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baby-yongbok · 3 months

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You're So Pretty

Kim Seungmin x Fem!Reader

-`♡´- Genre: Smut - The Sugary Sweet Type

-`♡´- Summary: “You love seeing me in a bonnet?” -`♡´- Word Count: 3.3k -`♡´- Warnings: Unprotected piv (Safe sex is great sex) - [That should be it] -`♡´- A/N: This is 2000% self indulgent. I've never felt pretty when wearing my bonnet and I've always been so shy about it. I just thought of this idea out of the blue and I've been obsessed with it ever since! This might be some of the fluffiest smut I've ever written and it's really more about the connection than the smut (to me) I hope you enjoy because I love this! + the reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC ♡ . All feedback is appreciated! Thanks for reading! 💗

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The privilege of lazy mornings was not something that Seungmin came across often, so when he had the chance to lounge in the golden morning sunlight shining through the slightly broken blinds of your bedroom he took in every single second of it. It’s been weeks since he’s been able to lay in the tangled sheets with you, watching with starry eyes as you hug more than half of the blanket to your chest. It’s still early, his body has gotten so used to his insane schedule that his eyes opened right when the sun started to rise but he can’t find it in him to be mad about it. Not when he has the best view of his life right in front of him.

He turns on his side, resting his cheek against his bent arm as he scans your sweet features. Your soft breathing and snores - that you won’t admit to - fill the air around him, a soft smile adorning his lips as he takes you in. Gosh, he’s missed you. Missed this. He reaches forward, caressing your cheek with the pad of his thumb and pushing away a stray strand of hair that escaped from your bonnet. The pale pink silk covering your hair shines in the orange glow as more of the morning light creeps into the cracks of your curtains. The butterflies on the print nearly come to life in the shimmering glow.

He gently drapes his arm over your waist, shifting towards you so that he can embrace you properly. He’s never been one for skin ship but in the years that you’ve been together he’s found that you are his only exception. He can’t stand not having his arms around you, the feeling of your soft skin under his touch calms him like nothing else in this world.

You shift under the new touch, snuggling into his arms and nearly shrugging your bonnet off. He smiles, reaching up to adjust the edge of the cap so that it stays on. You always tell him that your pink bonnet is your favorite and for this reason the elastic is looser than your others. It’s fallen off in the middle of the night more times than you can count, allowing your curls to sprawl out over you and Seungmin’s pillows.

You hum sleepily as he pulls the bonnet down and he hums back, mimicking the soft sound and making up a melody to lull you back to sleep. His fingers trace over your face, cradling your cheek in his palm. A sigh of contentment interrupts his humming as he traces over your features, he’s already memorized every inch of you but he can’t help but to pretend like it’s the first time he’s seeing you every time his eyes land on you. Your eyelashes flutter as his thumb brushes over your lips and a gentle smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. He leans in close enough to feel your breath on his face.

"I know you’re awake" He pulls back, watching as you fight the grin pulling at the corners of your lips.

“I’m not.” A husky chuckle escapes him, the sleep coating his vocal cords making him sound deeper than usual. “I’m sleeping.”

“Oh yeah?” You hum, scooting closer to him and snuggling into his white cotton shirt. “You talk in your sleep now?”

His arm wraps back around your waist, tracing imaginary shapes into your back through your thin tank top. “Mhmm.”

“She snores, she talks in her sleep, I wonder what’s next.” You earn yourself another chuckle as you pull back from him, a scoff leaving your lips as you glare at him. “There go those pretty eyes.”

“I do not snore.” He hums, hugging you back against his chest.

“You do, don’t worry it’s cute.” It’s your turn to chuckle as your arms find a home around his waist, you mimic his earlier actions, tracing shapes into his back as the two of you lie in the warm silent morning glow. He rests his chin on top of your head, settling into your fluffy bonnet and allowing the scent of your shampoo to flood his senses. “Good morning, princess.”

“Good morning, my love.” Your bonnet starts to slip off again and he smiles against it. You sigh, fisting the fabric and pulling it off of your head, revealing your surprisingly tame curls. “Sorry about that.” A shy chuckle escapes you as you pull away a bit to catch his gaze.

“Why are you sorry?”

“That thing is annoying and I bet it’s not that pretty to look at.” A deep blush paints your cheeks as you stare up at him. “You always say that you love my hair so I bet I look ugly in the -”

“Never.” His voice is soft yet firm, sweet but hushed. His honey pupils are wide and sincere as they stare back into yours. “You never look ugly, especially not when you're wearing your bonnet. I love seeing you in it, I've always loved it.”

“You love seeing me in a bonnet?” Your furrowed brows meet his slight pout as he slides down a bit to meet your eyes. You both lay your head on his pillow.

“I do.” His big puppy eyes stay locked on yours as he twirls one of your curls around his finger mindlessly. “You’re stunning all the time but I love it most when you’re comfortable. When I see you in your bonnet, especially your favorite one, I know that you’re comfortable and that makes me the happiest man on this planet. I think that it’s cute.”

“Cute?” You can’t help the blush that runs over your cheeks. You’d be lying if you said that his words didn’t make your heart flutter and swell with love for him but it would be out of character for you to not tease him just a little. “I’m just cute?” He smiles at your pout, running his hand down the curve of your waist.

“You’re not just anything.” You blink up at him, his touch is waking you up faster than any coffee ever could. “You’re cute, You’re beautiful, stunning, hot, breathtaking.”

His large hand squeezes your hip, pressing his pelvis - and morning wood - against you. Your hand rests on his chest, lazily fisting his shirt as he showers you with sweet nothings.

“You’re right, you’re not just cute when you have your bonnet on.” He pushes his chest against yours and you move your hand so that your fingers are running through his blonde locks.

“What am I then?” Your voice is barely above a whisper and he mimics it with his response, leaning in dangerously close to the delicate skin of your neck.

“You’re sexy.” He grins at the shiver he feels run up your spine, pressing a soft kiss to the shell of your ear. “Seeing you relaxed in your bonnet is the sexiest thing ever. I love knowing that you’re comfortable around me.”

You sigh into him, the sweet scent of him mixed with his words making you feel dizzy. “Are you comfortable around me, baby?”

“So comfortable, Min.” He pulls you closer, his soft lips pressing against your forehead. You feel your body relax into his as his lips trail down the curve of your neck. You let out a sigh of relief, feeling safe and loved in his arms.

“Do me a favor, please?” He reaches behind you, pressing a kiss to your temple and causing a chuckle to tumble from your lips as you press your own soft kiss to his neck. “Put it back on.”

He holds the pink satin out to you, offering it with a smile as you take it from him. “Usually you’re telling me to take stuff off, this is a first.” He chuckles, his voice sounding more normal now.

“We’re getting to that part.” He kneads the soft flesh of your thigh as you scoop your hair back into the cap, making sure to get every curl until Seungmin stops you. “Leave this one out.” He wraps the coil around his finger, pulling it down and watching it bounce back.

“Why?”

“It always slips out when you’re sleeping. I love it.” A toothy school girl smile sweeps your features before you quickly hide it behind your hand. “Nuh uh, let me see.” He moves your hand, holding it in his as he studies your features once again.

“That’s my pretty girl. So cute. So sexy.” He whispers as he pulls you flush against him, rolling over on top of you and hovering just enough to make sure that he doesn’t crush you. Your eyes flutter shut as his lips brush against yours. You let out a small giggle at the sudden movement as he lowers himself onto his forearms. You blink up at him, feeling the sleepiness float away as you get lost in the moment, only able to feel the love and pure desire radiating from him.

Neither of you speak another word as you simultaneously soul gaze and brush blushed lips over every inch of available skin. Short chuckles and lazy smiles make their way into the mix as your hands glide over the smooth cotton covering his board shoulder and back, you rake your fingers through his hair as he presses his hips into you. Before the two of you even realize it you start grinding against each other, his hips rutting against your dripping core.

You aren’t sure when you got so turned on but you’re almost positive that your panties are ruined. Seungmin on the other hand knew that he wanted to feel you as soon as his eyes fluttered open and landed on you, he meant it when he said he finds you attractive in your bonnet. Your comfort turns him on more than you could ever know. You do so much for him on a daily basis, you support him through hell and back so when you both have the chance to take it slow and you slip on your bonnet he’s the happiest man alive. It just so happens that his happiness is accompanied by a hard on.

