pairing: seungmin x gn!reader
side couple: OC daisy x minho
genre: strangers to academic rivals to platonic soulmates
author’s note: this is a special gift for my golden rejiever @serizawasan i sincerely hope they like it because i put my soul into it 🥺
word count: 5.7k
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It was a rainy summer night when you met Kim Seungmin. Your friend Daisy wanted to support her boyfriend's band at some bar and she had dragged you with her against your will. Only you hadn't expected to enjoy the experience so much. Whenever the weather was rainy, you were generally the type to opt for staying inside, reading a book with a cup of coffee in your hand. You didn't like huge crowds or talking to strangers, they made you anxious. But this was different. The bar wasn't too big and you were together with Daisy, so it wasn't that bad. And her boyfriend's band was pretty good, actually. Especially the guitarist. There was something about him that captivated you. It was as if he was pouring all his emotions into the song. Just playing an instrument wasn't enough. He had something special. You didn't know him and yet, you could instinctively tell there was a hidden lonelines about him. You could relate to that. Even when you were surrounded by people, you felt...alone. Something about the handsome stranger's eyes told you that he was just like you.
After the band's performance was over, your friend Daisy hurried to congratulate her boyfriend.
"You were great, babe! As always," she exclaimed and kissed his cheek.
"I know," Minho responded with a smirk. "I see you brought your friend," he pointed out, tilting his head in your direction.
"Yeah, this is Y/N. I've told you about them!"
"Nice to finally meet you," Minho shook your hand. "Did you enjoy our performance?"
"Yeah, it was alright," you murmured and mentally slapped forehead. Alright was an understatement. They were super good! Especially the guitarist.
Minho chuckled as if he could see right through you. Maybe he could. You remembered Daisy once mentioning you had the same zodiac sign as her boyfriend. What if there was some telepathical connection between Scorpios?
"Alright, well, me and the guys are gonna get some drinks. You want anything?"
You shook your head, while Daisy asked for a strawberry margarita. With Minho out of earshot, she immediately asked:
"Why didn't you order a drink? You're gonna need one if you wanna talk to the guitarist."
"I hate you for being so perceptive," you rolled your eyes.
"You love me," Daisy stuck her tongue out at you. "His name is Kim Seungmin, in case you're interested. I could introduce you."
"I'm not interested," you denied. "And even if I was, how am I supposed to even talk to him? You know how awkward I get around strangers."
"Well, technically, he's not a stranger," Daisy pointed out. "He's my boyfriend's friend...so that makes him a friend of a friend?"
"Minho is not my friend," you replied.
"Ouch," Daisy placed a hand on her heart, feigning offence. "Anyways, the offer still stands."
"Thanks, but I'll pass."
Daisy shrugged, about to let it go, when Minho that damned menace had to waltz in and ruin your solitude.
"Brought you your drink," he told Daisy. "And also brought Seungmin."
"Hi," Seungmin greeted shyly.
Oh, no. Why was his voice as pretty as him?
"You know my girlfriend Daisy," Minho said. "And this is her friend Y/N," you were introduced before you could argue against it.
"Lovely to meet you," he shook your hand, his grip firm and yet gentle, for some reason making you wish you could hold his hand forever. "What did you think of our performance?"
"You were pretty amazing. I mean, it...the performance...I mean..." Gosh, you wanted the earth to swallow you whole.
"Huh," Minho eyed you suspiciously. "A few moments ago, they said it was just alright," he quoted you.
That traitor.
"Shh," Daisy pressed her palm against her boyfriend's mouth and pulled him to the side, attempting to give you and Seungmin some privacy to get to know each other. Your adored your friend but this was a terrible idea.
"Thanks, uhm...I'm glad you had fun," Seungmin mumbled, scratching the back of his head.
"It was like...when you were performing, you conveyed all of your emotions and they poured out of you, captivating everyone. Music is not as easy as just learning how to play. Not that playing an instrument is easy. It totally isn't. I mean...there's much more to it. You managed to express all this tenderness and yearning and...loneliness. It was absolutely brilliant and I couldn't keep my eyes off you. Sorry if this got...too personal. I don't usually share that much with strangers."
