’t have much in common with nineteen year-olds. Jeonghan whispered into his ear, and the gorgeous boy burst into a fit of laughter.

She knew it now. That all she had with him would ever really be the heavy, awkward conversations. Yet they were everything to her.

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them accidentally ditching you on your bday - vu

hhu, vu, pu

content: angsty, gender neutral, established relationship, etc.

part 2

wc: 4537

a/n: thank u to the people who requested this <3 so sorry its so longshdkks pls lmk if u want a pt. 2 with a resolution. not proofread btw </3

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jeonghan -

jeonghan wasn't a big drinker by any means. sure, he enjoyed the occasional drink with his friends, but it wasnt much of a habit. being a member of seventeen, however, it was quite often that he found himself around alcohol. quite a few of his members enjoyed sharing drinks with one another whenever their schedules allowed. jeonghan, being jeonghan, would always join them, enjoying nothing more than to be around the company of his most loved ones. unfortunately, during these instances he was also away from you, seeing as drinks with his friends tended to be right after work, just before he arrived home to you. this would cause him to make his way into your arms later than usual on the days his friends dragged him away to a pub. you didn't usually mind this, only occasionally pouting at him when he'd come home a bit later than usual without texting you about it beforehand.

today was one of the many days in which jeonghan had found himself at a discreet pub in seoul, accompanied by none other than mingyu, seokmin, chan, seungcheol and joshua, who were all pretty heavy drinkers whenever the mood struck them. jeonghan had prior plans today; it was your birthday tomorrow, so he knew he needed to get home at a timely hour in order to allow you to fall asleep in his arms as your birthday celebrations began. those plans were, however, slightly interrupted by the insistence of a choi seungcheol who adored jeonghan's company and insisted he tag along, even if only for a little while. jeonghan didn't see any harm in this, knowing he didn't have much of a tendency of getting drunk at these gatherings. he could easily make an appearance for one or two hours before excusing himself to go find refuge in your arms.

except that did not happen.

jeonghan wasn't sure how events had turned this way. he had lost most of his sense of self five shots in (what the hell was mingyu feeding him?). he began to go in and out of consciousness, still being aware of his surroundings, but not having many more thoughts past that. the one thing that did manage to slip his mind, however, was his plan to go home to you before the clock struck 12, as it was now 1 in the am. he had fully disregarded his phone too, too distracted with his friends to notice the vibrations on the table.

he woke up the next morning at about 12pm, insane headache and in familiar surroundings. it was joshua's house, he was pretty sure. and he wasn't alone. seungcheol and the rest were also located in different areas of the living room which jeonghan had awoken in. how did he even get here, he wondered. must've called a cab last night. but wait, his phone was out of battery last time he checked it. must've been one of the boys then.

none of these things mattered to jeonghan right now, so he simply got up and charged his phone, heading to the kitchen for a glass of water as he made conversation with joshua, who was the only other member awake at the moment. as soon as his phone charged, jeonghan headed over to grab it, immediately noticing a total tally of 19 notifications, all from you. had something happened? you didn't tend to message him so much. he immediately worried, hurrying to open the messages.

turned out he was right, something had happened.

it clicked almost immediately, with the tone of your texts expressing varying emotions as time progressed, and the date above the messages confirming his suspicions; it was your birthday today, and jeonghan was hung over at his best friend's house. he had no idea how he'd been so irresponsible. he knew he'd be a bit later than usual, but he was so sure he'd still make it home to you before midnight. but that had clearly been wrong. jeonghan dreaded it, but he decided to call you, to at least assess if your mood was as sour as the messages showed.

you picked up within three rings, immediately voicing your concerns at him.

"jeonghan? are you okay? you didnt come home last night," okay, you were worried about him! that was a good sign, right?

"i- angel, i'm so sorry. i'm okay. time got away from me and i ended up blacked out at shua's. shit, i'm so sorry, angel. i'll-"

"were you just drinking the whole time?", you paused, sighing before continuing, "you couldn't even message me or anything? you ditched me today of all days to get black out drunk with your friends? are you serious?", you paused again, not giving him enough time to respond, "you made me spend my birthday worried you didn't make it home. with no communication. jesus christ, jeonghan ..."

