#seungmin fanfiction

[myseungsunglove]

First Pitch | Ksm

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x reader 

Warnings: angsty, wrapped in fluff

Word Count:  1.2k

𖠫Summary: Seungmin struggles to understand why his fiance can’t be by his side on one of the most important days of his life. 

✎A/N✎: This has just been floating around in my head since Seungmin threw his first pitch. It’s nothing special, but I’m kind of in love with it. Hope someone out there likes it, if any of you remember that I actually write since it’s been over a month. hides in shame 

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「©  April 11, 2024 by myseungsunglove」

You sit in the car on the drive to the stadium and the mood is somber. Seungmin is nervous about throwing the first pitch of the game between the All Korea team and the LA Dodgers, a team that he has always admired. 

Couple that with the fact that you aren't allowed to be there with him during one of the biggest moments of his life and you could cut the tension in the car with a knife. Seungmin had wanted you by his side for the first pitch and the company had given the both of you a resounding no. You understood why, and at the end of the day, you believe that Seungmin did too, but it didn’t mean that he was happy about it. 

“Explain it to me one more time,” he mutters, interlacing his long fingers with yours as he glares at the back of the manager's head. “Like I’m five.” You know the anger isn’t necessarily directed at your manager, but when Seungmin has his mind set on something that seems logical to him, he just can’t let it go. He is stubborn that way.

The manager sighs audibly from the front seat, his shoulders rising and falling visibly as he turns to face the two of you. 

“Seungmin, we’ve gone over this many times,” he responds patiently, avoiding the discussion altogether. 

“So go over it again,” Seungmin snaps. 

“Seung,” you whisper beside him, squeezing his hand gently. He doesn’t look at you. 

“Please,” he adds for your benefit. 

The manager blinks slowly at him, empathy coupled with patience etched on his face. 

“Y/n would be the only member of SKZ that is here with you when everyone else’s schedules are too busy,” your manager starts. "Frankly, her schedule is too busy to even be here as long as she is."

“Y/n is the only member of SKZ that I’m engaged to, so it makes sense that she’s here,” Seungmin retorts. “I fail to see the issue.” 

The manager sighs heavily. 

“You are well aware that the public doesn’t know that. They don’t even know you’re together. If she is the only one to show up at your first pitch, people will talk. Everyone will speculate. They already do and this will just add fuel to the fire.”

“Let them talk,” Seungmin says with a shrug, his brow set. He’s nothing if not determined. 

“Minnie,” you whisper beside him. His attention is pulled away from the manager, his frustrated puppy eyes turning on you like a weapon. “If I’m the only one here, if people start to talk, this event, this huge opportunity for you becomes about us and what we are. It’s no longer about this awesome opportunity that you are getting,” you tell him. "If even one of the guys could have come too, maybe it would be different, but you know we're preparing for the fanmeeting and a comeback. There is no time." You squeeze his hand gently. "But I made time."

He scowls at you, but it’s soft, as he considers your argument.

“I know,” he relents, looking down at your clasped hands, rubbing over the top of your hand gently. His cheeks puff out in frustration and he blows all the air from them before he speaks again. “But I need you there,” he whines. 

It isn't often that Seungmin admits that he needs anyone. His confession makes your heart clench in your chest. You’ve never seen him this nervous before. Not even when he proposed to you. 

With your free hand, you gently place your palm against his cheek and lift his face so that you are eye to eye. 

“I love you more than the air I breathe, Kim Seungmin,” you tell him. 

He leans in and kisses you. It’s soft and slow, his hands parting from yours so that he can grab your waist and pull you into his arms. When he pulls away a little breathless, you speak again. 

“And I will be there,” you assure him. Your manager turns around to look at you, a slightly concerned look on his face. You scowl back at him, a look that tells him you’ve got this under control and to chill out. “I won’t be right beside you, but I've got a seat right behind the catcher. I’ll have the best seat in the house. I’ll be able to see your pretty face and the best opening pitch anyone has ever seen,” you tell him. 

His forehead falls against yours with a sigh. 

“You’ll arrange for me to meet y/n before the game starts to say goodbye before she heads back to the company? After I’ve thrown the pitch?” he asks. The question directed at your manager. 

“We already have,” he says. 

Seungmin’s big brown boba eyes meet yours and they have softened from the start of the conversation. 

“Okay,” he says, resigned, his hands dancing along your thighs nervously like he still has more to say. “Can I have a minute with my fiancé?” he asks. It's not really a question. You realize that the car has parked in a garage at the stadium. You're in a corner away from prying eyes. With tinted windows, no one would know there was anyone in the car. “Alone,” he emphasizes with a small possessive growl. You can’t help the smirk that slips onto your face. 

Without any pushback, the manager and the driver get out of the car and walk a respectable distance away. 

Seungmin wastes no time pulling you onto his lap so that you are straddling him. You sigh longingly as his hands gently caress your face and pull your lips to his. This kiss is hungry, needy. His soft mouth is insistent as his tongue slips past your lips to taste you. His hands have wandered down your body and up under the back of your shirt, the pads of his fingers dancing along your back as he kisses you breathless. 

“Want to tell them,” he mumbles against your mouth, his breath heavy against your lips. “No more secrets,” he adds, kissing you hard again. 

You can’t help the moan that escapes your throat and the thrill that runs through your body at his words. Seungmin doesn’t want your relationship to be behind closed doors anymore. 

“You want everyone to know?” you ask when you're forced to pull away again, your breath coming in short, quick gasps. 

“Yes,” he answers simply, gazing into your eyes. “I can’t have another big moment like this where you can’t be right there with me,” he confesses. “You’re my everything, Y/N,” he looks at you with glassy boba eyes, the emotions he is feeling threatening to overflow. “I need you.” 

You hold his face in yours and stare into his eyes. 

“We’ll talk to Chan and our manager tonight about how to move forward,” you agree. “Surely they knew this was coming sooner rather than later. We’ve been engaged for nearly six months,” you chuckle softly. 

He smiles brightly at you then and you can’t help but return the gesture. He kisses you quick as you move to get off his lap. 

“Alright, my baseball player Kim Seungmin. You’ve got to get out of here and go show them how kick ass you are,” you tell him, kissing him on the cheek. 

He chuckles shyly, your favorite sound only second to his beautiful voice, as he moves to open the door, his shoulders shaking out his shirt like he does when he gets a little nervous. You love that you can still make him flustered even with a simple compliment.

He holds his hand out for you to grab, pulling you from the car and into his waiting arms where he kisses you once more. 

“One for good luck,” he smiles against your lips. 

“Not that you’ll need it,” you tell him, kissing him slowly. 

“Love you,” he whispers against your lips. 

“You better,” you smile up at him. “Cause I’m not going anywhere, Kim Seungmin.”

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[starseungs]

lunchtime tea, served by yours truly. ksm.

kim seungmin x fem!reader — getting dragged over to the student council office instead of the cafeteria was far from your lunchtime plans. too bad seungmin seemed to think otherwise.

genre/s — fluff, humor if it counts, historical fantasy, academy au, duke's son!seungmin x marquis' daughter!y/n • 1.3k words

warning/s — petty noble disputes, seungmin implies a nepotism plan (laughs nervously), both of them are in their second to the last year of academy = they're both around 21 !!

note — here's a short fic i whipped up as i finish take a shot ! yes, its inspired by those rofan manhwas with academy arcs/settings. im obsessed with those ngl

2024 ⓒ starseungs on tumblr. do not steal, repost, or edit.

“Would it really be such a crime to enjoy one peaceful lunch session, Your Grace?”

You sank down with a huff on the smooth velvety sofa propped in the middle of the spacious office room, not paying any mind to the way the door shut with a soft click despite your strong swing to open it earlier. A pair of footsteps other than yours echoed in the space, the flat, heavy heels of the figure’s shoes clacking with strong authority. Yet, you remained unfazed despite the strong aura permeating the enclosure—choosing to stand your ground with a click of a tongue.

Seungmin sighed at the sight of your demeanor. 

“And I believe it would be against academy ordinance for you to call me by that title within the campus premises, Lady Y/N.” He reprimands you with a low drawl before carefully taking a seat at his desk located front and center against a massive glass window, his silhouette strengthening as he leans forward to rest his arms on the desk. You could only whine in mockery at his reply.

“Boo,” you scoffed before crossing your arms and craning your head to stare at him. “Such a stickler for the rules, are you not?”

Seungmin hummed. “I suppose you may be right, but could I also offer you information on my father’s well-being?” He says with a tone implying sweetness, even if you knew otherwise. 

“The Duke is alive and well—yes, I am aware,” you pressed for a smile as innocent as you could manage, enjoying the way Seungmin’s formal facade fell apart slightly before getting gathered up once again. The young Lord cleared his throat before continuing the questionable exchange between the two of you.

“Therefore, we should not be having this conversation in the first place.”

“However, you are the heir to the dukedom, if I recall correctly?”

“Yes, you do.”

You then brought your hands together in a resounding clap at his answer, signifying a remarkable conclusion. “Then it is the same thing.”

Seungmin groaned tiredly at your unbelievable words. “It is clearly not—” he suddenly paused mid-sentence. You watched as his eyes narrowed with an inquisitive glint before he took an obvious intake of air. “I’m getting the slight inkling that you are doing this to raise my temper.”

A prominent laugh bubbled its way out of your throat. “I do find that side of you quite charming, yes.”

“I will pretend to not hear your comment, My Lady,” Seungmin pinched the bridge of his nose, desperately trying to subside his growing stress. “And I would like to inform you belatedly that a peaceful lunch should be the last of your priorities at the moment.”

The involuntary squawk that came out of you voiced your offense. “Well, this is surprising news, as I have not received any notice about a new dietary restriction!”

“It is not—” Seungmin caught himself again. You grinned mischievously at his obvious struggle before collecting yourself when you felt a pointed glare being sent in your direction. He exhaled heavily, “Proceeding with the matter at hand, are you aware of the number of complaints the Theta group has placed upon your name?”

“I do believe there has not been a single soul in this academy who has not,” you hummed in acknowledgement.

“My Lady, forgive me for being rude; however, the answer I was hoping for was to be about how you are planning on addressing this issue.”

“Oh,” you blinked. “Then, I plan to do nothing about the issue.”

A small thud was heard from Seungmin’s direction, prompting you to look over to see what had caused such a sound. Low and behold, the sight of the academy’s best student holding his head down towards the polished mahogany desk in defeat—rendering you unsure of what to do next. There had only been a few times in your entire lifetime that you had seen Seungmin completely shatter his dignified demeanor, and you had known the man since you were six. Now you fear that you had actually crossed a line. 

“Y/N,” he raised his head ever so slightly to lock eyes with you, his next order coming out as a plea. “Just explain why you poured a cup of tea over Lady Colette’s head.” 

“Then forgive me as well for my words. However, in my perspective, Theta is nothing but a pathetic excuse for an institutional social group,” you sighed, remembering the events of the tea party yesterday. “I do not know why they still prove to be the most popular social group for ladies when the Zeta group has always been better. Theta are barely anything worth more than a babble of obnoxious noble daughters who prefer to place themselves on a higher pedestal than they deserve. Lady Colette was terrorizing a freshman from a country-side barony. I only did my best to stop her, considering the fact that mere words seemed to hold no interest for her.”

Seungmin raised a brow. “Quite an interesting way of describing them, don’t you think?”

“Well, I did send my apologies before doing so, did I not?” You smiled back as part of your reply, proudly this time. Seungmin could only scoff, albeit greatly amused.

“You have got to stop trying to outsmart me in times like these, Y/N,” he said, standing up. “You of all people should know how much I lack the ability to harbor ill feelings towards you.”

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow at his surprisingly favorable response. For holding the most coveted position of justice available for students in this academy, Seungmin was surely pressing less strongly on your faults. Perhaps it was a good thing that you still made sure to cool the tea before you dumped it on that Marquis’ pompous daughter.

“Playing favorites, are we now, Mr. President?”

Seungmin laughed openly this time. Talk about a change of mood. “I see that you have now chosen to switch to a different formality, yet again,” he mused on his way towards your figure on the couch. “See, you wouldn’t have this much trouble with other noble ladies if you just joined the student council.”

“Here you go again with your offer,” you said, rolling your eyes. “You of all people should know exactly why I cannot take a position in the council, Seungmin.”

“In my opinion, it would be seen as a reasonable training ground for the future Duchess.”

“You just like the way I do paperwork!” You expressed disbelief at his plan’s implication. “And high society might as well burn me into ashes, thinking that I take advantage of my position as your betrothed.”

Seungmin sighed dreamily, completely disregarding your latter comment. “I do love the way you do your paperwork. Such a perfect pair to my work ethic,” he says, sitting comfortably beside you with a relaxed exhale. “Yes, I genuinely do not see what is so wrong about the offer.”

“Seungmin,” you scowled at him. “Do you wish to put a stain on your reputation?”

“Oh, look at you scolding me as if we had already stated our vows,” Seungmin pinched your cheek in a tease. You attempted to push his hand away, only for him to grab it and intertwine your fingers, leaving you breathless as he placed a feathery kiss on your knuckles. “My dearest fiancee, I do not care what others may think of me. If I am able to, I will give anything you ask for without a silver of hesitation.” He gazed directly at your eyes, pupils swimming with unknown desire.

“My Duchess only deserves the best, after all.”

You pursed your lip at his intimate actions, feeling your stomach do crazed flips at his undivided attention. “It is quite concerning how biased you seem to be when it comes to this matter, Mr. President,” you gave in, letting yourself fall on his broad shoulder. “What have I even done to warrant your unyielding obsession with me?”

Seungmin’s chest rumbled in delight, the lull comforting your mind glazed over with his presence.

“Exist. Now, what do you think of becoming Vice President next year?”

“Serve me tea first, and I'll think about it.”

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[therhythmafterthesummer]

A Helping Hand (M) ~Seungmin

Pairing: LabHybrid!Seungmin x GN!Reader Themes: Smut | Fluff | Best Friends to Lovers | Roommates to Lovers Word Count: ~4k | AO3 Synopsis: After one too many shots of vodka, your best friend confided in you a little problem he’d been dealing with for a couple of months now. Tipsy-you figured that you were more than suitable to give him a helping hand. Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption · overall hybrid shenanigans · Seungmin has a dirty mouth · pet names · Smut (warnings under the cut). let me know if i missed any💜

Author’s Note: can’t believe my first ever published Seungmin fic is a hybrid au lmao. got a weird boost of inspiration for this after seeing @starlostseungmin talking about it, so here it is ! Special thanks to @notastraykid for giving her very valuable input to improve the first draft, as well as @comet-falls for letting me know it didn’t suck skjdfhsdkjf

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Smut Warnings: this is, as usual, some monsterfuckery · handjobs · praising · breeding kink (kind of) · hybrid anatomy (knot) · copious amounts of fluids. again, let me know if i missed any

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

“You–You don’t have to do this, serious–Oh, God…”

You swallowed, focusing on your best friend’s face. Focusing a bit too much on the vein that popped on his neck when he threw his head back, on how pretty his eyelashes looked when his eyes fluttered shut, on those pouty lips of his you totally didn’t wish you could have on yours… All while trying to ignore what you had between your hands, all while trying to ignore the obscene, squelching sounds their continuous movement produced…

“I said I’d help you, didn’t I, Seungmin?”

Seungmin inhaled deeply. His ears twitched, his tail seemed to have a life of its own, it had started thumping against the headboard of the bed the moment he’d sat down and you’d taken a hold of him.

After opening his eyes again, Seungmin looked at your face, and you saw his Adam’s apple bob when he swallowed. “You did”.

“And I always keep my word, don’t I?” You twisted your wrists, never stopping the motions of your hands.

Seungmin sighed, and some of the tension in his shoulders seemed to evaporate with the motion. “You do…”

A spark of doubt flared in your mind, large enough it was impossible to ignore. Your hands stopped, and the tiniest whine left Seungmin’s mouth. “Unless you… Are you feeling uncomfortable? I can– I can stop”.

Seungmin’s hands flew to your wrists, preventing you from pulling away completely. “No. No, no, please, don’t… I… Fuck, I really want this. I really, really need this”.

You would’ve never expected the afternoon to take you here… To your best friend’s bedroom, to him sitting on his bed, with his back against the headboard, and with his legs spread. You would’ve never expected to have his cock in your hands, barely even out of his lounge shorts. In your mind, this had never been a real, genuine possibility. Yet here you were.

How long had it been since you realised you had a crush on your best friend? Too long, probably. It might’ve been a bit embarrassing, but you truly couldn’t even remember a time when you weren’t pining over him, a time when you weren’t thinking how it would be like to be with him physically, intimately…

Although, to be fair, this situation was far more sterile than all those fantasies you’d allowed your mind to wander into only in the wee hours of the night. It wasn’t as if Seungmin had confessed his feelings for you, or you to him. It was more like… like you were giving your friend a hand–literally and figuratively.

Seungmin was a hybrid. A black labrador hybrid, to be exact. He’d been your best friend since you were a kid, when the school you attended finally started allowing hybrids as students. You could still remember the first day you saw him, standing in a corner by the lockers. You’d approached him, mostly because your mother had taught you that hybrids must be treated well, just like you’d treat anyone else.

He was a shy boy, totally out of character for a lab hybrid, but the more you got to know him, the more he warmed up to you, the more you started to see that bright personality of his. As soon as he’d deemed you trustworthy, it was almost like that shyness had never been there in the first place.

He started to come over to your place to hang out or do homework, to open up about his life, and even to show more of his mischievous side. He’d call you everything from dumb dumb, to human kiddo, to little human, just because he could. But it was fine.

Even if at the beginning it annoyed you that he simply wouldn’t call you by your name, it eventually became such a Seungmin thing to do, you just couldn’t find it in you to be mad at him when his eyes sparkled so brightly whenever he used his little nicknames for you.

Seungmin was chaotic, he was funny, and he was the most loyal friend you’d ever had. He’d been with you through thick and thin. Every broken friendship and relationship, he was always there to console you, to hold your hand and tell you it was going to be alright. He was always there for you, without fail. He’d always joke around and say it was one of his lab traits, but you knew better.

Whether he was a hybrid or not, you knew Seungmin would still be the same Seungmin.

Your Seungmin.

A couple of years ago, you finally got to move out of your parents’ house. It was only natural that you ended up renting a place with your best friend, considering he, too, wanted to move out, and he didn’t particularly enjoy the thought of living with strangers.

Decades had passed since hybrids were integrated into human society. They finally had rights, they were treated as people and not some pet you bought from a store–no disrespect to pets, they had their rights, too. But pets weren’t people. Hybrids, on the other hand, were.

Hybrids had free will, they could reason like humans could, and they certainly deserved to be treated as equals. These were the values that you’d been taught as you grew up, and it was something you believed in still to this day.

Regardless, hybrids still had their animal urges and needs, which Seungmin seemed to have been struggling with for a couple of months now.

The confession happened last night, while you both threw a tennis ball back and forth at each other, after one too many shots of vodka–to be more precise, it’d been three. Three shots of vodka only. 

Alcohol wasn’t deadly toxic to Seungmin like it was to other hybrids, but his body certainly couldn’t digest it very well, which usually manifested not only in the flush that spread all over his face, but also by shutting down every single one of his filters. ‘I haven’t been able to come in two fucking months. Two months! I feel like I’m dying, dude. I just need to blow’.

You’d asked him how that was even possible, how he had not managed to bring himself to orgasm in two months, considering you knew he was a person with a moderate sex drive–based on the amount of times you had to stay in your shared flat while he had company over… His answer was a very graceful ‘The fuck if i know… Nothing works, my dearest little human. Porn doesn’t work. Literature doesn’t work. And my imagination clearly doesn’t work, either’.

He looked genuinely distressed about it, especially when he sighed, and his tone lowered. ‘I’ve been checking forums online… Going anonymous to ask strangers, specifically other hybrids, but most of them said that I needed to find the root cause, that something in my environment could be affecting my physical performance, but it’s… It’s really frustrating, because I genuinely have no idea what’s going on’.

‘Have you tried, I don’t know, getting laid?’ was what your tipsy self asked. You wouldn’t have asked that question fully sober for sure. You really didn’t want to know if Seungmin was out there getting laid these days. It had been a little over a year since you had seen him date anyone, and the thought of him dating someone now, admittedly, made you jealous. Which was potentially very stupid on your part considering you were just friends. The best of friends. Only friends.

‘Nah. Can you imagine if I’m with someone and I can’t fucking come? Distress… Besides, I don’t want to just… You know, do it with a random person. People are kinda… ew’. You could understand completely why he wouldn’t want to go out and hook up with a stranger. After all, some people still saw hybrids as sex slaves, or they were heavily fetishised, so it wasn’t exactly safe to partake in one night stands for him. 

Besides, your best friend was not one for hookups and one night stands in the first place. He had trust issues, especially with humans, so you could definitely understand his predicament. 

‘What if it’s someone you know?’ You threw the ball back at him just as you’d boldly asked the question, because spirits always made you voice things sober you would never have the guts to say.

Seungmin caught the ball and scoffed, completely sure that no one he knew would want to be that intimate with him, and not think ill of him if he didn’t manage to perform. 

But you had to open your big mouth again, very confidently telling him ‘And what about me? I can do it’.