His lips are relentlessly pressing against yours, kissing, sucking and lightly nipping at your bottom lip. “What are you doing to me, pretty girl?” He’s breathless, whispering against your lips before going in for more. “Making me so desperate for you so early in the morning.”

“I like when you’re desperate.” You smile into the kiss and he mimics you, grinding against your clothed cunt hard and slow. The drag of his cock against your panties is dizzying, your eyelids flutter shut before you can even think to stop them. “You feel so good against me.”

“Can I make you feel good while I’m inside of you?” Sweet kisses are planted along your jawline, an airy moan escapes you and your clit throbs as you try to think of a clever answer but the only thing on your mind is him. There’s only Seungmin. You offer him an enthusiastic nod that he appreciates but won’t easily accept. “Gotta give me more than that, princess.”

“Please, Min, wan’ you inside.” Suddenly you feel sleepy all over again, maybe you’re drunk off of him. His sweet kisses and gentle yet demanding touch, his scent, his voice, it’s all so intoxicating.

He supports himself on one arm while the other reaches down to dip his boxers down and free his cock. It slaps against your inner thigh and you can’t help but to whimper at the warmth of it as the soft skin rubs against you. He follows but hooking his finger into the gusset of your panties, pulling them aside and hissing a curse once he feels just how wet you are under the fabric.

“Do you always get this wet when I call you pretty?” His middle finger traces the lightest possible circle around your clit. One, two, three times before trailing down, parting your folds with the same finger and prodding your entrance with the tip. You buck your hips up into his touch, desperate to feel more of him. “Or is it when I call you sexy?”

His finger breaches your hole, filling you with half of his finger and pumping a couple of times before slowly pulling out and teasing your clit again. “Seung, please, I need you. Wanna feel you, baby.”

“Your wish.” He eagerly drags the head of his cock along your folds, he’d never admit it but he’s glad that you asked to skip the teasing. Usually he’d keep it going but this morning he needs you just as badly. He misses you, all of you.

You gasp as the head of his cock stretches your cunt, your eyes roll back as the rest of his length follows and a moan drags from your throat as he bottoms out, filling you so deliciously that your breath stutters. “Is my command.”

He starts moving slowly, rocking his hips almost lazily into you. He fills you to the brim with each thrust, giving you every inch that he has to offer and making your eyes roll back in pure bliss.

“So pretty like that.” His thumb caresses your cheek as you moan beneath him, slowly coming apart at the seams. “So pretty when your eyes roll back for me, so sexy.”

“You’re pretty too, baby.” You reach up to cup his face in your hands, he melts into your palms. His hips stutter at the contact and his eyes flutter shut for just a second. Your touch is the purest thing in the world to him. You never fail to make him melt. “So pretty, so fine, you’re sexy.”

“Yeah?” A quick kiss to the tip of your nose interrupts his strokes. An elated smirk adorned his features as he stared down at you with bright golden eyes illuminated by the morning sun.

“Yea - oh my gosh” You’re interrupted by a moan as the head of his cock drags along your swelling g-spot. That’s when he knows that you’re ready for more.

“You’re prettier.” He scrunches his face at you playfully as he pushes himself up, still settled deep inside of you. He shifts onto his knees. “You want more?”

“Please, Minnie, more.” You reach for him, intertwining your fingers with one hand while his other pushes your thigh back just enough for him to get a good look at how he’s stuffing you full of him.

“I’m going to fuck this pretty cunt okay, pup?” All you offer is a nod but due to his own burning desire he decided to accept it this time. He rocks into faster than before, finding a pace that leaves you both throwing your heads back. “My princesses cunt is drooling around my cock. Takin’ me so well.”

Your free hand grips at the sheet while the other squeezes Seungmin’s hand. He leans over and plants sloppy kisses onto your knuckles while his other hand grips at your thigh. The way that you’re clenching around him has him seeing stars and the sweet sounds filling the air around him are only adding fuel to the fire inside his chest. Usually he’d want to tear you apart, fuck into you at a rough and unrelenting pace but not right now. Right now he wants to watch the way that the golden light makes your cocoa skin shimmer, right now he wants to stare into your caramel eyes and get lost in the galaxies inside of them while you squeeze around him so impossibly tight that he has to write songs in his head just to keep his composure or maybe he won’t. Maybe he’ll get so lost in you that he’ll forget the words to every song that he’s ever sung. Maybe that’s what he wants right now.

“Minnie - min, feel so good ‘s so full, baby.” He picks up the pace just a bit, filling you to the hilt with each thrust.

“You like that, pup?” Your blissed out expression is all the answer that he needs but he still liked hearing you say it. “Wan’ give my baby the fuck that she deserves.”

“Oh god, right there, Min, please.” Your pussy is fluttering around him like you could cum any second. He shakes his head, smiling down at you with adoring eyes but you’re too busy biting your finger with your eyes screwed shut to notice. That’s fine, you look pretty like that, so pretty that his cock is twitching and he’s nearly ready to bust himself. “Min, Min, Minnie”

You didn’t even have to actually ask him, he already knows what it means when you call his name like that. His hand abandons its grip on your thigh and his pointer and middle fingers softly - yet firmly - press against your swollen clit circling the bud just how you like it.

“You’ll make me so happy if you cum on my cock, princess.” You prop yourself up on your elbow, desperately wanting to watch the way that his cock fucks you open so perfectly. “You see that? See how your pretty cunt swallows my cock?”

You clench around him once his filthy words fill your ears. How could he fuck you so sensually while saying such erotic things? “ ‘S perfect. Was made just for me, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, yes, baby it’s yours. Made just for you.” His hips stutter as you moan for him, his hand squeezes yours where your fingers are still intertwined. The energy around you is pure, loving, sensual, orgasmic. “M- Min I-I’m gonna cum, gonna cum, can I please.”

“ ‘M gonna cum with you, pup. Gonna fill your pretty cunt, okay?”

“Please please, yes.” You drop down, lying back against the pillow and Seungmin follows you so he doesn’t let go of your hand. He hovers over you, keeping the same pace as before while his other hand grips at your waist.

“Cum for me, c-cum pretty baby, oh fuck.” He wants nothing more than to look into your eyes while you come undone underneath him, shivering and calling his name into the air like a prayer but he can’t help but to allow his eyes to flutter shut as he takes it all in. You feel so good, sound so pretty, so perfect.

“Oh my- fuck.” You press your hands against his chest, fisting his t-shirt as he pants above you. A couple seconds of silence surround the two of you before you break it, a light chuckle leaving your lips. Seungmin smiles before he even opens his eyes, looking up to meet your sparkling orbs as your sweet chuckle fills the air.

“I love you.” He whispers just loud enough for you to hear over your glee, you offer him a toothy smile in response as you comb his hair back with your fingers.

“I love you more.” An airy scoff escapes him as he sits up, trying his best to gently remove his softening cock from your dripping core.

“Impossible, I love you more.” He groans at the sensation and you sigh at the feeling of semi-emptiness. Seungmin watches for a second as his cum runs out of your cunt, hypnotized by the sight.

“Nuh uh.” The sound of you closing the drawer of your nightstand and handing him a pack of baby wipes pulls his attention away from the beauty in front of him.

“Yuh huh.” He plucks a wipe from the package, warming it in his hand before starting to clean you up. “If you think you love me more than I guess I just have to show you how much I love you all day.”

Your walls clench at the thought, pushing more of his cum out of you and earning a chuckle from him. “All day, huh?”

“Yup.” He smiles as he throws the pack of wipes to the side, moving to cuddle next to you. You snuggle into his side, staring up into his bright eyes. The morning sun casts a glow over both of you.

“Does the bonnet stay on?”

“Yes, pretty.” He leans in, pressing his lips against your forehead in a sweet kiss. “The bonnet stays on.”

Thank you for reading! All Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated! Let me know how you liked the story. It makes my day!