"angel. fuck. i'm so fucking sorry. i'll come home right now. it's still your birthday! let me make it up to you, yeah? i'll do whatever you want, just-"

"you know what, han? ... just stay there. we can do this some other day. i'm not really in the mood right now. i'll call you later today, okay? love you."

"wait, angel, no. just let me-"

he wasnt able to complete his sentence, as he was met with a beeping sound, informing him the line was disconnected. he stood there dumbfounded at what had just happened, not knowing how to react.

"man, you're fucked," chuckled joshua, who had heard the whole conversation.

yeah, he had fucked up big time.

joshua -

today was a terrible day. well, no. it was an amazing day actually. it was your birthday. it shouldve been an amazing day. except due to uncontrollable circumstances, your boyfriend joshua had to be away from you for the entirety of the week. there was an award show going on overseas, in which your boyfriend and the rest of seventeen had to be in attendance.

he had planned a beautiful day for you, really. he had wanted to spend the whole day with you, tending to your every need. he was going to wake you up with breakfast - prepared by himself, of course. then he would take you out to a secluded restaurant to ensure privacy. he had even planned to give you a serenade (he knew you would just call him corny, but could be be blamed for being in love?). he had communicated all this to you as he lamented his sudden absence to you a week before the day of his departure. you had accepted it, being touched by the mere thought. he'd promised you he would still be with you on your special day. although the award show was that same day, he promised to come back to the hotel as soon as time would allow and provide you with his company even if it was only through the phone.

and now it was that time. seeing as he was in japan and you in his home back in korea, there was no timezone to worry about. you'd simply have to wait at home for him to return and give you a call. it was now 6pm. it was understandable he would still be busy. you knew he had packed rehearsals all morning, so his only chance to call you would be later in the night. he had still sent you a few messages congratulating you on your big day and reminding you to be ready for him at around 8pm.

it was now 8:33pm. you had expected him to be a bit late, so you didn't mind it. the award show had been live, and it had ended at around 7:30. however, you knew it would likely take him a while to get ready and to get back to the hotel. so you waited patiently, knowing your boyfriend to always stand by his word.

it was at 9:33 that you began to worry. you had already sent him a few texts, not wanting to bother him in case something was going on. you pondered about texting his members just to make sure everything was okay, but decided against it. you didn't want to be pushy.

it wasn't until the clock hit midnight that you'd given up. by then you had already called a few times, only being met by his voicemail. at 12:18 you called his manager, knowing that was your last resort. the response you received was disheartening to say the least. he had informed you that your boyfriend and his group had been taken to an after party, claiming it had been a last minute thing, but that they'd all seemed pretty enthusiastic about it. you decided not to voice your annoyance to joshua's unsuspecting manager, instead choosing to go to sleep, sad and dejected.

the next morning when you woke up to 28 messages and 5 missed calls from joshua, you turned off your phone, disregarding him in the same way he had you. happy birthday to you.

jihoon -

despite popular belief, jihoon was not as emotionally constipated as he seemed. he was a great boyfriend, always making sure you felt loved and tended to. you were always one his top priorities, so he would do his best to spend as much time with you despite his packed schedule. you were also one of the only people who made him want to clock out at the end of the day, knowing you'd always be home waiting for him with open arms. jihoon, however, still had the tendency of sometimes holing himself up in his studio. during these periods of time, jihoon would cut off most contact from the outside world, being hard to reach for a few days as he stayed over at his studio without ever making it home.

this week was one of those times. jihoon never really scheduled these occasions. they'd just somehow end up happening whenever he had a spurt of inspiration, being able to conjure an entire series of songs he believed would perform well together. he liked to keep things organized, after all. any time he disappeared for over 24 hours, you could safely assume he was in his studio, not even allowing himself the simple pleasure of going on his phone to message you. for entertainment, he would sometimes allow himself some anime in between work, but not much more than that. he'd still leave the studio occasionally to show up to dance practice and such, but he would not interact with anyone other than his members, his manager, and maybe some staff if need be.

he knew this might be a bit too much, but it was all part of the creative process. as of today, it had been three days since he had left the hybe building, having given his manager full control over his phone as he wished to remain as productive as possible. he knew that one single text from you and he'd haul ass back home, too lost in the bliss of your presence to get himself to do any work. he missed you, of course, but this was not your first rodeo. the two of you had gone through this before, and it seemed like you accepted his weird work habits, having never complained nor shown discomfort over them. which was why he was quite shocked upon finally exiting the building four days later and calling you up in order to finally check in on you, but not finding the usual response.

