#seokmin fic

[wongyuseokie]

Stitches | l.sm

Summary: Seokmin is nothing if not the perfect boyfriend, so he decided to manscape a little to spice things up. Unfortunately, he wasn’t paying enough attention, and he’s been stitched up for a week. He’s determined not to let you in on why he’s rejecting your advances, but all it’s doing is making you think he’s not interested. Seokmin sees that you’re upset, but he just doesn’t know how to tell his girlfriend that he accidentally cut his penis and now has stitches in it. 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ implied smut |  ☁︎ mild angst | ♥ completed works 

Word Count: 1486 words 

Pairings: Lee Seokmin x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: fluff, mild angst (but it's me so idk how long it’ll stay mild), new relationship au!

Content Warnings: mentions of razors, stitches and blood (nothing graphic). Mentions of food.  

Smut Warnings: none, but just implied smut

Authors Note 1: thank you to my lovely seoksluts @the-boy-meets-evil @wooahaeproductions @highvern and @kwanisms for encouraging this <3  Taglist: @aaniag and @dkluvrsclub and @thegirlwhoimagined @ressonancee and @tomodachiii @bitchlessdino @onlyseokmins @gyuminusone because why not <3

“So, you’re telling me you have a cut on your dick?” Mingyu repeated as he wiped away the tears from his eyes. He had been laughing at Seokmin ever since he confided in Mingyu. 

“Shut up, I was right. I should have gone to Jeonghan hyung,” Seokmin whined, and Mingyu laughed more at his comment. 

“No, he’d probably upload your bleeding penis to the group chat,” Mingyu teased, making Seokmin throw a towel at Mingyu’s head. 

“Can you help?” Seokmin pleaded. 

“I think that Y/N would prefer to help you when it concerns your penis,” Mingyu joked, making Seokmin reach for the hairbrush on the bathroom counter to throw at Mingyu’s head. 

“Okay, calm down. I’ll take you to the doctor, and after that, we’re going to discuss why you think throwing things in an argument is a solution,” Mingyu offered, earning a glare from Seokmin. 

“Stop whining, it could be worse. You could, I don’t know, have severed your entire dick off. All you did was let a tiny little cut, which after a week will be fine,” Mingyu scolded as Seokmin went on his third meltdown of the day. 

“What do I tell Y/N?” Seokmin wailed; he had been a mess after the doctor told him that he’d stitch up his cut, but he’d have to abstain from any activities that would exacerbate his cut–which included sex. 

“Just tell her the truth?” Mingyu offered, confused, wondering why Seokmin couldn’t be honest with you, his girlfriend. 

“No, she’s going to think I’m an idiot,” Seokmin mumbled. 

“I think she already thinks that, ow!” Mingyu yelped as Seokmin smacked his head. 

“Dude, it’s not that serious. Tell her you wanted to make your penis pretty and accidentally sliced a bit of it,” Mingyu suggested earning a glare from Seokmin. 

“Or you could say that you wanted to attempt an “at-home” circumcision,” Mingyu joked, his suggestion earning another smack from Seokmin. 

“No, I know what I’ll do. I’ll ignore her advances; it’s just for a week, and I’ll make it up with the best sex ever,” Seokmin said determinedly.

“Okay, first ew, second, don’t because you’ll ignore her, and she’ll think something’s wrong with her,” Mingyu warned. 

“No, she won’t. She knows I think she’s perfect,” Seokmin argued. 

“Okay, genius, you do what you think is best. Just try not to slice up your dick again. Besides, you could go to a salon, and they’ll manscape you nicely,” Mingyu teased, making Seokmin whine again and lie back down on the hospital bed. 

“Baby! You’re home!” You exclaimed, running to greet your boyfriend, who held out a hand, stopping you from hugging him. 

“Sorry, I'm sore. I fell during practice,” Seokmin lied, hoping you didn’t catch his tone. He was a terrible liar. 

“Oh baby, should I get you something? Ice? Or maybe I can draw you up a warm bath to soothe your muscles?” You offered, and Seokmin shook his head furiously. 

“No!” Seokmin yelped, confusing you. 

“I’ll be fine. You don’t need to worry,” Seokmin said, calmer, and you just shrugged. 

“Well, I hope you’re not too sore for me to kiss you,” you asked, hopeful. 

“Uh, no, I’m not,” Seokmin grinned. 

You walked towards your boyfriend, and you were about to kiss him when he moved his face away. Your lips landed on his cheek. 

“Seok?” 

“You wanted a kiss, right?” Seokmin asked, grinning, and hoped you wouldn’t question him further. 

“Yeah. I guess,” you mumbled. 

“I’ll go change, and we can cuddle and watch a movie?” Seokmin offered, making you smile. That sounded more like your boyfriend. 

“Sounds good.” 

You both weren’t cuddling as you watched the movie. Seokmin had his hand on your thigh but still kept at least a couple of inches of space between you. You were confused, but you did want to cuddle him, so you reached out your arm. Before you could place it on Seokmin’s thigh, he inched away from you, yelping. 

“What the hell?” You asked. 

“Why are you touching me?” Seokmin asked, exasperated, hating how the words sounded and hating how your face fell after hearing his words. 

“I just wanted to get a bit closer to you,” you mumbled, embarrassed. 

“Well, I’m not always in the mood,” Seokmin said defensively. 

“Well, you’re the one who suggested a movie and cuddles?” You argued. 

“That doesn’t mean we need to be stuck together like glue; sometimes I don’t want you cuddling me,” Seokmin spoke quickly, the words spilling out of his mouth before he could even think. 

“Oh,” you said quietly, looking at your hands. 

“Baby, that's not what I meant,” Seokmin said, trying to backtrack. You looked up at him, shaking your head. 

“No, it’s fine, um. I have some work to finish, so uh, I’ll catch you in a bit?” You said as you got up from the couch and walked off to the bedroom, not giving Seokmin a chance to speak and stop you. 

Later that night, you decided you’d get ready for bed without Seokmin, even though you two liked doing your night routine together. You figured he needed space, so you gave him just that. 

“Baby?” Seokmin called out, and you pretended to be asleep. You felt the bed dip as he lay down next to you. 

“I’m sorry,” Seokmin mumbled as he wrapped his arm around your waist. You placed your hand over his. 

“It’s fine,” you mumbled, turning to face him. This made Seokmin gasp and inch away. 

“What the hell, Seok?” You asked, now annoyed. 

“Baby, it’s just that I need to keep my distance from you right now,” Seokmin admitted, and you glared at him. 

“Fine, keep your distance,” you huffed, grabbing your pillow and heading to the door. 

“Wait, where are you going?” Seokmin asked. 

“The guest room. I don’t know what is wrong with you right now, but you’re not making me feel very wanted, and since you want space, I’ll give you space,” you ranted, walking out of the bedroom and slamming the door behind you. 

Seokmin knew better than to follow you, but he knew he needed to fix this. He grabbed his phone and started texting Mingyu. 

The following morning, you decided to ignore Seokmin until he told you why he was behaving so funny, and while it was incredibly petty of you to do so, you were hurt. 

You emerged from the guest room after you took a shower, and the only thing you could find to wear was one of Seokmin’s shirts since you were determined not to go into your bedroom. You pouted, put his shirt on, stepped outside and made your way to the kitchen. 

“Baby!” Seokmin greeted, and you saw a lavish breakfast spread on the kitchen island. 

“What’s all this?” You asked, gesturing to the food. 

“This is my attempt at apologising for my atrocious behaviour last night,” Seokmin mumbled, looking like a sad puppy. You let out a giggle, sat on one of the high chairs next to the island, and took a strawberry and bit into it. 

“Why are you laughing?” Seokmin asked. 

“I wouldn’t call your behaviour ‘atrocious’ just odd,” you said with a grin and patted the seat next to you. 

“So why were you so skittish?” 

“Don’t laugh, okay?” Seokmin pleaded, and you nodded, allowing him to continue. 

“I wanted to, uh, I guess, groom myself a bit. I think the term is manscaping, and I got distracted and accidentally nicked my penis, and I had to get stitches, and I can’t do anything for a week,” Seokmin explained quickly, and you pressed your lips together to try and not laugh. 

“Hey, you said you wouldn’t laugh,” Seokmin whined, and you giggled and placed your arms around his neck. 

“Oh, my sweet baby, why did you think you needed trimming?” You asked, placing a kiss on his cheek and making him smile. 

“I don’t know to make my penis more appealing.” 

You let out a laugh pulled away, and placed your hands on Seokmin’s pouty face. 

“Baby, I think you have the prettiest dick in the entire world. I’ll yell it from the rooftops if I need to,” you comforted him, making him smile at you. 

“You’d yell it?” Seokmin asked. 

“Yes, baby, I understand, and I respect that. You can always be honest with me. I’ll never judge that,” you explained further, and Seokmin pouted as he nodded. 

“I’m sorry about last night,” Seokmin apologised. 

“It’s okay. Can you at least give me a proper kiss?” You asked, and Seokmin nodded. He leaned forward and captured your lips in the softest kiss ever. 

“Mm, 100 more of those today, and you’re forgiven,” you offered. 

“Done!” 

“Uh, babe, what would you yell about my dick?” Seokmin asked as he walked away to fix you a plate. 

“Oh, simple, I'd say that Seokmin has a very nice DK.” 

#seventeen fic #seokmin fic #dokyeom fic #svthub #kvanity #stitches: l.s.m

[deekaye]

As DK guides you to a secluded spot, the warmth of the day seems to amplify the love between you. His hand in yours feels comforting, a silent reassurance of the bond you share. The camera he carries isn't just a tool to capture images; it's a vessel for preserving the moments that define your journey together.

"Happy birthday," you whisper, your words carrying a weight of affection as you gaze into his eyes, your smile a reflection of the happiness he brings.

His response is a soft smile, followed by a tender kiss on your forehead. The gesture is simple yet profound, a testament to the depth of your connection.

"Thank you," he murmurs, his voice filled with gratitude.

But you can't let his gratitude go unchallenged. "No, thank you," you insist, your voice trembling slightly with emotion. "Thank you for simply existing, for being the source of so much joy in my life. You're not just my partner; you're my sunshine on the darkest days, my beacon of hope in a world full of uncertainty."

As you speak, you feel the weight of your words, the sincerity behind them resonating in the air around you.

"I promise to protect you," you continue, your voice steady despite the swell of emotion threatening to overwhelm you. "To be there for you, to support you in every way I can. Because you deserve nothing less than all the love and happiness in the world."