The ball suddenly fell from Seungmin’s hand, landing on the floor and rolling under the coffee table. His eyes followed the movement like a hawk–or, maybe it’d be more accurate to say like a dog. He stretched his body a bit out of the sofa, not even bothering to stand up fully, trying to get the ball while he chuckled, maybe a bit nervously.

Seungmin genuinely thought you were joking for a second. That was exactly what he’d told you, but then he saw how serious you were about it, and, after a few minutes of silence, he simply said that you should have this conversation sober.

Which you did.

Which took you right here, right into his room, with his painfully hard cock in your hands.

Seungmin knew you wouldn’t judge him if he couldn’t come. He trusted you enough to be vulnerable with you in more ways than one, to tell you what he needed or wanted, so you would gladly help him–the fact that you had a major crush on him made you feel a bit self-conscious, you’d admit… Like you were taking advantage of the situation to touch him this intimately. But you had already offered it, and he had already accepted it, so you just didn’t feel like backing down on your word.

“Tighten your grip a bit more”, Seungmin mumbled, and once again he threw his head back when you did as asked and continued working his cock. “Fuck, yeah. That’s it…”

You were starting to heat up yourself. Especially whenever he spoke like that, with the tone of his voice as low as it was. Seungmin was one to swear a lot, very openly, but in this context, it certainly felt… filthier. And it affected you. Maybe embarrassingly so…

You couldn’t help but swear under your breath when your eyes drifted from his face to his length. How could you not look? When he was there, letting you touch him…

Clear fluid leaked from his tip, dripping all over your fingers and aiding your movement, intensifying those sinful wet sounds that resonated in your ears with each stroke. You knew his specific breed tended to produce more fluids than a human would, he’d told you this before in passing, but you had honestly not expected it to be this much.

Seungmin didn’t seem fazed at his slick soiling his clothes. On the contrary, it seemed like he didn’t even care at all.

“Like what you see?”

Your head snapped upwards to meet his eyes, and you immediately felt heat rush to your cheeks. 

“I’m sorry, I’m trying really hard not to look, but…” You suddenly felt small under his gaze, even if your hands didn’t stop. His eyes were so dark, staring right into yours so intensely the hairs at your nape stood on end.

Seungmin always tried not to look people in the eyes, ‘It activates this primal instinct in me, it’s a bit annoying sometimes, to be honest. I only make eye contact when… when I… Well, you know…’ He’d said once, very vaguely, but even back then, you understood. 

He didn’t need to tell you in which situation he enjoyed eye contact. Whenever you looked him in the eyes, you always felt trapped under his gaze, like you wanted to submit. And, somehow, it also woke the butterflies in your belly. Right now, that feeling seemed to have heightened tenfold.

“You’re trying not to look, but…?” Seungmin licked his lips, reaching forward to take a hold of your forearm. Not to stop you, but simply to drag his thumb over your skin in soothing motions.

“But…” You swallowed. You figured now was as good a time as any to let the thoughts out of your head, otherwise they would haunt you forever. “You’re so big”.

Seungmin giggled, a sound that he hardly ever let anyone outside of his close friend group hear, the flush on his face deepened, and his eyes crinkled at the corners. Adorable, even in this context… “You think I’m big?”

“Haven’t touched someone this big ever”, your pace was still slow, but you made sure to stroke as much of him as you could, as tight as he had asked you to. It wasn’t like he was crazy big, he wasn’t particularly long, but he was just… girthy. Girthier than you had ever seen in your pathetic excuse for a love life. “Not only that, but… It’s just… pretty”.

At that, Seungmin looked genuinely incredulous. “Pretty?”

“Mm… pretty”.

He was going to speak, but before he could, your movements sped up, and the whine that left his mouth as soon as you did had your insides instantly firing up. It was a completely involuntary reaction, how could your body not react when the sounds coming out of his mouth were this sinful? When the almost canine whines stirred the butterflies flying freely in your belly?

“Oh, fuck… That’s it, baby, just like that, shit…”

You didn’t even acknowledge the pet name that just escaped his lips. You were convinced it was a heat of the moment thing, so you swallowed that saliva that had suddenly pooled in your mouth, and continued to focus on your motions. 

With both of your hands, you went from the base to the head a few times, until you settled one of your hands at the base and the other at the tip. You had heard that the base of a canine hybrid’s cock was sensitive, not as much as the head, but much more than a human’s would be, and Seungmin’s wagging tail and content sighs proved that to be true.

You made sure to pull the foreskin with you when you pumped his head, and your eyes naturally drifted to the sight again. Pretty, indeed…

“You’re so fucking good at this, fuck…” Seungmin’s head was tilted back against the headboard, but he was still looking at you through his lashes. His chest rose and fell with his laboured breathing, he was essentially panting, his tongue poked out from between his lips, and the movement of his thumb on your forearm had long since stopped. He was now just gripping your arm, lightly digging his fingers on your skin.

“You think so?” You couldn’t help but ask.

Maybe it was a bit selfish, but you definitely wanted to hear more of his praise. It fed a pool of arousal in the pit of your stomach that you just knew you’d have to deal with as soon as you were on your own and away from his prying eyes…

“Fuck, yeah… You’re so good to me, so…” His words trailed off, stopped when he swallowed thickly. 

You wanted him to continue what he was going to say, you almost asked him to, but before you could, he spoke again–with an edge of desperation in his voice that almost made you faint.

“Squeeze a bit harder at the base”, so you did, twisting your wrist as you went up and down, and the loud moan that fell from his mouth made you dizzy with need. “That’s it, keep doing that, fuck…”

You worked his cock for a while, all as words of appreciation continued to fly past his lips, all as his slick kept dripping all over your fingers, as he directed more pet names your way. Until something started to feel different…

“Oh, oh, fuck… Fuck, shit, don’t stop, baby, please, don’t…”

You wouldn’t have dared stop, not when your fingers suddenly weren’t able to touch where you held him. You kept the motions on the head of his cock, but the base seemed to be swelling under your grasp, loosening it a bit.

“No, no, don’t stop there. Squeeze it. Keep touching it, pup”, Seungmin pleaded, tightening his grip on your arm while small whines escaped his throat, almost drowned by the sound of his tail thumping against the headboard.

“Oh, my God…” You knew hybrids were anatomically different to humans, but you had never really considered just how much they could be, so it really took you by surprise.

You were experiencing one of Seungmin’s hybrid attributes first hand. There, at the base of his cock, a knot was quickly swelling, and you would’ve never expected how much the sight and feel of it could affect you. Your mind raced, suddenly curious as to how it would feel like if he were pushing his cock into your warmth, how he would stretch you out to your absolute limits…

Seungmin might’ve been the hybrid here, but you were certainly salivating at the feel of his swollen knot in your hands.

Tightening your grip around his knot, you started massaging it, just as you pumped his head faster, coaxing a string of groans and moans and swears to come out of Seungmin’s mouth.

“Your hands… They’re so soft, so… perfect. That’s perfect, pup, you’re doing so fucking well”.

Seungmin was talking to you like you weren’t the one working him up. It would’ve amused you, had it not been feeding the fire that was burning bright deep within yourself.

You could feel your underwear sticking to your skin, drenched in your own fluids because of Seungmin, and the sounds he was making, and his heavy cock under your hands, and that fucking knot of his…

“Seungmin… Shit, you… This…” Being honest, you were speechless. 

“What? Huh?” Seungmin finally let go of your arm, instead he cupped your cheek, making you look at him, just as he started to thrust up into your fists. “I know what you want to tell me. Or, at least, I think I do, fuck… I can hear how fast your heart is beating, pup. I can smell it all, you know? I wanna know what you’re thinking. Tell me”.

You licked your lips, staring into his eyes. You were sure your face couldn’t be any warmer, yet the heat seemed to spread further the longer you looked at him, the faster you moved your hands and he thrusted into your grip.

“I’m… Fuck, I can’t help but think how it would feel like inside me, stretching me open…”

“Oh, shit–” Seungmin threw his head back. His tail thrashed against the headboard, and his ears were twitching nonstop. “I can–Fuck, baby, I can give it to you. Whatever you want, just say it and I’ll give it to you”.

With your lower lip trapped between your teeth, you took in a deep breath, almost shivering when Seungmin pulled his shirt up to reveal his torso just as he mumbled the most desperate “Close, so fucking close, puppy. Don’t you dare fucking stop. Tell me–tell me more…”

“I want… want your knot… I want you, Seungmin. So much, so, so much. Need you”, you emphasised each statement with a tighter squeeze to the swollen base of his length.

“Oh, fuck!”

With a few more thrusts of his hips, and a few more twists of your wrists, Seungmin gave you a quick warning, only for your name to fly past his lips, and explode seconds after. Thick ropes of cum spurted from the tip of his cock, painting his torso in the creamy substance and dripping all over your hands. It was so much cum, more than you had ever seen anyone ever produce.

The sounds coming out of his mouth were absolutely pornographic, they entered your ears and shot straight to your aching, needy insides. Needy for Seungmin, for his knot, and his everything.

You kept working his cock, pumping the tip to make sure every drop of his cum came out, squeezing and stroking his knot through it all. Until Seungmin’s body slumped against the headboard.

The movement of your hands stopped, but you didn’t remove them. The sight was straight out of a wet dream, his torso, his shirt, his shorts, your hands, everything was covered in cum, and you suddenly had the urge to taste it. But you begrudgingly resisted that urge, this was probably not the moment for that.

When you finally looked away from the mess, your eyes found Seungmin’s. His chest rose and fell with his ragged breaths, his lips were slightly parted as he gasped for air, and he was looking so deeply into your eyes you simply couldn’t look away.

You weren’t sure who moved first, maybe it was you, or maybe it was him… Or maybe, it had been both.

Before you knew it, Seungmin’s soft, moist lips were on yours, kissing you like a starved man. And you retaliated, of course. You kissed him with the same enthusiasm he had, licking his bottom lip to get your tongue inside his mouth, and very quickly, you started to feel lightheaded.

Kissing Seungmin was better than you could’ve ever imagined. Hearing him and seeing him come was a transcendental experience, and you were sure that your brain chemistry had just been altered forever. How could you ever go back to anyone else after this?

The kiss was messy, sloppy, tongues intertwining and teeth sinking on soft skin, producing wet noises all around. You would’ve honestly loved to stay there forever, kissing him, with his length in your hands and his cum all over your fingers. Unfortunately, though, you needed to breathe, so you finally disconnected your lips from his, and took a deep breath.

Seungmin looked into your eyes, and you looked right back. They were still dark, still alluring, but there was something else, something softer… Maybe more vulnerable. The stare-off lasted for a few moments, a few moments spent in silence, until you both broke into a fit of laughter.

Seungmin was practically glowing, he looked possibly the most handsome you’d ever seen him. Even when he was covering the lower part of his face with his hand while he laughed, trying to hide that pretty smile of his after years and years of insecurities produced by the now long since removed braces on his teeth, you still found him incredibly handsome and adorable.

“I take it you enjoyed it? You must have. Look at this mess you made”, there was a teasing smile on your lips, but the truth was, you genuinely wanted to know. 

“As much as you enjoyed, it seems”, Seungmin scoffed, and he gestured between your bodies, where you were still holding his cock. He was still just as hard as he was before he came. 

“You’re still hard?” You couldn’t hide the surprise in your voice, nor the way your eyes widened at the sight, and it made Seungmin smirk immediately. 

“Baby, I’m a dog. My cock thinks it should be inside someone right now, keeping all my cum contained with my knot. Of course I’m still hard, it wants to breed”.

“To… to breed?” Your voice was airy, shaky, suddenly unable to contain the feeling of pure arousal you felt coursing through your veins.

“Mm… to breed”, Seungmin repeated, and he bit his lip when you started to gently squeeze and caress his knot.

He detached himself from the headboard just enough so he could pull his shirt off. After a few moments of silence, he spoke again. His gaze softened further, and he brought his hands to your cheeks so he could softly caress the skin with his thumbs. “Thank you. Fuck, I'm so grateful right now. That felt so good”.

“Oh, please… It was my pleasure”, you chuckled, finally letting go of the head of his cock so both of your hands could focus on giving attention to his knot, hopefully helping relieve any possible discomfort he might be feeling since it was out in the open, unable to fulfil its purpose. 

The motions clearly made Seungmin’s blush deepen. He looked at you for a few bated breaths, and before you could even understand what was happening, you were on your back, gasping in surprise. 

Taking his discarded shirt, Seungmin knelt on the bed, right between your legs, and he cleaned your hands, as well as his torso of as much of his cum as he could. 

“Your pleasure, pretty human, hasn’t even started yet. Let me make you feel as good as you just made me feel”.

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[sunshinebarbie]

reckless

pairing: Seungmin x reader warnings: language, arguing, angry Seungmin, angst, violent chopping of vegetables, mentions of a knife (nothing violent with it besides the vegetable chopping) words: 3,505

a/n: so i know i haven't updated my two long-awaited stories, but i wanted do something for now to keep you all entertained. hopefully it keeps you all occupied until i can get the next parts to my other stories updated. enjoy!

the clock on the bed stand hit another hour. you turned around already knowing that his side of the bed would be empty. you tugged the blanket up further burying yourself into a cocoon of warmth.  

your phone chimed illuminating the ceiling and the sound of the “ping” echoed in the darkness of the room. throwing the blanket off you reached for your phone hoping it was him. instead it was Jeongin. you frowned and opened the text, it took a second to load and you felt your stomach clench.  

“just thought i owed it to you.” his text followed. you scrolled up to the picture again and pressed to enlarge. yes, it was him. your boyfriend of three years Seungmin with his face nuzzled into the neck of his “friend”.  

“where are you!?” you quickly texted Jeongin. the message was delivered and read. after a long minute you texted again. “he said he was going to your place and you were both going to a friends’ is that the friend!?” the message was delivered and read again. still there was no reply.  

“Jeongin!” you texted after a long second, the message was undelivered. you felt your body go numb. the screen of your phone went black leaving you in complete darkness. You stared into the darkness at the ceiling, your thoughts racing. Reaching over to the lamp you clicked it on and swung your feet off the side of the bed.  

You walked over to the main switch and turned it on illuminating the whole room. you couldn’t possibly sleep now. slowly you paced the room, your thumbnail tucked between your teeth as you tried to figure out your next move. you walked over to your phone and pulled up Seungmin’s number. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard as you thought of a text to send.  

It could be full of venom, the scorned girlfriend with rants of “you cheater” or “it’s over”. or you could go the oblivious girlfriend who is still patiently waiting for her boyfriend to come home to her with texts of “when are you coming home?”. Instead you put your phone facedown on the bed and walked to the closet.  

Your first initial thought was “start packing, don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry” slowly you began to pull items from the top shelves of closet. Empty boxes mostly, all in high places that only Seungmin could reach. you bit your lower lip and spotted the exact box you were looking for. it was a vintage Godiva chocolate tin. A gift from your grandmother that she filled with love letters and small tokens of love that were given to her by your grandpa or were collected over the many happy years they spent together.  

As you knocked it off the shelf you could hear the contents shuffle inside. You sat on the floor of the closet and lifted the lid. The letters and trinkets were now replaced with those of yours and Seungmin’s. Three years all placed delicately in the box that was once filled with fifty plus years of love. 

Your fingertips grazed the contents as you shifted the items finally spotting the one that felt like it was calling you. A simple lined paper that was ripped out of a notebook. Slowly you pulled apart the folds, the paper was thin from the many times you unfolded and refolded the paper over and over again, three years of unfolding and refolding.  

Your eyes skimmed the words, you could recite this entire letter word by word. It was the very first love letter Seungmin ever wrote to you. He was working hard on a new album with his group and had to stay at the dorms more than he would like. It was the beginning of your relationship, and he couldn’t leave you alone for a minute. His fear that you would grow tiresome of his job and move on had him writing to you every moment of free time he could spare. 

Your eyes skimmed until you found the sentence you were looking for… “I'm pretty sure I found my forever in you… I just confirmed it with I.N, you’re the only girl I want in my life. forever.” a salty tear drop fell on the paper soaking into the ink and distorting the word that hit you most “forever”. you sniffled and closed the paper you couldn’t stomach anymore.  

You quickly folded the paper back up and placed it back into the tin, as you reached for another one you could hear the key scrapping against the metal of the deadlock. Seungmin stumbled in and slurred something, he was drunk. You quickly tossed the boxes back up on the shelf along with the tin and hurried out of the closet. You could hear him stumbling in the kitchen looking for the fridge. You turned off the lights and hurried under the covers. 

As you steadied your breath Seungmin entered the room. He was cursing swears under his breath. He unzipped his pants and yanked them down to a pool around his ankles. He nearly tripped over the thick fabric pile as he stepped out. You could hear him fumble around fighting for freedom from his jeans until he was laying in the bed in nothing but his boxers, and hoodie.  

“babe?” Seungmin slurred a pet name for you which you never heard ever, since the three years you been together. You shift your shoulders giving the false appearance that he is disturbing your slumber. “I missed you so much” he sighed as he wrapped his arms around your body. You could feel his lips nuzzle into your neck. He pressed a sloppy kiss against the nape, giving the feeling of more of a snake bite than a loving kiss, because you knew his lips were on another’s neck merely an hour ago. You could smell the alcohol that radiated off his breath and skin as he snuggled closer to you. 

“babe, you should come with us next time” he yawned. “I missed you too much.” You shifted your shoulders again only for him to pull you closer to his chest. His cheek pressed softly against your ear. “I love you.” he slurred before falling into a deep alcohol induced slumber. 

The next morning you left some water and electrolyte water enhancer by his bedstand. You cooked him a simple breakfast of bacon, of course a lot of eggs, and some toast. You placed down some aspirin on the counter knowing he was going to need it after he ate his breakfast. Seungmin entered the kitchen, his lips wrapped around the rim of the glass of water you left for him. “what did you cook?” he asked almost coldly. “hangover special” you teased. Seungmin looked at the time and nearly choked on his water. “is that time right?!” he pointed to the clock on the stove. “yeah.” you replied. “you couldn’t wake me up earlier? I need to be at the JYPE building in five minutes! We’re supposed to go live to promote our comeback.” he hurried to the bedroom. 

You listened to him stumble around and cursing up a storm. He finally emerged from the room and slammed what was left of his water before grabbing the aspirin. “you aren’t going to eat?” you asked and pointed to his already made plate. “does it look like I have time to eat?” he snapped back and hurried out the door. 

You looked at the plate and felt a rage consume your insides. You grabbed the plate and tossed it into the trash can with enough force that it cracked the entire ceramic disk into three big chunks on impact. “I bet he doesn’t talk to his friend like this.” you scoffed as you started to clean up the kitchen before leaving to your part-time job. 

It was hard enough focusing on work, the picture I.N sent you was seared into your brain. Even when you closed your eyes to take deep breaths you could see it. You could only recall all the times he would hurry out of the apartment whenever his phone chimed, was he going to see her?. What about whenever you asked if you could tag along with him on his nights out and he would say you wouldn’t like it, was it because he wanted to be alone with her? Thinking about it too much made you nauseous, finally it was time to clock out.  

You arrived back at the apartment. Seungmin wasn’t back yet, you walked into the kitchen and began to pull items from the fridge and pantry to get dinner started. At least in the kitchen you could take out your aggression on the ingredients and not on Seungmin or his friend. You were chopping the veggies up when you heard Seungmin come back. He looked exhausted, and mostly in agony probably regretting having so much to drink last night.  

“hey, how was the live?” you asked as you checked the meat in the oven. “i missed it.” he sighed. “and I got my ass chewed out for that.” he added. “well, maybe dinner will make you feel better, I’m making your favorite.” you smiled. “i don’t like oven baked chicken.” he scrunched his nose before leaving to the room after seeing a message appear on his phone. You could feel that same rage boiling up again, but you ignored it, excusing his attitude since he was having a bad day. 

Seungmin returned to the kitchen moments later in a new outfit. He started to search the kitchen cabinets and slamming them, making you irritated by his carelessness. “did you pick up any banana kicks?” he frowned looking in the cabinet. “they didn’t have any at the store, but I did get some turtle chips.” you pointed to the bag. “yeah because those are the exact same thing.” he rolled his eyes before slamming the cabinet again. You bit your tongue, you wanted to blurt out “well I bet your friend has all your favorite snacks stocked up right?” but instead you continued to chop up the veggies for the salad.  

“as usual there is nothing here.” Seungmin gripped as he walked past you while typing on his phone. You put the knife down on the countertop and exhaled a deep breath. You went to the sink and started to rinse the stalk of broccoli. As you looked up at your reflection on the window you couldn’t help but transport back to when you and Seungmin first moved into the apartment. Well, you were living there a month before him but he insisted moving in with you because he couldn’t stand being away from you for too long. You remembered how he helped you cook your first ever meal in the house while living together. You could feel him standing behind you, his arms wrapped around your body as he pressed kisses on your exposed skin. You could almost hear the laughter that filled the atmosphere as he poured you both large glasses of wine to enjoy while you both waited for your masterpiece to finish cooking. 