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bamnamuu · 6 months

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thoughts on things best friends to boyfriend seungmin would do? 🙈

| w.count. 298 | warnings. none except bad writing and typos | em’s note thank you anon for requesting this, this was actually really fun and i got a little bit carried away with it! i hope you like it *heart hands* |

best friend!seungmin who calls you when he can’t sleep, his reasoning being that “friends should sleep together sometimes” just to hear you laugh and call him an idiot.

best friend!seungmin who has been pining after you for years and has thought about confessing to you, but always chickens out before he does.

best friend!seungmin who is oblivious to the way you feel about him, the way you are oblivious to him.

best friend!seungmin with the courage he found from talking with his friends about you decided he would ask you out next time he sees you.

seungmin who kept brushing his hand against yours while you two walked back to your apartment. until you found yourself at a red light talking about nonsense while seungmin closed the gap between your hands.

seungmin who asked you on a date and then immediately started apologizing just in case

boyfriend!seungmin who almost jumped up and down when you said yes!

boyfriend!seungmin who rubs it in all of his members faces that you’re his!

boyfriend!seungmin who insisted on getting matching rings, so that he has the tiniest thing to remember that you love him.

boyfriend!seungmin who will always make sure you're okay and happy no matter what. however he will still be a complete menace to you.

boyfriend!seungmin who always has his hand on you whenever you guys are out, this man will start tickling you if you stop paying attention to him for longer than three seconds

boyfriend!seungmin who always takes pictures of you, sleeping. awake. doing chores around the house? you bet he'll snap a pic. he thinks you're the prettiest person alive.

boyfriend!seungmin who would make it a competition to see which one of you would be the better partner (you let him think he's winning, he's not)

boyfriend!seungmin who will hold on to you for dear life whenever you sleep together. if you wake up before him and need to use the washroom, good luck getting out of his arms.

boyfriend!seungmin who calls and texts you all the time just to see if you're ok, and if you're not he'll drop everything and come straight to you

tag list open @smouches @rayoraish

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skz-streamer · 6 months

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Seungmin As Reminders

Simptober Reminders M-list

Pairing: Seungmin (skz) x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff ;))))

Warnings: idkkkk, lmk if there's anyyy

Notes: WAHHHHHHH IDK HOW TO FEEL ABOUT THIS ONEEEE IM SORRY ITS ONLY 2 I GOT LAZY PLS FORGIVE ME☹️😓 ITS LIKE 2 am RN AND I JUST CANT😭

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

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"Please lock the door this time..."

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Seungmin had always been the cautious one in your relationship, and he never missed an opportunity to remind you about safety measures. It was both endearing and, at times, slightly exasperating. You had just returned home and settled down when your phone pinged with a message from him.

"Please lock the door this time..." his text read.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes as you read his message. It was a well-established fact that he was overly cautious about home security, even when you had just gone out to grab some groceries. You quickly typed out a response, a hint of playful annoyance in your message. "I locked it!! You don't have to keep reminding me!!"

Almost immediately, his reply came through, and you couldn't help but chuckle. "Just making sure"

His simple response made you smile. You couldn't deny that you loved his caring and sometimes slightly annoying nature.

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Seungmin's text message popped up on your phone screen, and you read it with a mixture of guilt and amusement. "Please lock the door this time..." it said. You knew exactly what he was referring to.

You had been lucky enough to occasionally sit in when Seungmin was practicing in the recording studio. His voice was a soothing melody, and you couldn't get enough of it. However, there was one instance when you had forgotten to lock the door behind you, and the soundproof feature of the room was compromised, ruining his recording.

Quickly, you rushed back to the studio's door and made sure it was securely locked this time. You didn't want to be the cause of any more disruptions.

As you returned to your phone, you noticed a new message from Seungmin: "saw that." He had caught you in the act, and you couldn't help but chuckle at his keen observation.

Playing it coy, you replied, "Saw what?"

Seungmin's response was filled with a mix of exasperation and affection: "Yeah, yeah, whatever, just get outta here ❤️."

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slytherinshua · 1 year

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[ 11:27pm ]

“You missed our date. Again.” You muttered, placing your bag down and discarding your shoes. He didn’t respond for a couple seconds, only making it harder for you to not get mad at him.

It wasn’t even his fault. He didn’t have much control over his schedule, so who were you to get mad that it got changed last minute? You should be mad at his manager if anyone. Still, if there was a little more communication, then maybe you wouldn’t feel as though you were being left in the dark so often.

“Sorry… I’m sure you’re disappointed.” He sighed, voice sounding a bit rough. You wondered if he had lost his voice again from straining it too much.

“It gets a little more than just disappointing after the 4th time.” He didn’t respond and you glanced at him only to see him typing some message.

“You might as well be dating your manager. You spend more time texting them than you do texting me.” You said icily, already foreseeing you saying some things which you would regret later. But your brain was too clouded to worry about that. All you could feel was the disappointment, betrayal, frustration, and sadness that you felt after waiting for hours for him to just show up— but apparently even that was too much to ask.

“I don’t do it on purpose.” Seungmin mumbled. He was tired, you could tell.

“Are you sure about that? Cause it seems like you do.” Your words were getting more heated by the second, and you only got more agitated from another text lighting up Seungmin’s phone.

“Go on. Answer the text. Prove my point.” You challenged, your eyes burning with anger and tears, waiting for what he would do.

“Not tonight, Y/n, please not tonight. This is important.” He said, reaching for his phone to answer the text as if those words were enough to shut you up. They probably should’ve been.

“It’s more important than your girlfriend who you haven’t seen all day?” You asked, a sarcastic laugh escaping your mouth. It at least made him pause, leaving the text unread for an extra five seconds. Record time.

“I hate fighting with you. You know I hate it.”

“Then why do you never show up!?”

He retracted his hand, slow and scared. Scared that he had messed up too badly this time.

“I’m always the one waiting! Waiting for your texts and calls. Waiting for you to show up. You’d think that after all this time I’d stop being so naive about it…” The first tear slipped past your waterline, making its slow descent down your cheek. Seungmin was staring at you, soft eyes still managing to show that he cared. Despite his tiredness, despite your anger, he still cared.

“I keep thinking this date is the one that’ll be successful. But it never is. I always manage to get hurt and disappointed. Every. Time.” Your shoulders shook and you looked down, anger subsiding and being replaced with sadness.

He stood up, hesitantly reaching out to touch your shoulder, making sure you didn’t shrink away from him. He wouldn’t blame you if you did. He pulled you to his chest, heart aching from seeing you cry, especially since he was the reason for it. He hated it the most in the world.

“I’ll show up. I promise I’ll show up…” He whispered as one of his hands gently rubbed circles on your back.

He wasn’t going to break his promise this time.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ skz taglist: @kangtaehyunzzz,, @yeonjuns-bluehair,, @syrxiee2,, @ddeonudepressions,, @justhyunhoer

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: forgive me for this angst idek how this happened, it's 1 am 💀

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starlostseungmin · 1 year

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hi kei! idk if you remember me but i'm your handholding anon from months ago <3

what lip balm flavor do you think seungmin uses? 🥺 imagine him putting on lip balm before snuggling next to you in bed, the sweet scent making you stare way too long at his pretty pouty lips. he knows you're resisting the urge to kiss him right then and there, but he teases you anyway by pressing his forehead against yours. "jagi, you're so cute but it's just lip balm," he laughs.

— it’s just lip balm, ksm.

hi lovely! yes, i do remember you and i'm glad you're back <33 i made a short drabble for this soft seungmo thought and i got so excited when i read it. i hope to interact with you :'> so please drop by soon or be my emoji anon if you're shy ^.^ thank you for this! i enjoyed writing it. 🌷✨💕

pairing: boyfriend!seungmin x gn!reader genre: fluff warnings: kissing, not proofread. word count: 996 notes: hello, i hope you’re having a great day! please reblog, leave your feedbacks and put tags alright? don't let it flop! thank you very much love ♡

weekend.

seungmin’s favorite part of the week finally arrived. it’s always the best part of his life when he could lay and take his day off, be lazy and eat his comfort food. read and watch dramas like he always does. he just got home that friday night and went to take a shower where he finds you on your shared bed, reading the book he gave you from your birthday last year. all set with pajamas and night lights. the sound of the bathroom’s sliding door opened, followed by his footsteps, then the door closed again. seungmin ruffled his hair to dry with a small towel to prevent water droplets from soaking his favorite mahagrid t-shirt. a smile tugged on his face when he got out of the bathroom.