And as you stand there, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the warmth of his embrace, you know that this moment will be etched in your memory forever.

#seventeen au #seventeen imagines #seokmin fluff #lee seokmin #seokmin fic #dokyeom #seokmin x reader #svt imagines #seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #short story #seokmin smau

[onlyhaos]

⋆ - Valentine’s Morning

Your sweet boyfriend proving you right, that he’s the love of your life, once again.

PAIRING ➺ Lee Seokmin x afab!reader

GENRES ➺ FLUFF

WARNINGS ➺ tooth rotting fluff

WORDCOUNT ➺ 861

“BABY?”

Seokmin’s voice gently whispered you out of your cozy sleep. You slowly opened your eyes, only to meet your boyfriend’s gaze already focused on you with a loving smile.

Your mouth formed into a little smile, just like his. You hummed, acknowledging his word as calling out to you.

Making him sit down on your side of the bed once again, and caressing your hair, feeling you laying your head on his thigh with your eyes already closed for the second time.

He kissed your forehead softly, caressing your cheek as you bathed in his love and the comfort of your warm bedsheets.

“Do you want to get up or still lie down a bit?” Seokmin whispered, not wanting to be too loud and interrupting the peace you both were at.

Only to see you shaking your head gently, still laying on his thigh like it was your pillow. “Can we cuddle before I get up?” You mumbled.

But your boyfriend could understand every single thing that you said, even if it was the most quietest, most mumbled, sentence in the world. He’d understand it without a single problem.

So he did, he climbed back into bed, and gently spooned you into his chest. Giving your forehead a small kiss for the second time this morning.

You both laid there for some minutes, until he broke the comfortable, and sleepy making, silence once again with a whisper. Asking you, if you knew, what day it was today.

“Of course, it’s Saturday morning. The day we have to us only, and only us, my love.” You replied, a smile sneaking onto your lips as you snuggled yourself more into your boyfriend.

He only laughed gently, shaking his head slightly, which you could feel due to his chin resting on the top of your head. “It’s Valentine’s day, baby, that means we can’t stay in bed too long.”

You opened your eyes and looked at him, still looking exhausted from work yesterday. You gasped quietly, a yawn escaping from you as you were too abrupt with your small gasp.

“Come on, get up, I made breakfast.” He said, getting up from bed. He only felt your hand trying to grab after him, since he felt the small wave of air against his pajama shirt’s back.

You then also, with a small complaining huff, slipped out of bed. Quickly smiling as you followed your boyfriend to the balcony. Only to see your favorite coffee and heart shaped strawberry pancakes on the table.

Grinning at your boyfriend you went over to him and hugged him tightly, and when you broke the hug your eyes widened.

His immediately widened in shock too, asking if something was wrong. Until you rushed back inside, telling him to stay on the balcony. Slightly louder than you intended to, but before he could complain he saw you.

You. With a bouquet of beautiful flowers. It was the prettiest sight he’d ever seen. And the most perfect one to be exact.

His face turned into a whining one with frowned eyebrows, but not in a negative way. It was in the most loving and appreciating way, possible.

“That’s for my beautiful boyfriend, Seokmin.” You said proudly, getting slightly up on your tippy toes to kiss him. And oh lord, he was so ready for that kiss.

He would’ve cried out of happiness, but then he remembered he also had something. So he quickly kissed you too and rushed inside like you did.

You felt so impatient, since you were curious about what Seokmin had for you. Though you reminded yourself that he waited too, so you sat down and admired the beautiful and well made food. This alone would’ve been enough for you, since you knew it came from him.

A shining Seokmin came back to the balcony, but.. nothing was in his hands? Wait- no, his hands were behind his back.

“Baby, what do you have there?” You said, as you sat on the balcony chair.

After you asked, he pulled out a lego rose and two necklaces. Sitting down in the chair, opposite from you before he began speaking.

“This lego rose is for you, so you’ll have a flower that’ll never get bad or loose rose petals,” He exclaimed excitedly, but still oh so calm.

“..and these are two necklaces— as you can see. One’s for you, see, it’s a little S! And mine’s, of course, your initial.” He chirped, practically beaming.

You stood up from your seat and hugged him in his seat again, so touched that you teared up a bit.

He was your everything, and you were his.

The ones that were like two puzzle pieces everyone knew that they’d be fitting together perfectly.

The sun, and the sunflower. One being guided through shadow by the other. Every, single, time.

“I love you, Y/n.” Seokmin smiled, chuckling about your lovely crying, and kissing your tears away.

“I love you too, Seok.” You lightly cried. Appreciating that this man, is the love of your life.

The ones, that couldn’t live and wouldn’t want to without each other.

That was the definition of you and Seokmin.

[a/n] Sooo this is my first ever story that I posted on tumblr, if you read this far, I hope that you liked it! I’m very opened to criticism, so feel free to tell me what you think about it. Happy Valentines day everyone, I love you. 🫶🏼

I‘m also posting this on February 14th, since the 18th of February is his birthday and his birthday will be in 4 days too. (The next fic will probably be a Vernon fic becauseee they share a bday)☺️☺️

I also listened to Laufey the WHOLE time as I wrote this fic, 10/10 would recommend. 🥹

If anyone wants to be added to my taglist, just text me and I’ll add you. And if you liked it, you could reblog it too. If you feel like it. 💞

#seokmin #lee seokmin #seokmin x reader #seokmin fluff #seokmin fic #seokmin scenarios #seokmin imagines #seventeen #seventeen seokmin #seokmin x you #valentines day #seventeen fluff #fluff #svt fluff #dokyeom #dokyeom fluff #i love him sm #it’s crazy

[17caratrecs]

dokyeom * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

mission: return jacket! by @mingkist

୨୧ smau

sunshine and sunflowers by @shuastruck

୨୧ smau (30 parts)

headcanons by @vernoniekiss

୨୧ ...

#svt fic #svt recs #dokyeom fic #dk fic #seokmin fic

[multifics99]

Fic concept

Seokmin is the crowned prince and you’re the daughter of the palace cooks. You and the prince had been friends since childhood, he’d sneak away from his lessons to the cabin your family lived in on palace property. One day when you two are a little older you realize you might have a crush on the prince, but little do you know he has one on you too. Of course neither of you mention this and continue on as normal. Eventually though as Seokmin gets older he has to attend to his duties more seriously and he gradually comes to see you less and less until it is not at all. You only see him when you are waiting on him and his friends of higher stature in the palace. One day something tragic happens and you and your father must leave the palace and open a bakery in the village. You don’t see Seokmin for years until one day he’s crowned as King, and he invites you and your father to come back and work in the kitchens. Does he have ulterior motives? How have you both changed since you left? And why is his advisor Joshua looking at you in that way?

This is the concept for a fic I have in progress right now, I will update as I come close to finishing it.

:)))

#lee seokmin #seokmin fic #dokyeom #dokyeom fic #svt fic #Seokmin prince au #prince au #royalty au #svt au #dokyeom au #dokyeom fluff #dokyeom angst #joshua fic #Joshua au #joshua angst #joshua fluff #joshua hong

[gguksgalaxy]

2:18am | Seokmin/Dokyeom 1k

Fluff, I bias wrecked myself with this one, Requested by anonymous

Me @ Me in a bagels and beans at 9am : writing DK with my favourite thing in the world is going to be fine, this is a good idea...oops

“Wake up.” The words reach you only faintly while you’re sleeping, almost as if it is a part of your dream. Once your boyfriend actually grabs you by the shoulders and shakes you awake, you realise it’s him. 

You groan, rolling over and away to the other side of the bed. “What time is it?”

He bounces on the bed, pulling you by the arm. “Doesn’t matter, wake up, come on.” 

“Why?” you whine, opening your eyes. It’s the middle of the fucking night. “Seokmin, what the fuck.” 

“Don’t you remember,” he grins, too wide for someone awake at 2am. “You always told me, I could wake you up for one thing and one thing only.” 

Normally you would probably remember what he’s referring to, but with your mind still hazy with the sleep you had been craving, it’s slipped away from you. “Seok, explain yourself or I’m going back to sleep.” 

“You can’t,” he states. Hands grabbing your face, he kisses the tip of your nose. “It’s snowing.” 

Now that has you awake. You sit up, eyes wide as you gaze outside the window. Sure enough, everything is white. It must’ve been snowing a while already. It’s so beautiful. 

Your boyfriend wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him. “Come on, let’s go outside. If we sleep it might be gone when we wake up.” 

He makes true on a deal you had made months ago in the early stages of dating. One time he’d woken you up in the middle of the night, to tell you something. At that moment you had somewhat angrily explained that the only reason he was able to wake you up between 1am and 6am was emergencies, and if it was snowing. There were few things that gave you an instant serotonin boost the way that seeing the world covered in snow did.

One of those few things is definitely him. 

As he pulls you outside, dressed in warm clothes over your sleepwear, you smile as widely as him. He’s gorgeous, even in the dim lighting of your street. The way the light casts off his face, showing off the strong shape of his cheekbones, the slope of his nose. He’s strong, broad and toned beneath those oversized sweater he wears. Yet his eyes, all they show is sweet adoration as he takes you into his arms. 

“I love this sound,” you whisper. “The way the fresh snow crunches beneath our feet. There’s something magical about it.”

He hums, kissing the top of your head. Large hands sneak into your coat, finding the warmth of your waist. “I’ve never paid attention to it. But it does sound nice.” Sleep still edges into his voice, eyes droopy. 

You take his hand, treading along the street while he follows. When you look back, you don’t think there is a more beautiful sight. Your boyfriend, Seokmin—the goof from your 9am statistics class that you’d almost cursed out twice in the same day because he wouldn’t stop talking to his friend during class—holding your hand as snow descends onto him. It covers the beanie he’d pulled over his ears, sticks to his eyelashes, melts when it hits his flushed skin. This, the way he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world, is magic. 

“You’re supposed to be staring at the snow,” he chuckles, “not me.” 

The laugh you let out might’ve been a bit too loud for the late night, your neighbours might be awoken. “Fine, I’ll look away.” You turn, letting go of his hand. The night is still young, moon barely showing through the thick layer of clouds from which the snow is fluttering down. With the snow, everything seems brighter though, like it’s luminescent. Or maybe you’re just so in love with this moment. You’ll remember it forever. 

A quite harsh thud to your back pulls you out of it. “What the—“ you turn, finding Seokmin wiping snow from his hands, hissing at the cold. Did he just? “You did not!” you squeal. 