the first thing he did as soon as he got his phone back was he call a few times, but he had received no response, which was quite strange from you. he knew it was kind of hypocritical to expect an immediate response considering he had gone off the grid for a few days, but he also knew you were usually free at this hour, so he had expected the usual reaction in which you'd jokingly curse him out for ghosting you followed by an invitation to come over.

he decided then to open his imessage, choosing to instead text you and maybe check in on any of the notifications that never arrived due to having kept his phone muted and away from his reach for the past few days. that was when he realized his grave mistake.

from: my love ❤️‍🩹

(sun) baby

(sun) babyyyy

(sun) where are you? i thought u were gonna sleep over tonight? did u forget about tomorrow?

(sun) okay i called u and ur not picking up im gonna assume ur busy. ill call u again tmrrw then. gn hoonie <3

(mon) okay i gave u most of the morning but its 12 now ... i assumed you'd come back yesterday night. are u at the studio?

(mon) are u rlly holed up there today of all days?? we talked about today last week.

(mon) baby :((

(mon) i dont wanna bother u. take ur time. call me whenever ur done i guess :(

that was when your texts had stopped, two days ago after you had seemingly realized he did not have his phone on him. he also noticed a few missed calls from you during those two days, halting upon the second day of no responses from him.

it had not clicked at first, until he noticed the date above the first text, detailing a day before your birthday. the rest of the messages were sent on the date itself, stopping that same day at his lack of response. the realization made jihoon stop in his tracks. how could it have slipped his mind? not only had he forgotten but he had literally left you in the dark during your special day, even continuing his lack of contact for the next two days. his spiraling thoughts were interrupted by you finally calling him back, something that filled jihoon with hope that you weren't angry at him.

"jiho-"

"baby, i'm so fucking sorry. i swear to you it just slipped my mind. i'll go home right now and make it up to you, i promise," he interrupted you before you could say anything.

you paused before responding, "jihoon. was work that important? was i that easy to forget? i respect your job, but you decided that day of all days?"

"it wasnt on purpose! baby, please just let me- let me come over and i swear we can have the day together. ill take off tomorrow too. the whole week! im so sorry."

"im ... im not really in the mood to see you right now, hoonie. it's been three days. i thought about just barging in your studio, but i didnt want to be that type of person. i had the stupid hope that you'd show up, that it wasnt that easy to just disregard me, but i was wrong. clearly."

"baby ... im so so sorry. i .. i'll give you your space. can i .. can i see you tomorrow then? please?"

"i'll call you to let you know, okay?"

jihoon held his breath at this, but quietly accepted your request, "i .. okay, baby. i love you."

"yeah, love you too," except your tone was cold, followed by the beeping of the phone, signaling the call had been disconnected.

seokmin -

many people knew seokmin as the embodiment of boyfriend material. or that was at least what many of his fans called him. in reality, he was even better than what cameras showed. he was the nicest, most respectful boyfriend imaginable, always providing you with everything you could ever need and more. he'd come home with flowers on a regular basis, he'd call you every single day to check in on you. he'd make you breakfast any time he had to leave before you, wanting to make sure you were well fed before a new day. he'd go above and beyond on any and every ordinary day in order to show you his utmost affections for you. don't even get you started on your birthday, which was a national holiday in seokmin's eyes. a day dedicated exclusively to celebrating the birth of his beloved? sign him up! nothing beat a day in which he could freely express all types of love towards you. he was over the moon every 365 days, knowing his favorite day would come again and again.

he had a huge day planned for you this year. there was a carnival in town, so he had planned to grab his manager and sneak out there with you for an hour or so before taking you back home. he also planned a cute moonlit dinner out on his balcony upon arriving home. it was all perfectly romantic, just like every other of his gestures towards you. he had the day marked on his calendar, only counting down the days until it finally arrived.

unfortunately for you both, your birthday landed on a work day for seokmin, who actually worked every day, really. but it was fine! seokmin had planned around that. he had his regular rehearsals plus a public appearance at a fashion show in the evening, along with a quick appearance at the afterparty, but after that he was all yours. he had to stay at the dorms this past week, having an extremely packed schedule, but he had made sure to text you a huge good morning paragraph detailing his love for you and how thankful he was you were his (just usual seokmin behavior, to be honest).