“when’s dinner going to be ready?” Seungmin reentered the kitchen pulling you out of your memory. “in another 20 minutes or so.” you replied as you turned off the sink and went back to your place by the cutting board. “a pizza will be here in that same amount of time and it will be ready to eat.” he commented as he shoved his phone in his pocket. That was the final straw for you, the Seungmin in your memory, in the tin box upstairs was long gone, and the cause? Was likely he was out of love with you and in love with someone new.  

“hey, babe. Can you give me that bowl of broccoli in the sink, I was just washing them.” you looked up at Seungmin as you chopped into the veggies on the cutting board. “Babe?” Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows. “yeah, babe.” you forced and icy smile. “don’t you like that name?” you forced a chop making a loud tap against the wooden board. “no.” Seungmin replied coldly as he put the bowl of broccoli in front of you.  

The silence was as thick as the air in the kitchen as Seungmin found a place on the other side of the island parallel to you. He picked at the bowl of fruit trying to find one that he wanted to snack on while you cooked dinner. “babe.” you bit the tip of your tongue trying to stifle your chuckle. You grabbed one stalk of broccoli and chopped into the vegetable. “can I ask you a question.” you began to force your chops once again. “what?” Seungmin sighed dropping the fruit in his hand back into the bowl.  

“are you-” you gulped trying to find the courage you had a minute ago when you were calling him the nickname he clearly hated. Seungmin raised his eyebrows waiting for you to spit out your question. “are you fucking your friend?” you asked and looked up at him with a stone face.  

“what??” Seungmin’s face twisted with confusion. “are you deaf suddenly?” you stabbed the tip of the knife into the wooden board. Seungmin was speechless, or scared either way he knew he was caught. “are you fucking your friend?” you asked again this time asking more slowly. You pulled the knife from the board and set it down on the countertop. You could feel your anger boiling in your stomach, like a bottle of soda filled with mentos. You held it down best you could, because you wanted an explanation before blowing up.  

Seungmin was quiet, he approached the counter cautiously and leaned against the edge. Seungmin stared blankly at the marble countertop, his palms resting on the cool surface. “Well?” Your lower lip trembled. Seungmin sighed as he dropped his head, a hot breath exhaled from his closed lips as he cleared his throat to finally speak. “I fucking hate these countertops” he mumbled quietly.  

“That’s it!?” You finally felt the anger escape the bottle in your stomach. “The fucking counter tops!?” Seungmin watched the cutting board of chopped veggies fly across the counter until it hit the wall. You made your way around the island and stood on your toes in front of him.  

“Who cares about the fucking counter tops!” You shoved Seungmin with whatever strength you had, not even moving him an inch. “Are you or are you not sleeping with your friend!?” You pushed him again. Seungmin looked away avoiding eye contact with you. He shook his head back and forth before taking a deep breath. “I never slept with her, but I have thought about it” he replied honestly and that hurt more than him actually doing it. “But we made out a few times” he looked at you, his eyes empty and heartless.  

“Made out? What are you guys middle school kids!?” You felt the tears drizzling down your face and gathering in pools under your chin. Seungmin turned away, refusing to see your tears, knowing damn well that he couldn’t threaten whoever caused them because he was the reason. Seungmin retreated to your shared bedroom, but you followed closely.  

“don’t worry about her y/n” you exclaimed as you followed him. “you’re the only girl for me.” you continued until you were both in the room. “does that sound familiar?” your voice trembled. “just drop it okay?!” Seungmin snapped back. “i won’t see any of my friends anymore if that’s what you want!” “you would like that wouldn’t you? Just me and you no one else, just isolated but hey as long as you’re happy and not insecure right?!” Seungmin’s words dripped with venom.  

“you are an asshole Kim Seungmin.” you sniffled and wiped away the tears that were falling down your face. “and you and your friend can both go to hell.” you spat before turning away and heading straight to the share dresser. “ladies and gentlemen we have reached the climax, where y/n packs her stuff and leaves.” Seungmin shouted to an invisible audience. “you’re not going anywhere.” he challenged. “you’re right.” you replied as you continued to throw items on the floor. You turned to Seungmin and kicked the pile towards his feet. “you’re the one who is going.”  

Seungmin looked down at the pile of clothes and identified his shirts, sweats and hoodies. “like hell.” he replied. “i put the money down for this apartment, it’s in my name, and I was the one who picked those counter tops!” you argued back. “now get the fuck out.” you walked to the closet and started to toss out his shoes. “and where do you expect me to go?” he started to pick up his things from the floor. “the dorms? Your friend’s? A hotel? To Hell?!, I don’t care.” you replied coldly. As you pulled down his duffle bag from the top shelf of the closet you pulled down the boxes you shoved back up there last night. 

Everything collapsed down around your feet, you tossed the duffle bag out to him and noticed the lid to the tin popped open, spilling the contents under the empty shoe boxes and hangers from the stuff you ripped off the rod that belonged to Seungmin. You leaned down and picked up some of the paper items before leaving the closet. Seungmin was trying to pick up his items as quickly as you were tossing them out.  

“you’re acting crazy y/n” Seungmin grunted as he shoved everything in the duffle bag you threw out to him. “then go be with someone who is sane.” you walked out of the room and into the living room. Seungmin was behind you, the dufflebag spilled out his clothing and shoes he tried to stuff in, in a hurry. You opened the door and pointed outside, the cold air of the night sending a chill down your spine. “get out.” you instructed. “you’re only going to call me in an hour after you cool off.” he raised an eyebrow. “fat chance.” you argued back. “get out!” you shouted again this time earning a look from the neighbor who was barely coming home.  

Seungmin put his shoes on and walked out the door. “you’re making a mistake y/n” he turned to face you again. “i don’t think so.” you pulled the papers in your hand up so he can see them. You ripped them down the middle before shoving them against his chest and slamming the door shut. Seungmin looked at the papers you just shoved into him and watched them fall to his feet. 

He was about to turn away and just leave it for you to clean up. Until he saw the one that unfolded upon being shoved into him. “you’re Green Tea Bon Deliceaux everyday of the week, and I can’t get enough of you-” the partially ripped paper read. Seungmin dropped his duffle and started to pick up the pieces of paper, his fingers swiped through the pile before finding the other half. “-you’re my favorite person, the only girl for me and I know it’s early to say but I love you.”  

Seungmin felt the dry lump in his throat realizing that the papers that were ripped by his feet and tossed out like trash were some of the letters he wrote to you every night while he was away from you on tour, on mandatory dorm overnights, or while he was having long days at the company building and just missed you. Seungmin gathered the papers and shoved them into the duffle bag, he stepped forward, his fingers balled into a fist hovering over the door. He wanted to knock, he wanted to knock until you grew tired of his knocking and answered. When you answered he wanted to wrap you in his arms and hold you tight enough and plead and beg for your forgiveness, he wanted to recite every letter for you over and over because he could remember each one from heart.  

Instead he stood frozen, he slowly lowered his fist and wrapped his hand around the strap of his bag before turning away and leaving down the stairs. Little to his knowing you were leaning against the door, holding your breath counting in your head the seconds it would take him to knock the door. After hitting fifty, you slowly opened the door and looked outside, he was gone, leaving no trace of his presence. 

You closed the door and brought the back of your hand to your nose as you sniffled and choked out a sob. You could feel the tears watering down your face, he was right you felt like you made the biggest mistake, you couldn’t help but feel like you just hand delivered him gifted wrapped nicely to his friend.  Yet, it wasn't all your fault completely, he was the one being reckless.

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[edenalieth]

i want to believe in forever

Pairing: Seungmin x reader

Genre: angst, hint of fluff

Warnings: none

Summary: Seungmin wants to move on from his heartbreak, however the colorful memories of you are holding him back. 

Words: 1.3K 

A.N: hello guys, cami in the building! it’s my first time writing a seungmin fic (@seungseung-minmin forgive me for not making a cuter one ;v;) it was mostly inspired by the song « the exit » by conan gray which i found really beautiful and true. sorry for the possible mistakes. hope you enjoy, feedbacks are always welcome! ♡ — 231217

He took another sip of the black coffee he was holding on his hand and grimaced. It was already half cold and far too bitter for his liking. For how long did he stare at those high limestone walls ? Apparently long enough for his coffee to turn bad. Spotting the closest bin, he threw the drink away, watching it fall as the lid opened spreading the brown liquid. The winter breeze made him shiver and he buried his hands deeper into the pockets of his coat, trying to warm them up. 

« You can do this, Kim Seungmin », the brown haired boy thought to himself. 

He climbed the stairs silently until he reached the ticket office. A young girl was reading. She was probably just starting her university course and needed this job to gain some money seeing her bored expression. She barely looked at Seungmin before nonchalantly putting down her book with a barely hidden sigh. 

« What can I do for you ? » she asked, visibly annoyed to be interrupted. 

Seungmin cleared his throat « Hmm, one adult ticket please. » 

He was tapping on the small counter with his fingertips, nervous. He was about to tell her that he had changed his mind and turn around but he had promised himself he would do this. It was necessary. Even if it hurt. He knew, he needed to detach his mind and feelings from this place and many others. 

« What is this book about ? » he said, trying some small talk while she was preparing the ticket. She put one out of the drawer of her desk and handed it to him, announcing the price. « Just a regular thriller. » Nothing more, nothing less. He paid and left without further ado. He was sure that, if you had been there, you would have managed to pick that girl’s interest, even just a little. That’s how you were, solar, attracting people around you like a magnet. However, you hadn’t been by his side for months now, he had to move on. 

When he entered the familiar hall, he was greeted by the unique scent of museum and all its splendor. Soon, he was surrounded by history and felt so little and insignifiant, as well as mesmerized by the beauty of those masterpieces he had seen so many times with you. When you used to call yourselves « us », you had made a ritual to visit this place once a month. The museum was big enough for you to always discover small details you hadn’t seen before or to explore the temporary exhibition. Since your breakup, he avoided this place like the plague. Yet here he was, feeling his heart clenching as he looked at the paintings. One of your favorite hobby was to tell him stories when you analyzed a canvas. Your imagination was overflowing and never missed to make him laugh, which sometimes made you incur the wrath of the visitors and security. No one was here to make him laugh today and loneliness weighed heavily on his shoulders. He didn’t have this talent. He would just skim through the description next to it. Colors seemed dull compared to the vivid memories of you, scarring his heart mercilessly. He felt his throat getting tight. He had chosen the museum to start his healing journey because he knew he wouldn’t be able to cry without being heard. He had shed tears more than he would even admit. Was it truly helping though ? Or what is it just him blowing on the embers of your lost love. 

He sat down on the leathered bench, facing your favorite art. It was a pretty simple one, a cottage on the countryside, using impressionism technique. The first time you saw it, you went strangely quiet. You were like absorbed by it. He remembered how you leaned on his shoulder, intertwining your fingers with his. « I can picture us living there. » you had softly whispered. « It would be the embodiment of our love, our safe place. Growing old together, laughs of our kids and grand-kids filling the rooms. Am I allowed to dream about this ? » your voice had seemed insecure, seeing you vulnerable like that was rare. « Yes and it will be our dream from now on. » he had replied, brushing his nose against yours before tenderly kissing you. Warmth had filled his body, his heart melting like ice under a scorching sun, your touch permanently marking his skin. A dream. Was it all it had been ? Just something made up by his cruel mind ? No. He still could remember the sensation of your skin on his, the scent of your shampoo, the little habits you had, the sound of your giggle. 

Recalling these memories was like torture. The grip he had on the bench became stronger, his knuckles turning white. If only he had noticed how left out you felt sometimes. Maybe, you would be next to him, still daydreaming about your perfect house. Or, perhaps, you just weren’t meant to build one together. This thought turned his vision into blurry shapes. « Shit ». He didn’t want to cry in public. He stood up hastily and looked for the exit. Wandering between the corridors, his steps echoing on the cold ground, the artworks seemed like moving stains. It was as if the walls were tightening around him and he was tempted to rush out of here to get some air. However, his run was abruptly stopped when the object of his obvious desire showed up. You. 

You were there. Your arm around the waist of someone who wasn’t him. His mind went blank for a second. It couldn’t be, right ? He swallowed the sobs that were trying to escape his throat, his hands shaking. He thought you were both sharing the same wounds, that you were still mourning your old feelings. His were surely not buried yet. Still, there was no mistaken. You looked happier now and you had already found someone to miss. He wanted to let himself drown into the abyss of his sorrow. He almost called out your name, every single letter which used to roll on his tongue like honey, addictive like a drug, tasted sour. He had to leash his heart not to break down and try to get you back again. He had tried but you already had built up a wall to protect your opened wounds. His were still raw. 

Were you going to tell this man the same stories you had told him ? Did your « I » became a « we » when you met him ? In fact, he didn’t want to know. He wanted to forget you for a time, to get strong enough to be able to talk about you as a young love that bloomed too fast and wilted in the process. He couldn’t blame you for getting everything you wanted. 

He stared at you, as your eyes spoke for you, full of some love that used to be his. Each step you took leading you towards your ideal. Deep down your heart, feels for Seungmin were still waiting to be set on fire again. However, the ones you had for your new lover were stronger and you wanted to cherish them. It was a painful sight for Seungmin and he wished someone would rip his heart for it to get numb. He had to let you go. He was still standing at the exit before he opened the glass door. 

Immediately, the cold bit his flesh, tears rolling down his cheeks and burning his skin. 

« I want to believe in forever » he thought, you just weren’t meant to be his. 

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8:39 PM ~ *Kim Seungmin*

Summary: Being a student is hard work. At least you have Seungmin to suffer right along with you.

Pairing: Kim Seungmin X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 318

Warning: Homework stress

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“How’s the studying going?”

Seungmin and you groaned in unison. Chris just laughed before setting a tupperware box down on Seungmin’s desk. He glanced at it.

“Did Felix make these brownies?”

“Yeah, he thought the two of you could use a snack break. Good luck. I do not envy either of you.”

Chris left with another laugh and you sighed. You laid back and rubbed your eyes while Seungmin opened the tupperware. You hated studying, but it had to be done. At least Seungmin was suffering with you.

“Want one?”

You looked up at the brownies Seungmin was offering you. You nodded. “Thanks.”

The two of you ate in silence before you spoke up. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing?”

Seungmin shook his head. “Mr Jeong’s lessons are always so hard!”

“Right?” You nodded before glancing back at your own homework. “I’m convinced trigonometry is some kind of mental torture device.”

“Yeah. At least Mrs. Son’s history work wasn’t so bad.” He admitted, swiping another brownie.

You nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. Also, I have some photography homework to complete as well. Can you help me with that?”

He nodded. “Sure. What do you need me to do?”

“I just need to do some simple portraits.” You explained. “I’m also going to ask the rest of Stray Kids to help out as well.”

“You’ll definitely have enough portraits then.” He snickered. “I know Changbin, Jisung, and Hyunjin will take up most of them. They might even ask to have some to keep if they’re done well enough.”

You nodded, smiling at the thought before it disappeared. “But first, math homework.”

Seungmin whined, “Don’t remind me.”

“It has to be done.”

“But we’re not done with the brownies yet!”

You should’ve protested, but he made an excellent point. “You’re right. We still have some left. Alright, brownies, math, and then pictures. Sounds like a plan?”

“Works for me.”

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Teach Me Love - Skz/Atz Fanfiction

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Pairing: Jeong Yunho/Kim Seungmin Tags: Slow Burn, Romance, Mild Angst, First Kiss, Canon Compliant Word Count: 16k Summary:  Seungmin and Yunho are starring in a Drama together as the romantic leads. Seungmin has never been in love, but Yunho helps him with that dilemma. Seungmin learns a lot about himself along the way. A/N: My Stray Kids/Ateez Agenda continues. I've been working on this for a while and finally it's done!!!I actually didn't know anything about Imitation when I started writing this, but like halfway through I watched Imitation in its entirity and I actually reference one of the scenes in this fic. If you've watched Imitation, you'll know. If you didn't watch it, don't worry. Originally, I started writing this because I saw a pattern of idols acting in bl dramas. Like I watched the kdrama Semantic Error, which has two idols playing the romantic leads and it had my brain working overtime. Highly recommend this btw if someone is looking for a good BL show, it's absolutely fantastic. But I also watched Light on Me, which is ALSO a bl kdrama that has idols in main roles (more like main side characters, but still). I also know about Color Rush. I hope they make more bl dramas with Idols in main roles. Especially idols are still idols Anyway, enough rambling, I hope y'all enjoy!!! <3 Feedback is more than welcome :3c (This is for one of the monthly prompts in our server Clownracha Big kisses and hugs for @felixtok​ for beta reading :3) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Falling in love looked so easy in dramas. First came the eye contact and then the sparks would fly, like they were always meant to be. The universe would bring them together with coincidences that sometimes seemed so wild, Seungmin wondered how anyone could believe it. Falling in love looked too easy. Unrealistic.

Maybe Seungmin was just mad, because he never had fallen in love. Other people had told him a lot of it made sense. Even if the love came later, there was this feeling it was always there once you realize it, like fate had planned for this. They all spoke of it like the universe had a soulmate for everyone.

Seungmin didn't understand any of it. Love came as easy to him as human-talk to a dog. It was a mystery, a lie, something so far away he wondered if he could ever reach it. And he wanted to reach it. Seeing his friends find partners had him feel jealous, every kiss and glance and sweet word exchanged pulled at his heart. He wanted to know how it feels. Even if it was fake.

So when the opportunity came up to play the main lead in a romantic drama, he immediately said yes. It was the closest he would come to falling in love. Acting came with a certain level of immersion, after all.

Seungmin just didn't expect that a friend would join him on this journey.

"Hey! Long time no see!" Yunho smiled. That huge puppy smile that had Seungmin swallow heavily.

"Yeah. We've all been too busy lately."

Yunho sighed. "A tragedy, really. I always forget to ask for your number when we meet."

"My number?"

"Yeah. Well, everyone’s number. I only got Minho-hyung's."

Seungmin nodded, eyes drifting away, wandering over the table. They settled on the plastic cup Yunho was holding. His long fingers dwarfed the cup, making Seungmin wonder how big his hands were exactly. He stared down at his own. His own weren't small, but they seemed tiny in comparison.

"Are you okay, Minnie?"

Seungmin glanced up, blinking.

"Yeah."

"I know, it's kind of, well, weird." Yunho chuckled. "I also didn't expect to know my co-star."

Seungmin nodded again. "Why did you agree to this?"

"Curiosity. I acted in a drama last year, but only got to be the rejected love interest. It sounded nice to be the first choice."

"Ah."

Yunho tilted his head a little. He was unfairly handsome, Seungmin thought. Smooth facial structure sculpted by the gods, pretty lips that looked as soft as marshmallows, deep brown eyes that seemed to want to take Seungmin apart piece by piece. He was sweet candy. Seungmin understood why he was so popular.

Yunho leaned a little over the table and put his chin in his palm.

"And why did you agree to this?"

"To avoid the other members."

Yunho chuckled. A small smile played around Seungmin's lips.

"Constantly seeing them gets exhausting," Seungmin continued.

"I know what you mean." Yunho sighed dramatically. "I adore them, but especially San with his constant hugging makes me question my career choice."

"He can't be as bad as Chan hyung."

"No, trust me. I haven't slept in my bed alone for a whole week."

Seungmin's eyes widened. "You sleep in the same bed?"

Yunho nodded, smiling so sweetly. Too sweet. As if cuddling your friends to sleep was normal. It's what Chan and Changbin always said until the recent shoot of 2 Kids Room. Were Yunho and San like that too? Seungmin didn't even know if they were gay, but he did think San had a crush on Wooyoung.

Seungmin frowned. Why did he even care?

"Are you okay?" Yunho asked.

"Yeah."

"You know…" Yunho leaned in closer, reaching out a hand, but pulled back immediately. "If you don't want to do this together, I can give the role to someone else."

Seungmin opened his mouth to agree, but the words died on his tongue. It would have been easier to just say yes. Acting like he's in love with Yunho, it had to be a bad idea. Seungmin couldn't imagine that it wouldn't make their friendship weird. How actors stayed friends after this was a mystery. Just like so many other things.

"It's okay," Seungmin said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. It will be fun!"

Maybe it made the acting easier if he was familiar with the other person. He was comfortable with Yunho. He liked Yunho. If it was true what other people said, then love wasn't so far away from what one felt for friends. The added bonus was that love made you want to kiss the other person, and Seungmin did sometimes wonder how it would feel to kiss Yunho. It was only ever Yunho that made him think that, and that had to be good enough to pretend Seungmin is in love with him.

Yunho smiled and raised his plastic cup.

"To great teamwork, then!"

Seungmin smiled back.