Seungmin stared at you puppy-eyed, completely awestruck by what you'd just told him.
"Don't apologize. This is the most profound feedback I've ever received about my music. I appreciate it. Truly."
You nodded, not sure what to say next. Unfortunately, Seungmin took your silence for lack of interest in getting to know him better.
"Right, erm, I'll get going. I'm pretty tired and..."
"You don't have to explain yourself to me," you responded coldly. Damnit, you hoped you hadn't come off as rude. You just...had difficulties maintaing a normal conversation. You couldn't do small talk. You either lapsed into a monologue that was way too deep for a first meeting or into silence.
"Right," he said again. "I hope you come to more of our gigs. See you around."
"See ya."
You didn't come to any of the band's performances despite your friend begging you multiple times.
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You hadn't expected to run into Seungmin ever again. But fate seemed to have other plans. With the arrival of the first cold winds of autumn, it was time for university to start. And you were beyond surprised to find him in your class. You wondered if he remembered you. Some part of you hoped he didn't, you didn't want to recall how vulnerable you'd been that night. A hidden part of you hoped he did, that you'd left a kind of trace, small as it was, in his mind. Because you hadn't been able to forget him, no matter how much you tried to focus on other things.
He didn't approach you the first couple of weeks. And neither did you. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe all was forgotten. But then, you started noticing something that rubbed you the wrong way. Despite both you and Seungmin having the highest grades in your class, the professors treated him differently than you. They were so nice to him, constantly praising him for his hard work. That was so unfair! You were sacrificing your sleep, your mental health and your social life in order to be perfect. But the professors didn't seem to notice you. They were always talking about Seungmin. Especially Mr. Kim. You wondered if they were related, having the same surname and all that.
"They became so buddy-buddy in the span of weeks!" you complained to Daisy over the phone one evening.
"In what sense?" she wanted to know more.
"I overheard Seungmin calling Mr. Kim by his first name Namjoon!" you groaned. "I wish that was me."
"Alexa play Daddy Issues by The Neighbourhood," Daisy giggled.
"Shut uuup. Whose side are you on?"
"Yours, angel. Always. If you want me to murder Seungmin for you, I will. Want me to hide a body? I've already dug the grave."
"You're terrible," you sighed loudly.
"I love you, too," Daisy chuckled. "Try to get some sleep, yeah? You have a morning class tomorrow, right?"
"Ugh, don't remind me. I'll have to see Seungmin's face again. I'll need at least three coffees to get me through the day."
"Take care of yourself, sweetie."
"Good night, Daisy," you murmured and hung up.
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The next day was a day from hell. First, you'd overslept and were 10 minutes late for your class, which made you feel like shit. You hated the judgemental look professors had on their faces whenever a student walked inside the lecture hall, filled with half-asleep students who had miraculously gotten there on time. Ugh. Then, you had to wait in a ridiculously long queue during your break because you couldn't possibly function without the daily dose of caffeine. To top it all, during your final class for the day you found out you had to work in a group project. With none other than Kim Seungmin. Great.
You groaned loud enough for the entire room to hear you. Oh, shit.
"What's up with you lately?" Seungmin confronted you after the class.
"What do you mean?" you raised your eyebrows.
"I mean, back in the summer, you were so nice to me about my music. And now that we're in the same class, you glare at me like I stole your lunch money. What did I ever do to you?"
"None of your business," you snapped at him without meaning to.
"It's going to be my business if we're to work together on this project. Don't make this more difficult, darling."
"I'm not your darling," you hissed. Despite your first impression of him being rather positive, the more he talked, the more you wanted to shut him up. Also, why on earth did the professors prefer him over you? You were twice as hard-working and much nicer...to those who deserved it, anyways.
"Fine, whatever," Seungmin lifted his arms in frustration. "Meet you tomorrow after class at Starbucks."
"What?" you blinked in shock.
"To work on the project, dumbass," Seungmin grinned.
"Don't call me that."
"Did you think I was asking you out?" he teased. "In your dreams."
"Everything about you is a nightmare," you groaned.