“enjoying the book so much?” he asked, teasing you about it. a chuckle escaped your lips as your eyes landed on him, immersed in how fluffy he looked in his pajamas with his hair getting dry. “it’s your 5th read,”

“you can’t blame me,” you defended. “i love it so much,”

seungmin let out a giggle before he leaned forward and kissed your forehead and proceeded to do his nightly routine. you share a vanity mirror with your favorite products aligned neatly on the flat surface. it’s a common sight every night on his day off as he ended up cuddling you after he’s done. your boyfriend misses you oftentimes when he can’t go home during his hectic schedule but he tries to give time to call or text you whenever he gets a break in between. nevertheless, you were always busy too, especially when you were in your last semester in college. but your clinginess to each other never fails to miss any time just to talk and ask how you were doing.

he sat down as he looked at himself in the mirror doing his skincare which you always find cute. you didn’t know why but he’s the type to be all clean and comfortable before going to bed. his sweet scent helps you sleep at night and his soothing voice sounds like a lullaby, he could invite you into a pillow fight or just talk about random things until 2 am. bedtime seungmin is one of your favorite seungmin. but he promised you’d sleep together a little early after an exhausting day.

you closed the book, setting it aside for the night as you watched him doing his finishing touch. that rosehip oil lip balm of his. you never tried that flavor before because of your consistent use of cherry or the original one of the brand.

“you’re no fun, y/n,” he’d say and you just have to roll your eyes at his statement. but rosehip oil had you hooked. you knew he’s been using it for a while now but you don’t care. yet watching him apply that roseate wax with a curios scent made you wonder what it tastes like, especially when it’s coated all over his lips.

“is it sweet?” you asked.

“you want to try?” he asked, not breaking his eye contact with himself in your vanity mirror.

“can i?” you beamed, but instead of handing you the small object, seungmin being seungmin leaned forward to kiss you. a smirk formed on his lips, a sign of triumph when he leaned away, leaving you a blushing mess. “you’re a teasing maniac, are you?”

“at least you get to try it specially,” he said, winking at you while giggling. “relax babe, it’s just lip balm,”

“pssh,�� you hissed at him.

“how was it?” he said, still plastering that annoying smirk on his face.

“good,” you said. “the lip product, i mean,” you added back as he sighs in disbelief.

“how about my lips then?” he pouted like a baby.

“i don’t know for sure,” you said, letting out an evil chuckle as seungmin started to pout his lips even more.

“here, kiss it,” he said, pointing his lips.

“no,” you retorted playfully when he tried to shorten the gap between you two as he make kissing sounds.

“one kiss!” he laughed in between. “y/n!”

“no, back off!” you said, pushing him away but seungmin is persistent with the kiss and it is always a way to tease you because he knew that you won’t be able to resist it even if you try to avoid it.

“my lips are waiting,” he said.

“one kiss?” you asked as he took the same lip product again to apply.

“just one,” he reassured. “unless you beg for more?” he added licking his lips while wiggling his brows and that’s when you burst out laughing for making a reference.

“i love you so much,” you said in between your laughs and seungmin was proud of his sense of humor. “not just one okay?” you smiled.

“y/n, babe, i know you can’t just have one,” he said as you rolled your eyes in response before kissing him again.

his lips were hot as you tasted the flavored lip balm. it was bitter indeed but the sweet scent of it made it more addicting and having it on your boyfriend’s lips had it intoxicating. seungmin knows you are a sucker for his kisses and melt over it. that is one thing that you always miss when he’s not around, the thing you would always look forward to when he gets home and the thing that you always want the most when you two are alone. how can he blame you when you told him he is a good kisser?

“you’re so cute,” he said, breaking the kiss pressing his forehead against yours.

“and you’re annoying,” you chuckled. “in a good way of course,” you smiled. “i love you, seungmin,”

“i love you too jagi,” he said, giving you a quick kiss before taking you inside his arms and cuddled yourselves to sleep. you can’t wait to spend your weekend with him all alone.

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camixiez · 10 months

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love quiz

paring: seungmin x fem! reader

genre: non-idol au! fluff

warnings: very slight angst (if you squint), seungmin being a cutie, seungmin being whipped.

word count: 746

cami’s note = this was originally written as a han drabble, until i got to the end and realized it fit seungmin a bit more.

“minnie, do you love me?”

seungmin’s ears perked up at the random question, stopping what he was doing in your shared room to go to the living room.

“of course i do baby,” the two of you had just moved in together, after all.

sure, some people would call your relationship rushed, but the two of you saw it as perfect. even through all the fights, and the boring moments. you guys were perfect.

“do you remember when we first met?” you asked sprawled out on the couch reading a magazine.

“second year of college, you were jeongin’s tutor,” he answered, lifting your legs, so he could sit down with you.

you nodded and wrote something in the magazine.

“where was our first date ?”

“the cafe two blocks away from your house,” he answered with a smile.

you nodded once more and wrote something again.

this little cycle continued for another 15 minutes or so, only ending when you looked up to him with a bittersweet smile.

“we’re only 75% compatible,” you shrugged.

“babe, that’s great isn’t it?” he asked.

“that’s about as compatible i would be with jeongin, just because he’s your best friend,” you snapped.

“oh, i guess that isn’t too great then,” he mumbled, dropping his head and looking away.

you decided to drop it and continue on with your day, after all, the two of you still had a lot of unpacking to do.

later that night while you were asleep, seungmin was cleaning the living room when he came across your magazine from earlier.

deciding to give that compatibility quiz another look, he picked it up and began reading.

when did you first meet your s/o?

the answer came to his mind quickly, a detailed one at that.

sure you guys didn’t talk until second year, but the first time seungmin had seen you was back in your first year of college. he saw you talking to his friend, felix, outside the library on campus. the second you left, he ran up to his friend asking for the name of the pretty girl he was talking to. seungmin was devastated to hear that felix never got your name, only talking to you about a book both of you wanted to check out at the same time, but it didn’t matter when he found you a year later in the library tutoring jeongin.

where was the location of your first date ?

sure, the answer he gave earlier was technically correct, but seungmin remembered your guy’s first attempt at an official date.

it was the day after you two met in the library, the second seungmin saw you with jeongin, he asked you out to dinner. it wasn’t planned out at all, he didn’t even make a reservation anywhere to eat. instead, he just invited you over to his place.

which immediately made it sound like just a hook up to you, a message that jeongin had relayed to his best friend. however, seungmin still tried his best to make it romantic by lighting some candles as the two of you ate takeout on his kitchen counter. all while trying to ignore his roommates and the friends they had over.

to this day he still wonders how he was able to convince you to give him a second chance.

after a while of going through the quiz, he calculated the score and got a 97%. he cursed himself for not remembering your little cousins’ names on a question asking about how much of your family your partner met.

satisfied with his result, he smiled to himself and made his way to bed. taking off his shirt before sliding onto the mattress next to you. he moved himself as close to you as he could, snaking his arms around your waist, and leaning into your neck.

“finished cleaning, minnie?” you mumbled.

“mhm,” he nodded into your neck. “and i looked at that quiz from before, and guess what?”

you flipped over to face him, “what about it, now?”

“we’re so compatible we should get married,” he smiled before kissing your forehead.

“what?” you asked, opening your eyes and meeting his.

“well i was redoing it, and when i really answered the questions i got a 97,” he said as if it was nothing.

“so, you’re secretly even more in love with me than you say?” you asked in a sarcastic tone.

“well i wouldn’t say secretly,” he answered before kissing your forehead again.