the fashion show had passed by quickly, having only taken a few hours. the after party, however, had been dragging a bit. it was now 6:04pm. he had promised you he would be home by 6:30, giving you enough time for the quick outing he had planned, plus a romantic dinner afterwards. he knew he still had time, but he was still worried he might not be able to follow through with his plans. the last thing he wanted was to be late. he currently had no way to communicate with you either, as his manager had possession of his phone while he was in such public schedules.

he lingered a little, making conversation with anyone he knew. there were many familiar faces, with a majority being that of actors who were also ambassadors of the various luxury brands at the event. he even saw a few actors he had been dying to meet. he felt badly at having such a good time while you were at home probably awaiting his return, but that thought left his mind as soon as a few of his musical performer friends approached him, engaging him in conversation. if there was anything seokmin was, it was overly friendly. he never said no to a conversation with friends, always being the energy maker in any and every relationship. however, it was easy for him to lose track of time and space whenever he found himself in conversation with friends, which was how time once again got away from him.

seokmin hadn't realized time had escaped him so quickly until his manager came up to him, quietly interrupting seokmin's lively conversation with his friends to inform him that his phone had been vibrating nonstop. fuck. he completely spaced out. checking his phone, he realized it was now 8:47pm. how had time passed by so quickly? he wad a bit buzzed, but he had no idea how he got caught up in conversation for so long. it was now too late to take you to the carnival, but he could still make it home for the romantic dinner. yes, okay. everything was fine. or at least that's what he thought until finally reading the 10 unanswered messages on his phone (while wincing at the 6 unanswered calls, also from you).

from: my love 😍

(5:32) cant wait for tonight baby <33

(5:32) i even bought a new dress hehe hope u like it ;)

(6:38) baby, are you gonna be running a bit late? it's fine, no rush! just pls let me know so i dont worry haha

(6:49) minnie ... is everything okay?

(7:14) minnie :(( are you coming soon?

(7:45) okay i called u a few times now ... do you not have ur phone on you? idk ur manager's number baby idk how to reach u rn :(

(7:53) they close the carnival at 8, i guess thats not happening anymore is it

(8:16) its so unlike u to keep me in the dark like this. i checked ur location and ur still at the event .. im assuming it ran late?

(8:23) its mean of u to keep me unaware of whats going on minnie

(8:35) okay nvm. u can just stay there. ill see if one of my friends wants to go out. goodnight.

the messages kept getting worse the more he read. he couldn't believe it slipped his mind like this. he planned it for weeks, even adjusting his schedule for it. and now he had ruined it all just because he felt like catching up with some friends.

he wasnt sure what to do. he had kept you in the dark all night, not even letting you know he wouldnt have his phone on him for a majority of it. he knew this was just an accidental slip of his mind, but that still didnt remove the way he hurt you. all he could do now was run home and await for your own return, hoping that you'd understand his mistake.

seungkwan -

such an outgoing guy like seungkwan always had high demand. they did call him the energy maker for a reason. his presence would always light up a room, which was one of the things you loved most about him. you'd met him in a very public setting, being able to witness first-hand how well he got along with, well, everyone.

however, his outgoing personality did come with some faults. due to having such high demand among friends and colleagues, it was sometimes a bit difficult to share seungkwan. yes, he was not yours per say, but he was your boyfriend. you liked to think you had special privileges that gave you exclusive access to his company that not everyone else had. and you did. seungkwan always gave you top priority when it came to sharing his time. he'd always let you know how much he cared for you, always babying you and tending to your every need. there was nothing in this world he loved more than you, his beloved, which was why it was easy for him to put everything aside whenever necessary.

now, you were not one to hog your boyfriend. you never wanted to be that person who insisted on having access to your boyfriend 24/7, nor would you ever want to keep him away from his friends. it was with this mentality that you had let your boyfriend know it was fine if he had previous engagements on the day of your birthday, letting him know that you'd be more than happy that day as long as he came home to you for a nice night together. he'd informed you that he'd be done with work that day at around 4pm, letting you know that he'd pay a quick visit to some of his 98-liner friends afterwards before going home to you. he had apologized to you for the bad timing over and over again, telling you that this was the only day they all had a day off all at once and would not be able to to gather for a few months after that. he'd insisted he would be quick, wanting nothing more than to head back to you as soon as possible. you'd assured him it was okay, being happy he'd be with you on your special day at all.