"Don't be late, darling," Seungmin warned. "Unless you want to fall behind on this course."
You were indeed in danger of falling. But not in an academic sense.
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The following day was way better. You got to class on time and you were feeling more energized. Of course, it wasn't entirely helpful that you had to listen to your favourite professor Mr. Kim constantly praise Seungmin for his incredible work on the recent assignment and his outstaning class participation. You were sick of it. You were giving your best and no one cared.
"You should cut down on coffee," Seungmin commented after seeing you get what appeared to be the third cup for the day at Starbucks.
"You should keep your nose out of it," you replied, while purposefully maintaining eye contact while sipping your drink. This was so unlike you. During your first meeting with Seungmin, you'd been so nervous and awkward. Now that he was your academic rival, you were behaving like a totally different person. You didn't know why.
"I'm just worried about you," he shrugged.
"Why?" you were surprised by his sincerity.
"Because if you get sick, who'll help me finish this group project?" Seungmin joked.
"As if you need my help," you bit on your tongue a second too late. The words were already out.
"So, this is what it's about."
You didn't want to give him the satisfaction but he had already gotten close enough to the truth.
"Yes. I'm exhausted of busting my ass for nothing. The professors always prefer you. I'm sick of it, alright? I just want someone to tell me I'm doing a good job for once! All of my efforts go unnoticed."
"They don't go unnoticed."
"Yeah? Name one person who-"
"I notice."
You didn't know how to react. On the one hand, you were touched by his words. But on the other hand, you were still too frustrated to let him win.
"Yeah, well, you're not Mr. Kim," you blurted out.
"I could be whatever you wish to call me," Seungmin responded with a wink.
"Ew, gross," you grimaced. "Let's work on the project."
But the stupid tall boy seemed to have another idea.
"I notice," he repeated gently. "The way you bite your lips when you're really focused on something. The way you always have an extra pen or two in case someone in our class would need it. The way your notes are so tidy and how you highlight the important stuff. The way the left side of your kanken backpack is slightly torn but you don't want to throw it away because it's served you well for so long. The way you carry a little golden retriever keychain, hanging onto the belt loop of your jeans. The way your eyes light up when you are passionate about the topic you're speaking of. The way your smile is brighter than the stars and your pupils sparkle, made up of constellations. The way you don't want me to stop talking to you even if you pretend to dislike it. Trust me, I notice."
You gulped on nothing, unable to form a coherent sentence. This was the most beautiful thing anyone's ever said to you. And no words you could come up with appeared to be an adequate response.
"W-why are you telling me all this?" you sniffled. You hoped he didn't catch that.
"Because you deserve to hear it," Seungmin said laconically. Simple as that. "Okay, time to get started on this project."
You didn't press him further. But you were afraid by the time you were done with this project, sleep wouldn't be the only thing you'd lose.
"He's so annoying!" you exclaimed to your friend Daisy as you two were browsing through the shelves at the university library.
"If he annoys you so much, why don't you just ignore him?" Daisy pointed out.
"I can't. We have this project..."
"We're here now, it should be a welcome distraction. For someone you claim to dislike so much, you sure talk about him an awful lot."
You avoided her eyes, neither denying it nor confirming it.
"Oh my God. You like him!"
"He is the bane of my existence. The darkness himself. The worst thing about university."
"He's a human-sized puppy," Daisy chuckled, nudging your shoulder. "Admit it."
"Never," you were adamant.
"You'll eat your words one of these days."
"The only things I'll be eating are chicken nuggets."
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Despite your initial reservations, the more time you spent around Seungmin, working on this project, the more you realized how nice he was, how easy it was to talk to him about anything, really, not just discussing your academic work. You had a gradual change of heart but something else changed, as well. You noticed that more and more of the professors started acknowledging your hard work and praising you for it. At first, you took it for granted and just thought maybe your valiant efforts were finally starting to pay off. But when Mr. Kim (who never complimented anyone besides Seungmin) said you did a good job on your most recent assignment, you just felt something was wrong. Not that you weren't enjoying the attention, you totally were. But it was so sudden it appeared suspicious. After your class, you were supposed to meet Seungmin to work on the final elements of the project.