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forlix · 4 months

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· . ˚ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞

— the little mannerisms you pick up from the members of stray kids over the course of your relationship.

words・3.7k / pairings・ot8 x gn!reader / genres・fluff, humor, borderline crack, intentional lowercase, established relationship(s) / warnings・minsung’s are suggestive, touch of anxiety in felix's, jeongin's is lowkey gross LMFAO

a/n・massive shoutout to @/http.dwaekkii on tiktok for their edits about the boys' habits, which i consulted for chan, changbin, seungmin, and jeongin (and to @astraystayyh for beta reading hehe. what would i do without u). these were sooooo fun to write, hope u guys enjoy (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )

chan + getting shy easily. poor thing gets embarrassed so quickly as it is. throw you into the mix and it’s just critical hit after critical hit. defense lowered. no health potions left. he folds like a lawn chair with a massive smile and a whiny “stooooop” every time you say something even remotely affectionate. the habit is adorable, and you love it to pieces.

but you like poking fun at it even more. “god forbid i find my literal underwear model of a boyfriend attractive,” you’d say, or something along those lines, which of course only triples his embarrassment and on more than one occasion results in him starfishing on your kitchen floor, his hood pulled over his face.

fast forward however many months. he’s still the worst compliment-receiver you know, but you discover one arbitrary afternoon that it’s rubbed off on you.

the two of you are cuddled together on the living room couch in your usual fashion, your legs thrown over his thighs and his hands tracing absently over your shins as you relay to him something you overheard on the subway. the conversation is painfully normal. you’re almost bored. you pause to take a breath, and he murmurs, out of nowhere, in the dreamiest tone: “so damn beautiful.”

“wha—huh? what is?”

“you. your voice, your face, everything. i‘m lucky.”

your expression of bewilderment persists for around ten seconds, and then slowly, so slowly, you begin to sandwich your head between your knees, balling yourself up like a spooked armadillo. chan wonders if he should call an ambulance.

“love?” no response. “what, uh, what’s happening right now, exactly?”

no response. no response. then, hoarsely, “you can’t...say shit like that…randomly.”

he notices two things after that. one, your skin is burning hot enough to fry something upon, and two, you’ve formed a fist in the fabric of his hoodie, which you only do when you’re pretending to be annoyed at him. the puzzle pieces fall into place, and he starts grinning like a madman.

“you’re…embarrassed?”

the guttural groan you emit is more than enough of an answer, and the cute aggression that overcomes chan is fucking debilitating. he wraps his arms around you and hauls you entirely off the couch and onto his lap, littering kisses over your face until it finally resigns into a matching smile. all intent to continue feigning grumpiness erased with the drop of a hat. you drape an arm over his neck.

“you’re so good to me, channie,” you sigh helplessly. “i love you.”

“love you more, baby.” he imprints these words directly upon your lips, then pulls away, giggles. “that was very me of you, by the way.”

“i know, right? i was just about to say.”

minho + butt touching. it’s quite simple, really. if lee minho is within proximity of someone’s buttocks, he will, as he lives and breathes, make it known. will it be a coy little swat or a yelp-eliciting, full-bodied grab? nobody ever knows, not even him. the unpredictability is what makes it exciting.

but it takes a while before this starts applying to you, because the way minho touches you is…different. doting. there’s no other way to describe how he always holds the nape of your neck while kissing you, how he rests a hand against the small of your back whenever he leads you somewhere, how during the nights you can’t sleep he guides you to the place on his chest where he knows his heartbeat is loudest. he even drags you into his trademark headlocks the same way one would hold an invaluable treasure. he’s so obsessed with all of you that he never thinks to pay just your butt special attention (though it is, indeed, a special butt).

you take it into your own hands. literally.

you don’t know what prompts it—maybe you’ve simply seen minho slap his members’ asses one too many times, or maybe you’re still thinking of the specific time minho slapped changbin’s ass in passing and it fucking echoed, or maybe minho just looks especially fine in this practice outfit, a skintight tee and washed sweatpants that hug him in all the right places—but you feel a new urge today as your boyfriend swings his duffel over his shoulder, circles around the kitchen counter.

he puckers up as he nears you, silently requesting his goodbye; you give it to him, relishing for a moment in the familiar, soft plush of his lips beneath yours. then he pulls away and turns to leave, and your hand acquires its target.

“go get ‘em, tiger.” thwack!

minho jumps a foot into the air. clutches his pearls and his left butt cheek. becomes the splitting image of that perplexed blonde lady surrounded by geometry.

but when he turns around to stare at you, the smirk melting across his face betrays how he really feels about what you’ve just done. good. really good.

you, meanwhile, look genuinely confused. “it’s like it moved on its own.”

minho beams. steps towards you daintily, intentionally, like a cat catching sight of a laser beam. brings a hand to your hip, murmurs, “that’s what we’re doing now?” kisses you again, for longer this time.

you fully foresee his fingers wandering to your ass to give it a gentle squeeze, but you reach up to cuff his shoulder when it happens anyways, and his laugh vibrates against your mouth. it seems you’ll be reaping what you’ve sown from now on.

(good luck.)

changbin + the Cackle™. yes, you said something exceptionally funny. yes, you expected changbin to find it funny too. but you couldn’t expect the godforsaken noise that left his mouth as he threw himself straight into the tree planter behind you.

your mind spun with frantic questions as you helped him out of the dirt. had the spirit of spongebob just usurped his vocal cords? were you on a date with the wicked witch of the west? most importantly—

“are you well?” you sputtered, which only made him laugh harder and his laugh so much crazier, so you started laughing, too. and you were goners, falling over each other until you’d been reduced to watery eyes and sore cheeks, your giggling interrupted only by the sound of you slapping his thigh every so often, heartily enough to reverberate around the little park in which you concluded your second date.

that’s how you fall for seo changbin: laughing. with a reckless, breathless abandon you didn’t think possible. stumbling across empty sidewalks, spitting noodles across dining tables, begging for mercy on studio couches. wrestling under tear-stained comforters, starting (and re-starting) silly stories, huffing into beaming kisses. the list goes on.

you never quite get used to that chortle of his, too busy enjoying its insanity to notice how your own chuckles grow shorter and shriller, how they gradually develop an edge like the chittering of a forest dweller.

you complete your transformation on your ninety-eighth date.

no, changbin doesn’t say anything exceptionally funny. no, he doesn’t expect you to find it funny, either. he expects least of all for you to fold over the kitchen island and start cackling like cruella de vil on helium.

han turns around from his seat on the couch. chan’s footsteps come to a halt as he emerges from the bathroom. both of them have fear in their eyes as they witness your undoing.

the only thing on changbin’s face, though, is unfettered delight.

“b-baby,” he sputters with a growing smile. “are you—”

you lift your face off the marble surface and turn to face him. the entirety of your forehead and the point of your nose is covered in flour. you blow a cloud of the stuff out of your mouth like a dragon awoken from slumber.

he loses it.

the two of you make your way onto the floor in slow motion, ending in a tangled heap against the side of the counter. changbin tries to clean off the flour and smears it all over your cheeks instead. you are zero help whatsoever, smacking his bicep like that’ll help you catch your breath. your synchronized, diabolical laughter reaches every corner of the apartment. your happiness reaches every nerve ending.

chan and han look at each other, sigh. han takes a video.

hyunjin + side-eyeing. this man is so god awful at controlling his face, bless him…and DAMN HIM.

on one hand, you love how in tune with his emotions he is, how confidently he puts them on display. and you love your synergy. you come closer to believing in soulmates every time you glance his way and discover your exact feelings written all over his features; it’s a special type of happiness, sharing a brain with your favorite person in the world.

on the other hand, you think there’s a time and place for candor, and he tends, well, not to think at all. during many a precarious situation, you’ll catch him wearing an expression so transparent that he might as well arrange the words THIS IS STUPID AND I HATE ALL OF YOU over his head in neon lights. cue a dig of your heel into his toe, a hiss of pain cut short by your piercing glare. if you’d known ahead of time that dating hwang hyunjin would have you doing so much damage control…you’d still date him, let’s be real. but you do get stressed at times.

the night the tables turn, you’re at a celebratory dinner for your coworker’s birthday. small caveat: you can’t stand her. she’s the type to spontaneously combust if she goes two minutes without talking about herself. certainly doesn’t help that she’s downing champagne like water, and her lips are looser than ever.

hyunjin comes with you, fortunately. or not. he spends the whole evening trying so hard not to laugh: snorting into his bread, excusing himself to “cough.” you think he actually starts doing breathing exercises at some point. you’re so, so grateful that he’s here, but you’re also deathly afraid that he’s gonna bring out those neon lights in front of your entire office.

then, she flirts with him.

from the opposite end of the table. perfectly wasted but still knowing perfectly well that he’s yours. the whole patio goes silent. hyunjin’s jaw hits the table.

your fork clatters to your plate.