“What?” he says, sheepish grin, red fingers at his lips to warm them. “I didn’t do anything. I would never.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Fine.” He braces himself the second you kneel down to scoop up your own hand of snow. In your hurry to catch him before he runs, you throw it unpacked, flurry of white cascading down between the two of you. He yells, way too loud. You don’t care. 

Damn Seokmin and being fast. You try to catch him, his feet slipping and he has to pause. It give you just enough time to reach him. Fingers catching around the hood of his coat, you pull him back and press the now freezing palm of your hand into the side of his neck. 

“No!” he squeals, “no, please no! Mercy!” His voice spills out of him, volume way out of control. It’s something you’ve always loved. How boisterous and bright he is. But at now three at night you attempt to shush him, palm clasping over his mouth. 

He wrestles you, grabbing you as your feet slip and hoisting your body toward his front, hugging you from behind with one arm. The other arm swipes snow off a nearby car and dusts it into the collar of your shirt. 

“Seokmin!” you gasp, wriggling against him. “Stop! We’re going to wake all of our neighbours!” 

“Don’t care,” he beams, cold tip of his nose pressing against your cheek. “I’m having the time of my life with the love of my life. What are they going to do, report us to the police? On what grounds?”

“Noise complaints!” you counter. His words hit you a second later, when he turns you around and cups your face with his ice cold hands. “Did you just—“

“I did,” he whispers, voice lower, only for you to hear. “And I meant it.” 

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#Dokyeom fic #seokmin fic #dk fic #seventeen fic #seventeen fluff #dk fluff #dokyeom fluff #seokmin fluff #mywriting #seventeen drabble #dokyeom drabble #dk drabble #seokmin drabble

[heartkyeom]

honey jar

lee seokmin x gn!reader

word count: 5.6k

tag list: @maijunejuly @graykageyama @svthub @junkissed

warnings: mentions of violence, strangers to lovers

a/n: my svthub halloween fic is finally done!! thank you to june for beta reading part of this and to my fellow svthub members for being so supportive of this idea even though I kept it very close to my chest lol. it turned out a bit differently than I expected, but I truly hope you enjoy it! happy halloween! 💗

Seokmin has a nasty habit of being obsessive. It doesn’t pop up often, but when it does, his fixation can be quite hard to let go of.

It’s not his fault that you’re incredibly fascinating. Seokmin is a faithful patron of the local witchcraft shop where you work, he didn’t even need to go to the store as often as he does, but there’s just something about you.

As a witch, he could easily source his supplies for potions and spells from much less conspicuous places, but he’s grown accustomed to the way you pack each of his items carefully, whether it be a few crystals or heavy equipment. 

Soonyoung and Seungkwan always warned him to be wary of humans, to know that not everyone would react positively to his powers, but he couldn’t help it.

Even if his flings crashed and burned, he still liked the thought of taking care of someone whether his powers were involved or not.

Thus, he found himself at the witchcraft store for the 3rd time this week, picking up something he definitely did not need, just to see you.

You were never particularly fond of small talk or seemingly anything positive, but he tried to engage with you like always. 

Seokmin carefully set down a pile of crystals on the counter, much to your dismay. The store had been relatively empty since he came in, but he figured you could expect him to be there a few times a week now.

“How’s your day been so far?” He’s beaming.

You offer him a slight scowl before looking at the cashier's tablet to key in his items. You only give a short glance at the crystals before answering. “Uneventful,” you deadpan. 

“Why are you buying all these crystals, you were just here for crystals last week,” You don’t look up at him, instead shaking your head in disapproval at this lunatic who would likely end up buying out your entire stock of crystals by the end of the week.

“My friend’s birthday is coming up and they’re really into crystals,” He lies and examines his choices once again, nodding in confirmation at what he’s picked out for his hypothetical friend. 

These would just go on another shelf in his bedroom, adding to the massive collection of stones waiting to be used for a specific spell. He decided he could never have enough good energy with him, so maybe the trip wasn’t a complete waste.

You observe him as if you’re contemplating whether to believe his obvious lie. Your shoulders lower with a deep sigh, it seems like you’ve decided to leave things alone today. “Whatever, your total is $16.54.”

He digs through his wallet to give you the exact amount in cash, and despite having a perfectly functioning debit card, he liked indulging in the novelty of cash payments. It was a silly human invention that made him unreasonably happy for some reason, amongst other things.

“Can I have a reusable bag? I like the designs here,” He smiles again at the thought of the reusable bags the store offered. There are a few different designs that he’s admired for a while now, especially since they were made by local artists.

“You’re stealing my script,” You pout, “and shouldn’t you have your own reusable bag by now?” You reach below the counter to grab the tote bag, and to his surprise, it’s his favorite out of the local designs. The picture is quite simple, a watercolor drawing of fairies living within a flower garden. He thought it was sweet and nostalgic, it always made him happy to see it framed on the counter among the other tote bag designs. 

“You’re right, I left it at home,” He admits sheepishly, rubbing the back of his hair easily. He knew his crystals would just be put in a small paper bag, but he figured he could test his luck by asking for something bigger.

“You’re lucky that you spend so much money here,” You still don’t look at him as you put the crystals in the miniature paper bag and push it forward. 

“Or else I would’ve made you pay for this,” You hold out the tote bag for him to take. His eyes go slightly wide, but he catches himself and takes it with a smile.

He blushes. “I appreciate the kindness, thank you.”  

“I think this will be my last visit of the week,” he confirms. 

He really should ease up on coming to see you, whether he wanted to admit it or not. He didn’t necessarily have it in the budget to keep making this many visits to the shop. 

“Great,” You’re still unamused, but he’s still trying to fight the nerves building up in the pit of his stomach. 

“See you around,” He waves and exits the store before he can catch your reaction, he feels too overwhelmed to look back. 

He knew he was being pathetic, but what else could he do? 

The infatuation has already bloomed in his heart, now he had to figure out a way to deal with it.

—

Outside of work, you enjoyed exploring the neighborhood on your walks back home. You didn’t live very far from the shop, so you tried to utilize every moment to find something new to fawn over.

Recently, it’s been the houses in the hidden streets near your apartment. 

Whenever you left to get coffee or get groceries for the week, you didn’t stop yourself from turning down the corner of the road toward the glimpses of suburbia in the bustling city.

Most times, people weren’t outside of their homes, so you could observe the exterior of certain houses thoroughly without judgment.

Sometimes, there were kids playing outside or a couple would be talking on their porch. Things like seasonal decorations, school graduation pickets, and traces of colorful chalk on the pavement reminded you that people lived full vibrant lives in places you would never see. 

It always left you with a hopeful feeling.

Yet, there was one that always left you curious, one that always made you stop to admire it no matter what.

The sage green Victorian-style house stuck out like a sore thumb among the minimalist angular homes that took up a good portion of the block.

The two-story house contained a wrap-around porch, a steeply pitched roof, painted iron railings, and other ornate flourishes that drew your eye to it every time.

This time, you’re so lost in thought while looking at the roof that you barely notice someone walking outside the front door.

You avert your eyes to the sidewalk immediately. “Shit, I’m sorry for staring,” Your response is panic-stricken, and you don’t want to face whatever old person would be waiting to kick you off their lawn.

“It’s okay, you’re fine,” The voice is much younger than you envisioned, but also strangely familiar as well.

You look up to see a slightly tired Seokmin, lingering on the porch to get a better look at you.

He seems just as shocked as you are as if you’re both people that can only exist in one location in your mind. 

He’s also startlingly handsome for 6 pm on a Thursday, he’s only dressed in a plain sweatshirt and sweatpants but it’s enough to drive you slightly insane.

His fluffy black hair is now hidden by a baseball cap, spotlighting his facial features.

His smile is still just as kind as always, if not more when the initial shock of seeing you wears off. “Y/N, hi! Do you live near here?”

“Yeah, I live a few blocks from here,” You point behind you and offer him a small smile.

“Oh wow, you’re close to the store then!”

“Yeah, blessing and a curse,” You nod. “Wait, do you live here?” You bring yourself back to focus to ask him what’s on your mind.

“Oh, yeah, I do,” He replies excitedly. This brings up a flurry of questions in your mind.

“You have roommates, right? I mean there’s no way you live here alone,” You assess him offhandedly but realize your tone. “Shit, that was mean.”

He doesn’t seem offended by your assumption though. 

“It’s true, I definitely can’t afford to be here alone so I have two roommates.”

“That’s nice, at least,” You sigh at the thought of having nice roommates. A few bad encounters in college had sworn you off completely, at least for the time being.

“I work at the branch right near that bright pink thrift shop, so I’m also close to work,” He looks as if he’s given this exact reference too many times, so much so that he waits for your lightbulb moment that eventually comes a few seconds later.

“Yeah, of course! That reminds me, I haven’t renewed my library card,” You grab the side of your tote bag while thinking of your keys, remembering the tiny library card that hung on your keychain.

“You should come to see me at the library! I could do it for you,” He’s almost a little too eager to help you out. Everything about him is eager, his presence is almost puppylike and you’re not sure if you like that or not.

“I can just do it online, right?”

He pouts. “Then you can’t come to see me,” His voice is slightly petulant which makes your heart flutter for some reason. “I’ve seen you a million times, it’s time for you to catch up.”

“This implies that we’re friends, friends visit each other at work.”

“Do you not want to be friends?”

The question is innocent enough, but it stops you in your tracks.

Although his energy is almost sickeningly sweet, he leaves you curious. You’d like to know if he’s always been this way, what makes him nervous, what his roommates are like, and why he always looks so endearing without trying.

If you were being completely honest with yourself, you could benefit from having more friends.

“No, I do,” You let yourself smile just enough so that he’s content again.

His face immediately seems back at ease at your agreement. 

“Okay. Can I get your number so we can plan something?”

You can’t tell if he’s flirting or if he’s really just that excited to see you again, you opt for the latter by the way he keeps trying to hide his smile from you. 

You eventually nod with a closed-mouth smile, and you silently unlock your phone and hand it to him to input his number.

His eyes seem especially curious as he types in his contact information, wide and attentive at your phone. 

“Here you go,” He hands it back with a bright smile and you wonder how he hasn’t run out of energy just from smiling at you.

“I’ll go now, but it was nice to run into you,” You shift awkwardly away from him with a short wave, starting to turn around away from his view.

“You too,” His eyes are almost closed from how brightly he’s smiling. You turn away full before you can fixate on it. You decide to check his contact as you walk in the opposite direction you came from and you notice something.