"Did you ask the professors to praise me every once in a while?" you confronted him instead of greeting him.
"Noo," Seungmin replied but he avoided your glare. He was a terrible liar.
"Just tell me the truth!" you groaned, exasperated by everything associated with Kim Seungmin.
"I thought it'd make you happy," he attempted to justify your actions. "I thought you'd no longer see me as a threat if-"
"Seungmin!" you exclaimed angrily. "I want them to praise me because I'm actually doing a good job, not because you bribed them into it!"
"I didn't bribe them!" Seungmin responded. "Just told them I think it's unfair they only pay attention to me when you're studying just as hard. I'm sorry, I know it was morally wrong to do that but...I didn't think you'd figure it out so quickly."
"That's right. For all your high grades, you never think, do you?" you sighed.
"I'm an F, of course I don't think," Seungmin tried to alleviate the tension at the café.
"Not the right time for jokes, Kim," you hissed at him.
"Look, I'm really sorry. How can I make it up to you? I can buy you coffee for the rest of the academic year or bring you homemade brownies that my roommate Felix keeps making."
"As tempting as these offers sound, I don't want you to exploit your poor roommate. Besides, I have something else in mind."
"Anything!" Seungmin promised immediately.
"I hate speaking in front of an audience. I know we worked on it together but...I would realy appreciate it if you presented."
"Done, done, I'm on it!" he agreed rightaway. "I promise I won't let you down."
"Thanks," you nodded, feeling a little better. You had been so nervous about next week but knowing Seungmin would present was such a relief. Wait, why were you thanking him? He owed you one for the stunt he'd pulled. "I mean, cool."
"Right," Seungmin chuckled. "So, let's finish this thing."
"Can't wait," you lied. You had to admit to yourself, you would miss talking to Seungmin so often. Accidentally brushing your hand against his pretty long fingers while writing, seeing his stunning smile, listening to his velvety voice, smelling his captivating perfume...He smelled like autumn and midnight rain, like the fur of a baby golden retriever after hopping in puddles for too long. His smiles were sunshine-personified and filled with so much warmth you felt you would burn if you got too close. His voice was like the most bittersweet melody you'd ever heard. His fingers were delicate, like an anguished writer's or a lonesome piano player. Wait, what was wrong with you? Since when had you remembered each detail about him? You were grateful Seungmin couldn't read minds or else this would have been very embarrassing.
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The next week arrived sooner than expected. As did the day of the presentation. You were quite relaxed before the class since Seungmin had promised he'd talk but you'd still decided to go through the main points and conclusions you'd drawn while preparing the project. Later, you would be grateful to yourself for doing so. The class began and Seungmin was nowhere to be seen. You messaged him a couple of times but there was no response. Luckily, the other groups would present first so you were still hopeful Seungmin would show up, albeit rather late. You were starting to panic when your turn arrived. Still no Seungmin.
"Y/N, the floor is yours," the professor said.
"Seungmin was supposed to present," you mumbled anxiously.
"That's not an excuse. Either do it yourself or you'll both get failed for this course," the professor said.
You had no choice but to go through with it. Your hands were shaking and you felt your heart thumping loudly in your chest. You tried to ease your breathing and focus to the best of your abilities. You felt as if the entire world was on the verge of collapsing on top of you. Everything was too much. You somehow managed to convey the most important ideas you'd developed in the project. You went through the presentation slides and explained some of the information on there.
At the end of the presentation, the professor seemed pleased enough by your performance to give you the highest grade possible and grant you with a reassuring smile. But you felt no satisfaction. You knew you had forgotten some of the facts in the project. But that wasn't what troubled you the most. Seungmin had let you down. He'd promised he would do this one thing you asked him to. And he hadn't even bothered to show up. You felt deeply disappointed. You knew you shouldn't have gotten your hopes up. But it still hurt. You needed to talk to someone. As soon as class ended, you messaged your friend on your way home.
You: I'm so upset
Daisy: What happened? Who do I have to kill?