so now you were waiting. you'd spent part of the day with friends and family, not having seen seungkwan since the prior day due to his stay at the dorms this past week. you didn't mind this, though, as you were used to occasional separation due to his career. he had sent you a message in the morning, wishing you a happy birthday and once more confirming he'd be back home soon, prepared to celebrate your day. when it became a bit later than the time you'd agreed, you decided to continue to wait, not wanting to be pushy while he was with friends. when it became a lot later than the time you'd agreed, you decided to message him. but your messages went unanswered. you then began to call, receiving no response. it went like this until around 10pm, when you had finally chose to just change into your pajamas, only to be interrupted by a call from the man himself.

"baby! i'm so sorry, i just got your messages. i lost track of time, i swear! eunwoo and mingyu called me up while i was with my friends, and they were on live, so i had to go or else it'd look bad. don't be mad at gyu! he had no idea. i was supposed to just stay for a bit, but the live kept on dragging. i swear im on my way right now, i'll be there in-"

"kwan," you sighed, "not even a text? i dont understand. i didnt want to be pushy but .. today? i cant even lie to you. i'm disappointed."

"baby .. i'm so sorry. i completely spaced out. it's totally my fault. i got too caught up with my friends and then when mingyu called, i was too buzzed to even think straight. i- im sorry. i love you. please don't be mad," you could hear him pout from across the line, a bit frantic as he explained.

you sighed again, frustrated since you did tell him it was okay for him to be with his friends, but still sad he had forgotten you so easily, "i'm not mad, kwannie. just sad. i wish you'd called me to let me know you wouldnt be here at all today."

"but i will be! i'm heading there right now, baby, i swear!"

"i dont ... i dont think i wanna do anything anymore, kwan. im sorry," you felt childish and immature, but you really did not want to see him right now. you knew your emotions would only get the best of you. having your boyfriend choose to be away from you on your birthday was beginning to get to you.

"oh," he paused for a beat before continuing, "i- i understand. can i ... can i come over tomorrow morning, then?"

"you have work tomorrow. you have work every day, kwan. you dont have to-"

"please? let me see you tomorrow?"

"i- yeah. okay. i'll see you then."

"thank you ... happy birthday, my love. i love you. please dont forget that."

"love you too, kwannie," you felt sad as you said it, but you knew you still meant it. you just needed to sleep on it to ease the disappointment. or so you hoped.

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coupsie-daisies · 5 months

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Kinktober '23: Praise Kink | Lee Seokmin

Pairing: Lee Seokmin x Fem!Plus Size!Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), Fluff, Kinktober 2023

Summary: Seokmin just really wants to show you how much you mean to him

WC: 1.2k

Warnings: Petnames (baby, love, pretty girl, angel), oral (fem receiving), fingering, body worship, praise, Seokmin running his mouth

A/N: You know the drill. I really love this, so hopefully yall do too

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It's pretty obvious how you and Seokmin communicate your affections for each other. Physical touch was important, and Seokmin always had an arm around you or your hand linked with his, even just something small like brushing hair from your face or kissing your head when he was passing by. And quality time was important for the both of you, quietly spending time together doing separate things, or sharing an activity and giggling together.

But the one people didn't pick up on quite as often was the way you used words to remind each other how much you loved one another. A quick "Have a good day, I'll miss you" when he's leaving for a schedule, or meeting him after a performance and gushing about how amazing he sounded on stage, how proud you are to be with him. And he always returns it tenfold, showering you in compliments and telling you how much harder his life would be if he didn't have you.

It had become routine at the end of the day, when you were curled up in bed together to just play with his hands and listen to him talk.

"I'm so proud of you," He told you one night, and you looked up at him in confusion. It was hard to see in the dark with only the silvery moonlight seeping through the curtains, but you could make out his dark eyes, the curve of his lips as he smiled back at you. The words flushed your body with a warmth that you'd come to associate with your boyfriend.