His name isn’t just Seokmin.

It’s “seokmin!” with an exclamation point as if his sparkly energy is somehow radiating from your phone. It makes you let out air through your nose with a chuckle as you shove your phone back into your jacket pocket.

His energy is quite distinct, that’s for sure.

—

Library shifts were relatively slow, but Seokmin didn’t particularly mind. He was able to complete his work around the building without constant interruption, but he was always happy to help a patron out.

Most patrons were drawn to him anyways, likely from his dazzling smile and charming personality. He could convince anyone to check out at least one book, catering to visitors of any age. 

Yet, today, he was relegated to the circulation desk.

It was his fault for not spreading his tasks out further through the day, but that’s the problem with having powers, it makes you want to use them for everything. 

Who wouldn’t use magic to help you shelve books faster or sort through a pile of returned books?

It was the part of the afternoon when the library was practically abandoned beside a few patrons idly browsing on the computers, and Seokmin could get away with doing whatever he wanted, within reason.

Today, that meant flipping through the massive administrative binders without touching a single page, his fingers scanning the information to type into the computer before turning to the next page with a flick of his hand. 

He typically did this with eyes flitting between the door and the pages of the binder to ensure that no one noticed what he was doing.

His eyes went up at just the right moment to see you walk through the double doors, he fumbled his hands below the desk in an effort to avoid any confrontation. 

It’s been a few weeks since you were outside his house and barely any texts were exchanged between the two of you. 

Honestly, Seokmin thought he was doing something wrong, but clearly, you were still interested in seeing him.

You approach the desk with a tight smile and Seokmin feels his heart jump to his throat. 

You give him a once over and squint your eyes. “What were you doing?”

Shit, he’s been found out.

“Work,” He stutters in a quiet tone. He was charismatic and confident when you were outside his house, why is he suddenly so flustered?

You clear your throat and readjust the tote bag on your shoulder. “Right, well, I still wanted to renew my library card. Sorry, it took me so long to come by.”

“No worries,” His signature smile reappeared on his face as he turned his attention toward the computer, he thanked the universe that it was still logged in.

“Ok, what’s your library card number?” He glances up at you.

“It’ll probably just be easier to give you my card,” Your head is down and you’re focused on pulling out your wallet to retrieve the card. 

“Yeah, for sure,” He is admittedly staring quite hard at you, but he can’t help it. He likes that you’re wearing an oversized sweatshirt and the sleeves are practically covering your hands to the point where your fingers are practically gone by the time you hand him the card.

It never feels like this, he can usually type things out quite easily, but now the keyboard feels like an obstacle as he types out the number printed on the back of your card. 

He triple checks the number before he speaks up. “Is the address you previously added correct?”

“Yeah,” You nod without much emotion, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. 

You don’t care about much, it seems. Well, that’s what he gathers through your texts.

From his visits to the shop, you do seem to care about the color yellow. He noticed there would always be a hint of yellow somewhere in your outfit, whether it be earrings, a button on your shirt, or a yellow trinket on your keychain. 

He notices the tote bag on your shoulder is yellow too, and it makes his heart a bit warm.

“Great,” He forces himself to look over the other information and update your card’s status back to “active” before he lets any more of his nerves set in.

“Okay, you’re all set. You should be able to check out a book,” He hands the card back with an easy expression, he hopes that he’s disguising his uneasiness. 

“Great. I’ll text you,” You nod and turn away before Seokmin can wave goodbye. He watches you leave through the double doors before letting out a pent-up sigh that’s centered in his chest. 

That could’ve gone better. 

He could’ve told you some fragments of his feelings, how he’s wanted to hang out with you for the past few weeks but schedule conflicts kept getting in the way.

Seokmin channeled his frustration into the pen sitting on top of the open binder, gently outstretching his fingers so that the writing utensil began to levitate. 

This was a rudimentary skill to him now, but it was one of the first advanced principles that he learned as a child. The idea of holding control over objects of any weight without needing a wand signaled a step towards complete discipline as a witch, but now he simply needed it to feel any semblance of control when he couldn’t let out his anger. 

He didn’t think it had been that long since he had been sulking over office items, not until someone spoke up at him.

“Seokmin?”

He’s so frazzled that his brain can’t register who it is until he really looks at their face. 

It’s you. No, it’s definitely you. You’re carrying the same yellow tote bag, and the same oversized sweater as a few minutes before, but your face is now painted in shock. 

His hands react so frantically that the pen goes flying, slamming against the back wall near the break room. He turns back to you, clearly bewildered by his lack of composure.

“Your pen, it was,” You point a shaky hand toward him, the event is trying to unfold itself through your lips, but your brain simply can’t catch up. 

“Why did you come back?” He blinks at you.

“I left my keys,” You hold up the keychain before blinking rapidly, stuffing them into your pockets not even a minute later. 

The tension is unflinchingly thick between the two of you, he can hear the clicking of the keyboards from the patrons across the room.

“Why was your pen floating?” You break the silence again with a nervous voice. 

He’s trying to muster up the right words to tell you, it’s always a toss-up as to how humans would react to his powers. He’s seen horror, anger, sadness, happiness, and everything in between from revealing his secret, so nothing unnerves him anymore, but something about the way your assured and relaxed persona is now suspended in fear is unsettling.

He watches you attempt to piece together a coherent thought in your head. 

“Are you a witch?” 

Well, he didn’t expect you to figure it out that quickly. 

“Oh my god, you are. You’re not denying it,” Your voice is slightly panicked. 

Seokmin can feel the blush crawl up his cheeks and his heart rise up to his throat. 

“Look, I can explain,” He glances at the time on the desktop computer, “I’m off in ten minutes, I can tell you everything then, okay?” His eyes are pleading for you to understand. Your eyes haven’t relaxed at all, but you still nod. It’s enough to immediately switch his face into a reassuring grin. 

Seokmin is certain that he’s never clocked out faster in his entire life. 

—

“You’re not tired of my questions yet?”

“No, of course not,” He smirks and takes a short sip of his bubble tea after answering. He felt so bad after seeing your reaction that he insisted on buying you bubble tea as a consolation, something you happily agreed to. 

You were now sitting outside the shop on a nearby bench, filling the occasional silence of enjoying your drink with your barrage of questions for him. He was never frustrated, no matter how basic the question might seem. 

That was something you admire about him, his patience was far more bountiful than yours could ever be.

You weren’t even really mad at him about the whole situation, honestly. It felt unnecessary to feel upset at something he couldn’t control. If anything, you were surprised at how covert he managed to be after so long.

You knew his energy was particularly special, but knowing that he was a witch seemed to make his habits even more fascinating.

“So what you did at the library, you don’t need a wand or anything to perform spells?” You peer at him.

“No, I can use one, but it’s easier to use my hands,” He flexes his fingers before wrapping them around his cup to take another sip. 

“Is it hard to hide this? I mean, I think I’d be going fucking insane honestly,” You offer him nervous eyes and he lets out a short chuckle. 

“It got easier with time, it always does,” His maturity shows through his response, you figure that it’s the result of having to deal with so much bullshit.

Thus, you consider your words carefully before asking another question. “Seokmin?”

“Hmm?” He looks at you with those sweet eyes of his, it breaks your heart a little before you can get the words out. 

“Has anyone ever hurt you for it?” You try to lace it with as much compassion as possible. You still can’t say it out loud, that he’s a witch, you figure that you aren’t comfortable yet. 

He sighs. “Yeah, I’ve got this nice little keepsake,” He moves his shirt sleeve up to reveal a thick scar across his forearm. 

“Some guys burned me, luckily Soonyoung and Seungkwan beat their asses for me before it got much worse,” He laughs, but you’re unsettled at the idea of just how traumatic it must’ve been. It makes you wince just looking at it, you can only imagine how much it truly hurt him. 

“I’m glad they were there for you, that’s awful. I’m sorry,” You place your hand on his shoulder, gently rubbing the fabric of his sweater. He noticeably relaxes, something that encourages you to leave it there for a bit. 

“It’s okay. They’re the best friends I could ask for,” He nods at the ground with a fond smile, the thought of them seems to take over his mind. 

“It’s not okay. I hope wherever those guys are, they’re fucking miserable,” You grumble.

“Thanks.”

There’s a brief silence again before he speaks up.

“I don’t want to stop being a good person though. I know I’m too positive and cheerful sometimes, but I still want to give love because I know it’s what I’m here to do,” He responds assuredly. It almost knocks the wind out of you.

“Like your purpose?” You ask, slightly startled.

“Yeah. I think I’m full of love, I have love for every single piece of my life. I try to keep that intention in both spheres of my life,” He gives you a sincere look, it’s like he knows how deep the sentiment is hitting you in that moment.

How could anyone attack Seokmin?

Seokmin, the guy who smiles almost constantly, who holds gratitude for everything in his life, who is carefully considerate and sweet. It’s too cruel. 

“That’s beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that strongly about my life,” You furrow your brows at the thought of even trying to make something up to like about it.

You’ve just coasted through life, going to the next thing without much thought. Seokmin is definitely the most exciting thing that’s happened to you in recent memory, possibly ever.

“I don’t think you need some sort of grand purpose. You can just exist and that can be enough, you know?” Seokmin quips. You’re sure that he didn’t mean for it to sound so prophetic, but it is.

“Yeah, that’s true. I’ll figure it out,” You shake your head with a hard sigh.

“There’s no rush.”

You don’t know how long you spend outside on the bench talking to each other, but it’s definitely long enough for the sun to set. It feels natural talking to Seokmin, he wasn’t as complicated as you once thought. You exchange goodbyes, but you can’t stop yourself from giving him a hug before you go.

You don’t mean to startle him when you put your arms around him, but he immediately softens into your touch. “What’s all this?” His tone is slightly brighter than normal.

 “Thank you for everything you said,” You mumble. His laugh vibrates through your body and it’s more comforting than you expected.

“Don’t worry about it,” He tightens his grip on you slightly before pulling away to look at you. “I’ll see you later, okay?” 

“Okay,” You wave one last time and watch him walk away for a few moments before starting on your own path back home. You can’t help but notice the new warmth in your chest.

You actually believe him this time when he says he’ll see you again.

—

After the incident, it’s clear that you both can’t go very long without seeing each other. With every hangout, the lingering glances, the brushing of your hands against his, the way you open up to him, Seokmin’s feelings are starting to choke him from the inside out.

“You should just tell them.”

“No, absolutely not,” Seokmin furiously shakes his head and settles into his blanket. The couch seemed like a good place to deny your feelings, right?