You: Seungmin 🔪
Daisy: My boyfriend won't be very happy about that but anything for my favourite bee 💜
You: I knew I could count on you but actually I'm not texting to discuss murder plans. Can you ask Minho to send me Seungmin's location?
Daisy: Uh oh, you want to kill the giant puppy yourself?
You: I'm just gonna talk to him ��
Daisy: Why is the smiley face more concerning? But dw, I'll ask Minho
Five minutes later, you received a text from Daisy's boyfriend with Seungmin's coordinates.
Minho: Try not to kill my ex 🙄
You: WAIT SEUNGMIN IS YOUR EX?!?!
Minho: Why are you so surprised? Didn't Daisy tell you?
You: She probably thought it wasn't her secret do divulge...
As much as you were shocked, you knew your friend always had your best interest at heart so you couldn't exactly blame her.
Minho: It wasn't exactly a secret, I thought you knew. I mean, it wasn't a bad break-up so I didn't even bother deleting our old photos.
You: Sorry, I don't have the habit of stalking your social media
Minho: Your loss. My posts are outstanding. And my followership is huge.
You: So is your ego 🙂
Minho: Ouch 💔 I give you my ex's address for whatever reason you need it and this is all the thanks I get?
You: Thanks. Bye!
You closed the chat with Minho and walked towards Seungmin's home. It was nearby and you couldn't wait until you got there so that you could kick his ass for leaving you to present all by yourself.
Once you'd arrived at the door, you knocked angrily. You were greeted by a golden-haired boy with freckles whom you'd never seen before. You put two and two together.
"You must be Felix," you smiled. "I'm Seungmin's partner for this project at our university."
"Yeah, um, hi," Felix replied.
"I'm here to see Seungmin. Is he inside?"
"He is but now is not a good time."
"Not a good time? That asshole promised he would present our project and he didn't even-"
"He's really sick," Felix explained. "Like, high fever, excessive coughing, runny nose level of sick."
"Did he make you cover for him?" you were distrustful.
"No!" Felix was shocked. "If you don't believe me, you're free to walk inside and see for yourself."
You didn't wait to be asked twice as you made yourself at home. Felix showed you the way to Seungmin's room. When you saw him lying on his bed, curled up in fetal position, used tissues lying on the floor, his hair glistening with sweat, all your anger dissipated into thin air. You immediately felt bad for assuming the worst of him, when the reality was he had been struggling, as well. Just in a different way. You debated leaving because you thought he was asleep, but apparently, you'd been mistaken.
"You can stay if you want," Seungmin mumbled weakly.
"Seungmin, I'm so-"
"I'm sorry I couldn't present," he beat you to it. You had meant to apologize for showing up uninvited but Seungmin, as usual, was one step ahead of you.
"It's okay," you whispered.
"Did the presentation go well?" Seungmin wanted to know.
"You look like shit and you're worried about the presentation?" you were in disbelief.
"Thanks," Seungmin chuckled humourlessly.
"I didn't mean it like that. Can I get you something? I've heard soup or fruits help."
"I appreciate it but Felix already gave me those. You should go if you don't want to catch anything."
"A few moments ago you told me to stay," you were confused by all the mixed signals. Did Seungmin want you gone or not?
"I mean...it's really nice that you're here but I wouldn't wish such a bad flu on my worst enemy."
"Am I your worst enemy, then?" you teased.
"Not even close," Seungmin shook his head.
"I used to think you were mine," you confessed reluctantly.
"And now?"
"Now I'm not so sure anymore," you were tearing up. You didn't even know why. When had Seungmin started to mean so much for you?
"I'm the one down with the flu and yet you're the one who seems to need comforting more," Seungmin observed.
"I don't," you denied the truth. "I'm strong enough to handle everything myself."
"That's the thing. You don't need to. Everything you've been keeping...you can let it out. I'm right here."
You didn't realize what got into you as you rushed into his arms without thinking, burying your head into his chest. Once the tears started falling, there was no way to stop them.
"I'm so exhausted, Seungmin. Of always trying to be perfect. Of always doing my best and my best never being good enough to satisfy everyone. I'm so sick of it. I just want to exist comfortably as a human being without having to constantly prove myself. Is this too much to ask for?"