FUCK time and place.

the side-eye you give her is devastating. truly masterful. your brow furrows. your eyes turn to slits. your gaze does the up-down-up of unadulterated incredulity. hyunjin recognizes the motions straightaway and starts smiling so hard his whole face hurts.

you take your boyfriend’s wrist and stand up. he follows suit. you don’t say a thing as you leave the restaurant, and you don’t have to. the intensity of your disdain was more than enough; anything more and she might’ve started crying.

once you’re on the curb outside, hyunjin pulls on your interlocked hands, brings you close. his lips brush against the shell of your ear. you hear laughter and his smirk in his voice.

“you’re so fucking sexy, holy shit.”

jisung + how he applies lip balm. that han jisung is the pioneer of modern day babygirlism is the worst kept secret in the world. that han jisung applies lip balm the riveting way he does, however, is unknown even to you. until one morning.

you pop into the bathroom and make your usual beeline for your toothbrush, only to end up motionless in front of the sink, staring. jisung is a bit off to the side, hair pinned back by a cinnamoroll headband, eyes glued to his phone, hand holding a tube of chapstick that you can actually see getting shorter in real time. he looks so pensive, so concentrated. how long has it been since he last blinked? you’ve half a mind to pull out a stopwatch.

finally, he rubs his lips together, recaps the chapstick, and makes eye contact with you in the mirror. a smile crosses his face, equal parts confused and amused.

“baby, your mouth is open.”

you close it. then you open it again, and your words come out in a barely-contained laugh: “what on earth did you just do?”

“what do you mean?”

“the—” you point at his mouth, then do your best impression of an elementary schooler trying to color inside the lines. “—that.”

jisung looks aghast. “that was LIP BALM.”

“no, i know what it—you’re so—i meant, why do you apply it like that?”

jisung continues to look aghast. “like what?”

“like you’re one of socrates’ prized pupils and the answer to the universe’s formation lies at the bottom of—” you step in close, reach into the pocket of his sweatpants. “—this tube!”

it might be the craziest thing you’ve ever said to him. he bursts into laughter, the kind that leaves him no recollection of what he does with his limbs, and when he can see straight again he discovers he’s pressed you gently against the counter. his fingers latched around the hem of your top, his grin inches away from yours. can’t stay away from you to save his life, this one.

“do i actually?”

“yes! holy shit, it’s so cute.” your arms circle around his neck, also without an ounce of thought, also through a fit of giggles. “no way you’ve always done that, right?”

“i don’t know. i’ve never thought about it.” a pause. a tilt of his head, with purpose. “am i…doing it wrong?”

the question is a trap and you realize it too late. your gaze drops from his eyes to his lips—a ray of sunlight glistens off the pink plush like a paid actor—then back to his eyes. let’s find out.

you lean in. so does he. and his mouth tastes and feels like melted fucking sugar. it’s such a pleasant surprise that you actually moan, and he chuckles against you. lifts you onto the edge of the sink. your mind really goes empty after that, save for one thought. i have to start doing that.

felix + checking his own pulse. you saw it from afar, the first time.

he stood by the stage’s entrance just before curtain up, pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of his neck. eyelids sealed closed, chest heaving. you tilted your head, puzzled. worried. then the concert began, and you pushed the image to the back of your mind.

it returned to the forefront right before bed.

“you do it when you’re nervous?”

“yeah. forces me to ground myself. turns off the world for a bit.” the hand rubbing circles into your back paused. “wanna give it a go?”

“what, checking my pulse?”

“mine.”

you lifted your head off the pillow. felix took your hand from where it sat upon his ribs, isolating two fingers and nestling them over his jugular. his quickened heartbeat pressed into your skin like the world’s gentlest tattoo.

the sixty seconds began and concluded in total silence.

“well?” he whispered.

“ninety-three,” you answered, lightheaded from the sheer intimacy of it all. “you’re nervous right now?”

“something like that,” he hummed. pulled you down, kissed you deeply. there were no more words exchanged that night.

the habit surfaced more than you knew. while driving to visit your parents. after a stupid argument with a bouquet of flowers tucked beneath his free arm. you started doing it for him in the times he couldn’t, and he’d cover your hand with his own and kiss the top of your head silently, gratefully.

two years have passed since, and you’ve vanished from the dinner table.

felix asks the nearest waiter for directions to the restrooms. you don’t notice when the door swings open, unmoving in your spot over the sink, your pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of your neck.

his hand finds your hip. you let him turn you around and bring you to his chest; he glances at the crystalline droplets studding your lashes and falling from your cheeks. his eyes convey what his mouth doesn’t need to, not anymore.

let me.

you do.

his fingers replace yours the moment you drop them from under your jaw, the movement like clockwork. he counts your every heartbeat with unblinking concentration, his heart growing heavier the higher the number climbs.

the sixty seconds begin and conclude in total silence.

“well?” you whisper.

“hundred and six,” he answers. to his confusion, a smile pulls at your lips.

he wonders if it’s a trick of the bathroom lights when he sees the tiny box you pluck from your pocket, but there’s no mistaking the reality of the diamond ring that sits behind its open lid.

the earth slants under his feet.

“crazy.” you giggle through your tears, run your thumb over his cheekbone. “that’s how many years i want with you.”

seungmin + poking eyes(?) he’s hardly touched puppym when your voice is slicing through the living room air like a fucking beyblade.

“KIM SEUNGMIN, UNHAND HIM THIS INSTANT.”

do you have a sixth sense just for this? he throws his hands up in exasperation. “he’s literally me. i’m allowed to do whatever i want with me.”

“he’s not you, he’s our son.” you pop out of nowhere to swipe the plushie from over your boyfriend’s shoulder. “my son, if you keep this up.”

“just say you hate me and my preferred avenues of self expression.”

upside-down, he watches you dust off puppym’s face and smooch his forehead with a tenderness that makes seungmin unhappier than he lets on. you then tuck him into your jacket pocket. the little shit’s expression looks strangely smug poking out of its cotton capsule.

“i’m asking you to not gauge his eyes out, not to deliver me the holy grail,” you say. “you’ll survive.”

but then he feels your hands on either side of his face, and you lean over him like the mj to his peter, leave a kiss on the space between his eyes, too. he has zero say in the bashful smile this brings to his face.

“but why do you do that, seriously?” you mutter.

“i have no idea,” he replies. “but it’s fun. try it.”

“i’ll think about it.” you lean in again, and he nearly forgets what you were talking about in the first place when you kiss him on the lips this time. “okay, i’ve thought about it. no.”

“hate you,” he says despite the literal hearts in his eyes, and then you’re off to work.

puppym takes strikingly after his father. they have the same bangs. the same compulsively squeezable quality. the same little :3 that can only allude to sinister plottings. you’d be loath to admit that you sort of comprehend seungmin’s poking predisposition.

one night, seungmin falls asleep before you even finish your nighttime routine, and you spot in his peaceful, upturned face an opportunity.

you lie belly-down on your side of the bed. your fingers splay into a peace-sign in the air. your smile stretches further into a cheshire grin the closer you bring your hand. you’re just about to reach the ends of his eyelashes when—

“I KNEW IT!”

you almost catapult into the ceiling. then you try to make a mad dash for the bathroom. but seungmin shoots a hand around your wrist like he’s actually peter parker and pins you down before you so much as take a step. your only remaining option is to sulk about your foiled plans. (and blush, because, well, you’re under him.)

“amateur,” he tsks. “you gotta test my breathing to make sure i’m asleep first. shit’s foolproof.”

you blink at him for a few seconds. his words finally click.

now you almost catapult him into the ceiling.

“HOW MANY TIMES?”

jeongin + eating food in one bite. so you might be an instigator.

“hwuck,” he grumbles around the whole ice cream cone in his mouth, face scrunched up in a brain-freeze-induced wince. “ayee ith waz a bah iyeah.” (translation: fuck, maybe this was a bad idea.)