“Don’t tell me you’re just gonna yearn for them until you’re dead, that’s so fucking boring,” Seungkwan sighs into his tea before taking a sip. Seokmin had finally decided to catch Seungkwan up to speed on the situation, but now he was starting to regret it. 

“Shut up, we’re going at a good pace!” Seokmin insists.

“I know you’ve been single for a while, but you cannot seriously think this is fast enough. They were practically eye fucking you the moment you brought them in here,” Seungkwan scoffs. Seokmin sits up at that thought. 

Had he really been missing so many cues?

You came to see the house a few days ago after your shift to meet his roommates, and you did seem a bit more attentive to Seokmin in hindsight. You just didn’t think it was strong enough for Seungkwan to notice, but honestly most things didn’t get past him. 

“I should do a spell then, right? Just force myself to feel the confidence I don’t have to tell them how I feel,” It makes sense when he says it out loud, but Seungkwan’s suspicious glance stops his train of thought.

“Well, I don’t think I can convince you either way. But Seokmin,” Seungkwan sets his cup on the coffee table, “You seem really happy with them. Don’t let yourself get in the way of this,” His arms latch onto Seokmin’s shoulders with a reassuring squeeze. 

“I won’t,” Seokmin gives him a gentle nod.

He decides at that moment to do it. He knew that he’d regret it if he didn’t try.

—

In Seokmin’s opinion, many love spells that he could recall were either too complicated or potent for what this situation requires. Seokmin didn’t want to wait for another full moon to take action, he knew that the longer he waited, the more he’d feel unsatisfied.

He spent a bit too long poring through the pages of his spell books just to find the most accessible love spell, but it’s when he's lying in bed that he remembers it.

The honey jar spell. 

It’s almost too simple, but it’s just the right push that he needed. It didn’t need many materials and it would only work to improve the relationship, not enact any questionable dynamics between the two of you.

He could easily recall the steps in his mind as he got up to find the materials.

Step 1: Write the name of the person you’d like to connect to three times on a piece of paper.

He found an unused journal in the bottom of his desk drawer and tore a sheet of paper out, proceeding to write your name out with his favorite pen.

Step 2: Write out your intention. 

Seokmin had to be perfectly clear with his words or else this could go wrong.

“I want to start a relationship with Y/N,” He whispers as he writes the words and it makes him blush. It felt so juvenile, but it was the truth.

Step 3: Fold the piece of paper three times to make it fit perfectly in a honey jar.

Seokmin kept a jar of honey on his shelf, thankfully it wasn't too full. He sat down at his desk again and slowly folded the paper three times, letting out a small breath as he dropped the paper into the jar.

Step 4: Take a tablespoon of honey from the jar and mix it into a cup of tea before replacing the top. While sipping your tea, repeat the following line to yourself: “As I drink this tea, you’ll become this delicious to me.” The spell will be cast once you finish the tea.

He stands up from his desk with the honey out to the kitchen. Thankfully, Soonyoung and Seungkwan were out of the house so he could make his tea in peace.

He grabbed his favorite mug, a white mug with an illustration of crossed swords surrounded by a wreath of flowers.

He could make a cup of tea in his sleep at this point, the sounds of the kettle and the image of his jar of loose tea leaves hidden in the back of the pantry were clear in his mind. 

His water was hot, he scooped the perfect amount of tea leaves into the mug, and the tablespoon of honey settled nicely into the mixture.

After stirring the tea a few times, he took a sip. It was perfectly sweet. “As I drink this tea, you’ll become this delicious to me,” He whispers to himself as he goes back for another sip. 

Once he made it back to his room with the mug, he decided to savor the tea as he cleaned his room, a task he’d been avoiding for a few days. As he muttered the phrase to himself between sips, he realized that you were already delicious to him.

Your presence was perfect as it was. 

Once the tea was finished, he remembered the final piece to the spell. 

Step 5: Bury the honey jar in a safe place, ideally near plants or flowers that are expanding. 

Soonyoung’s backyard garden came to mind. He always likes when there are new additions, so he wouldn’t care if it was for a spell. He went outside to the garden, honey jar in tow. It wasn’t dark out yet, so it wouldn’t look too suspicious to dig up a small hole. He didn’t remember what was out there until he saw a patch of marigolds. 

The yellow flowers stood out to him, as if it was a sign that you were meant to be there. 

There was a small patch of upended dirt behind the flowers, so he decided to bury it reasonably close to the patch of flowers before looking over his work. 

He lets the crisp fall air clear his mind of any worries of the spell as he walks back into the house, only thinking of you and how you’d be getting off of work soon.

—

Seokmin was nervous, you could tell the moment you saw him. He tried to hide it with his smile, but you could read him a bit better now. You’d spent the afternoon out at a bookstore and his energy was slightly more frantic than usual. Still, you had a nice time going through the aisles together and picking out a new book. He decides to drive you there and back, but once he pulls up to your apartment to drop you off, you decide to question what’s going on. 

“Seokmin, are you ok?”

“Yeah, why?” He’s already pouting slightly.

“I just, you seemed kinda nervous today? If I’m wrong, then tell me,” You shifted in your seat and turned your eyes toward the street. 

“No, you’re right, I am nervous,” You hear him sigh a bit too loudly.

“About what? You can tell me anything, I promise.” 

“I like you. I like you so much that I put a spell on myself to give myself the courage to tell you. I know you were nervous to give me a chance especially after the secret, but I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you,” He lets the words spill out until he can’t speak anymore and you’re blushing.

He likes you, the guy with the biggest heart in the world likes you and you couldn’t be happier.

“Seokmin, please, I like you too,” You seem to quiet his internal monologue the moment you put your hand on his cheek with an eager smile.

“A whole spell for me though, that’s a bit much,” You joke, tucking a stray hair behind his ear.

“I had to be sure,” His voice is almost too quiet, but he’s smiling through the embarrassment. 

“Can I kiss you?” You lean towards him, keeping your hand in the same position. His cheeks are noticeably pink.

“Of course,” He lets you close the gap between your lips and it’s heavenly, you immediately feel yourself pulled into his orbit. 

You decide it’s a well earned kiss when he slips his tongue into your mouth, earning a quiet moan from your lips. You indulge him for a few more moments before you give him one last peck, pulling away from his face with a grin. 

“You’re a really good kisser,” He whispers into your ear and you’re falling onto his shoulder with laughter. His relieved laugh echoes through your ear and you’re sure that you haven’t felt this happy in a long time. 

You’re not sure how it will feel to be let into every aspect of his life, but you’re certain that it will feel like coming home, unfolding a level of comfort that you’ve never felt before.

It’s enough to hold you over until you get to kiss him again, and you’re certain it won’t be very long until that happens. 

#svthub #seokmin fic #dk fic #dokyeom fluff #seokmin fluff #dk fluff #svt fanfic #svt x reader #dokyeom x reader #this one is really cute #i kinda slayed it

[qrminu]

HOMESICK LSM

paring. lee seokmin x male!reader

genre. fluff, non-idol

warning. swearing,kissing, arguing, dry-humping,

an. i wanted to try something a little different, other than smut hehe it might not be my usual but it’s something that I hope you can enjoy as much as I did.

description. seokmin has been distanced as well as busy for these last 2 weeks, and y/n is a bit homesick…

seokmin entered the small yet spacious apartment, he saw you sitting on the couch. you were waiting for him all night and eventually fell asleep without realizing it.

he placed his bags down and walked over to you, he leaned down over you and softly whispered.

“y/n? what are you doing out here?” he shook your shoulder, you stared at him in confusion for a while before speaking back.

“I was waiting for you…I’m always waiting for you…” you uttered to him. seokmin face became soft and he had a bit of a frown plastered on it

“I’ve told you multiple times to stop doing so…it’s not healthy for either of us..” he sat down beside you.

“I start to worry” you told him, you rubbed the back of his neck softly. seokmin grabbed your hand and placed it against the side of his face, you felt his warm cheek.

“you have nothing to worry about y/n. you’re mines” he smiled at him. you smiled weakly at the comment.

“but are you mines? you’re barely home, you rarely talk to me, and if you do it’s small.” you told him, you removed your hand from his face.

“it’s like I’m a roommate of yours expect we sleep in the same bed…” you looked at him, seokmin sat up and looked at him.

“y/n you know how busy my job gets…” seokmin started.

“I’m doing my best” you both say in unison,

“I want you to try harder…cause it’s getting fucking tiring…I’m tired of waiting and waiting and doing more waiting” you told him. seokmin sat there and stared at you.

“seokm-“ seokmin leaned over and kissed you softly.

“I’m listening…I am…and I’ll try harder for you…” seokmin kisses you neck, your fingers ran through his softly brown hair

“you promise?” you asked, seokmin looked up and nodded.

“I promise…I’ll try”

you climbed in his lap and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, seokmin looked up at you happily.

“should i take the rest of the weekend off?” seokmin grinned at you, pressing your ass against his crotch.

“I would love that but only if you can…” you smiled at him as you leaned down and kissed his earlobe. you grind your ass against his crotch, as you heard soft hums.

“I’ll do that just for you…” seokmin said as he pushed himself on you; feeling his harden cock against your fabric.

an: this was a bit shorter than usual but not that short…right? lol! enjoy tho!

#thesvttown #caratwritersclub #seventeen #seokmin fic #svt seokmin #svt fluff #svt fanfic #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #lee seokmin #dk seventeen #kpop bxb #bxb

[rainbow-carat]

Wrong Number

Soonyoung x Seokmin

Every Ship Ever Challenge M.List

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“I have 50 boxes of cake mix, we need to start making cakes ASAP where are you?”

“I think you got the wrong number but count me in anyway, it sounds fun!”

Crack!Soonseok

...

Unknown Number: “Hey, so I got the 50 boxes of cake mix but we need to start making cakes ASAP where are you?”

Seokmin squints at the text message that had appeared on his phone, wondering what sort of circumstance would lead to needing 50 boxes of cake in the first place.

“I wonder if this is Chan trying to play a prank again.” Seokmin mumbles to himself. “But then.. This isn’t Chan’s number.”

Seokmin: “Hi, um I think you have the wrong number. Who were you trying to get ahold of?”

Almost immediately a response pops up.

Unknown Number: “Oh wow that’s awkward sorry!”

Seokmin: “It’s no problem, really, but I am kind of curious now haha.”

Unknown Number: “It’s… yeah it’s a really weird reason”

Seokmin: “I’m literally only more curious now.”