"It's not, darling," Seungmin held you tightly. "And you're wrong. You are more than enough. You don't have to be perfect, it's okay if you mess up every once in a while. And if anyone tells you otherwise, they're a fool. I'm so proud of you, alright? I'm sure you did an amazing job on the presentation and though I feel guilty for not being there for you, I am now. And will continue to be for as long as you'll have me."
"I told you not to call me darling," you said seriously but you weren't even angry. You'd needed to hear this so much. You hadn't even known how badly.
"Yeah, well, try to stop me, darling," Seungmin chuckled and kissed your forehead quickly, taking you by surprise.
"You're such an ass," you groaned but your words carried no venom. However, you couldn't wipe your grin off your face. You'd come here to yell at Seungmin and you'd ended up feeling like he understood you better than anyone. So much for him being the bane of your existence. Daisy would never let you hear the end of it once she found out. "Speaking of asses, why didn't you tell me Minho was your ex?"
"Didn't think it was relevant to our project," Seungmin shrugged.
"It's not but considering he's currently dating my friend Daisy, I think I ought to know more. Why did you two break up anyway?"
"We wanted different things. Our separation was amiable and by mutual consent."
"You make it sound like it was a divorce," you couldn't help but laugh. "Can't you be a little more specific?"
"It's...a sensitive topic."
"Come on, I had a whole breakdown in front of you. I think we're past that."
Seungmin sighed reluctantly but started talking anyway.
"As you've probably figured out already, Minho and Daisy are very...sexual beings. Not that it's a bad thing! It's just...not my thing."
"Oh," you knew exactly what Seungmin meant.
"Like...when I see a person that appears interesting, my wish is to get to know them on an emotional and intellectual level. Minho can't go one day without touching butts, which...good for him, I guess, but I never saw the appeal of it. I think him and Daisy work together so much better than I ever did with him. I'm just wired differently. I don't know if this makes sense..."
"It makes perfect sense!" you exclaimed. "This will probably sound weird but when I met you in the summer, I felt like you were similar to me in that regard, like you can "get" me. But then, you left so abruptly and I figured it was all in my imagination."
"I left because I thought I was making you feel uncomfortable!" Seungmin admitted.
"You weren't! I mean...I'm always awkward like that, in case you haven't noticed."
"Now I know (insert Doyoung meme). And it wasn't."
"Wasn't what?"
"Wasn't just your imagination. I also felt that way when you said that thing about the yearning and the loneliness. You have no idea how happy I was when I saw you in my class. And how sad I was when you were ignoring me."
"I thought you didn't even remember me," you laughed.
"You're pretty difficult to forget," Seungmin replied but your conversation was cut short by a strong coughing fit coming from him.
"Right, I should probably leave you to...um, recover. Sorry for outstaying my welcome or whatever," you mumbled nervously.
"You're always welcome," Seungmin but his usually velvety voice was now too quiet to hear.
"Still, I'll get going. I hope you feel better soon."
He grabbed your wrist before you could get up from the bed.
"We'll resume this conversation once I'm back to university, yes?"
"Yeah, of course," you agreed rightaway, even though you weren't sure what more there was to say. All you knew was that you didn't want to stop talking to Seungmin. Even with the project over, Seungmin's presence in your life had become a constant you couldn't imagine losing.
The next day you received a message from him while you were in class.
Seungmin: I miss you 🥺
You weren't ready to admit that to him yet but you missed him, too. Instead, you changed the subject.
You: Do you fell better?
Seungmin: Not really but I'm sure talking to you will help
You: As much as I'd like to help, I still have to take notes
Seungmin: Nerd. You're just like me frr
That made you chuckle but then you remembered where you were and pressed your hand against your mouth.
You: I can send you photos of my notes if you want. Ttyl
Seungmin: Much appreciated. The offer for me buying you coffee still stands
You didn't see his message until after your classes ended but you decided to tease him, albeit with a delay.
You: Are you asking me out?
Seungmin: Maybe I am (insert Levi quote)
You: I don't do romance
Seungmin: Who said anything about romance?