“you got this. just take it slow,” you urge, except he’s stopped moving and speaking and closed his eyes as if he’s descending into a deep sleep. you’re actually concerned for about two seconds, and then his jaw begins to oscillate leisurely like an elderly cow in his favorite pasture. false alarm.

after some time, he swallows, beams. “so am i the fucking best or what.”

“yeah you are,” you echo, and he swings an arm over your shoulder, plants a chocolatey kiss on your temple. the two of you celebrate his daesangs with less enthusiasm.

“when are you doing that with me, by the way?”

“the one-bite thing?” he nods. “mmm, coaches don’t play.”

“mmm, this one will.”

“doubtful.”

fast forward a few weeks and you, jeongin, and his younger brother are sitting cross-legged on the porch in his backyard. three full-sized oranges rest in the center of your makeshift circle. damn is yoon hard to say no to. (runs in the family.)

“the rules!” he declares. “eat the orange whole! first to swallow it wins! you can’t spit it out!”

you wait. “is that it?”

“yes!”

why was the delivery so grand?

jeongin places a fond hand atop his brother’s head. “i’ve brought you a new loser, yoonie. get excited.”

you feign an indifferent scoff, but jeongin spots the fire that ignites behind your eyes like that of an anime protagonist, the resolute grip with which you palm your orange. he smirks. he’s never known you to take trash talk sitting down. or sitting cross-legged on his porch.

yoon counts you off. “ready…”

“good luck, coach,” jeongin sings.

“shut up, pipsqueak.”

“set…GO!”

in amusing unison, you and yoon try and fail to fasten your teeth around even half of the fruit. jeongin, meanwhile, fits the whole thing into his black hole of an oral cavity and launches into that dumb cow impression again.

desperate times call for desperate measures.

you rip the orange from your lips. “yoon! your brother’s ticklish, right?”

both yang siblings’ eyes widen—the younger’s in growing delight, the older’s in impending horror.

the latter reacts first. “ay, ay, ay, ah ahes eh ooles!” (translation: wait, wait, wait, that’s against the rules!)

but the former moves first, and you’re right behind him.

jeongin weakens when the younger boy assaults his sides, crumples when you target the back of his neck, the sounds leaving his mouth getting progressively louder and somehow even less intelligible.

he eventually has to spit out the orange to avoid death by pulp going down the wrong pipe and spins around in indignation, wiping at his chin with the back of his hand. but his annoyance—

you’re back on the floor, gnawing hopelessly at the the orange again. “ih ih eawahin, ooh.” (translation: this is embarrassing, yoon.)

yoon replies, “huh?” (translation: huh?)

—dissipates, immediately.

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diddybok · 5 months

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best friend!stray kids finding out from another member that you have a crush on them

all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in any way represent nor reflect the people in real life :)

➩pairing: ot8 x gn!reader

➩genre(s): text, fluff

➩warnings: strong language, suggestiveness, mentions of sex, it’s implied that reader is incredibly down bad for the member

➩author’s note: no angst! no angst! we cheered. i had so much fun writing this. fun fact: the thirst comments on seungmin’s are real ones i saw in the comment section of a gojo edit on tiktok

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chris

minho

changbin

hyunjin

jisung

felix

seungmin

i.n

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daaawnnn · 6 months

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maybe, i like you

skz reaction: request - Hii I loved your post I was wondering if u could do a fake texts “them finding out from another member that u have a crush on them” thankyou and have a good day💕💕

pairing: bsf!skz x gn!reader

warnings: none?

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baby-yongbok · 7 months

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Sweet Talk

♡ Text Conversations with your Boyfriend Seungmin ♡

Genre: Fluffy Fluff with a hint of cinnamon for spice.

Content Count: 13 Screenshots, 3 Conversations

A/N: Happy Birthday Dear Seungminnnnn, Happy Birthday To You ❤️+ Part one of the many text conversations I'll be posting today.

Warnings: Cursing, Some suggestive conversation for like a second and a half, Might make you smile, Could feed your delulu so be careful.

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wooahaes · 6 months

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skz - forgetting to kiss them

pairing: non-idol!skz x gn!reader

prompt: u forget to kiss them hello when u come home

genre: fluff!! just silly fluff

warnings: food mentions :3 + intentional lowercase & no proofreading.

daisy's notes: couldnt b me. id never stop greeting them w kisses. no one look at how long jisung's is i was particularly delulu when i wrote it

bang chan

chris noticed... almost immediately that was off about you. the embarrassing part was that it was partially due to the fact you didn't greet him with your usual "hi, i'm home" kiss.

it wasn't that chris looked forward to that kiss (he did, but that wasn't the point). he liked to think he was just... attuned to you. that he could feel the general vibe you had whenever you entered a room. he wasn't missing your "i'm home" kiss--he was merely noticing that you weren't feeling great. that something was weighing on your mind. so he called out as he heard you go back to the kitchen to get something to drink, asking about your day.

immediately, he heard you let out a long sigh. "work was awful and then i missed my bus so i had to take a cab."

chris nodded. "ah. gotcha."

you made your way over, sitting down next to him. "... did i do something?" you looked over toward the door, trying to retrace your steps. you hadn't slammed the door, and you hadn't been too late coming home...

"nah!" he looked over, "i mean, you kinda didn't give me a kiss when you came home. figured something was wrong."

you stared at him for a moment. did you really always give him a kiss when you came home? you liked to, because it was your own little way of saying "hi, i missed you," to him with just a quick peck. after a moment, you leaned in, pressing a quick peck against the corner of his lips before planting another on his lips proper.

"there," you giggled. "is that better?"

judging by the way chris giggled back, pulling you in for a third... maybe not. (but it wasn't as if you were going to complain.)

lee minho

usually, minho didn't mind whether you kissed him or not. he'd always enjoy your kisses, and found it endearing that you pressed a quick kiss against his lips whenever you came home, but he never asked nor would he ever force you to do it. sometimes he'd kiss you as a greeting, though, just because he liked to see your smile.

other times, when he was feeling a little more devious... he'd call out to you, just like he did tonight. "you forgot something!"

you came back into the room, shirt half-unbuttoned as you'd been in the middle of changing. you furrowed your brow, pouting a little as you tried to figure out what was wrong.

he just smiled at you. "you did."

a moment later, it hit you. you snorted, and made your way over, pulling him in for a kiss that lasted a few seconds longer than the usual one you usually gave him. your hands fell to his shoulders, and you drew back. "there. is that better?"

"i missed you," he giggled. "is that so wrong?"

you rolled your eyes, and gave him another peck on the tip of his nose. "love you, too, you dork," you said, pulling away from him to go change.

(and the sound of your laugh as you continued away despite the way he lunged to grab at you, just barely missing your ass... all minho could do was smile to himself.)

seo changbin

changbin was a reasonable guy. he waited a reasonable amount of time (ten minutes: you said you weren't going to shower or anything yet) before approaching you in the kitchen. "are you mad?"

you looked up from where you were working on dinner. he was so genuine about the question, and it threw you for a loop. had you done something to imply that you were...? all you did was get started on dinner because it was your night to cook. "what?"

"we always talk about these things," he said with a sigh. he crossed his arms, leaning against the counter, eyes bearing into your own, "did i do something? you can tell me if i did. it's okay."

"binnie, honey, i have no idea what you're talking about."

"really?" he frowned, and gave you this look of disbelief. "you always give me a kiss when you come home, and today, you didn't. do i need to run to the store? did i forget something--"

oh! you almost laughed at how adorable he could be sometimes. "nope," you said, reaching forward to pull him in. "just got distracted when i got home." ever so casually, you kissed him, and planted an extra on the corner of his mouth. "good to know you'd miss my kisses, though."

changbin just pulled you in again with a giggle, content to steal a few more from you before he let you go... for now.

hwang hyunjin

hyunjin didn't notice at first. he'd been curled up on the couch with a book when you came home, carrying a few bags of groceries that you insisted on handling yourself since they were for tonight's dinner. it was your night to cook after all, and--after asking to make sure you didn't want help--he settled back into his spot.

and then it hit him eventually: you... didn't kiss him when you came home. why didn't you kiss him? you always went out of your way to do it, after all. he leaned up, looking over to where he could see you deeply concentrating on the recipe you were reading. then again, you had set down the groceries and lounged around for a little bit first--the two of you had even talked during that. maybe you were mad at him? he knew he'd been petty about things before and denied you kisses as a result. maybe he was the one who was supposed buy groceries...? but you didn't give him a list or text him anything...