Unknown Number: “... okay so it’s kind of??? A dare??? Okay but it’s much more serious than that! My honor has been questioned!”

Seokmin: “Ah yes of course, this is a very serious matter.”

Unknown Number: “Exactly!”

Seokmin: “So should I let you get back to your strange task? Or would you like an extra hand? Since you did text me asking for my help, after all.”

Unknown Number: “hmmm.. Idk i don’t really know you… you know that could be like.. bad. Like what if you’re a mass murderer or something?”

Seokmin: “Ah that’s a good point lol. I’ll leave you to it then.”

Unknown Number: “is that your way of telling me that you are, in fact, a mass murderer?”

Seokmin can’t help but laugh a bit as the new message appears on his phone.

Soonyoung’s Point of View:

Honestly it was just like Minghao to give Soonyoung the wrong number to call him with. It wasn’t Soonyoung’s fault that he had to get a new phone.

...although this was the third new phone in the past few months…

Whatever, not the point here. Minghao was supposed to have been at his apartment half an hour ago to help him, yet the boy was nowhere to be found.

Honestly, if there was a way for Soonyoung to know who this random person was he had texted by accident...he really needed the help…

“No that’s idiotic. That’s literally how people are murdered, by doing stupid stuff like inviting strangers into their houses.” Soonyoung mutters to himself.

A tinny voice rings out in Soonyoung’s apartment. “Honestly, I’m not that bad. Why are you so set on mass murder anyways?”

“Oh my god.” Soonyoung whispers in horror.

“Yeah, pretty sure you just butt dialed me. Good job.”

“This is… yeah this is awkward. Hey! But you don’t sound like a mass murderer.”

“.. what the hell is a mass murderer supposed to sound like?”

“...that’s a good point. Hi stranger! Are you a mass murderer?”

The stranger on the other end of the line laughs. “Okay I’m hanging up on you.”

“What! No! I must know for sure you are not a mass murderer!” Soonyoung shouts, overcome with laughter so much so that the end of the sentence is hardly understandable.

The other end of the line is silent.

“Hey.. are you still there?” Soonyoung asks cautiously.

The stranger on the other end of the line seems a bit distracted. “Yeah um. Hey are you Soonyoung?”

Soonyoung feels a bit of fear rush through him. “How do you know my name?”

This is it. This is what he gets for talking to strangers. He’s probably going to be murdered and dumped in the woods, his body only found months later.

“Jesus you’re so overdramatic. I’m not trying to kill you, and I’m not stalking you either. Actually I think you’re my neighbor, ironically enough.”

“I said all of that out loud?”

“Obviously, genius.” Seokmin snorts.

“Seokmin?”

“Yeah, we’ve only been neighbors the last three years.”

“How the fuck is your number not in my phone? Why isn’t my number in your phone?”

“I have no idea okay. This whole thing was too fucking weird.”

“I can’t believe my life right now. What the fuck.”

“Wait so does this mean I can help you make fifty cakes for whatever the fuck it is you need to make them for?”

#soonseok #seokmin x soonyoung #soonyoung x seokmin #seokmin fic #soonyoung fic #seventeen #seventeen fic #every ship ever challenge

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Better Than Me | Epilogue

1 Year Later

Summary: You and Seokmin have been dating for a few years, but now you're the star of a new drama with your co-star Rowoon, which makes Seokmin insecure. Seokmin tries his best to be supportive and understanding, but sometimes it's too much, and you're both unsure if your relationship can survive the jealousy and fights.

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[wonwooverse]

I m crazy just thinking about seokmin🥺request (if available)sex with him when /after you and him decide to have a kid.(impregnation kink I guess)

crying😭😭😭

i feel like it would be so adorable yet so dirty at the same time, he would be so excited that you’ve both decided to finally start trying for a baby which means he would have the biggest smile on his face but once he got into it and remembered (cause i think he’d be that happy he’d forget😭) what you actually have to do to get pregnant that’s where the dirty side would come in. the realisation that he gets to cum inside you for the first time without that barrier of a condom in the way would send him absolutely feral, his hips would speed up even more than you both thought possible as his thrusts would become a little bit sloppier as he loses himself in the thought of getting to fill you up to the brim full of his cum, “cant wait to fuck you full of my cum, over and over again until you can’t take anymore”

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[soundofseventeen]

Hi I really love your blog!! I was wondering of i could have sentence 19 and love confession (28) for seokmin?? 😙

{thanks a million!}

“Do you remember the time Mingyu wanted to talk to you about what hair gel you used and you panicked because you thought he found your stash of beef jerky?” Seokmin had his arm draped around you so you used the opportunity to play with his fingers while commenting on the memory, although it had nothing to do with what was going on in the present. It was a lazy weekend for once and you both used the opportunity to see each other and you reveled in each other’s company, which equated to a picnic in the park, reminiscing about the good times. It had been sometime since you established your relationship, but everything still felt new to you, and you liked the feeling of butterflies in your tummy.

“Singlehandedly the scariest moment of my life next to pushing Seungcheol hyung into a trash can. Remember when you bored one day and decided to dye your hair and when you showed up at the dorm, you looked like someone dipped you in green paint?”

“Yeah you called me Broccoli for a week until the paint wore off. Remember when we all went to the beach and you forgot your favorite towel but we were already in town so there was no point in going back?”

“You guys still owe me for that,” he whined. “I haven’t found another one like it. Remember when I got you that Polaroid camera for your birthday and you used the entire film when we went to the zoo?”

“I’m sorry but how often do we go to the zoo? If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have met your döppleganger. Remember when it rained so we had to wait under a parking lot until it cleared up so we could go home?”

“The hyungdeul scolded me so much because you could’ve gotten sick. Remember when you denied having a crush on me?”

“What? No, I never said that…”

“Did too! Seungkwan-ssi asked you about it and you started blushing and then Junnie hyung made fun of you. Do you remember when I told you I loved you?”

“You’ve never...”

“I love you.” As big as his smile was, you could hear the solemness of his words, ringing clearly and sincerely with no hint of a joke. “I love you Jagi. From the moment I’m with you to every moment I’m away from you.” He kissed your cheek softly, feeling the smile tickle you and you fought the blush, failing miserably.

You leaned into the crook his neck, hiding away from the world as you made your own confession. “I love you Lee Seokmin.”

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have a ball-droppin’ good time (seokmin)

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{a/n: wrote this because I’ve been wanting to post another fic and Seokmin is just a lil bol o sunshine and I couldn’t resist + it’s new years and I got me a bomb ass prompt. enjoy}

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“Can I get one screaming orgasm, please?”

The words leave her lips louder than she expected them to, but the bartender strains his ears to hear her order over the harsh thump of the music anyway, later giving her a curt nod and rummaging around to find the liquor needed for her request.

She hiccups and rests a hip against one of the stools, watching as most of her friends were tipsily moving about on the dancefloor ahead. Strobelights blared amidst the sleek black interior of the club, where countless college students swayed about, seeking solace from a prior semester full of stress in their glasses full of beer and vodka. Towards the side lay the more private booths, where smaller groups of classmates and coworkers noisily gather in front of a television, following the annual ritual of waiting for the Times Square Ball to drop and fireworks to explode in the distance.

New Year’s Eve has always been a particular favorite of hers. She loved the noise and the bustle of people around her,and something about the day and moment made her head feel light and her insides fuzzy. Was it additionally due to the fact that she downed about three shots and a few bottles of other types of liquor prior? Maybe… but she’s fine… totally not tipsy…

She bites down another lump in her throat, then nearly stumbles when she notices that one of her friends, Jun, settles next to her equally intoxicated self and clumsily mumbles an order to the bartender, who then nods and resumes mixing orders for the people hastily crowding around the bar, craving any form of alcohol they could get.

“Damn– you’re,” Jun starts, but pauses a bit to recollect his thoughts, “you’re like… hammered.”

“No I’m not!” she objects, gesturing towards her own face to prove she was… sober. “I’m completely fine.”

Jun eyes her suspiciously, but lets the the subject die on his tongue when a long-haired bombshell suddenly passes by and shoots him a sultry look. He frantically turns back towards his friend and says, “hey… I think you’re gonna have to, like, find your own ride tonight.”

“God, Jun. You promised me a ride. Don’t let your hormones get in the way of our friendship, you traitor,” she grumbles.

Although she complains, she is an understanding friend and an even better wingman. Well, sometimes.

After she throws a bit of a tantrum due to the alcohol running in her system, he promises to pay for all her drinks that night, as well as her share for a fairly expensive dinner they were supposed to have with their group of friends two weeks from then, and suddenly all is well.

Money was a big issue for her. Jun’s parents were major shareholders in China, which meant that he could easily handle paying for bills and things of that sort. On the other hand, she… well, she made as much as her part-time job could let her. Her parents insisted they handle her college tuition, however, she wanted to show her gratitude by insisting to pay for her own housing. Although her apartment was cheap and decent, it did lay a huge dent in her monthly paycheck.

“Or if you want,” Jun offers, “I can set you up with Seokbin. Oh fuck, wait... what was his name?” he grimaces and runs a hand over his face, “Seokmin– no wait, Seokwoo?? Whatever. Seok my ass. Apartment guy?”

“Jun,” she deadpans, but her ears slowly glaze with a blush anyway, “don’t ruin his purity with your antics. Don’t even… think about it.”

Soon enough, Jun grumbles in defeat and mumbles something about her bill to the bartender, who then swipes his shiny, golden credit card and slides forward a shot glass filled with some sort of murky liquid, colored rich dark brown with a cream white layer settled on top. She wordlessly blinks at him then at the shot glass, taking a few minutes too long to realize that she ordered something before Jun and the drink was meant for her.

“Huh,” she chirps, “that’s mine.”

“Yeah,” Jun quips, trying to blink the drunken glaze in his eyes away to no avail, “I didn’t… didn’t order… an espresso.”

“That,” she forces mind to remember what the hell the drink was called, “that’s not… it’s called… something…,” another blank, “not - not espresso. I think.”

What both of them failed to realize was that they were maybe a little bit past tipsy, and were in a bar that absolutely did not serve coffee, but rather hard liquor and fruity cocktails and different substances of the sort. She vaguely remembers the name of the drink she holds in her hand, and it’s on the tip of her tongue, something vague, something like –

“An innuendo,” she blurts in a voice too loud for her own good, “this drink is… an innuendo.”

“Nice,” Jun says.

—-

After a few more drinks and a blurry taxi ride home, she is quite positive that she is completely, and utterly, shit-faced.