You: I'm super confused right now
Seungmin: I'll try to explain when we meet up in person
You sighed, because you couldn't wait until Seungmin was back. Stupid flu. And yet, if it wasn't for it, maybe you wouldn't have been bold enough to show up at his place. Maybe both of you wouldn't have been in the right mindset to share the things you did with each other. Or maybe you would. But in a different context. You didn't believe in fate but the way you met him in the summer and then been put to work together on the same project at university seemed like a strange string of coincidences.
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Three days later, Seungmin finally returned, healthy enough to function properly. You sneaked glances at him during class, nervously anticipating your next conversation, which was bound to happen after the lecture ended. Usually, all your braincells focused on the topic the professor taught, but now your mind was racing through the possible outcomes of what Seungmin might say. Before you knew it, the class was over and you could see Seungmin coming your way. He was so tall and his hair was so dark. Just how you liked your coffee. You mentally reprimanded yourself for being lame and tried to gather your bearings.
"Hi," he greeted you simply.
"Hi," you replied. Gosh, why was this so awkward? As if you were meeting all over again.
"We should talk."
You didn't like how that sounded. So serious. And here, you thought you'd been making progress. You blinked in concern and followed him outside. You thought you would grab coffee but Seungmin surprised you by leading the way to some unfamiliar direction.
"Where are we going?" you asked.
"There's this cute pâtisserie nearby. You like sweet things, right?"
"You've noticed!" you were touched by how observant Seungmin was when it came to you.
"I told you I notice," he repeated his words from one of your earlier conversations.
When you arrived at the place, you ordered a brownie and a macaron, while Seungmin wanted a croffle. Once you two were seated at a table, you were a bundle of nerves. It was only a matter of time before Seungin brought up the fact that you had unfinished business.
"Don't freak out."
"I won't."
"I think you're my platonic soulmate," Seungmin blurted out.
You didn't know what to say. In all sincerity, you've had similar observations, as well. You just hadn't been sure whether it'd be appropriate to address them. From your first encounter with Seungmin, you'd felt an immediate connection. And the more you got to know him, the more you had become certain that he understood you better than anyone. You didn't have to pretend to be someone you weren't. You could just...be.
"I think you are mine, too," you admitted.
Seungmin's smile immediately lit up the room. Sunshine. You could tell he'd been worried to bring this up.
"So...partners?"
"What is this, a cowboy movie?" you joked.
"Do you have to argue with me about everything?" Seungmin groaned.
"Howdy, partner," you kept messing with him.
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It was a rainy autumn night. Your soulmate Seungmin had dragged you to a rooftop against your will. The two of you were lying next to each other, stargazing and cuddled up under the warm blanket. Only you hadn't expected to enjoy the experience so much. When it rained, you liked to be alone. But so did Seungmin. Maybe you could be alone together. The dark sky contrasted with the bright stars felt oddly comforting. Like a hug from a golden retriever. Like the sun's rays on a particularly cold day. Like the sound of a heartfelt symphony.
"This is nice," you murmured reluctantly.
"Told you you'd like it," Seungmin responded confidently.
"Do you always have to be right?"
"Would you prefer if I was left?" he teased.
"Asshole," you rolled your eyes affectionately.
"Darling," Seungmin flicked your nose playfully.
Brief silence reigned between the two of you. But even silence was comfortable with him.
"What do you see me as?" Seungmin asked seriously.
"I once saw you as my soulmate in this life," you purposefully used the past tense. Banter with him was your favourite pastime.
"I still am," he replied sincerely, taking you by surprise.
You smiled fondly.
"Oh, look, it's a shooting star!" you exclaimed. "We should make a wish."
Seungmin gripped you tighter without saying anything. But he didn't have to. You weren't going anywhere.
"What did you wish for?" you wanted to know once the star had finished its fall.
"If I tell you, it won't come true," Seungmin explained.
"Oh, come on. You can tell me anything."
"Everything I wish for is right here."
For once, you decided not to argue.
He was sunshine,
I was midnight rain
He wanted it comfortable,
I wanted that pain
He stayed the same,
All of me changed like midnight
The End
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