"I can't wait."

~~~~~~~~~~~

The first meeting was a crucial part of every romantic drama. That first spark had to come across, no matter how the relationship started. Friends, enemies, co-workers - anything was possible, as long as the beginning established the fire that would slowly grow across the story.

Seungmin remembered well the first time he met Yunho. It was only a month or so before Kingdom, when Wooyoung dragged him and Yeosang to the Stray Kids dorm to hang out with Changbin. Naturally, the group grew as some of the other SKZ members got curious about the movie they were watching.

Seungmin ignored them as much as he could. He didn't have the energy to meet new people, and he stayed in the bedroom. Of course, one could only stay in bed for so long before natural needs forced him to get up. That time, it was a dry throat and a cough that grew uncomfortable.

He peeked out of the room, evaluating the situation. Everyone seemed engrossed in the movie, and Seungmin tiptoed past them towards the kitchen. His eyes stayed fixed on the group on the couch, silent prayers running through his mind.

It was easy. Everything easy came with a price, and Seungmin had half a heart attack as he collided with a firm body, like running into a wall. He gasped and the rustling of someone moving on the couch reached his ear. Before he could even assess the situation, Seungmin grabbed the other man's arm and dragged him into the kitchen, slamming the door shut behind him.

One crisis was avoided, but that opened up a whole new one.

Seungmin let his shoulders slump and glanced at the closed door. Naturally, his eyes drifted to the figure right next to it. Like a magnet, they traveled higher and higher until he locked eyes with Yunho.

"Oh fuck."

Seungmin slapped a hand over his mouth and heat creeped into his cheeks. He had honestly thought it was Chan or Changbin that he had grabbed, but instead, there was this tall stranger with puppy eyes and a laugh that branded itself into Seungmin's mind.

"I'm sorry! I thought- I-"

Seungmin pressed his lips thin and bowed deep.

"You okay?" Yunho asked.

Slowly, Seungmin looked up again. Genuine concern softened the handsome face despite the amused smile.

"I…yes. I'm really sorry. I kinda…panicked."

"I could tell. Did you avoid us?"

Seungmin frowned and glanced at the door.

"I didn't want to talk to anyone…"

"Understandable. Especially with Wooyoung being one of the options."

A small chuckle escaped Seungmin, his heart just a little lighter. Yunho grinned and gestured towards himself.

"I'm Yunho by the way!"

"I know."

"Ah, right. Sorry. Sometimes I forget that people know me."

Seungmin huffed in amusement.

"Do you know me?"

Yunho raised an eyebrow, humming. He looked genuinely thoughtful, and only the twitch in the corners of his mouth exposed his real intentions.

"Let me guess. Braces-"

Seungmin resisted the urge to cover his mouth again.

"-cute-"

The heat grew stronger in Seungmin's cheeks.

"-and seems to be a bit of a brat. I guess you're Seungmin."

"How could you possibly know I'm a brat?"

"Trust me, spending years with Wooyoung will give you a sixth sense for that."

Seungmin laughed. He laughed a lot that day, because Yunho ended up following him to the bedroom, and they sat together on Seungmin's bed until Wooyoung and Yeosang decided they wanted to go home.

Seungmin missed the warm body next to him the moment Yunho stood up. He said goodbye with a bright smile, a smile that had stayed in Seungmin's mind even as he fell asleep.

It was one of the few times Seungmin clicked with someone instantly. He was sure they would become good friends, but with their busy schedules and inability to exchange numbers, it all died down a little. During Kingdom, they took every and any opportunity to spend time together. It was barely anything. Never enough. Seungmin missed his smile every time they had to part.

Maybe it was an act of fate that they ended up in this acting project together. No matter how much it might destroy their friendship, Seungmin would treasure the time they had together.

Except, the first day was already driving Seungmin insane. He had read the script over and over again in preparation, and he still found himself lost. Especially when they were told to prepare for the scene where their characters first meet.

It was important. Essential. It had to hit. But Seungmin stared at the script. He was worried.

A cold can was pressed against his forehead and he shuddered, clutching the script tighter. It crumbled at the edges under his fingers, and Yunho clicked his tongue.

"Careful. The poor paper."

Seungmin glared up at him.

"Don't scare me then!"

Yunho laughed. The sound radiated through Seungmin's senses right into his chest, warming his heart like no one else ever did.

"Sorry, Minnie. I got you a drink."

Seungmin put the script aside and accepted the offered drink. The cool surface soothed some of the heat crawling under his skin, but it could only do so much when the source of the warmth sat down next to him on the bench.

"That's my favorite," Seungmin said, holding up the can.

The melting water dripped all over his thigh, and Seungmin whipped it down with the edge of his shirt, exposing some of his stomach in the process. Yunho watched.

"I know."

"How?"

Seungmin dropped his shirt and cracked the can open. It hissed, releasing the sweet scent of watermelon, but it barely stood a chance against Yunho's cologne.

Yunho glanced back up and smiled.

"Minho hyung told me."

"Oh. How does he know?"

Yunho chuckled. "Maybe he's just interested in your life."

"If you get him to admit that, I will take you out for dinner."

"Can I get a dinner regardless?"

"Only if you pay."

"Deal!"

Seungmin huffed and took a big sip from his drink. His eyes didn't leave Yunho though, fixated on his big hand running through his hair and playing with his ear. A hint of red painted Yunho's cheekbones, and his pupils darted all over the place. They settled on Seungmin. Yunho turned his head towards him as well, resting his chin on his palm.

"Are you excited for our first scene together?"

"Yes…"

"But?"

Seungmin raised an eyebrow.

Yunho smiled. "Just sounds like you're unsure."

"I…" Pursing his lips, Seungmin glanced at the script. "I have to pretend to fall into your arms, but it sounds a bit scary."

"Do you not trust me to catch you?"

"It's not that…"

Yunho hummed. He looked around again, as if searching for something, but it was just them in the small room. His eyes came back to Seungmin. He pushed himself to his feet, putting his drink aside and then doing the same with Seungmin's, leaving nothing but water droplets running down his palm.

A frown pulled at Seungmin's face.

"What are you doing?"

Yunho grinned. "Let's try a trust fall."

"A trust fall."

"Yeah! It will help."

"I do trust that you can catch me."

"Then what's the problem?"

Seungmin dropped his gaze. Actually, what was the problem? Maybe he didn't trust Yunho after all. He had only done it once with the other members, which had been terrifying. Difficult.

Sighing, he looked back up at Yunho.

"Okay, let's do it."

Slowly, he pushed himself off the bench, wiping his hands on his pants. Yunho held out his arms with a patient smile. Seungmin looked them up and down, hesitating, but ultimately, he turned around. Fingertips brushed against his back like trying to reassure him, but it only had Seungmin's heart beat faster.

It felt silly. Like Yunho was going to make fun of him any second, but nothing. Silence. That was somehow even worse, because Seungmin couldn't be sure Yunho still stood behind him. There was only this radiating heat of another body, and that was easily imagined. Seungmin didn't think Yunho would leave him hanging, or falling, in that case, but Seungmin still found himself unsure.

He wondered why. He trusted Yunho, he was sure Yunho would catch him, but perhaps that was the problem.

Yunho.

Getting so close to him. Something about his presence always had Seungmin feel weird - warm, overwhelmed, lost. He didn't know why. It confused him, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't say why his heart ran a race every time Yunho got close.

Damn that feeling. If he didn't get over himself, this whole thing would fail, and he really wanted to act in this drama. Especially with Yunho.

Seungmin breathed in deeply. With the exhale, he began to lean back. The floor slipped away underneath him. Seungmin squeezed his eyes shut, his heart sinking into his stomach. Two strong arms wrapped around his body before he could even comprehend the fall.

A soft gasp slipped his tongue. Seungmin scrambled so that one foot found steady ground, but he didn't dare to move much else. Not with the firm chest pressed against the back of his head and the big hands splayed over his torso. Both things he became aware of too quickly as he calmed.

Seungmin stared down at the arms, blinking once, twice. Veins snaked underneath the skin as he traced them to Yunho's biceps. The muscles flexed with the effort to keep Seungmin up, but was it that much of an effort? His hold was stable, easy. He didn't even try to get Seungmin back on his feet.

Seungmin dropped his head back and met Yunho's eyes. A smile adorned his lips, laced with something Seungmin had never seen on his expression before. It stretched all over his face and sparked dark in his blown pupils, but Seungmin had no idea what it meant.

"Are you okay?" Yunho asked, his voice so low and close, it chased a shiver down Seungmin's spine.

"Yeah…" He swallowed. "Are you?"

Yunho leaned down, drawing closer. Seungmin instinctively ducked, but he only found himself pressing further into the broad body holding him up. Amusement sparked across Yunho's expression, overwhelming what Seungmin had noticed before.

"I am. You're really light, you know?"

Heat crawled into Seungmin's cheeks as he shook his head.

"No? But you are," Yunho continued.

"Maybe you're just strong."

Yunho chuckled. The sound seemed to rumble through his whole body, shaking Seungmin as well.

"I'm serious, hyung!"

"Okay, okay. If you say so."

Grinning, Yunho tightened his grip and gently tugged. Seungmin followed the pressure until he found a steady stance. The arms loosened around him, but remained in place, a warm weight right under his chest. Like this, Seungmin had no choice but to press closer against Yunho. Heat seeped into his back where it touched Yunho's broad chest.

Everything was hot. Too hot. Seungmin swallowed, but his throat was tight, every word he could have said struggling to crawl out. Sweat gathered in his neck and along his forehead. Yunho's cologne fluttered around Seungmin, too heavy to ignore. It made his head spin and breathing even harder.

"Seungminnie…"

Seungmin’s chest tightened, heart fluttering high, high above the clouds.

"Yes?"

"You smell really nice."

Seungmin sucked in a sharp breath. His cheeks burned, and he dropped his head further, focusing on the floor, but with Yunho's arms in his field of vision, he could only ignore the other man so much.

"T-thanks, hyung."

"Like flowers. Sweet." Yunho leaned down and buried his nose in Seungmin's hair. "It's your shampoo, right?"

Seungmin swore his heart swelled in size. He could taste it in his throat, this feeling he could never quite place.

"Yeah. It's Felix's. I really like it."

Yunho hummed. "I figured. It suits you, though. You're sweet too."

It took every bit of willpower for Seungmin not to bury his face in his hands. He should have gotten an award for this kind of strength. Especially when Yunho dipped his head lower and his breath ghosted along the shell of Seungmin's ear.

"If you were a candy, I would eat you every day," Yunho whispered.

A weird noise choked out between Seungmin's lips. A whine? Something like that. Definitely something jarring that had Seungmin snap out of his trance.

He pulled Yunho's arms off and turned on his heel. His shoe got stuck on the floor. An instant moment felt like several as gravity got the better of him. It dragged him backwards. Long fingers curled around his wrist and an arm snaked around his waist.

Seungmin blinked through the shock and looked up, finding Yunho's wide eyes. Concern pulled at his expression, mixed with surprise. Most importantly, though, his face was too close.

Seungmin's heart skipped a few beats. His whole face seemed to be on fire, the heat crawling down his neck and into his ears. He opened his mouth and closed it again. Yunho just stared, pupils darting all over Seungmin's face and down his body.

"Are you okay?"

"I…I think so."

Yunho sighed in relief and found Seungmin's gaze again. A small smile curled his lips, so handsome, Seungmin's heart did a whole backflip.

"You know…"

Yunho gently pushed Seungmin back on his feet. Those long fingers loosened their grip on his wrist until they untangled entirely, and only a warm palm pressed against the small Seungmin's back.

"If you wanted to try out another trust fall, you could have just told me."

"It's not- I didn't mean-"

Seungmin groaned, throwing his hands over his face, and Yunho laughed. That same stupidly addictive laugh that warmed Seungmin's chest and had him smile as well.

"I didn't mean to…"

Yunho patted his back, grinning from ear to ear.

"I know, I know. It was good training, though."

Seungmin huffed with mild amusement. "I guess."

"If we do it like this in front of the camera, it will be perfect."

"I'm not going to be able to fall like that on command."

Another pat on the back. Seungmin glared, but Yunho only leaned in closer, smirking.

"We'll figure this out together."

"Okay."

And they did eventually figure it out. It only took two takes for the scene to work as expected, the first only ruined by Seungmin forgetting his line. Who could blame him when Yunho smiled at him like Seungmin held the stars in his hands? No matter how much of it he knew was acting, his heart fluttered nonetheless during both takes, but at least the second time he remembered how to actually talk. He still fumbled through his lines, but everyone seemed satisfied with his performance.

Was that how people in love acted? Seungmin watched a lot of dramas and being nervous was something people always seem to expect from someone in love. Stuttering while talking, being clumsy, sweaty hands and an overwhelmed mind. It was exactly how Seungmin felt around Yunho. He supposed it was useful for acting, that he could draw a similar experience from somewhere.

The question was just why did Yunho make him feel this way?

~~~~~~~~~~~

Yunho was amazing. There was no other way to put this. If Seungmin tried to break it down, he would have spent a whole day listing every positive adjective that came to his mind. From his handsome face and pretty smile to how easily he got people - especially Seungmin - to laugh. Not even including Yunho’s kindness and understanding. It was a lot. Trying to think of a single flaw seemed impossible.

Watching him act only added to the list. Yunho just looked cool, always so focused, striving for perfection. And he was perfect. Seungmin found himself lost in anything that was Yunho more than once. Not that it was anything new, but now it made Seungmin forget lines and cues. The fact that nobody had taken him aside yet to give him a firm telling off was a miracle, really. He would have done it in their shoes.

But it wasn't his fault his mind went blank every time Yunho smiled at him. Those smiles that were all an act, sweet and dripping with love, eyes sparkling like Seungmin was special, they would have done something to everyone.

Seungmin sighed, sinking deeper into his chair. Another scene with Yunho was awaiting him and maybe if he fucked up this time, they would give him a lecture, because really there wasn't anything he should be able to fuck up. He was supposed to pretend to be asleep. Easy. Just lay there and not move. Anyone could do that. It was what Yunho was supposed to do that had Seungmin worried.

Another sigh slipped through his lips as he threw back his head, eyes squeezed shut. It was stupid. All of it. Like, Yunho had put a spell on him that made him a worse actor. Just his sheer presence had Seungmin's focus slip away and words fumble. The fact that they only had scenes where they talked or stared at each other yearningly - except for that first scene - was the only reason Seungmin hadn't lost his mind yet.

But now Yunho was supposed to touch his face, and they expected Seungmin to stay still?

He wanted to cry.

"Drink?"

Seungmin looked up, right into Yunho's deep eyes. He didn't even register the can in his hand until it pressed against his cheek. He shuddered and ducked away from the cold aluminum, causing Yunho to laugh.

"Sorry. I need to start warning you."

Seungmin huffed. "Or you stop shoving cold things into my face."

"I can shove warm things into your face instead."

"Like what?"

Yunho held up the can, raising an eyebrow. "Like this if you don't drink it now."

"What if I don't want to?"

"And you tried to deny that you're a brat."

Seungmin laughed. Some of the tension loosened with it, and he took a deep breath. He accepted the can, wiping the excessive water from the condensation on his pants. The sweet watermelon melted on his tongue and soothed even more of the tension, enough that he felt like he could actually think rationally.

That was until he glanced over at Yunho, who emptied his water bottle almost in one go. A soft flush dusted his cheeks as he gasped for air. A drop of water spilled from the corner of his mouth and trailed down his chin and neck, where Yunho wiped it off. He pursed his lips, mumbling something. Seungmin could only stare.

"Right, Minnie?"

"W-what?"

Yunho chuckled. "It's hot today, isn't it?"

"Ah. Right. Yeah, but it could be worse."

"That's true, but I would rather bathe in ice water than sit here."

Without much thought, Seungmin reached out and pressed his cold can against Yunho's forehead. He sighed deeply and leaned in closer. For a moment, he closed his eyes while Seungmin rolled the can along his skin. Only when all the cold seemed to be gone, did Yunho meet his eyes.

Seungmin stilled. The corners of Yunho's eyes crinkled with the smile forming on his lips.

"Thanks."

Seungmin quickly pulled back and nodded, gaze dropping to the can. It had warmed up quite a bit from Yunho's skin. Drinking from it suddenly felt weird, and Seungmin put it aside, right next to his forgotten script. He frowned.

"Hyung…"

Sitting back, Seungmin met Yunho's eyes again.

"Do you…We have to film the scene next where you…your character finds mine asleep, right?"

"Yeah."

"Ah."

Yunho raised an eyebrow and leaned in even closer. His pupils seemed to dart all over Seungmin's face, peeling away every layer until they found what they were looking for.

"Are you nervous?"

"No…"

"It's okay if you are," Yunho said, tilting his head. "I know you're not big on skinship."

"Did Minho hyung tell you that too?"

Chuckling, Yunho nodded.

"It feels like you two are constantly talking about me."

"If it makes you uncomfortable, we can stop-" "No!"

Yunho's eyes widened. Something sparked in them, something that Seungmin couldn't catch fast enough.

He cleared his throat.

"It's okay. I just don't get why."

Yunho slowly nodded. "Why not? I'm curious about you."

"Curious? About me?"

"Yes. We're working together after all."

"Right…"

Of course, it was about that. Seungmin didn't know what else he expected, but he couldn't lie about the disappointment sinking in his chest. He looked down on his script.

"Maybe I am a little nervous," Seungmin said.

"That's understandable."

"Hyung-"

Their eyes met. A warm shiver chased down Seungmin's back. He almost forgot what he wanted to say.

"-can we try it out first? Like with the trust fall."

Yunho blinked. "You mean…you want me to touch your face?"

"Yes. If that's okay."

"Of course!"

Seungmin twitched at the volume of Yunho's voice, eyes growing wide. Yunho bowed his head and cleared his throat.

"Of course. Yeah. We can do it. Just…" He looked back up, shuffling closer with his chair. "Just tell me if you want to stop."

Seungmin nodded. Gripping the armrest, he leaned in closer. Yunho did the same and lifted his hands. Seungmin followed them from the corner of his eyes, throat tight with the breath he was holding. They drew closer and closer, every second stretching like minutes.

Heat settled on Seungmin's cheeks, tingling where he expected Yunho to touch, and his fingers gripped tighter around the armrest. A brush of skin against skin had him weak in the knees and even sitting, he felt like he was losing balance.

And then finally, fingertips pressed against Seungmin's skin. They traced along his jaw all the way up to his ear. Seungmin didn't dare to move, willing away the shiver threatening to crawl up his back. Every breath strained his chest, and it was almost frustrating how calm Yunho looked. The only hint of embarrassment was his inability to hold eye contact, pupils shaking to focus on anything else about Seungmin's face.

"Your skin is so soft," Yunho whispered.

His other hand found its place as well, and he properly cupped Seungmin's cheeks in his palms. Gentle. So gentle. Like handling fragile glass. Only the slightest bit of pressure danced where his fingertips warmed Seungmin's skin.

Their eyes met and both inhaled deeply.

"Soft?"

Yunho nodded. "It fits how cute you are, though."

"C-cute?"

"So cute."

The sweetest smile curled Yunho's lips. Much too similar to how he would look at Seungmin while on camera. Books were right when they described someone’s eyes as sparkling, like stars filled the space around Yunho's dilated pupils. Seungmin understood why people liked to watch the night sky.

They both leaned in closer. Yunho's thumbs rubbed gently along Seungmin's cheekbones, fueling the heat stretching everywhere he touched. Their breaths mingled as the space between them grew smaller. Seungmin tasted his heart in his throat.

Someone called their names. They both jumped in their seats, pulling away almost simultaneously. Seungmin dropped his head back. The ceiling suddenly seemed like the most interesting thing in the universe. A deep sigh echoed beside him, but Seungmin chose to ignore it, while in the back of his mind he wondered what it meant.

Annoyance? Disappointment? But for what?

Seungmin shook those thoughts off, just as the door opened and one of the staff members peeked inside.

"Break is over."

"Okay, we'll be right there," Yunho said, the small smile so forced, even Seungmin could tell.

He froze as Yunho turned his head back to him. Something sparked across his expression, something akin to curiosity, but it melted away with another smile, this one much more real. Seungmin melted with it.

"Are you ready?" Yunho asked.

No. The answer was a definite no. Not with sweat dripping in his neck and his heart threatening to jump out of his chest.

"Yes."

"Good. Let's go then."

Seungmin nodded, but it still took him a moment to actually get up. His legs felt like jelly and every muscle protested against moving, like it begged for him to stay there, as if Yunho would come back and touch him again.

It was just nice. Seungmin couldn't think of any other reason why he would want it to happen again. He wasn't big on skinship, but something about the gentle pressure of Yunho's big hands, the warmth, the look on his face, Seungmin shuddered at the mere thought of it all.

He couldn't forget about it, even as the camera turned on. It was a blessing Seungmin only had to lay there, pretending to sleep, because he might have just passed out when Yunho's fingertips caressed his cheek again. His heart skipped a beat as they trailed his bottom lip and his legs twitched under the table, a motion thankfully hidden from the cameras. And from Yunho. Seungmin didn't want to explain why he reacted so strongly to such a simple touch, because really, he had no idea himself.