Things never end up going well when there is too much alcohol running through her system. Although her friends claim that her drunken self makes her all-the-more charming, she knows that they tease about her heightened extrovertedness– or, of a more direct way to phrase it, her lack of a filter. Her personality whilst sober, she thinks, is already bad enough. Now she knows to go home and keep herself contained from offending or possibly sexually harassing anyone while intoxicated.

It isn’t even New Year’s yet. She had convinced others that she wanted to go home before the clock struck twelve in order to avoid being kissed by some random stranger who wanted to follow some stupid tradition. In reality, she is just hella embarrassed that she is hammered way too early for her own good, and is now depressedly dragging her feet to her own apartment in order to simmer in her own shame.

She vaguely remembers ordering a few more shots of that one drink– the innuendo thing– though this wrenches a wrong feeling in her gut because she was quite positive it was called something else.

And this whole ordeal frustrates her. She took more than what she could handle, and would now miss out on the great New Year’s countdown because of a few extra shots. Her head feels blurry but throbs at the same time, and she stumbles up the steps to her apartment door desperately trying to remember the name of the cursed drink that made her this way.

Her eyes are droopy and half-closed as she turns her doorknob and stumbles inside the dark living room, breathing an exasperated sigh and just wanting the pounding and frustration in her head to go away – to just close her eyes and rest for a little bit…

She drops her purse onto the wooden floor, then her shoes and socks, then her slips her bra and ponytail off, and this momentarily satisfies the terrible feeling in her chest. More relief comes when she blindly stumbles to her left and dodges the coffee table she usually trips over, and lands onto the plush couch beside her.

However, the relief leaves as fast as it appears when she realizes that her plush couches were not as soft as she expected. She grumbles a bit yet keeps her eyes closed anyways, letting herself fall asleep… letting the fuzz in her head slowly ebb away…

But then the lights turn on and although her are shut tight, they are open now and she is momentarily blinded.

A rush of adrenaline rushes through her despite the apparent intoxication. Her roommates told her they were going to be gone all night. She sits upright and folds herself into her knit sweater, eyes alert, roaming and focusing on a figure a few steps ahead of her until–

“Seokmin?” she croaks.

And indeed, her neighbor stares back at her, nearly dropping his glass of water when he shuffles backwards.

Sure enough, the ashy-haired male stands there in all his glory. She was almost certain that this was a dream, or an illusion of some sort, because there was no way the guy she had been crushing on these past few months would simply walk into her apartment. No fucking way.

He was tall, with a lean body, broad shoulders, and a smile so bright that she almost has to squint every time he flashes it her way. It was oddly charming, and never failed to churn her stomach as if his smile had somehow grown into a tangible thing and gained arms and suddenly punched her in the gut. It was all too much, really.

She remembers when she first moved into her apartment, struggling with countless boxes until one of them was lifted from the ground and instead replaced with Seokmin’s signature smile and a great pair of arms to match. Not that she checked him out, or anything. She just observed – observed the way he could laugh about everything and how his eyes would crinkle every time she fumbled with the box she was holding. And when he mentioned the fact that he lived in the apartment next to hers, she nearly kneeled down and thanked the good Lord up above for his kindness.

She had never met a more genuine stranger in her life. Every time they stumbled upon each other in the hallway or elevator, he’d happily ask about her classes with a huge grin on his face, and she’d mumble an incoherent response because she’d be too distracted with him and how he seemed to be brimming with sunshine all the time.

Sometimes she’d see him around campus, and even then he’s as smiley and energetic as always. She realizes that time or setting has no effect on Seokmin; he’ll always help others as happily as he can, whether it be in the grocery store down the road, or even in a fucking monsoon in the middle of June.

Hell, she wouldn’t be surprised if the monsoon would die away as soon as he flashed the world those perfect teeth of his. She also wouldn’t be surprised if harps suddenly started playing in the distance, and the clouds would open up and angels would soar down, singing–

“Uh,” Seokmin stutters, eyebrows curving as a confused grin materializes on his face.

She stumbles to her feet and stammers in front of him, still feeling hazy from the avid partying she’s done for hours prior. “Seokmin! What… are you– doing–” She usually curls away in embarrassment at any given moment he appears, but for some reason, the adrenaline mixed with the alcohol has broke through her inhibitions; now, everything feels almost dreamlike and very much unreal to her.

However, she also realizes that he is sick, because his usually blinding smile has dimmed down a bit, and there are obvious bags under his eyes, as well as a red nose that crinkles every now and then when he inhales. It’s really unfair, she thinks, because while normal people should look terrible and shaggy in this state, his disheveled hair just makes him look all the more charming.

For some reason, it looks as if something registers in Seokmin’s brain, and he smiles and chokes down a chime of laughter. He settles for a large grin on his face as he asks, in a voice much more nasally than usual–

“So– you’ve, uh, been enjoying New Year’s?” If the alcohol hadn’t made her red in the face already, she would have probably blushed. But she regards these circumstances piece by piece, and so far, the most important thing to her was that Seokmin was sick. And she has no clue how to go about the situation. So instead, she mumbles a sincere, and somewhat confused–

“Yes. Yeah. I mean, yeah I have.”

“I see,” Seokmin’s eyes twinkle in amusement as he sets his water on the countertop beside him, settling a hip there and crossing his arms instead. “I wish I could’ve enjoyed New Years too. But as you can tell, I have a really bad cold,” he laughs, rasping out a cough not too long after. “Plus, I would’ve been low on budget anyways, so I thought it would be best if I stayed home.”

“Oh,” she dramatically nods in understanding, bobbing her head a few times while mindlessly muttering, “I could. Um. Take care of you… or something?” Seokmin stutters a bit under his breath, but recovers by flashing a toothy grin, “No, really, I’m okay! I should be the one taking care of you, you know.”

“Wait… why?” she asks, and her mind jumbles a bit– as if she has forgotten everything that has happened tonight.

“Um,” he rasps, not knowing how to break the fact that she is hella drunk, and is in need of assistance as soon as possible.

But the topic is forgotten anyway, because she glances down to check her watch, blinking at the thing for a few seconds because the numbers seem to sway and suddenly get very difficult to read–

“Still have around 15 minutes ‘til midnight,” he says.

She looks up and blinks at him too. “Oh. Thank you.”

Then she rubs her eyes and mumbles, “I’m glad I’m home before midnight actually. Then I wouldn’t be forced to… make out with a stranger, or something. Like when the clock strikes twelve, you know?”

He nods his head in understanding, but she continues. “Yeah,” she yawns, “at least in our apartment building I can make out with someone I actually know.”

Seokmin chokes as he takes a brief sip of water from his glass, then recovers after a few hasty swipes from his sleeve and shakily setting his cup down on the countertop once more.

For some reason, she feels the urge to keep talking, even if she is very likely to embarrass herself due to the fact she is definitely not in the condition to hold a proper conversation. “Hey, you know… I could have…,” she says, “stayed home and hung out with you, or something. I wish you had company on New Years. Or maybe next time I can treat you to something because you missed out on tonight. I don’t know, like, if you wanted– but I mean… yeah…” She’s not so sure why she offers this, because she is also struggling in the financial department and barely made it through the night if Jun had not worked his almighty magic wallet and paid for her bad decisions.

But at this, Seokmin finally laughs, and the sound is so rich in her ears that she blinks and wobbles a bit to keep upright.

“You asking me out?” he smiles, and something about the tone is different, playful. It is much different from his usual self who emits sunlight and rainbows, because now his smile is softer, and he is definitely teasing her.

For some reason she takes a while to process this, and she freezes– freezes because the only time he would ever say that sentence would be in her imagination. Then again, the only time she would gain the courage to hold conversation, much less ask him out, would be in her imagination as well. And only now does she realize the magnitude of what she just said, so this momentarily hits her like a sack of bricks.

“Wha–” she blubbers, stumbling forward. Seokmin’s eyes widen and he almost shuffles forward as well, arms stretched open to catch her.

But she doesn’t fall. Instead, she quickly balances herself and sticks her palms in front of her, gesturing him not to come any closer. He freezes.

“That,” she chokes, “is not what I– meant. Asking… out… I’m–”

Seokmin remains wide-eyed, lips parted and eyebrows scrunched in worry. “It’s– it’s okay,” he finally draws back his outstretched arms and scratches the back of his neck instead. “I was just, uh, teasing you.”

“Oh,” she says, then nods her head as if she wasn’t the one who makes a big deal out of the whole situation in the first place, “I see…”

She feels instant regret– regret because she should’ve let her offer linger in the air, and because she realizes that the only time she ever really gained the courage to do things is when she is drunk. So she sulks, and her shoulders hunch a bit because feels trapped in her own stupidity.

After a few minutes of stale silence, Seokmin, now resting his hip on the counter once again, still wears that signature grin when he finally gains the courage to say–

“Uh, sorry for bringing this up all of a sudden, but.. you know that… you’re sort of… in my apartment, right?” She furrows her eyebrows, then takes a few moments to finally look around, because there’s no way…

But yes, it seems that Seokmin is right, because although the overall layout of their suites are nearly identical– her plush couch has transformed into a dark leather, and her white coffee table is gone, and the TV is mounted on a different wall.

And now that she thinks about it, she doesn’t ever remember having to fumble with her keys on the way in, but she definitely remembers locking her own apartment when she left that evening–

“Huh,” she says.

Then she suddenly feels much more sober, and is stumbling forward once again, mumbling apologies and clinging onto Seokmin because of the embarrassment and because of her stupidity and because she thought that she was in her own apartment all along–

And Seokmin tries telling her it’s okay, but for some reason his bright smile seems much more embarrassed now, because he’s really not used to being in such a close proximity to her and it really feels as comforting as he’s imagined…

Then after a few minutes of fumbling, she glances backwards and sees that her own bra and other belongings are discarded on the wooden floor– his wooden floor– so she makes an inhuman noise and hastily covers Seokmin’s eyes with her hands because he is too pure, too innocent to see things like this.

“I’m – I’m sorry,” she croaks, and she’s much closer to Seokmin now, hands placed softly over his eyes as if she sought to protect his innocence with everything she had.

But then again, he was a college student. He has most probably experienced many not-so-innocent encounters during his years on campus, but that somehow doesn’t make sense to her. It was as if his big smile and squinted eyes would completely blind her and make her feel the urge to protect him from everything scary or evil in this world, because goddamn he was cute.