"For what?" You hadn't done anything as far as you could remember, and maybe you were selfishly hoping to hear him talk more about how wonderful he thought you were. Luckily, it didn't take a whole lot to get him going about you. After all, you're easily his favorite subject.

"For being you. You work so hard every day, and I'm not always around when I want to be but you never give up. And you're so supportive. I've never met anyone like you." He said, shifting so he was propped up on his elbow. The look of adoration on his face was accented by the shimmer of light that highlighted his skin. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips. "I can't believe how lucky I am to have you in my life. My perfect love."

His lips continued along your cheeks, over the bridge of your nose, peppering your skin with his kisses and making you giggle. But the innocence was slipping through your fingers as his hand found its way to your hip, kneading and squeezing at the soft curves under his skin. You hummed appreciatively as he caught your lips in a kiss again, slower and hungrier now. You bloomed under his attention, opening your mouth for him and letting him take over all of your senses.

The kiss was broken when he sat up to tug your hoodie off of your frame, quietly admiring your form beneath him, gentle hands brushing over every curve and groping at the pudge that he loved so much, where you filled out into curves and soft rolls that he couldn't get enough of. Then up, cupping your breasts and thumbing ever so gently at your nipples. You sighed, eyes falling shut as you let him show his admiration for you.

"So beautiful like this. Look like a painting straight out of the museum. All mine, my pretty girl." He murmured, leaning down to latch onto one of your nipples, his tongue swirling the hardening bud and then switching to the other. You fingered through his hair, brushing it away from his face for no reason other than your own longing to see his face, see the way he adored you in the most tangible way you'd ever been loved.

His patience was wearing thin, you could tell, and he didn't stay in one place for long. His mouth traveled further, nipping and sucking and kissing over your soft skin until he reached the hem of your panties which he discarded as if they were a sin against everything he cared for. He pushed your plush thighs open, fingers running ever so gently over the length of your slit, tracing your pussy like he was trying to memorize it.

"Min, please." You huffed, already so worked up from the way he worked you that his gentle touches were driving you to insanity. He looked up, having the audacity to frown at you as if you'd taken his favorite toy away.

"I know, baby. You're so needy, I'm here. Just a little longer." He cooed, and you whined, hips rolling towards his hands. He only chuckled, returning to teasing you carefully, spreading your wetness with his fingertips and brushing against your clit just enough to have you jolting and gasping his name. He liked it when you called for him, liked knowing that he was the only one making you feel good.

Then his middle finger was sinking into your hole, curling and nudging so much deeper than yours ever did. You choked out a thank you through the breath that was sucking itself from your lungs. He beamed, pumping his finger a few times before sliding in another one. Your walls sucked him in deeper, and he dipped his head to lap at your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

"Please, baby, feels so good. You take such good care of me. Fill me up so good." You babbled, hips rolling into his hand. He picked up his pace, fingers fucking into you a little faster, a little harder, and fuck he always made you feel like you were flying with hardly any effort.

He suckled on your clit lightly, a distinct opposition to the way his fingers were assaulting the spongy spot inside of you that had you leaking down your thighs.

"Always so wet for me," He murmured, words barely intelligible with how unwilling he was to pull away from your pussy. "Take everything I give you. Gonna cum on my fingers, baby? Look at you, my perfect angel."

His words had your head spinning, fogged up with the sound of his voice, so gentle and adoring. You tried to respond, tried to tell him you were close, but all that came out was a high pitched whine as you came for him just like he wanted. His fingers slowed, milking you through it while his tongue swirled around his fingers, swallowing everything that you gave him greedily.

"Good job, baby. Sounded so perfect for me. Always so pretty when you cum, so easy to take care of." He said, pulling his fingers out and sliding them into his mouth to suck off the last of your juices. Then he was crawling back up to you, kissing your lips and letting you taste his hard work on his tongue.

When he pulled away, you decided that it was your turn to take care of him and show him how adored he was.

"Round 2?" You asked, and Seokmin grinned. Goddamn did he love you.

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One More Night

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ex-boyfriend!Dokyeom x reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, smut, lovers to exes au,

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: r (18+)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: drinking (at the bar), cursing, kissing, morning sex missionary, from the back, clit stimulation, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie, heartbreak, mention of break ups, reconciliation **just want to clarify for networks it’s not drunk sex**

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 8.1k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You thought breaking up with him was best for your heart before he left, but the universe had other plans. It’s Dokyeom’s last night in town, and he wants to spend it with you. 𝐀𝐍: Thank youuuu to @hobeemin and @wordycerty for reading this for me. It’s the first thing I’ve written in months and you guys reassured me that I wasn’t terrible lol.