Yunho was yet another mystery to be solved.

~~~~~~~~~~

Denial was a man's greatest strength and weakness all at the same time. Everyone did it, consciously or not. A tool that could help, but also ruin. In Seungmin's case, it did the latter.

He had stopped counting the times he had read the script. Enough to know every line like the back of his hand, not just his own. Seungmin knew this scene would happen. It was so easy to say "It's still a bit till we get there, I'll be ready when it happens". Denial 101.

In truth, Seungmin wasn't ready.

"You and this boy, is it true?" his 'father' asked.

Seungmin stiffened. It wasn't even acted. He looked up, his mind going too fast, but he caught the line he was supposed to say just in time.

"What boy?"

"You know who. The one that brought you home the other day."

"Ah…I…He's just a friend."

Inhale. Exhale. Seungmin tightened his hand around the glass of water as he lifted it to his lips. The cameras burned on his skin, the water stale, disgusting.

Somewhere among the crew was Yunho and Seungmin wished he could look around to find him, but his eyes stayed fixed on the actor right in front of him.

"A friend," the man said, the tone so perfect.

Too perfect. Too real. Cold. Judging.

Seungmin pressed his lips together, just subtle enough that no one noticed.

"A friend," Seungmin repeated.

He flinched as the other man slammed his hand on the table, glasses and cutlery shaking with the impact. A sick sensation crawled up Seungmin's throat. He swallowed against it, blinking away the building burn in his eyes.

"So you and him," His 'father' cleared his throat, "you're not a couple?"

"What? No! No. It's all rumors."

"It better be. It's bad enough he's your friend, but a couple?" The man shook his head. "You know how bad that would be?"

"Why?"

"Excuse me?"

Seungmin inhaled deeply and looked up again. His chest strained, his throat tight, protesting against every word. That was not what he was meant to say, was it? He couldn't tell. The script, his lines, he couldn't find it in the whirling mess of thoughts.

"Why is he so bad?"

"He's gay. I don't want you to be around such people."

The ill feeling spread further inside Seungmin, nesting itself in his mind and around his heart and deep in his stomach.

He swallowed and jumped to his feet.

"I'm gay too."

"What?"

"I said-"

"No, I heard you, but you better be joking," the other man said, every word dripping with venom.

Seungmin met his eyes.

It wasn't real.

It was fine.

He was fine.

He was safe.

"I'm not joking."

The other man jumped up as well and his chair tumbled to the floor. Seungmin flinched, heart racing, mind spinning. He stared down at the table through a blur, and every breath struggled past his throat.

"My son is not gay!"

"He is."

"No! No, absolutely not."

"But I am! I- Why is it so bad?"

"You're not my son."

Seungmin shuddered at the calmness of his 'father's' voice. No, not exactly calm, but indifferent. That was even worse than being yelled at. It had been the worst thing about his real father's reaction too.

"You can't do that…"

"But I can. Now leave."

The man pointed towards the front door, just past the camera crew. Seungmin followed the finger and his heart skipped a beat as his eyes met another familiar pair. Yunho frowned deeply, arms crossed, eyes darting back and forth between Seungmin and the camera crew.

Slowly, Seungmin turned back to the older man in front of him, Yunho's gaze like a spell holding him captive.

"I'm your son! You can't kick me out!"

Another slam on the table echoed in the room. Seungmin's eyes widened, tears burning along the edge. What even was scripted anymore? It all seemed like a surreal parody of that conversation months ago.

"Get out!"

"But-"

"Out! Now!"

Seungmin jerked away from the other man's hand that tried to grab him. It wasn't supposed to go like this. His 'father' was going to drag him to the door by the sleeve, but Seungmin couldn't help it.

No one called for them to stop. His co actor stared in surprise and Seungmin opened his mouth to apologize, but his voice broke into a sob instead. He turned on his heel as the first tears spilled down his cheeks. The world twisted before him and he stumbled, but didn't fall, reaching the door just as people finally called out to him.

He wasn't supposed to actually leave the room, but he couldn't breathe. He needed air. He needed to leave.

Cool air greeted him as the second door swung open. Seungmin gasped, eyes squeezed shut. He shuddered with the crawling cold, a harsh contrast against the fire stretching under his skin.

It was welcomed.

Seungmin melted into the soothing touch, letting the wind play with his air and dry the tears spilling and spilling and-

"Seungmin!"

The door flew open again. Seungmin twitched and would have run away again if not for the long fingers curling around his wrist. He stilled, eyes still closed, but the storm in his mind fell silent as another body drew closer. Seungmin instinctively leaned into the new source of warmth, so different from the uncomfortable burn.

"Seungmin. Hey-"

The fingers slipped away, only for a heavy palm to find its place on Seungmin's back.

"-are you okay?"

Seungmin shook his head, blinking through the blur. More tears trailed his skin and a finger, that wasn't his, brushed them away. As the world slowly came back into focus, Seungmin found eyes that reminded him of the night sky.

Concern twisted Yunho’s whole expression, and Seungmin cried more and more until everything washed away again.

Two strong arms enveloped him and tugged him closer. Seungmin buried his face in Yunho's neck, his fingers twisting into the thin fabric of Yunho's shirt.

Sob after sob shook through his body. His voice cracked after some time, but he still cried. An uncomfortable ache bloomed in his forehead, and Seungmin wished he could just stop. He clung to Yunho like his life depended on it and really, it might as well have been true, because the big hand rubbing up and down his back was the only thing keeping his heart from breaking completely.

But a person could only cry so much at once. Eventually the tears stopped and his body calmed, more or less, enough that Seungmin could actually think. He separated himself from Yunho, but only enough that he could look him in the eyes and also remain in the embrace.

"I'm sorry…"

Yunho smiled. "Why are you sorry?"

"I just… I ruined the scene and ran away…"

"You didn't ruin anything. Come here-" Yunho dropped his arms and gestured over to a staircase close by. "-let's sit down."

As disappointed as Seungmin was about the loss of contact, he found it again when Yunho shuffled as close as possible on the stairs. Seungmin wiped away the remains of his tears and met Yunho's gaze, but a sudden embarrassment crawled in his chest and he dropped his head. Yunho gently bumped their shoulders together. Seungmin couldn't help but smile.

"I'm still sorry," he whispered.

"Don't be. Everyone could see that the scene really got to you. It happens, trust me. I've seen other actors genuinely cry during certain scenes."

Seungmin dared a side glance, finding Yunho smiling.

"Really?"

Yunho nodded. "Don't worry, no one will blame you. And if they do-"

Yunho pursed his lips and leaned in closer.

"-I'll have a word with them."

Seungmin laughed. Open and genuinely, his whole body shaking. It wasn't even that funny, but Seungmin couldn't help it. His heart fluttered so light and easy, a warm tingle spread over his skin, originating where their shoulders touched.

Taking a deep breath, Seungmin looked back at Yunho. A smile softened Yunho's face, that same sweet smile he always wore when looking at Seungmin, simple and warm. His gaze was fixed on Seungmin like he was the only thing that mattered. It was so easy to fall into his puppy eyes, so easy to forget why they were sitting here in the first place.

"Thank you, hyung," Seungmin whispered, fingers fidgeting on top of his bent knees.

"I didn't really do anything."

"You did plenty."

Yunho huffed softly. "I can do a lot more. If you want to."

"And what is that?"

"Listen. I can listen. Not to ruin the moment, but there has to be a reason that scene got you so emotional."

Seungmin dropped his head, pulling his eyebrows together. He pressed his lips into a thin line, then let his mouth fall open, a small sigh following close.

A strong arm snaked along his back and settled around his waist, tugging him closer against the firm body.

"You don't have to talk about it," Yunho continued.

"I know."

"But it might make you feel better."

Releasing a shaky breath, Seungmin dropped his head on Yunho's shoulder. Broad, hard, not exactly comfortable, but Seungmin could have stayed there forever.

"I didn't even tell the other members. Not even Channie hyung…"

Yunho nodded to show he was listening.

"I'm gay."

"Oh."

Did Yunho just sound relieved?

Seungmin glanced up, but just like his voice, his expression was unreadable. Concentrated, maybe, but no matter how many times Seungmin traced every line in Yunho's face, he couldn't find anything beyond the furrowed brows and eyes fixed on somewhere in front of them.

"When I found out I got this role," Seungmin continued and Yunho blinked a few times,

"I knew I had to come out to my parents. They would ask questions the moment they see me in a drama like this."

"Right."

"So I told them."

Seungmin cringed at the crack in his voice. He swallowed deeply, grateful for the small encouraging smile Yunho gave him.

"Honestly, I expected them to be supportive. But my mom just stayed silent while my father-"

Another crack, stronger than the first. Seungmin pulled his legs tighter against them and snuggled deeper into Yunho's side. The arm around his waist tightened as a thumb drew gentle circles through the thin shirt.

"My father said I need to reject the role. I disagreed, then he got mad, told me to leave and not come back if this is how I choose to live."

With how much Seungmin had cried before, there was nothing left except a burn stretching over his entire face. His heart still hurt, straining with every word, cracking and shaking. Only Yunho's warmth seemed to hold it together.

"Seungmin, I'm so sorry that happened…"

"I thought I was over it. I thought it was fine."

"You should really talk to Chan hyung about this."

Seungmin nodded.

"You need someone who is there for you," Yunho continued.

"I got you now, hyung."

Yunho huffed, squeezing Seungmin's waist.

"You do. I will always listen. I'm gay too, so I know it's not easy, but…"

Yunho turned his head away, Seungmin glanced up again.

"I know Bang Chan is gay too and he's…” Yunho took a deep breath, “he's special to you, so I imagine it might be even better to have his support."

"You're special to me too, hyung."

A visible shudder shook through Yunho's body, shaking Seungmin as well with how close they were. Seungmin looked down at the thin shirt covering Yunho and guilt nagged at the back of his mind for making Yunho sit in the cold.

Yunho breathed in deeply and found Seungmin's eyes again.

"When did you figure out you're gay?"

"Oh, good question…I guess when I became a trainee? It was my first time sharing a room with other boys."

A soft chuckle spilled from Yunho's lips. "Ah yes, that can awaken a lot of things in you. Especially because some guys don't know what decency is."

"Oh yeah. One trainee never even put on underwear after taking a shower. Said that letting the air dry his body is more healthy than using a towel."

Another chuckle. Seungmin joined in this time.

"It was similar for me. Developed a crush on another trainee, the usual. Did you have a crush on another trainee?" Yunho asked.

"No. I actually never had a crush on anyone."

Yunho froze. Alarmingly so, stiff from head to toe. Seungmin put a hand over the one on his waist and looked up, finding Yunho's expression…blank. A little pale.

"Are you okay, hyung?"

Yunho blinked once, twice, and slowly turned back to Seungmin. He swallowed, jaw tense. A small smile curled his lips and he nodded.

"I'm okay. So…" He cocked his head, eyes wandering somewhere behind Seungmin. "You've never been in love."

"As far as I know."

"As…far as you know?"

"Yeah. Honestly, I have no idea."

"Why? How?"

Seungmin hummed, slowly lifting his head off Yunho's shoulder. The arm around his waist squeezed, like it wanted to tug him close again, but slipped away instead. A cold shiver chased down Seungmin's spine at the loss of contact and for a moment, he wondered if he should ask for it.

"I don't understand what it's supposed to feel like to be in love. Maybe I have felt it before, but I have no idea."

"Wow…"

"It's weird, isn't it?"

"What? No!" Yunho threw his hands over Seungmin's shoulders, eyes growing wide. "That's not- You're good. You're not weird."

"I am. It's okay."

Yunho shook his head, a bit more aggressive than necessary.

"It's not. It's not weird. I'm just surprised."

The big hands slipped away and Seungmin put his hand over the warm spots.

"Are you in love? I mean, right now?"

Yunho pursed his lips, eyes drifting away. He opened his mouth and his frown deepened. Whatever Yunho wanted to say, he swallowed it down, dropping his head with a sigh.

"I am."

"With who?" Seungmin asked.

Yunho met his gaze and smiled. It wasn't as bright as before. Like he was holding back, but Seungmin didn't dare to ask.

"It's a secret."

"Is it San?"

"San?" Yunho laughed softly. "Why do you think that?"

"I saw the live with Seonghwa hyung where you said you often cuddle to sleep."

"Ah." Yunho nodded, smile curling into a smirk. "It's not like that. I mean, yes, San sometimes hugs me to sleep, but it's just a friend thing."

"Changbin hyung and Channie hyung said that too, and then they got into a relationship."

Yunho laughed again.

"It's not San, trust me."

"Okay, but you won't tell me who."

"Nope."

Seungmin huffed, burying his chin in his hands. While he was staring ahead on the street, he could see Yunho looking at him from the side. A pleasant heat bloomed in Seungmin's cheeks under the attention, causing him to cover more of his face.

"Can you at least tell me what it feels like to be in love?"

"That's not that easy," Yunho said, sounding almost defeated.

"I know. Just….say what comes to your mind. Try." Seungmin turned his head, lips curled into a pout. "Please?"

Yunho's eyes widened and for just a moment, something sparked across his face that caught Seungmin's attention. Unfortunately, it was too fast to grasp. Too unfamiliar to understand.

Yunho huffed, smiling much brighter.

"I can't deny you anything. Okay, so-"

Seungmin shuffled closer, melting against Yunho's body heat. He rarely felt this kind of comfort.

"-when you love someone, you think about them all the time. I guess. They're always on your mind, everything reminds you of them. Your friends are sick and tired because you constantly talk about them. You see a cute dog plushie and think it looks like them. You see their favorite snack and want to buy the whole stock to give it to them. Consciously or not, they're always there."

"I see…"

Seungmin furrowed his brows, the words settling in his mind. Always there. Has he ever had someone that he couldn't stop thinking about? The only person that came to his mind was Yunho, but of course he would think about him a lot. They worked on a drama together. But even before that, Yunho had filled his head.

"What else?" Seungmin asked.

"You want more?"

Seungmin nodded, glancing at Yunho. Mild amusement softened his face. His handsome face. Unfairly handsome. Seungmin could have stared at it for hours, wishing he was that good-looking.

"When you're around them, all your focus is on them." Yunho leaned in closer, gaze firmly set on Seungmin. "They do something endearing, and it's like no one else exists. You want to kiss them, hold their hand, just anything to be close to them."

"Are you thinking about your crush right now?"

"Yes."

"And what are you thinking about?"

"How it hurts to see them cry."

Seungmin tilted his head, smile growing wide enough to flash his braces. For just a moment, Yunho's eyes flicked down, and he visibly swallowed, mouth falling open. Seungmin breached just a little more of the space between them and Yunho met his gaze again.

"You don't have to worry about that. You're very good at comforting people."

"Am I?"

"Yep. Whoever you have a crush on, they can count themselves lucky. You're amazing."

Yunho chuckled, soft and restrained. "Thank you."

"I mean it! You're really nice, funny, attractive, thoughtful-"

"Okay, okay, that's enough!"

They both laughed. Seungmin didn't miss the red tint along Yunho's ears. A look Seungmin rarely saw. He always seemed to be the one getting embarrassed. It was nice to see Yunho scratching at his neck, eyes darting all over the place.

He was cute.

"I mean it, though, hyung."

"I know. Thank you, really."

Seungmin smiled. Whoever it was who Yunho was in love with, Seungmin hoped that they appreciated him. He deserved nothing less than pure love. Seungmin ignored the strain in his chest at the thought. Being jealous wasn't going to help him. What was he even jealous about anyway?

Taking a deep breath, Seungmin got to his feet. He dusted off his pants and then held out his hand to Yunho.

"Let's go back inside."

"Yeah."

The familiar hand slipped into Seungmin's, all long fingers and a warm palm. It seemed to fit so perfectly. Seungmin squeezed and Yunho jumped to his feet along with him.

"You know," Yunho started, looking down where their bodies still connected, "I'm also thinking about how adorable they are."

"Why?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Yunho pulled away his hand. Just as Seungmin mourned the loss, Yunho wrapped an arm around his shoulders and tugged him closer again.

"Just because," Yunho said, smiling.

Seungmin didn't dare ask more. He didn't want to. It was better if he didn't know who Yunho liked. Why, Seungmin couldn't say, but his heart insisted on staying oblivious.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Seungmin glared at the script. The whole time he had worried about that scene with his character's father that he kinda pushed aside anything else. Specifically the first kiss scene. And who could really blame him? A kiss wasn't as significant.

At least it shouldn't be.

It was all part of the job. Seungmin knew it would happen when he agreed to the role. What would a drama be without a kiss? But it was yet another thing where he kept telling himself that it wouldn't be soon, that he had time to prepare, and then he got caught up in preparing for everything else.

Something cold pressed against his forehead. He sighed and closed his eyes, welcoming the cool touch. The person holding the can chuckled and rolled it back and forth over Seungmin's skin.

"It's too hot, isn't it?" Yunho asked.

Seungmin blinked and glanced up, taking the drink at the same time. For just a moment his fingertips brushed along Yunho's hand and his heart jumped. He ignored it, cracking the can open instead.

"It really is."

Seungmin indulged in the drink for a long moment, humming appreciatively at the sweet taste. He licked his lips and glanced down at the can, then back at Yunho, who quickly looked away. Seungmin swore he had been staring at his lips.

"Where do you get these all the time, by the way?" he asked, holding up the drink.

Yunho smirked. "Why?"

"Because I've looked at every vending machine in the building and none of them have it."

"I know. I got them from the store."

Seungmin's eyes widened. "You're bringing them from home?"

"Yeah. Seonghwa gave me his mini cooler for that."

"But…why?"

"Because you like them," Yunho said, like it was obvious.

"So you got a stock of my favorite drink from some store to give me one every day? You even borrowed a cooler to carry them around?"

Yunho nodded, staring almost confused. Like Seungmin was the crazy one.

"Hyung, isn't that annoying?"

"What? No! No. Why would it be?"

Seungmin frowned. Perhaps he really was the crazy one, because even for a friend, he wouldn't spend money and energy like that. Maybe once just because he was getting something from the store anyway and his friend was with him, but this?

"Why would you spend your money like that, hyung?"

Yunho visibly stiffened. His expression fell, almost like he's hurt, but it never quite slipped into that. Instead, he looked more thoughtful, eyes drifting over the floor as if he would find an answer there.

"I…I just thought it would make you happy," Yunho eventually confessed.

Unlike the heat from the summer weather crawling all over Seungmin's skin, Yunho's words spread a warmth like a comfortable blanket. Seungmin wanted to bury himself in it. His heart threatened to beat right out of his chest, and he was sure he was the crazy one.

"Thank you, hyung…"

Yunho glanced back. A small smile softened his face, and Seungmin smiled back.

"Don't worry about it. It's really no big deal for me. The drink is good, so…it's a win for me too."

"Right. Still, I appreciate it."

"Good."

Whatever was going on with Seungmin's heart surely couldn't be healthy. It swelled under Yunho's attention, blooming open like a rose, and Seungmin wondered how much Yunho could see of it. Probably more than Seungmin himself, who didn't understand his own body anymore.

Even before that conversation on the staircase, even before kingdom, since the moment they walked into each other in the kitchen, Seungmin's body did everything to confuse him. And it was always related to Yunho. He was sure his heart was going to explode one day if Yunho kept smiling at him like that. Like Seungmin hung the stars in the sky. Wasn't this what they always talked about in romance novels?

Yunho glanced down and Seungmin released a shaky breath, following his gaze, because what else was he supposed to do? Staring at Yunho was only going to dig this rabbit hole deeper.

"Are you nervous?" Yunho asked, peering at Seungmin from the side.

"What?"

"About the kissing scene."

"Oh."

Oh indeed. Seungmin had almost forgotten about it again, but it was never that easy. One more scene before lunch break, then he had to face a whole new challenge.

He sighed.

"It's stupid, honestly. I mean, truth or dare? Doesn't this only happen in American movies?"

Yunho chuckled. "I think it's fun."

"Is it? Have you ever kissed someone in a game like this?"

"Yep. You didn't?"

"No? I’ve never played truth or dare."

Gasping, Yunho leaned in closer, one hand finding its place on top of Seungmin's thigh. He flinched at the touch, the palm hot like lava. Yunho immediately pulled back again, sparing his own hand a single glare before going back to smiling.

"Next time Ateez and Stray Kids come together, we'll play truth or dare. That's a promise."

"With alcohol?"

"Of course!"

"Minho is going to love that."

Another soft chuckle from Yunho, the sound burning itself right into Seungmin's mind.

"Have you…" Seungmin continued, searching Yunho's eyes, "Have you kissed a lot of people?"

"Why so curious?"

Seungmin huffed, pursing his lips into a pout. "Am I not allowed?"

"You are, but…" Yunho hummed thoughtfully.

He leaned in closer, eyes intently fixated on Seungmin. Like he was trying to break Seungmin apart, skin and flesh and bone, to expose whatever intention lingered behind the questions.

"Have you kissed someone for a game?" Yunho asked.

"No?"

Heat creeped into Seungmin's cheeks, like lava under every inch of skin. Yunho drew even closer. His breath ghosted along Seungmin's face, chasing shivers down his spine.

Tilting his head, Yunho looked all over Seungmin's face, like trying to remember every pore and line.

"Have you kissed anyone before?"

Seungmin sucked in a breath and Yunho huffed, voice so soft and low, just for Seungmin to hear.

"You haven't."

"No…"

Slowly, Yunho pulled back. Seungmin exhaled shakily and dropped his head, eyes falling shut. His chest strained against his rapidly beating heart, hands trembling where they desperately held onto the armrests of his chair.

It wasn't even that embarrassing to admit he never kissed anyone. It was the way Yunho eyed him that had his throat dry and stomach twisting. He always seemed to search for something in Seungmin's face, but Seungmin couldn't imagine what.

Yunho cleared his throat.

"Isn't it weird then to have your first kiss just be acting?"

Seungmin glanced up, finding the other man's eyes already on him. At this point, he wasn't even surprised anymore. Yunho always stared at him. No matter if they were talking or not.

"A little, perhaps, but I didn't think about it when I accepted the role. Now it's kinda too late."

"Not necessarily."

"What? Should I go out during lunch break and find someone last minute?"

Yunho chuckled sweetly, and Seungmin's heart skipped a beat.

"It's worth a try."

"I rather eat."

"Or, you know…" Yunho took a deep breath, looking away for a second, "if we have to kiss anyway…"

Somewhere in the back of his mind did Seungmin know where this was going, but he deliberately ignored this spark of hope.

Hope?

What was he even thinking?

"I mean," Yunho continued, "I can at least make your first kiss a bit more special. Real."

And there it was.

"You want us to… kiss before the actual filming?"

Yunho nodded, and Seungmin was sure his mind just broke a little. Kissing Yunho for a scene was one thing, but outside of that? In a personal setting with just them?

He shook his head, trying to shake his thoughts into place. But of course Yunho took it the wrong way. His expression fell, as if he was actually, genuinely disappointed.

"If you don't want to, that's okay."

"What? Oh no! I want to!"

Seungmin bit his own tongue and rubbed his hands over his face, hoping this was all a weird dream. His face burned, mind a mess of too many emotions he couldn't quite understand. It was just a kiss. He had never made a big deal out of his potential first kiss, but that wasn't even the problem.

Yunho was. Kissing Yunho was the problem. Why, Seungmin had no idea, but the prospect had excitement blooming in his chest, filling every nook and cranny like trying to break him from inside.

Seungmin took a deep breath and sank deeper into his chair, daring a glance at Yunho. Something akin to hope sparked in his eyes. Or maybe Seungmin was projecting.

"I want to. It would be nice, hyung."

"Nice. Yeah."

Their eyes met. A spark jumped between them, graspable like a breath. It settled deep inside Seungmin, igniting something he refused to acknowledge, like an itch he couldn't reach. If he ignored it, it would go away.

Except it didn't. Every moment Seungmin had more than a second to think during the next two hours, his mind came back to the itch. It only got worse whenever he was around Yunho. Which was a lot, the scene building up to the big kiss, the tension growing between their characters. But every glance, every word, the briefest of touch, fueled the spark, allowing it to grow into a flame.

"Okay, lunch break, everyone!"

Seungmin deflated against the nearest wall. He checked his phone, but even the Stray Kids group chat was dead silent. Social media was off, he couldn't risk anyone seeing his private accounts. Nothing to distract him.

For a moment, he considered texting one of his friends, but just as he opened the chat with Changbin, someone stepped next to him.

He glanced up and immediately, his mind went blank. Whatever greeting he had planned to say died in his throat and he only let out a little choked noise.

Yunho chuckled.

"Hey to you too. Let's get something to eat. I know a quiet place where we can…talk."

"Yeah. Sure, yeah."

Sliding his phone back into his pocket, Seungmin followed Yunho. No hesitation, at least in his movements, but his brain stuttered like a buffering computer.

They got some sandwiches and more drinks from Yunho's cooler. Not a single word was spoken. Seungmin wondered if Yunho's nerves were just as fried as his or if maybe he was just giving Seungmin space. Or both. Though, knowing Yunho, he was just being polite and letting Seungmin simmer in his panic. Not that Yunho had any idea. Or any reason to feel the same.

Why was Seungmin panicking anyway? No, he definitely knew. He knew and he was simply ignoring it, but the itch grew and grew as they walked in silence.

Seungmin almost thought there was no goal to their walk, but then they stopped at one of the warehouses. Yunho looked around. Seemingly sure no one was watching, he grabbed Seungmin's hand and pulled him inside.

The door fell shut, and a peaceful silence welcomed them. With rows and rows of furniture filling the space, there wasn't much of an echo as they moved again. It was nice. Quiet and alone. A change from all the pressure of filming, like they didn't have to worry about anything in this warehouse.

"We're not allowed in here, are we?" Seungmin asked.

"Nope, but we'll be careful. There!"

Following where Yunho pointed, Seungmin spotted a line of closets like a wall. As they approached, they found a couch and a fitting table hidden behind. Like someone specifically put it here to sit and not just for storing.

They sat down, putting the sandwiches on the table. And then they just stared at them. For once, Yunho's attention wasn't on Seungmin. Or perhaps it was, he just didn't look at him, maybe he was as nervous as Seungmin after all.

"So…" Yunho rubbed his hands together, looking over the displayed food. "Should we eat first or…you know…"

"Eat first."

Anything to delay the inevitable. As if that was going to help his beating heart and strained nerves. As if he didn't want to do this. He very much wanted to and every second that melted away sprinkled a little more oil into the flame.

Every bite weighed heavy in his throat. Seungmin swallowed like he was forced to, chewing slowly, barely finishing one sandwich by the time Yunho had eaten three. But not only was Seungmin worried he was going to throw up, he was distracted.

How many times had Seungmin now thought about how attractive Yunho is? Too many to possibly keep track of. But who could blame him? He was all soft lines and fluffy hair and dark eyes that invited to get lost. Atinys were right when they said he looked like a perfect boyfriend or even a husband. A face every mother would love.

And Seungmin couldn't help but stare, especially at his lips. Every now and then, Yunho's tongue darted out, running over his lips until they glistened with spit. The action had Seungmin's mind running wild imagining how it would feel if Yunho licked his lips.

"Are you done?" Yunho eventually asked after his fourth sandwich.

Seungmin tensed up, following his gesture at the two sandwiches still left. One was barely enough to feel his stomach, but Seungmin couldn't take more, not with his stomach twisting and his heart jumping all around.

"Yeah, I'm done."

"Okay. Cool."

Yunho checked his phone, humming thoughtfully.

"We have ten more minutes. Should we…try it now?"

"Kissing?"

A soft flush spread across Yunho's cheeks as he nodded. For once, he actually rivaled Seungmin in embarrassment and as if he wasn't already handsome, now he was cute too.

Seungmin cleared his throat and turned his whole body to Yunho, one leg on the couch. Yunho did the same, smiling bashfully. They both shuffled closer, as close as they could, and Yunho lifted a hand. Warm fingertips brushed Seungmin's cheek, the touch hesitant.

"Can I?" Yunho asked.

"Yeah."

Just like that other day, a warm palm slotted against the side of Seungmin's face like a perfect puzzle piece. He leaned into the touch, eyelids fluttering, but he tried to keep eye contact. Though really, that only made it more difficult to concentrate. Yunho's eyes stretched like an endless forest in the night, where the leaves whispered an invitation to wander deep. And Seungmin would have walked as deep as he could if Yunho asked him to.

"Just relax. Let me take the lead," Yunho whispered.

Seungmin nodded, swallowing.

They inched closer and closer, their breaths mingling hot. Taking a deep breath, Seungmin closed his eyes, fingers digging harder into his thighs. For a moment, he thought it was never going to happen. Like he was going to wake up and Yunho turned out to be nothing more than a wonderful dream.

Then their lips met. A gentle brush that ignited a flame deep inside Seungmin. He melted into the touch and one hand found the front of Yunho's shirt, clinging and tugging him closer. They both tilted their heads to opposite sides. Their lips effortlessly slotted together like two puzzle pieces. Seungmin shivered hot, chest straining around his fluttering heart. The flame grew with every melting second, crawling under his skin and leaving him breathless.

He gasped as Yunho pulled away. Their eyes found each other and desire sparked deep in the forest stretching before Seungmin, matching the desperation in him. For the first time, Seungmin understood.

He pulled Yunho back into another kiss, lips falling open around a soft sigh that was swallowed by an eager mouth. They fell deeper and deeper into each other, lips and tongues and teeth meeting with each slide, each drag. Seungmin clung to Yunho's shirt for dear life, losing himself between the trees. In return, Yunho slipped a hand into Seungmin's hair, fingers tangling into and tugging at the black strands.

The flame rapidly bloomed into a whole fire and Seungmin could only succumb to its embrace. Piece by piece, he broke apart in the heat, crumbling into nothing but ashes. Yunho seemed to catch all of him.

They both tore away almost simultaneously. Chests heaved and hands slipped away. Deep red painted Yunho's face, same for Seungmin probably, but he only had the warmth in his cheeks to attest to that.

He pulled his trembling fingers to his chest and dropped his gaze, finding Yunho tugging at a loose strand on his pants. Whatever Seungmin could have said at that moment fell away as a voice echoed through the warehouse.

Yunho perked up, eyes wide. Footsteps drew closer and without a word, he grabbed Seungmin's shoulders and pushed him back. Seungmin squeezed his eyes shut, mind dizzy as he fell into the soft cushions. The big hands grew heavy on his shoulders, effectively pinning him down, but that was nothing against the weight suddenly blanketing his whole body. A soft "Quiet" brushed his ear, the hot breath so close. Seungmin shuddered and squeezed his eyes tighter.

The footsteps walked past them, soon subsiding just to disappear entirely. Slowly, Seungmin opened his eyes and glanced down at himself. All he found was hazel hair and broad shoulders blocking his view. He stared like a deer caught in the headlights, only slowly comprehending that the weight on top of him was Yunho. It had his heart beating faster and mind reeling with the warmth and heaviness, the way Yunho covered him whole.

Seungmin choked on a breath and Yunho lifted his head. They found each other's eyes. Need filled them both, Seungmin could tell. For the first time, he knew. He understood. He opened his mouth to ask for more, but Yunho's eyes widened in realization. Stumbling over apologies, he scrambled to his feet and looked around. Seungmin slowly followed, finding them alone, but somewhere far away, someone was moving around the furniture. Yunho grabbed his hand and they ran.

Someone shouted behind them. They kept running. The door sprung open and they both stumbled, but never stopped. Yunho's fingers squeezed tightly around Seungmin's hand, almost painfully, but it felt right. He never wanted Yunho to let go.

They slowed down eventually, chests heaving and legs heavy. Seungmin crumbled into a crouch the moment they both stopped and wrapped an arm around his knees, his other hand still clinging to Yunho.

"You okay?" Yunho asked.

Seungmin glanced up, blinking against the sun peeking over Yunho's shoulders. As his eyes adjusted, his heart skipped a beat.

From the beginning, Seungmin had thought about how handsome Yunho is. From the firm but soft structure of his face to the big eyes that exuded nothing but kindness, his height to his lean muscles, and most importantly, his gentle smile. He had always made Seungmin's heart flutter with a single look. Yet, something had changed while remaining the same. Seungmin understood why he felt like floating whenever Yunho was close.

Yunho squeezed around his hand.

"Seungminnie?"

"W-what?"

"Are you okay?"

"Oh. Yeah."

Seungmin scrambled back to his feet, gripping tighter around the warm palm pressed against his'. Yunho smiled and his hold loosened. For a moment, Seungmin tightened his hand, but quickly let go again. The contact slipped away and with it, any warmth. A cold shudder chased down Seungmin's spine and he dropped his head. The hand that had just held his', pressed against his back as Yunho shuffled closer.

"Are you ready for the next scene?"

Seungmin slowly nodded.

"Good! Let's go back then," Yunho said.

Dazed, Seungmin followed the taller man, eyes fixed on the ground where he could only see Yunho's sneakers. His mind reeled with what happened and all the emotions overflowing in his chest. He stared at his own hand, his lips tingling. Everything he had believed before seemed so far away now. The one thing he had been so sure he had never felt, now had his whole being in its unrelenting grip.

It wasn't much different in front of the camera. Even with people watching, the kiss regulated and pre-scripted, a million fireworks went off inside Seungmin as their lips touched again. He almost forgot to keep it chaste, leaning in too deep for just a moment. Need shuddered through him, begging for more, like an addict in withdrawal. As they parted and Seungmin caught Yunho's dark eyes, his heart burst at the seams.

Just this morning, Seungmin was sure he had never experienced love. No matter how much he thought about Yunho, what it would be like to kiss him, to be held by him. Jealousy infested his heart when wondering who Yunho likes. It had been so easy to ignore, but now he got a taste. Like a beast had been awakened from a long slumber, it rattled at its cage

Seungmin was hopelessly in love with Yunho.