Seokmin holds her wrists and moves them a bit, just so he could see past her fingertips. Then he brightly laughs and mutters, “it’s okay. It’s actually sort of endearing to see you like this.”

His grin slowly morphs into a sheepish smile. “I just– you’ve always been really shy, so this whole situation just… sort of threw me off a bit. I’m sort of embarrassed, actually.”

“No!” she says a bit too loudly. “No, don’t– don’t feel embarrassed. I should be the one feeling embarrassed. I’ve ruined your peaceful night,” she takes a panicked glance at her bra, still lying on the floor, “…and your, uh, purity.” Seokmin’s head bobs backwards, lips pursed in an amused half-smile. “My purity?”

“Yeah!”” she exclaims, suddenly feeling very emotional about the given topic. “You’re a person that brightens anything they come across with everything good in the world,” she gushes, “I’m really sorry for leaving… my bra… on your floor. I’ve tainted you… but I had no choice– gotta let the boys free, you know.”

It’s weird how she could be embarrassed at one moment, then suddenly blurt some sort of uncomfortable phrase at the next. It’s not like she realized– but he did. He really should find this whole situation amusing, and to some degree he genuinely does.

But there are some moments where he can’t control the blood that rushes up to his ears from embarrassment, because he is sober and she stumbled into his apartment and is currently not wearing a bra, and they are alone because his roommates, Jeonghan and Vernon, had somehow abandoned his own sick self for the night like the good friends they were (and also because Seokmin had convinced them not to ruin their plans simply because of his cold).

Although he loves to be around people and is naturally extroverted, he also knows his limits with partying. It sort of saddens him how he had to catch a cold on one of the most memorable nights of the year, so he convinces his friends to go have fun without him, then locks himself in his room with a runny nose and a headache.

So when he walks out of his room to find something to eat, he does not expect to find the pretty girl that lives next to him laying on his couch, looking mildly intoxicated but cute as always.

When she opens her mouth, however, he discovers that she is a little bit more than “mildly intoxicated”. And this cannot mean something good, because Seokmin is lightheaded and sick and although he seems fine on the surface, the only thing really keeping him upright at the moment was the fact that the kitchen counter beside him is handling most of his weight.

But he wants to take care of her and get her home safely. He knows he’s obligated to hold this responsibility, especially because he seems to be the most stable of the two in this given situation.

She seems to think the opposite.

“My god!” she exclaims, “and you’re sick too! I swear I won’t ruin your purity any more than I already have, so just go to your room– and I’ll,” she blinks, pausing a bit because a new wave of her headache suddenly hit her with full force, “…make my way back to my apartment. Then I can make you some soup and get you something warm to drink…”

Just the thought of her having to use the stove or handle knives whilst drunk was enough to nearly give Seokmin a heart attack. “No!” he rasps. “Don’t–”

But she’s already taking a number of unsteady steps towards the door, and Seokmin can only weakly cry out because his throat is killing him, so instead he pushes off from the counter and wobbles toward her, finally setting a hand on her shoulder because if she gets anywhere near a fire he is almost sure the entire building is going to burn down.

She jumps and whips her head around to look at him, and she really shouldn’t have, because the quick motion makes her vision blur for a second and–

“Fuck,” she rasps.

Her choice of vocabulary was enough to give her a second wave of headache, because she gasps and leans forward to cover Seokmin’s ears once more because she tainted him again–

And suddenly they’re falling, because Seokmin is currently in no state to hold another person and support both of their weights–

And they finally land with a dull thud on the wooden floor.

Both of them groan from the impact, even though Seokmin took most of the fall and is now lying limply underneath her. He is completely certain that his back is going to be sore tomorrow.

Then they pathetically lie there for a while, because neither one has the strength to do anything, much less move.

She finally makes a sound– which comes out as somewhat of a garbled noise. “I’m sorry,” she says, “for everything, really.”

Then she realizes that all her weight is settled on him, so she wriggles and blurts a panicked,

“Oh my god, are you okay?”

Seokmin sets a hand on her back, patting it a few times because really doesn’t have the strength to do anything else at the moment. She stills in tension and he lets out a toothy smile, even though his back is hurting and his headache is doing nothing to help.

“It’s alright– I’m fine. And don’t worry, I’m really happy with the fact you’re trying to take care of me,” he laughs, “It’s really nice.”

“Nice? More like anything but,” she sulks, relaxing a bit. “I’m so sorry. This whole thing is just so messed up. I just drank too much of those innuendo things– ugh!” She sucks in a sharp breath when another curse nearly comes flying out of her mouth, “God, what were they called?”

She rolls from his chest to the spot beside him, where her head lays on one of his outstretched arms and they both just stare at the ceiling, because both of them really feel too exhausted to do anything more. Just standing up felt like an impossible task, and everything just seemed too hazy at that moment…

“Screaming orgasm!” she all but shouts.

Seokmin nearly has another heart attack from the volume of her voice. He glances down nervously and finds that she is already beaming at him, looking as if she had just won a gold medal at the Olympics.

Seokmin swallows. Then his cold becomes very apparent when he releases a garbled, “what?”, and nearly chokes in the process.

She releases a content sigh and stares up at the ceiling once again. Seokmin continues to stare at her, eyebrows ticking in confusion a few more times.

“Sorry,” she laughs, “I just remembered that that was the name of the drink I ordered. You know, the one that made me… the way I am… right now.”

Seokmin lets out a stuttered, disbelieving breath. She acts up when he says the smallest things– but then here she is, shouting inappropriate phrases as if it’s no big deal to just say them out of the blue. Seokmin blinks at her for a while longer, mouth agape because she really is something else, and it is oddly… endearing.

On the other hand, the silence gives her time to think. Then she reflects on everything she’s done tonight”– from breaking into his house, and ruining his innocence, and toppling him over and hurting him while he was sick–

And now she feels like pure, utter shit.

Her head is thumping, and she tries to move but her whole body just feels too heavy– and suddenly this frustrates her because now she feels useless and petty and questions why the hell she can’t do anything right.

“Hey,” she mutters after a pause of silence, “again, I’m really sorry… about everything.” And even though these things are said sincerely, she continues to stare at the ceiling because she somehow doesn’t have the courage to look him in the eye. “I’ve done nothing but mess your night up… and I feel terrible for it.”

Then she laughs, but there’s somewhat of a lilt to it– something inexplicably sad, “I’m like, I don’t know… rain, or something,” she stumbles with her words because her mouth feels dry all of a sudden, “I just ruin your sunshine and making things muddy and gross and nasty.” Then she releases another awkward laugh, because she is ashamed and tired and her whole body seems to be dragging her down…

“I’m sorry, Seokmin,” she says.

But what she does not notice is the fact that he has been looking at her this whole time, and his eyes are still gleaming with their usual sparkle, if not brighter, when he glances down at her.

She doesn’t notice the small smile that graces his face when she says his name, or the fact that his smile spreads widely and he has to suppress himself from shouting in glee when she unconsciously moves her head closer to his chest, because she’s blinded by the fact that everything seems to be warmer around him…

And after a moment of silence, she’s closing her eyes, and she forgets about where she is and why she’s there, because she’s almost asleep, and nearly misses it when Seokmin chimes, and this time he makes sure he is heard–

“I… like the rain,” he says, somewhat softly. “It’s comforting.”

Her mouth parts in surprise.

Then her heart does an inexplicable little stutter–

And although she knows that a massive hangover will greet her in the morning, she believes there is no better way to start the year.

–

Bonus:

The next morning, Hansol and Jeonghan walk into the apartment, glance down at the two people who are curled together on the floor, then the males exchange a knowing look– and this time, they don’t forget to lock the door behind them when they leave.

jk lmao I hope u guys liked it bc I’m sure as hell confused as to whether I’m satisfied with this or not?? idk happy new years fam <33 thanks for reading

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Better Than Me | Part 28: Forever

Summary: You and Seokmin have been dating for a few years, but now you're the star of a new drama with your co-star Rowoon, which makes Seokmin insecure. Seokmin tries his best to be supportive and understanding, but sometimes it's too much, and you're both unsure if your relationship can survive the jealousy and fights.

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Better Than Me | Part 27: To You (Written)

Summary: You and Seokmin have been dating for a few years, but now you're the star of a new drama with your co-star Rowoon, which makes Seokmin insecure. Seokmin tries his best to be supportive and understanding, but sometimes it's too much, and you're both unsure if your relationship can survive the jealousy and fights.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ☁︎ angst Warnings: None really, YN and Seok just have a long overdue talk.

“Is this weird?” Seokmin asked that evening as he held you as you both watched Netflix. 

“Only weird if you make it weird, Seok,” you mumbled into his chest. He had come over after his schedules, and it was your first date of the week—the first one since the breakup. 

“Can I ask you something?” You said as you sat up and pressed pause on the laptop. 

“Why didn’t you trust me?” You said, thinking you might as well rip off the bandaid. 

Since the breakup, you and Seokmin have been through a whirlwind of emotion. The air between you two still crackled with unresolved tension, holding onto the fragments of what once was. It felt like trying to piece together a shattered vase, hoping the cracks wouldn't show.

You knew there was something worth salvaging. You both did. You just wanted things to be okay again. 

“I guess I was once cheated on,” Seokmin mumbled. 

“What?” 

“Seok, why wouldn’t you tell me this? Oh my goodness, I would have been so much more understanding,” you rambled, and Seokmin shook his head. 

“Baby, I was cheated on at the age of 13 by a girl who confessed her love to me in the melona Pledis room, and she “cheated” because she told Mingyu she loved him 30 minutes later,” Seokmin recounted with a fond smile. 

“Oh,” you responded, trying to fight the smile itching to show up on your lips. 

“Well, you were so young. It was a core memory in your formative years,” you added honestly. 

“But more importantly, Rowoon is this tall ass, a buff dude who everyone thinks is the perfect son-in-law; plus, he doesn’t have to hide a relationship, I do,” Seokmin explained. 

“Y/N,”  Seokmin continued, “I never once thought you would cheat. I just was scared that you’d see that it’d be easier to date him because you could be public, and I thought you’d leave me, not for him, but in general, because hiding us is exhausting,” Seokmin admitted. 

“But instead of telling you this, I just lashed out, and I projected my fears and insecurities onto you instead of telling you. I said awful things, and for that, I’m sorry,” Seokmin apologised, wiping the tears that had pooled in his eyes. 

You found yourself slowly letting go of the hurt that had clung to you both, and you leaned forward, wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into a tight embrace. 

“We’ll be okay, Seokie,” you mumbled into his hair as he clung to you. 

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