It was his last night in town before he left for good. You didn't plan on seeing your ex, let alone conversing with him. But he called, and here you are, at the local bar, drinking every word Dokyeom says.

“I miss you,” his whisper in your ear heard over the loud music. “I miss you so fucking much it hurts.”

His confession pierces your heart like a cupid’s arrow, penetrating you deeply as you hold back tears. You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, the first tear falling down your cheek. Breaking up with him was hard, and in another universe, you know in your heart you would be together forever. But this is for the best. Dokyeom is a great musician who was born to perform, and as much as he is your greatest love, it would be selfish of you to hold him back from his full potential. You stare in the mirror; your eyes are red with tears and mascara ruined. It’s taking a lot out of you to swallow your pride and not beg him to stay with you, to hold him close and never let him go. You are in the bottomless pits of love for this man. Meeting him through your best friend, it was a slow-burn romance, neither of you budging to tell each other how you felt about each other, until one late night, you did. Sitting in front of your house on a snowy night, you poured out the feelings that were eating you alive for so long, hoping that he felt the same way. When he kissed you in response, your world got a little brighter, and the crushing weight of unrequited love was lifted off your shoulders.

Two years flew by, and it was the happiest you’ve ever been. It was like you found your person, the shooting star you had wished for all your life. Someone to make you feel at home. It felt good having that in Dokyeom, but all good things must come to an end. This opportunity he has to travel the world and show everyone his talent was worth more than this relationship, as much as you hate to admit that. Tap! Tap!

“Just one second, please.” You quickly wipe your face, remove your black-stained tears, and apply more mascara. You try your best to look like nothing is wrong, the opposite of what you feel inside. Then, taking one last look at yourself, you open the door, bumping squarely into Dokyeom’s chest. “Are you alright?” He asks, lifting your chin to face him. You nod, forcing a small smile, before trying to move out of his way. His hand grasps yours, your fingers intertwining, and you stop in your tracks.

“Well, I just told you that I miss you, and you disappeared on me,” he says. “Do you not feel the same way? Did I do something wrong?”

“What?” You shake your head. “No. Of course, you didn’t do anything wrong.” A woman excuses herself in between you two to go to the bathroom. You drag him outside, walking a few feet away from the bar while you get your thoughts together. Your teeth shatter in the bitter cold, and your fingers feel numb.

“Dokyeom, I love you,” you insist. “This is really hard for me, letting you go. You deserve to thrive in your career and not worry about me—.” “Stop,” he interrupts. “I am always going to worry about you. But I am never leaving you, and I will never stop loving you. Just because I’ll be gone for a while doesn’t mean I won’t come back.” “But what if you don’t? What if you like what you’re doing so much that you decide not to be tied down anymore? There are so many ifs in this that I want you not to have to think about th—” His lips suddenly press against yours, shutting you up mid-sentence. You walk back until you are against a brick building, your hands clinging tightly to his shirt. Your heart is beating a million miles per second, your clouded thoughts of him temporarily taking away your anxieties. “I love you,” he whispers. “All this crazy talk about you leaving me. You drive me wild.” “Whatever,” you huff.

You hate admitting you’re wrong. It is crazy talk, breaking up with the love of your life over a three-month tour. But you know how it goes with fans and specifically groupies. You don’t want to hear the rumors, whatever they may be. You’d rather him be free to do whatever he wants before you get hurt like that. The wind chill breaks you two apart, your body shivering from the freezing temperature. Dokyeom, the gentleman he is, takes his jacket off and wraps it around you. You didn’t protest, knowing it was a moot point, as he would rather get sick than see you uncomfortable in any way. He is selfless, always ensuring everyone has what they need before he thinks about himself. The members of the band, his best friends– he would do anything for them. It made you fall more in love with him. “Give me your keys,” he requests with his hand out. “I’ll drive you home.” You give him your keys and get in your car, cursing as you sit down on the cold leather seat. Then, as if he read your mind, he turns on the seat warmer, allowing your legs to thaw while you pull out of the lot. You don’t say anything to each other, letting the lofi beat music from the radio play until you reach your apartment several minutes later. “Are you okay?”