~~~~~~~~~

Figuring out his own feelings was one thing, that was a big revelation for Seungmin. But it was the question about what to do with these feelings that kept him awake at night. He couldn't talk to anyone about it. He didn't know how. Every time he tried, it felt wrong. Why, he didn't know. Maybe guilt. Maybe hopelessness.

Seungmin didn't have a chance anyway, what good would it do to talk about it? He remembered the smile and sparkling eyes when Yunho thought about the person he likes. That was love. Seungmin could never compete with that, because his love for Yunho was probably just as strong. If Seungmin could, he would have turned back time, refused the kiss, any kiss, and continue to live in ignorant bliss.

But that was impossible.

It didn't matter anymore.

The last day of shooting came and Seungmin accepted his place. He accepted his own failure, the deep-rooted pain that came with unrequited love. Not everyone got a happy ending.

It was just that more difficult to get the last scene done.

Standing there, on the bridge, cold wind nipping at the tip of his nose, Seungmin wanted to be anywhere but here. But dozens of pairs of eyes watched him closely, expectations in them all.

"Haechan."

Seungmin wondered how his own name would sound if Yunho said it like that, dripping with desperation.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Slowly, he turned his head, studying Yunho's face. A perfect expression that matched his voice. Like he truly did feel what he was supposed to portray. Seungmin definitely did, this spark of hope, kept small by reality, so sure it was never going to happen.

"Haechan, I-" Yunho gasped like he had run a marathon, fingers squeezing around his thighs. "-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Their eyes met and Seungmin's chest tightened.

"Please don't, hyung-"

"Just let me explain!"

Yunho stepped closer. Swallowing, Seungmin tightened his grip on the railing, forcing his body to stay still. Yunho hesitated for a brief moment, just long for Seungmin to notice, but then reached out as he was supposed to and put his hand over Seungmin's.

"Haechan, I swear it wasn't what you thought."

"Do you like her?"

"No! No, I…"

Yunho dropped his head and his fingers gently wrapped around Seungmin's peeling them off the cold metal. He pulled them towards his chest and splayed Seungmin's palm out over it. Heat soaked through the thin shirt, underneath firm muscles and a rapidly beating heart.

"You're the only one who makes me feel this way."

Seungmin swallowed, glancing down where they touched.

"What way?"

"You know what."

Seungmin glanced back up, fingers twisting around Yunho's shirt. He pulled him closer and Yunho audibly gasped.

"I want you to say it, hyung."

"Haechan…"

"We both know, but I," Seungmin gripped tighter. "I need you to say it."

Yunho slipped his other hand around Seungmin's as well, pulling it off his chest to instead hold it tightly between his palms. The touch burned and Seungmin fought the urge to pull away. He couldn't fight the heat creeping under his skin, though, seeping into his flesh down to his very bone, warming his face and tingling in his eyes. He blinked a few times, pupils darting back and forth between their hands and the other man's face.

"Haechan…"

Yunho stepped closer, leaning so close, his breath ghosted along Seungmin's skin.

"I love you, Haechan."

A shudder chased down Seungmin's spine and their eyes met. Yunho drew closer and closer, every line of his face twisting into a labyrinth that Seungmin couldn't escape.

His breath died as their lips met. Seungmin's eyes fluttered shut, his heart exploding into a million sparks. He leaned in closer and Yunho's hand squeezed around Seungmin’s, like holding onto a lifeline, but Seungmin was sure he just imagined. Hoping. Praying. If Yunho felt the same-

"Cut!"

They broke apart and Yunho glanced over to the director while Seungmin dropped his gaze to the ground. He inhaled a shaky breath, shuddering with the exhale. Closing his eyes, Seungmin tried to find what he was supposed to say next, but nothing. A yawning silence stretched in his mind. There was only the warmth originating from Yunho.

Somehow, Seungmin survived the rest of the shoot. He felt like he had blacked out and the next he knew was everyone congratulating them for a job well done. Seungmin smiled, bowed, thanked them all, going through the motions until Yunho pulled him aside. They quietly walked to the dressing room, where Yunho pulled out two more cans of Seungmin's favorite drink.

"It's the last two. Do you want both or should we share?"

Seungmin blinked. Yunho smiled, tilting his head in question. A light flush still painted his cheeks and the tip of his nose from the cold. His hair fell softly over his forehead, following every little movement where it didn't stick to his sweaty skin. He looked so unfairly beautiful, Seungmin had to look away as he accepted one of the cans.

"Let's share…"

They sat down on one of the benches and pulled out their phones. Seungmin frowned at the amount of messages in the group chat, but opened it anyway, afraid to let his mind wander in the silence.

Jisung and Hyunjin had argued about some new album and what song is the best. Minho had shut them down with promises of snacks. A few complaints about Chan and Changbin leaving certain…things in the living room, Seungmin chose not to think about the details. The whole thing was interrupted anyway by Felix, who asked everyone to get ready. For what, they didn't specify. Curious, Seungmin mentioned he was done filming and hoped they would invite him to whatever this was about.

Yunho gently nudged his side and Seungmin turned around, meeting his smile and phone screen. He had his own group chat open and the last message was from Seonghwa, telling Yunho to bring Seungmin to their dorm.

"For what?"

Yunho chuckled, pulling away again.

"Wooyoung has made us dinner, apparently. To congratulate us on finishing the drama."

"Wooyoung-hyung can cook?"

Laughing again, Yunho patted Seungmin's shoulder, his smile so bright, Seungmin couldn't help but return it.

"He can and he's actually really good! You should join me."

"I'm surprised they want me to come too."

"Why not? You're a friend."

Seungmin hummed, looking back down on his own phone. Some of the members congratulated Seungmin, but no one mentioned that they were going out, so Seungmin assumed that they either didn't expect him to come home early enough to join, or it was some secret mission he couldn't know about.

He sighed.

"Yeah, okay, I wanted to see Jongho again anyway."

"He's going to be happy."

It was tempting to ask Yunho if he was happy too, but Seungmin just smiled and nodded.

They got to the dorm almost two hours later. The director had insisted on a small celebration before they left, mostly so some of the staff could give them gifts and shower them with compliments. Seungmin didn't feel like he had done a good job, not with Yunho as his co-star. Everyone would have looked bad next to him. It was only natural he got the most compliments. Seungmin wished he could have said something too, but every time Yunho looked at him, his throat tightened, and his heart drowned deeper and deeper with the realization that this was the end.

They would go back to how it was before. Even if they called each other friend, what reason was there for them to keep meeting up? Yunho had better things to do, someone else whose presence he longed for. And Seungmin was too pained to imagine spending more time with Yunho when all it did was remind him of what he couldn't have.

He hated his feelings. He hated love. If he could, he would have gladly gone back to a state of obliviousness. He didn't want to be in love with Yunho and yet, here he was, weak in his knees with every smile.

The Ateez dorm welcomed them with eerie silence. They both glanced at each other, hesitant, as they slipped out their shoes and jackets. Seungmin followed Yunho with a sense of awe and an uneasy feeling.

It was the first time he was visiting the dorm and considering he already knew some of the other members, he had expected much more noise. But it seemed like Yunho expected more as well with how warily he walked down the hallway towards the living room.

They rounded the corner and Yunho turned on the light.

"Congratulations!"

Seungmin jumped behind Yunho, grabbing his shirt. He was sure his soul had left his body, and only after hearing Wooyoung's hyena laugh did he peek out behind Yunho into the living room. His eyes widened at the view of over a dozen smiling faces looking back. Not just Ateez had gathered, but Stray Kids too, all wearing little party hats.

"Guys," Yunho chuckled softly, "isn't this a bit too much?"

Seungmin followed him deeper into the living room, fingers still loosely holding onto the white shirt. He looked around and huffed out a small chuckle. Way too colorful decoration adorned the space, making it look like someone's birthday, the table holding plates full of food and even a big cake with candles on top. Two candles, to be exact. One in the shape of an S and the other a Y.

Heat creeped into Seungmin's cheeks and he quickly looked away again, just as Seonghwa and Minho stepped closer.

"Too much?" Minho asked, raising an eyebrow. "Is that how you say thank you?"

"You two worked so hard, you deserve something nice," Seonghwa chimed in.

"And all we got for Imitation was a firm handshake from Hongjoong hyung," Yunho said, smirking.

"You were four people then! Too much work. Besides-" Hongjoong gestured at the Stray Kids members. "-We weren't alone this time."

"And we hope you guys feel loved and appreciated," Felix said.

"Oh, we do. Right, Minnie?"

Smiling brighter than the sun, Yunho looked over his shoulder at Seungmin.

"Right." He stepped next to Yunho and bowed. "Thank you."

Minho huffed, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I know we're great. Now sit down, so we can eat."

They all gathered around the table, most of them squeezed between each other for room on the couch. Both Seungmin and Yunho took a spot on the floor, shoulders and knees touching. The warmth radiating from Yunho seeped into every inch of Seungmin's body and the moment he was offered an ice-cold cola, he accepted, just anything to keep his mind off the firm body next to him.

Barely twenty minutes in, truth or dare was suggested. Seungmin was sure both Jisung and Wooyoung were already drunk when they brought it up, but everyone else agreed. Almost everyone. Though, Seungmin and Seonghwa weren't given much choice at the end.

Yunho seemed really into it, choosing dare without hesitation at his turn. Seungmin had to admire him as he did ten push-ups with San on his back, but he also couldn't help the sting in his chest as San hugged him afterwards, both giggling. It was almost enough to get Seungmin to accept the alcohol Minho kept offering him, but he knew how that would end up. An embarrassing confession.

"Seungminnie-"

He glanced up at Hyunjin's big grin.

"-truth or dare?"

"Truth…"

Someone booed from the couch, someone else cursed about wine that was spilled. Seungmin kept his eyes on his own drink, as if he could drown himself in it, drown his emotions that keep growing, all while Yunho continued to whisper and giggle with San.

Hyunjin cleared his throat, bringing Seungmin’s attention back to him.

"Okay, Minnie, how was kissing Yunho hyung?"

Seungmin stiffened and slowly raised his head, eyes growing wide. Most of the background talk died down, including the one conversation right next to him.

Swallowing, Seungmin side glanced at Yunho, finding his attention fixed on him. Seungmin's heart skipped a beat. He dropped his eyes again and shifted in his place, chest tight, mouth dry. Hyunjin whistled as Seungmin took a sip from his cola, and he wished the ground would swallow him whole.

"Minnie~"

Seungmin looked up, pulling his eyebrows together. Nobody knew he had never kissed anyone before and it was going to stay that way, same with his crush on Yunho. But everyone was staring at him like they knew. It couldn't have been that obvious, could it?

Seungmin shrugged his shoulders, finally finding his voice again.

"It was a kiss. Exactly what you expect."

"Details!" Jisung chimed in. "Did you use tongue?"

Heat creeped into Seungmin's cheeks and his head sunk deeper between his shoulders like a turtle trying to pull into its shell.

"I bet Yunho is a good kisser," Minho said.

"Oh, he is!"

Seungmin's heart sank. Not daring to lift his head, he peeked through his lashes at San. A bright smile stretched across San’s face, growing even further as some of the others spilled questions over him. He really was handsome. Seungmin could understand why Yunho liked him.

"Sannie-" Yunho waved everyone's questions off, frowning deeply. "-I thought we agreed not to tell."

"I think San-ah is drunk." Seonghwa pointed at the half empty bottle of sake San was hoarding in his lap.

"I'm not! And I didn't lie!"

"Okay, but you can't just say that without telling us what happened," Jeongin said.

Some agreed, while both Seonghwa and Chan tried to calm them down, insisting on just continuing the game. But everyone's collective curiosity prevailed.

Seungmin wanted to be anywhere but here. The temptation of the soju bottle in front of him tingled in his fingertips and on his tongue.

San giggled. "It was actually kinda stupid."

"Really? You're going to be like that?" Yunho huffed and leaned back, his arm brushing Seungmin in the process

Seungmin jerked back and their eyes met. Yunho's eyes widened just to narrow into slits, the usually warm brown turning a swallowing black. A shiver chased down Seungmin's spine and he scrambled to his feet, hitting the table and spilling at least one glass. He bowed deep, stumbling through his apology. A warm hand found its place on his shoulder and he shook it off, finding Yunho standing next to him.

"Are you okay?"

Seungmin swallowed.

"Yes. I just…I need some fresh air."

Yunho called after him as he left the room. He kept his dignity by not running, but the instinct to, screamed in the back of his mind. With every step it seemed to grow stronger and the moment he stepped outside into the cold night, he gave in, letting his feet take him away, anywhere. He didn't care. He just needed to get away.

Seungmin stopped at a playground. A soft huff of laughter escaped him as he dropped on one of the swings. Why was it always playgrounds where big confessions happened in dramas?

Seungmin leaned against the chain, eyes slowly drifting around. Did people really confess important things in this place? Whispering them into the night where no one could hear, the swings and play structure engraved with secrets of lovers and friends. Seungmin had seen a young teenager couple once, who had drawn a heart with their initials on the inside of a slide. Perhaps there was something about it after all.

Was it this inherent loneliness of a place quiet when you expect it to be full of noise? Like an abandoned shopping mall or a theme park? Did this disconnect make one feel vulnerable and by extension more open?

"Seungmin!"

He blinked once, twice, then rubbed his eyes as if he couldn't believe what he saw. It was real, though. Yunho was running towards him. Why? Why had he followed Seungmin?

Seungmin gripped the swing chain tighter, the metal already warmed up against his palm. He didn't move an inch as Yunho took a seat in the swing next to him, panting and groaning, one hand over his chest.

"You're fast, you know that?"

Seungmin looked down at his stretched out legs, pressing the tips of his shoes together.

"Am I?" He whispered.

Yunho huffed. "Maybe I'm just too slow."

"Maybe. Why did you even follow me?"

"I was worried."

Their eyes met and Seungmin's chest strained, like big claws dug themselves into his skin and flesh, down to his very bone. A simple glance and everything seemed to be laid bare. Maybe they really did all know. Maybe even Yunho, and now he was here to rip out the last piece of Seungmin's heart.

"Worried?"

The word burned on Seungmin's tongue. The meaning twisted his stomach, pulling his insides apart until everything would spill.

"Of course. You were really pale. I thought that maybe-"

Yunho stilled, mouth falling shut. He looked away and pulled a fist to his face, covering his thinly pressed lips. Something worked behind his eyes, trying to swim to the surface, but he blinked it away and a deep sigh spilled into the cool night air.

"I thought that the others made you uncomfortable with the whole kiss question…"

"Ah."

Seungmin gripped both swing chains and slowly swung back and forth, just a little, just enough to kill the urge to run away again.

"It wasn't like that," Seungmin continued, looking up at the endless black void of the night sky.

"No? What was it then?"

Seungmin stopped the swing and met Yunho's curious face. His pale skin seemed to shine in the soft streetlights, smooth and soft, not a flaw in sight. The brown hair framing it all, was messy from running, sticking out in places and yet still so inviting to run one's fingers through it. His broad frame dwarfed the swing, barely fitting between the chains, and Seungmin still remembered the firm chest pressed against his back.

Yunho was perfect. Even now, he was a sweet gentleman full of care and worry for other people when Seungmin didn't deserve it. He had fallen in love with someone who he knew perfectly well had given his heart to someone else already.

Seungmin took a deep breath, willing the burn to fade away.

"It doesn't matter."

"It does!"

Yunho's fingers curled around Seungmin's wrist and tugged his hand closer. Their palms pressed together, fingers squeezing gently where they held each other, hanging between them and the swings. Yunho's thumb rubbed gently over the back of Seungmin's hand, and the tears grew more persistent.

"Hyung, I-"

"Listen, if you don't want to tell me, that's fine, but this is obviously about a lot more. You should talk to someone."

Seungmin looked up from their hands at Yunho's face. The genuine concern softening his expression was all Seungmin needed to lose control and the first tears spilled down his cheeks. A sob wrecked his body. He immediately wiped his free hand over his face, the other still in Yunho's gentle grip.

If only he had stayed oblivious to falling in love. Bliss was man's greatest gift. Why had he asked to know? He hated this, the ache growing in the back of his head, matching the one in his heart. He rather got torn apart under Yunho's scrutiny until nothing was left.

But he couldn't control the tears and sobs. No matter how damp his sleeve was getting, it didn't stop, and he wiped and wiped and-

Seungmin flinched as a firm hand pressed against his back. He let it lead him and buried his face in Yunho's stomach. While Yunho still held on tightly to his hand, Seungmin gripped Yunho's sweater with the other, nails scratching at his back as Seungmin's twisted his fingers around the fabric.

Tears stained the cotton and sobs wrecked through his body. Apologies spilled in between, incoherent, swept away by the wind too quickly. Seungmin's mind reeled with anything that was Yunho; The smell of flowers, his warmth like a thick blanket, his hand rubbing over Seungmin's back and the other squeezing reassuringly around his fingers, his deep voice whispering comfort that Seungmin couldn't quite grasp. All the while his heart broke apart around the overflowing feelings, regret and guilt and love alike.

As the tears died, Seungmin's mind calmed as well. He took a shaky breath, hiccuping once more. His grip loosened on Yunho's sweater. Slowly, he leaned back, wiping his cheeks again. He twitched a little at the burn of his raw skin, like the tears had scraped at it with sandpaper. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply again, holding it for a few seconds before releasing into a soft exhale.

Yunho squeezed around Seungmin's hand. He lifted his head, meeting Yunho's smile.

"Feeling a bit better?"

"Maybe. I don't know."

Yunho huffed sympathetically and crouched down. He put his arms over Seungmin's legs, eyes fixed on where their hands still stuck together.

"Do you want to go back?"

"No."

Yunho glanced up in surprise.

"No? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I-" Seungmin pursed his lips. "Why did you and San kiss?"

"Oh. I…well…Why do you ask?"

"Please, just tell me."

Yunho pulled his eyebrows together, eyes darting all over Seungmin's face. To demand such private information wasn't how Seungmin had imagined anything, but he needed to know what was really going on between Yunho and San, if San was the one Yunho liked.

"Well," Yunho shifted a little in his place, looking down at their hands again, "to be honest, I haven't kissed anyone in some time and when I got the role…" He laughed bashfully, "When I got the role, I knew I had to kiss someone, so I wanted to make sure I haven't forgotten how it works."

"You…were worried about being bad?"

"Yep. San was sweet enough to offer his help."

"Is San the person you love?"

Yunho's eyes widened. Something akin to confusion skipped across his expression, gone too fast to fully grasp. Then he laughed.

"You still think he's the one? Why?"

"I don't know, it just seemed like the most logical option."

"Yeah? Well, he isn't the one."

Seungmin slowly nodded. He frowned, brain working hard through all possible options he could think of, but none of them seemed likely. He did halt at his own name for a few moments longer, but threw that thought aside like all the others.

Seungmin sighed and looked back at Yunho.

"Who are you in love with then?"

"You really want to know, huh?"

"You don't have to tell me, hyung."

Yunho huffed a short laugh. He looked around for a bit, Seungmin followed him, but the playground remained quiet. Their eyes met again and Yunho smiled.

"I love you."

"What?"

"The one I love is you, Seungmin."

This was a joke. It had to be. No way was any of this real. Seungmin was dreaming, he had to.

"Me?"

"Yes."

Seungmin blinked. He couldn't even move to pinch himself, stuck under Yunho's intense stare.

"Since when?"

"Since day one, probably."

"What- why?"

"Why I love you?"

Seungmin nodded. Yunho hummed and dropped his head back, staring up at the sky as if the stars would tell him the answer. He looked back at Seungmin, smiling.

"You're just… You amaze me. You seemed so shy at first, but you're actually a ball of energy, always the first to make a joke. Especially when it's to tease others. You're so bold and fun, but sometimes you do get shy. It's cute. Endearing. All of you is. I could watch you all day."

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"I-"

Seungmin dropped his gaze. He squeezed around Yunho's hand, and Yunho squeezed back. It was real. All of it. What Yunho said, why he loves Seungmin, he wouldn't lie about it, wouldn't make a joke about this. He really was in love with Seungmin.

Seungmin laughed. He couldn't help it, covering his mouth to try and silence himself, but it only muffled the sound. His heart fluttered high in the clouds, while his mind could barely wrap itself around this revelation. If he hadn't cried so much before, he might have cried again, but instead he just laughed.

Yunho stared at him in utter bewilderment.

"Did I say something wrong?" he asked.

Seungmin quickly shook his head, waving his hand.

"No, I-" Another burst of laughter. "-I just can't believe it!"

"I thought it was obvious. Especially when I told you what love feels like, I really thought you would catch on."

"Really?" Seungmin huffed, dropping his hand. "I really had no idea."

"Guess I'm better at hiding it than I thought…"

Sighing deeply, Yunho pulled himself to his feet, his hand slowly slipping away.

"I'm fine with staying friends, though." He smiled.

Seungmin gripped his hand tighter, keeping him in place right in front of him. Yunho looked down at him, expression soft, but impossible to pinpoint.

Yunho cleared his throat. "If you don't want to be friends anymore, that's fine too."

"Hyung."

"Yes?"

Seungmin stood up as well, keeping Yunho close. A smile curled his lips and he tilted his head, heat creeping into his cheeks.

"Do you want to know who I'm in love with?"

“You love someone?”

“Yes.”

Yunho’s eyes widened. “Since when?”

“I don’t know. I only realized after you explained it to me.”

“Oh.”

“Do you want to know who it is?”

Yunho hesitated, looking between Seungmin's face and their locked hands. Swallowing, Yunho nodded.

"Are you sure, hyung?"

"Yes."

Gathering all the courage that suddenly seemed to overflow his insides, Seungmin grabbed Yunho's collar and pulled his face closer. His eyes widened and Seungmin smirked. They drew closer and closer, never losing eye contact, even as their eyelids fluttered and narrowed. Yunho's breath stroked Seungmin's lips, chasing a shiver down his spine. For just a moment, Seungmin stilled, wondering once again if this was a dream.

But did it matter?

Their lips met in a chaste touch. Seungmin sighed into it, eyes falling shut. Neither of them moved, but they didn't pull away either. A whole firework show filled Seungmin's insides and his heart threatened to beat out of his chest. Such a simple touch and it was all he could have ever dreamed of, better than he ever imagined.

This was the joy of love that everyone always talked about.

It was Yunho who deepened the kiss. Seungmin shamelessly welcomed his tongue, shuddering as it dipped inside. Every slide of lips and every lick and brush of teeth fueled the mess inside Seungmin, igniting another explosion again and again. His mind reeled with pure happiness and his body trembled with the heat seeping into every inch of skin and flesh, down to his bone. All he could do was hold onto Yunho like a life ring as he was devoured whole.

They pulled apart gasping, panting, barely moving an inch away. Their eyes met and Seungmin swallowed heavily, overwhelmed with the sheer hunger in Yunho's gaze. As if he could never be filled, no matter how much they kiss. Seungmin couldn't say he felt any different, the taste of Yunho forever burned into his lips and tongue. He wasn't sure he ever wanted to taste something else again.

"Is that…your answer?" Yunho whispered.

"Yes."

Yunho huffed and dropped their foreheads together, closing his eyes.

"Please tell me again."

"How?"

"In any way you want…" Yunho looked back again, licking his lips.

Seungmin released a shaky breath.

"Hyung-"

"Yes…"

"-I love you."

They both laughed softly and squeezed the other's hand. Yunho easily caught Seungmin in another kiss, quick, but no less heart fluttering. Then he pulled Seungmin into his arms, leaving no space between them. Seungmin buried his face in Yunho's neck and a content sigh slipped from his lips.

Falling in love really wasn't as easy as dramas portrayed, Seungmin got that right. That didn't mean it wasn't worth trying. If fiction got one thing right, it was the happiness that came with it, a happiness that Seungmin's wouldn't trade for anything.

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[myseungsunglove]

I Know, Jagiya | Ksm

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

Warning: fluffy fluff

𖠫Summary: Confessing your love for someone is always a risk.

✎A/N✎: just some late night runaway thoughts that I let out for the first time in a while. Haven’t just written what I was thinking in the moment in a long time. So don’t mind my 3 AM soft thoughts. I’m just soft for Kim Seungmin.

◠ ◡ ◠᭚ιαᵕ̈

「©  April 22, 2024 by myseungsunglove」

You lay in the dark, unable to sleep while your boyfriend sleeps peacefully beside you. You watch the slow rise and fall of his broad chest and can’t help but scoot closer to him in the darkness, placing a hand on his chest, your face settling right next to his. You gently press your lips against is warm skin and revel in the peace it brings you.

Kim Seungmin grounds you in every possible way a person could. As you lay there listening to the melody of his breathing you are made starkly aware just how in love with him you are. You’ve never said as much to his face, but in the moment you feel overwhelmed by the feeling.

The dark seems like the safest place to make this confession. Seungmin is asleep and he doesn’t need to know yet just how over the moon he makes you. You kiss his jaw softly, peppering a little trail up to his ear.

“I love you, so much Kim Seungmin,” you breathe out gently, barely above a whisper. Your secret released into the darkness as your hand runs up and down the length of Seungmin’s chest.

You feel movement as Seungmin slowly reaches up and squeezes your hand gently, threading your fingers together on top of his chest.

His head turns toward you, his eyes blinking slowly as he adjusts to the darkness of the room.

“I know, jagiya,” he whispers back, his voice low and gravelly with sleep. He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your lips not once, not twice, but three times before his arms find you in the dark, wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his embrace. “I love you too,” he confesses and you breathe a sigh of relief against his lips.

With the confession off your chest, sleep embraces you as Seungmin does, pulling you into his chest with a satisfied and content sigh.

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[starseungs]

take a shot. ksm. (teaser)

kim seungmin x fem!reader — it really shouldn't take a genius to figure out that you and your co-star didn't get along. you knew kim seungmin. you knew how life functioned despite the cameras. and you knew that it was harder to keep a good shot hidden than it was to delete a bad one.

genre/s — drama, angst, fluff, a sprinkle of comedy, actors au, rivals to lovers • teaser: 1.2k words (actual fic: around 10k or more)

warning/s — profanity, main characters aren't on the best terms, implied death taken lightly, more warnings will be added on actual release if necessary.

note — enjoy the product of me and @starlostseungmin's active imagination over chanel seungmin.... how does one look THAT good? 😖💘 : taglist is open!

2024 ⓒ starseungs on tumblr. do not steal, repost, or edit.

“I’m sorry, what?”

The car remained silent despite your words of confusion. You felt as though your world had come to an extreme halt, giving you a whiplash as the buzz of the road outside continued to pierce through your ears. There was nothing else to keep your mind away from the absolute bomb of news that was just given to you; your manager had turned it down before uttering the horrid sentence that brought your untimely demise.

The car may have kept on with its task of moving forward—but you were stuck frozen in place.

“You’re joking.”

Your world fell on seemingly deaf ears. The man up front, steering the wheel, rendered himself mute to your growing distress, finding the busy traffic of city life interesting enough to keep his eyes glued. But the urban chaos didn’t distract you one bit from brewing a storm of gunpowder inside your throat.

And just like that, a ghost of a click was heard.

“No—please tell me you’re joking,” you voiced out, tone betraying your attempts at keeping things respectful. It soon came to your attention that the effort was of no use, as your manager still chose to keep his peace. “Changbin!”

The car swiveled a bit off-lane for a second before returning to its correct course. Normally, such an abrupt action by a vehicle would concern you, as you would argue that you were still much too young to suffer at the hands of a road accident, but no such thoughts even made their way into your brain. Just like how time had stopped for you, there was no time for debating over survival either. One life or death situation was already enough for you.

You wanted answers, and you were going to get them.

Changbin exhaled audibly from the scare he just put both of you through. His hands shook with a slight tremor, and that was all it took for him to decide that pulling over to the nearest parking area was for the best.

“Don’t yell in the car like that!” You scoffed at his scolding, finding the whole situation ironic.

“Oh, so you can do it all the time, but I can’t?” You shot back. Changbin sighed tiredly, finally registering the extent of your agitation. "Plus, I have a perfectly good reason why I’m yelling!”

“Listen, Y/N, it’s really not that bad—”

“Yes, it is that bad!” The words spill out of your mouth in utter disbelief at his attempts at assurance. “I’m working with Kim Seungmin, of all people!”

“And that’s why it’d be fine!” Changbin argued, running a hand through his already tousled hair. You blinked at his reply, baffled by the sheer implication.

“—How?”

Changbin clicked his tongue at the question, finding it hard to digest just why you were so against working with the mentioned actor. With the mere sound of that actor’s name spat out of your mouth, one would think that he had somehow managed to offend your entire bloodline. But that kind of bitterness could only be achieved through a sour history, so you really couldn’t empathize with your manager’s mindset either.

Even you knew that this movie would be enormously successful from the director alone. Director Han Jisung’s influence and presence in the industry were not a laughing matter—in fact, you should already be trembling in anxiety just knowing that you snagged probably the biggest role you’d ever get in your whole career. He was only around the same age as you, but the winding list of his achievements was already one for the records. And yet, here you were rethinking your contract with him even before the project started.

Just because of who you were going to be acting alongside with.

“Seungmin is a nice person,” Changbin explained gently, like he was coaxing a child, intentionally ignoring the way your face scrunched up at what he said. “I did my research, ok? Everyone only has high praises for him, both on and off set. Isn’t that enough to be trusted?”

You bit your tongue to stop yourself from digging a deeper hole to lie in. The answer was no—it wasn’t enough to be trusted. Now, at this point, someone would’ve had half the mind to ask why you were so sure about your vendetta against the man. If a person was so well loved in a world where cameras were pointed at them in every waking minute, then shouldn’t all the dirt be found by now, if there was any?

To that, your answer would be yet another no.

Because you knew Kim Seungmin. You knew how life functioned despite the cameras. And you knew that it was harder to keep a good shot hidden than it was to delete a bad one.

“Turn the car around.”

Changbin’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets at your demand. Surely, he had heard you now. You crossed your arms and leaned back to rest comfortably on the carseat, turning your head to face the window and glare at the world outside, continuing on with their lives like a well-followed routine.

“Y/N, this is a big opportunity—”

“I said, turn the car around. I’m not attending this cursed table reading,” you pinched the bridge of your nose to keep the incoming migraine at bay.