You nod as you both exit the car, walking up two flights of stairs until you stand at your door. He unlocks it, walks you in, and turns up your heat. You’ve always had this thing about not being hot, and it could be below-freezing temperatures, but you will still turn your fan on to make it “just right.” It drove Dokyeom crazy, but he put up with it. Put it with you. “Don’t leave,” you say suddenly. “I mean, don’t leave me tonight.”

You walk towards him, wrapping your arms around him, his warmth engraving itself onto your body. You are comfortable with him, being in his arms that you treasure as your safe space. He pulls you in tighter, lifting your face and kissing you. “I’m not going anywhere,” his eyes peer into your soul. “I don’t care if we are in the same room or miles apart. I will always be with you.” You rest your head on his chest, listening to the melodic beat of his heart go thump thump thump. Your body relaxes, feeling as if you could fall asleep at any second. As if he could sense it, Dokyeom extracts himself from your embrace, leaving you annoyed and cold all over again. You hear the shower running in the bathroom, and he peeks his head out the door, motioning for you to come in. Your legs feel heavy, each step feeling like you are being pulled down. The shots you took at the bar are finally kicking in, and you feel like you will crash at any second. “Oh, my baby,” he helps you out of your clothes.”We have definitely had enough excitement for tonight. I’m gonna wash you and put you in bed, okay?” “S-sure,” you slur. The shower goes with a blur, one blink, and you are already in bed, settled in an oversized t-shirt and cuddling up to Dokyeom. He leaves sweet kisses all over your face, saving the last one on your lips before pulling you to his chest. “I love you,” you murmur, already half asleep. ”Don’t leave me.”

“Baby, you feel so fucking good..” Your nails dig into the sheets, your loud moans in the pillows as he fucks you roughly from behind. It’s 8 am, and he should’ve left ten minutes ago, but he insisted on giving you something to remember him by. Waking up to kisses, your body is naturally turned on by him, sliding down your panties and letting him have his way.

“I’m going to miss you, baby,” he moaned, stroking you deeply. His hand grabs your hair, pulling it tightly as his hips snap into you faster, sending you through your second orgasm this morning. Your fingers play with your clit, whimpering his name as you cum all over him, messing up your new sheets. Your legs give up, spasming as you collapse on your stomach, and your body is overridden with pleasure. Dokyeom turns you over, lifting your legs over his shoulders before he slams into you. “You look so pretty,” he grits. “You make it hard to leave.”

You laugh it off, ignoring the ping in your heart that this will be all over soon. Soon your laugh quickly turns into screams, urging him to fuck you harder. He leans and kisses you deeper, his laborious pants a sweet love language in your ear. “Please,” you beg. “Make me cum again.” Dokyeom loves it when you beg for him, and he obliges, pinning your legs to your chest while giving you rough strokes. Your bed frame bangs against the wall, the portraits you had hanging losing their centered place. That familiar pressure is building in your stomach again, your vision turning white as it ripples through you one last time. His thrusts become unorganized before pulling out, coating your lower lips with his load. You are still on a euphoric high, slowly coming back down as he showers you with kisses. “I love you,” he settles his lips on your neck. “You mean the world to me.” He lifts up slowly, grabbing his phone and looking at the time. “Oh shit, I really have to go,” he hurries into his jeans. “Do you, though?” You tease him, sitting up and sliding off of the bed. Reminded of his essence between your legs, you jet into the bathroom to wipe it off. In those couple of minutes, reality kicks in like a stab in the chest. Dokyeom is really leaving, and you won’t get to see him for a long time. Your teddy bear, protector, and love of your life. You thought breaking up with him would make it easier for you to cut him off and lessen the pain you would feel. But clearly, the universe had other plans. “Baby, I’m gonna head out. I’m going to go to my place and shower before I catch my flight.” Taking a deep breath, you open the bathroom door, facing Dokyeom one last time. He leans in, kissing you with all of the deep-rooted love you have, his large arms pulling you closer to him. “I love you,” you whisper. “Call me when you get to the airport, okay?” You pull away from each other reluctantly, with you watching him walk out the door for the last time.

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