“You really think I’ll willingly step into a room with the devil’s incarnate? I’d rather get shot—”

“—sensing a great shot!”

Director Han Jisung nodded positively at your performance, satisfied with your initial portrayal of the female lead.

“If we keep going like this, then I’m expecting this project to be a big hit. The casting team really did their pay’s worth on this one,” the young director hummed. “Especially you, Actor Kim Seungmin. I don’t know how they managed to get through your company's walls, but I’m glad they did. You’re perfect for the role!”

You felt your eye twitch as the figure bearing the name appeared within your vision. His mouth curled up into an arrogant smirk, hastily covered up by a bashful smile. You cringed at his actions that only you seemed to see. Why was this prick acting all humble?

“Ah, I always wanted to act in one of your films, Director Han. This is more of an amazing opportunity for me than you, honestly.”

That smoothed honey voice wrapped itself around the room’s premise, charming everyone around like it was coming from an alluring siren. All except you.

Your mouth filled with a coating of spite as his next sentence echoed through your ears. His eyes locked you in as a target, a wordless challenge shooting straight at your own.

“Plus, seeing who my co-star is, I’m quite thrilled to see the end product,” Seungmin grinned with a manic glint.

Fuck. You should’ve turned that damned car around yourself.

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[aspenwritesstuff]

hello aspen !! how are you doing?? i hope youre doing good! i just read your seungmin fic and started crying at the end it was so beautiful!! he is my bias and i dont feel like theres a lot of work with him :(( i wanted to ask will you be doing more seungmin?? i also wanted to ask if you would let me be🥚anon if you do that?? anyway i hope youre doing good and thank you for writing seungmin!!!

Hello! I'm doing okay right now, just a little worn out. Thanks for asking!

I'm so glad you enjoyed the Seungmin one-shot! I agree, I feel like he isn't represented as often in fanfiction. (At least not that I've seen.) I'll likely be doing more Seungmin in the future, although I do have the remainder of the members for REPLAY to write. Eventually I will give him some more love, though! Promise.

My first recurring anon? And it's an egg?! Of course, my dear egg! I hope you're well, also.

#anon: 🥚 #precious anon #stars and raindrops feedback #aspen answers #my first claimed anon! #seungmin fanfiction

[hyunsvngs]

i saw seungmin in this shirt and my mind broke down. also yes me and ems wrote fics for the same fanmeet outfits without realising

wc: 1.6k

warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, dirty talk (seungmin is mean), dom seungmin, sub reader, exhibitionism? anyone could walk in, blowjob, boot humping, unprotected sex, creampie

“I don’t- I can’t-”

Seungmin’s lips press to yours again soothingly. He’s still sweaty from the fan meeting, and his lips are a little wet. “It’s okay, calm down.”

You’re backstage and way too worked up. Going to the fan meeting and seeing your boyfriend in all his glory onstage was one thing, but when he walked out in that damn Diesel top? Yeah, you were sure you’d had a heart attack. You jumped his bones as soon as he walked backstage and he’d carted you off to the nearest separate dressing room to ‘calm you down’, much to the jeers of the other boys. 

There’s sweat beading onto your chest by the time you get him to stop kissing you, and you sink to your knees, breathing hot air over the front of Seungmin’s jeans. He peers down at you with a raised eyebrow, hands moving to his belt. 

“Really? Right here?” He asks, and you only nod. “You’re feeling a little filthy today, aren’t you?”

“Don’t tease me,” You huff, nose nudging his growing erection. He wraps his fist around your hair and pulls you backwards, making you look up at him. He looks ever the image of power - the choice of attire accentuates the milky skin of his arms, and his eyes are dark when he tuts at you for ogling him like that. “You look so good.”

“Behave,” He murmurs. You nod again. You can’t do anything else when he’s in a mood like this, only nod and feel the gusset of your panties sticking to your messy folds. He’s feeling strict, but if you keep pouting up at him, eyes glassy, perhaps he’ll let you have it. 

“Please,” You beg, bottom lip quivering. You’re not above crying to suck your boyfriend’s cock, and he knows that - hell, he’s made you cry over it before and probably will again. Tonight, though, it seems he’s feeling a little kinder than normal, because he lets go of your hair and starts to unbuckle his belt. “Oh, oh! Yeah, yeah, gimme, gimme-”

“Shut up,” He admonishes, eyebrows furrowed in contention. He pulls his belt from the waist of his jeans and they drop down to his thighs, stopped by the lean muscle. Only a beat passes before he lets you see it, firstly with the trimmed, pitch-black hair at his base, and then with the whole length of his cock bobbing up against the bottom of his abdomen. He’s still only half hard, a little soft when he polishes his cockhead with his hand, but it only takes a second before he’s standing at full mast. 

You can hear noises from outside the door. It only serves to make you leak more into your underwear, shifting on your knees from where you are in front of him, but you’d never wish to rush Seungmin. He stares at you while you writhe, and then finally, finally, he nods.

You know what that nod means. You’re suckling the tip in seconds. He leaks steadily for you, and you whimper around his length when he moans at your actions. You’re used to sucking him off by now, and so you start to bob your head on as much as you can fit, moving your fist to pump the part of his length that you can’t quite reach. Seungmin’s hips thrust forwards once, twice, and then he gives up, moving his hands to your head.

“I’m gonna fuck your throat,” He murmurs. He gives you enough time to pull away, but you don’t, only moaning and moving your hands to rest on his thighs. “Yeah? You’re gonna let me do that here? That’s so fucking slutty.”

Of course you are. Your jaw goes lax, and Seungmin groans, his eyes rolling back into his head as he starts to thrust. He presses into your throat over and over, making your eyes water as you gaze up at him, but the whole thing’s so hot you can’t protest. Seungmin’s normally iffy about messes but with the way you’re drooling all over his cock, you’re not sure he minds right now.

You can’t help yourself. Your hand dips underneath your skirt and starts to rub circles into your clit, through your panties and Seungmin’s oblivious for a moment. He thrusts into your mouth a few more times and it’s the wet whine you let out that gives you away - Seungmin’s eyes open, peering down at your disshevelled figure on the floor.

“Mm, don’t do all of that,” He murmurs condescendingly. His thrusts stop and he lets his shaft slide out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. You’re allowed to sit there and gasp for air for a moment, but then Seungmin’s boot nudges into your knee.

The position’s a little awkward, but you spread your legs and let him push his boot underneath your skirt for you to hump into. It’s a nice gesture from Seungmin, who’s normally scathing words and even worse spankings, but then he fucks into your throat so hard it makes you gag. 

“Take it,” He huffs, and then he’s doing something ultimately worse. With his fingers intertwined in your hair, he grips your head and starts to bounce it on his cock. You’re whining hard by now, hips kicking up a fuss on your boyfriend’s shoe, and you see his eye twitch when you gag on one pull downwards with a sharp wail.

He pulls out of your mouth with a fuss. He’s quick to yank you up by your hair, pulling you over to the nearest vanity to bend you over. You don’t mind - you’re embarrassingly eager, actually, letting your knees fall apart to show your man the mess you’ve made of yourself. His hand moves to your hair to push your skirt over your ass. The cold air hitting the sodden fabric of your underwear has you keening, pushing your ass backwards. You can’t see yourself from your position, tummy down on the vanity table and face buried in your arms, but you know you must look like a certain debauched type of picture. 

“You wanted me that bad, huh?” He muses, thumb sweeping over your core. You whimper, nodding with a twitch of your leg, and then Seungmin’s yanking your panties to the side. Before you can squeal, to make a noise to acknowledge him, he’s sinking his whole length in you at once. “There you go. You’ve got it now, feel it, whore. Feels good?”

“Feels s’good,” You slur, drool slicking your bottom lip just from the stretch of him. Seungmin’s longer than he is thick but he’s still enough to have your pussy throbbing, clit aching for stimulation from the feeling of him pressing at your walls. “Feels g-good, fuck me, fuck me- please, please, guh- gotta-”

“Yeah, okay,” He sighs, as if he’s annoyed, and then he’s rutting into you so hard you swear your eyes cross. Seungmin groans and grunts with each gush of your pussy around him, and when his hand moves to your hair again, he’s yanking your face out of its safe haven. “Look at yourself. Fucking look at that.”

You have to. Your eyes are glassy with unshed tears, and you’re drooling so hard it’s affected some of your makeup. Your cheeks are flushed, obvious that it spreads down your neck and to your chest, and you’re still fucking your hips backwards to try and get more of him. 

“Please,” You watch yourself say it, lips kiss-bitten and broken. “Please give it to me harder, Seungminnie, I need it.”

“You need it?” He questions, just to watch you nod so hard you look like a dumb little bobblehead. “Okay. Don’t take it back, then.” 

His confidence would be sickening if it isn’t for the way he starts to fuck into you so hard you squeal. His mushroom tip kicks into your cervix with every thrust, and you can see him gritting his teeth with the speed of it all. He’s still holding your hair, and you watch yourself finally begin to cry, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure. 

You whine and writhe, and Seungmin’s other hand goes to your ass to keep you down, laid flat for him. Your nipples are so hard through your shirt that it’s starting to hurt, and when you shift your hips again, he hits a spot so good that you sob wetly.

“There! There, there, there, please don’t- don’t stop, Seungmin, I’ll fucking cum,” You babble, and your eyes finally fall shut. Seungmin doesn’t reprimand you for it, only continuing his pistoning into that same exact spot that has you babbling out profanities and half-spoken words. “Yeah. Yeah! There, there, fucking- I’ll cum so good, I’ll cum so-”

“I know you will, f-fucking whore,” His voice is faltering, and you know he’s getting close. “Cum for me. Shut up and just fucking cum.”

It explodes behind your eyes. Your toes curl with it and you gush and wail on Seungmin’s cock, walls fluttering so deliciously around the slick slide. He helps you ride it out, hand now pulling you backwards with each thrust, and then he’s letting go of your hair so unceremoniously it falls with a thud back to your arms.

You’re just panting now, pussy still clenching down on your boyfriend through the aftershocks of your orgasm, and Seungmin starts to chase his high. It only takes a few ridiculously fast thrusts for him to finish, and he pumps you full of his cum easily with a loud groan. 

He slips out of you and you let out a whimper, causing him to make his own answering, mock-whimper in response. You hear him shuffling about behind you and when you finally open your eyes, tilting your head towards him, he’s looking for tissues with his wet cock in his hand. 

“Seungminnie,” You giggle, kicking your feet. The action only causes his cum to drip out of your pussy and down your thighs, and you groan in disdain, immediately halting his movements. 

Seungmin laughs. “That’s karma for laughing at me when I’m trying to help you.”

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.•:｡✧ ♡ ✧｡:•.skz kinktober part II 2023♡.•:｡

list of different kinktober masterlists where stray kids members are included. this list is for me to keep on track with the different kinktober events taking place in the month of october.

.•:｡✧ ♡ ✧｡:•. skz kinktober part I | skz kinktober part III

♡ kinktober by @sugawhaaa ♡ kinktober by @aerasx ♡ simptober (fluff version) by @skz-streamer ♡ kinktober by @triplejracha ♡ sub skz kinktober by @lilquokka04 ♡ skz eight nights of halloween by @/dlmlufics ♡ softtober (vanilla sex) by @whatudowhennooneseesyou ♡ monster fuck by @planet-dusk (op is holding a event where you can send asks with the monster fuck month theme) ♡ smutober by @dreamescapeswriting ♡ spooktober (jisung + chan) by @boydepartment ♡ kinktober by @jinikkari ♡ kinktober by @meowjunjun ♡ flufftober (fluff version) by @hannahhbahng ♡ kinktober by @chanswhxre ♡ kinktober by @delulusungmin ♡ spooktober by @kaciidubs

♡ kinktober by @lixiektty

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Texting Skz “Happy Anniversary” (Hyung Line)

//gn!reader x Skz//

Synopsis: You try and wish your boyfriend a happy anniversary for Skz Day

Genre: crack, fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: HAPPY SKZ DAYYYYYYYYY. Wanted to put a little something out for the kids’ 6th year 🫶🏾

~Maknae Line~

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(Literally) Lost in the Woods ~ *Kim Seungmin*

Summary: It's not your fault! He didn't have to take the so-called "short cut". But now that the two of you are alone, you can't help but panic. I mean your crush is right there in a sleeping bag next to you!

Pairing: Kim Seungmin X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 2051

Warning: Swearing, teasing, inner turmoil

Masterlist

Taglist: @foxwinter @maeleelee @mxnsxngie @kpop-will-kill-me

“Nice going Seungmin.” You grumble, slamming your car door as you raise your phone to try and find a signal.

“Oh please,” he shot back, “you’re one to talk. Who told me to take a left instead of a right?”

“You didn’t have to listen to me!”

He scoffed, arms folded over his chest. “You were adamant that this was the way! And now, not only are we late, but we’re lost too! Everyone’s going to wonder where we are.”

Shrugging, you answer, “perhaps they will. But I’ll just tell them it was your fault.”

You felt a smack against the back of your head, and you shot a venomous glare to the offender. All he did was give you his cute puppy dog smile in response. You scowled, as you dropped your phone and turned it off. “There’s no signal. We’re stuck here.”

“Then it’s a good thing I sent a text to Chan before we made that stupid wrong turn telling him we were probably going to be late.” Seungmin replied.

“You shouldn’t text and drive.”

“And you shouldn’t force people to take a ‘shortcut’ when you don't know for certain if it is a shortcut or not.”

Rolling your eyes, you mumble, “thanks Seungmin. I really appreciate that.”

He opened his mouth but shut it a minute later. Instead, he sighed and went back to the car. You glanced backwards to see what he was up to, but decided you didn’t care and began to mess with your phone. With any luck, Chan had a plan to come find you guys and you’d be saved before you had to spend the night with just Seungmin.

Besides, it was Felix’s dumb idea to go camping together in the first place. Of course, you’d never tell him that in person, but it was a dumb idea. It’s like he knew you were trying to avoid Seungmin like your life depended on it. And he probably did. He was perceptive that way. At least he had the decency to suggest all of you go camping together, that way if you were really dead set on avoiding Seungmin, you could play it off as just wanting to spend time with the others.

You swallowed a groan as you laid back on the hood of the car. This was hopeless. You never should have agreed to go on this trip. It should have tipped you off when they made the two of you take your car by yourselves. This was all some elaborate ruse for you to tell Seungmin why you were avoiding him. But you’d rather die than tell him, thank you very much.

The sound of the car’s horn jolted you off the car. 

“Hey, get up.” He shouted at you from out of the driver’s window.

“WHAT THE HELL SEUNGMIN? WHAT WAS THAT FOR?”

He didn’t answer you. Instead, he got out of the car and tossed your sleeping bag at you. “Here. Take that. You’re going to need it.”

You frowned. “We’re not seriously camping out here, right? We can keep circling around until we find the campsite.”

“We’re almost out of gas. I’m not going to waste the rest of our supply trying to find the others.” He explained with a look of indignation. “Besides, we’re technically still in the campgrounds. Nothing is going to get us if we camp out here. We have a tent. We have some snacks. And we can always huddle in the car if it gets cold or starts to rain. No big deal.”

To him, it was no big deal. To you, it was life or death.

“Fine.” Your voice came out strained, but you tried to ignore it. You moved to help him as he pitched the tent for the two of you. You also tried to ignore the thoughts that you would be sleeping so close to him in this tiny tent.

“After this, we should get some firewood.”

You nodded. “I’ll go east, you go west.”

He gave you a teasing impressed look. “You know your directions? If I had known that, I would have asked you to help get us out of this mess.”

Rolling your eyes, you shove him playfully. “Oh please. You do know which way west is, don’t you? Because if you know your directions as well, you could also get us out of this mess.”

Seungmin scoffed. “I know which way west is. Besides, you suck at putting this tent together. I’ll let you get a head start on finding that firewood while I finish up here.”

Standing, you brush your hands on your pants and say, “Alright. I’ll have way more firewood than you by the time I’m done.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

With a huff, you walk into the copse of woods next to your makeshift campsite, and start picking sticks for the fire. It was pretty easy to find firewood and you could tell you’d have more than enough very soon. However, your mind was elsewhere instead of the little bet you made with him. 

You were stuck in the woods with none other than Kim Seungmin, the guy you’ve had the biggest crush on for the past year. This was literally the worst case scenario, a cringey cliche you’d read in trashy romance novels. Sure it was fun to read about, but not to experience yourself. 

Besides, this was Seungmin you were talking about. If you did make it to the campsite, you were sure the other Stray Kids members were instructed to try and throw the two of you together. But now it looks like it was going to happen without their help, which made you feel the tiniest bit better. However, if you did somehow try to confess to him, and he rejected you, the painful awkwardness would increase tenfold as the two of you were stuck together. You couldn’t do it. You had to keep your mouth shut about your feelings for him. You couldn’t bear to have him hate you or even worse, make fun of you for your feelings.

Eventually, you had too much firewood for you to carry and you carefully made your way back to the campsite. Seungmin wasn’t there, and you assumed he was looking for his own firewood. So you stack your wood, create a makeshift fire pit with rocks and the sticks, and light a fire.

By the time he came back, you were already preparing the food you brought. “Not bad, but I brought back more.”

You frowned. “Likely story. At least I started the fire. You were too slow to come back.”

All he did was laugh and set his own firewood next to yours. The two of you shared a meal together and you showed him constellations in the sky. If you didn’t think too hard, you could pretend the two of you were on a date together. If only that were true. But you tried not to think about that.

When you couldn’t stop yawning, Seungmin stood up and held out a hand to you, which made your eyes widen in surprise. “C’mon. Let’s go to bed.”

You had to remind yourself you weren’t dating, that you were two sort-of friends that were on a camping trip together.

Ignoring his hand, you slip into the tent and into your sleeping bag. “Good night, Seungmin.”

“Good night.”

You hoped sleep would come easy to you, but you were annoyed to find it eluding your capture. You couldn’t stop yourself from tossing and turning, trying not to think about the boy sleeping next to you. At least, you hoped he was asleep. You’d hate to be what would be keeping him awake.

“Hey, are you awake?”

Seungmin’s voice was quiet and a little unsure as he called out to you in the dark.

You stop moving to answer, “I’m awake. What’s wrong? Do you need me to put more wood on the fire? I can do it.”

“No.” He answered quickly. “It’s not that. It’s just…”

When he trailed off, your heart clenched. What was he trying to say? “Yes?”

“Why are you avoiding me?”

You were really hoping he wouldn’t ask you that question in a million years. And yet here it was, floating before the two of you, waiting for your answer. You didn’t know what to say and yet a million things rested on the tip of your tongue. What could you tell him? What did he want your answer to be? You wish you had the answer, but it was just out of your reach.

The sound of his sleeping bag caught your attention and you shouldn’t have looked, but you did anyway. Seungmin had turned so he could look at you, his head propped up by his hand. There was no malice or frustration in his eyes that sparkled even in the dark. Instead he looked at you with genuine curiosity and a little sadness, judging on the downward curve of his lips. Despite the look he gave you that tugged harshly at your heartstrings, you still couldn’t think of a “right” answer.

“I love you.”

Well, that certainly was an answer.

His eyes widened at your words and you wanted to swallow them. You wished you could rewind back to the start of the day so you could avoid this whole mess. But that was impossible. Just like it was impossible to take back the words that were now hanging like a thick fog between the two of you.

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. Let’s just go to sleep and forget I said anything. Tomorrow we’ll find the others and we can put tonight behind us where it belongs.”

It hurt to deny your feelings like this but you had no choice. He didn’t seem to accept your feelings, though he didn’t deny them either. Still, you didn’t want things to go this way. You wanted to confess when you had more courage and could face him with certainty. Now you could never speak such words to him again, lest things become awkward like they were right now.

“I don’t want to forget.”

His words were so quiet, you almost lost them in the middle of your inner breakdown. Now it was you who turned to look at him with wide eyes. However, his gaze was anywhere but yours.

“What I mean to say is, I may or may not like you an awful lot too. I mean, uh, love is a strong word for right now. But I do like you more than what a friend would. But I was scared to tell you. I’m not very good at being vulnerable, and I wanted to do this right. I thought that on the car ride back from the camping trip might have been a good time to tell you-”

“And yet I ruined it by saying it now.” You couldn’t help but giggle. “Sorry, I shouldn’t laugh, but it’s just funny that we were both worried about the same thing when it came to telling the other our feelings. I mean, I didn’t mean to say I love you, because I agree, love is too strong right now. But I do care almost too much about you, Seungmin.”

He smiled and your heart almost melted. “That’s good to hear. Because I feel the exact same way.”

“I can’t believe this happened like this.” You returned his smile. “But I’m glad it did. I would have died if the others heard this.”

Seungmin nodded, his expression dropping to gravely serious. “Absolutely. They do not need to know a single thing, alright?”

You nodded and linked your pinky with his. “Our confession will be our little secret.”

He brought your interlocked fingers to his mouth and kissed them, making you blush. “We should really get some sleep now.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Good night, Seungmin.”

“Good night.”

As you turned away, you smiled into the night. Your heart felt full and you were satisfied. Though the two of you didn’t define your new relationship, it didn’t matter right now. What did matter was that you knew he liked you just as much as you liked him. Suddenly, you didn’t feel as lost as before. Not with Seungmin next to you.

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