"honey?" he called out.

immediately, it caught you attention. 'honey' wasn't really his usual term of endearment for some reason: you were always his love, his baby. "what's wrong?"

his face grew warmer--was it really that concerning? "nothing--" he started, but realized that you only grew more concerned. "you didn't kiss me when you came home."

"oh."

he decided to keep going, "did i do something--"

"if you want it," you cut him off, "then come get it."

he just stared at you. "... what?"

"i was thinking about dinner," you said, turning back to what you were cooking. "but if you want that kiss, you'll have to come get it."

hyunjin found himself smiling, pushing aside his blanket and the book to get up and make his way over to you. he kissed you, smiling into it as well, as his hands fell to rest on your waist.

all better.

han jisung

jisung was not afraid to admit that he was deeply in love with you. and sometimes... that meant he'd overthink the little things. his heart was so full of devotion to you that sometimes he'd get too deep in his own head, trying not to do anything to wrong you. of course, he knew you, and he knew that you'd always accommodate him by telling him things outright. if he hurt you, you pointed it out and asked for space so that the two of you talk things out properly when both of you were ready for it. but today you were sitting at the other end of the couch, a pillow hugged against your chest as the two of you watched TV. or, well, you watched TV. jisung was watching you.

"hey." his foot bumped against your leg. "did something happen today?"

you tore your gaze away from the screen, brows drawing together. "no?" yet you continued to watch him for a moment, eyes scanning his face for anything that would give him away. "are you okay?"

he nodded. even that confused 'no?' was enough to soothe his thoughts. you would be honest with him, after all: that was what the two of you did. he settled into the couch. "i'm fine," he said, hoping it sounded casual enough.

yet you tilted your head, as if trying to get a better look at him. "baby?" you set the pillow onto the floor, moving a little closer. "did i forget something?"

he grew flustered immediately. "it's okay--it's not a big deal--"

"ohh," you lit up, smiling as you already knew. he liked the twinkle in your eyes whenever you knew something. "i know what it was." you crawled over to him, teasing him a little, "my jisungie didn't get his kiss today--"

he found himself unable to fight back a smile. "it's not a big deal, honey--"

"nope!" you giggled, and practically launched yourself at him. he'd end up pinned against the couch, "gotta make up for it with extra kisses for worrying my jisungie."

god, he loved you. you peppered kisses all over his face despite his laughter, slightly pushing back against where your hands were at his wrists to try and re-ground himself better against the couch, yet you didn't let go. sure, maybe you were hamming it up and acting extra cute for him... but he knew what this was. it was a message, loud and clear, that you cared about him wholeheartedly. you knew he could get anxious sometimes, especially when it came to potentially accidentally upsetting you. 'i want to make you happy' was what you told him once. he hoped you could feel the way he smiled into the soft kiss you pressed against his lips. when you drew back, you just stayed there, hovering over him and admiring how the glow of happiness looked on him.

"i'm home," you said.

jisung just brushed a stray strand of hair away. yeah... you are his home.

lee felix

as much as felix wanted to whine at you playfully for forgetting to kiss him when you came home (a staple of your relationship, he'd joke)... he couldn't help but worry. he continued to work at dinner, mentally going over your interactions today. he knew you well enough to know that he hadn't done anything to upset you unless you were having an off day where everything annoyed you (no shame in it, he thought; he had those days, too). it wasn't until after he finished making dinner that he called out to you.

"did something happen today?"

you looked up, brows drawn together, but he could see the fatigue on your face from stressing about something. "no?"

he set aside what he was doing, making his way over to where you were sitting, laptop open in front of you. you changed tabs immediately away from whatever you were doing for work right as felix began to knead at your shoulders.

"this is cheating," you whined, head dipping back so you could see his face.

"and i'd do it again," he said, dipping down to plant a quick peck against your forehead. "you can talk if you need to. i don't mind listening."

with a sigh, you shut your eyes while felix continued to massage your shoulders. sure enough, there was someone you had to deal with at work that had annoyed you enough that you were still running through the conversations hours later. he just stood there, listening and nodding along as he continued to work his magic on your tense muscles.

when you finished, he leaned down to press another quick kiss against your lips. "feeling better?"

"a lot, actually," you sat straighter in your chair, reaching forward to close your laptop. "thank you, lixie."

kim seungmin

seungmin had sat on the couch for too damn long, pretending that everything was fine. yes, you didn't kiss him when you came home, but that didn't mean anything. clearly, it didn't mean anything. except maybe you were mad at him, and you were withholding a stupid kiss because of it instead of talking it out like adults. that was what the two of you agreed on: no going to bed mad. to say that you were mad and needed space. not... whatever this is.

"seungmin?" you had sat down at the other end of the couch. "what's eating you?"

his eyes were a little too sharp when he looked at you, frustration all too evident on his face when he was supposed to be hiding it. "that's what i should be asking you."

and then... genuine, unfiltered confusion. your brows drew together as you watched him, smile falling. oh.

fuck. you weren't mad at him.

"never mind," he says quickly, "it's stupid--"

you moved over so that you could reach out and take one of his hands in your own, "seungminnie, it's not stupid if it's bothering you!"

ah. using cuteness to get what you wanted. unfair. "you didn't kiss me when you came home like you always do, so i thought you were mad. so then i got made because we agreed to always talk things out."

immediately, you giggled. "aw, seungmin... you really like my kisses that much?"

when you leaned forward to kiss him, he immediately shrank away, trying to block your mouth from his own. "no! not now! it's not the same now!"

yet your laugh was enough to make him drop the act. your lips pressed against his, and he smiled into the kiss, happy to have your arms around him... even if you'd never let him live this down.

yang jeongin

jeongin considered himself one of the more mature people in his friend group. sure, he could be silly and goof off sometimes, but he'd heard his other friends with partners complain about the tiniest things that turned out to be nothing. so with you, he felt a little comfortable in assuming that your "i'm home" kiss just slipped your mind. you'd texted him your bus was running late, so he'd decided to make you a cup of tea for when you came in. and when you threw yourself onto the couch, saying nothing to him for a while...

well, jeongin had a pretty strong feeling that you needed someone to listen to you instead. he'd sat down next to you, passing you the mug as he leaned in to press a quick peck against your lips. his own little "welcome home" kiss that he'd try to greet you with sometimes, if given the chance.

"do you want to talk about it?"

he watched as you took a long sip of tea, letting out a sigh once you'd set the mug down. "work sucked."

jeongin nodded. "and your bus was late..."

another heavy sigh. you turned your face to look at him, reaching for his hand. he gave it to you without any teasing, and watched as you pressed a kiss against his knuckles.

"are you sure it's fine for me to unload all of this on you?"

"that's what i'm here for," he hummed, sliding in a little closer so that he could draw you closer. "you listen to me, right?"

the hint of a smile ghosted over your lips, and jeongin watched as you settled in, head resting on his shoulder. "right..."

he just pressed another kiss into your hair as you launched into telling him about your day. no need for you to worry about giving him any 'i'm home' kisses: jeongin would supply you with as many 'welcome home' kisses as you needed to make you smile again.

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skz-streamer · 6 months

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The First Date - Seungmin

Simptober First Dates M-List

Pairing: Seungmim (skz) x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff ;))))

Notes: I know this is more like the buildup to the first date but I still think it’s cuter :)

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Your journey with Seungmin began in the cozy library where you ran a book club. It was a place that had grown close to your heart, and you were always excited to welcome new members. As more people joined, your enthusiasm for sharing stories and discussions only increased.

One day, Seungmin, along with his friend Chan, walked into your book club meeting. You weren't quite sure who Seungmin was, as most members had been people you knew, but you were more than happy to accept new faces. Even though Seungmin didn't strike you as the typical book club enthusiast, you didn't judge, and you were open to anyone with an interest in reading.

As the book club meeting progressed, you noticed that Seungmin was not as engrossed in his book as the others. Instead, he had his phone cleverly hidden within the pages to make it appear that he was reading. Curiosity got the better of you, and you decided to confront him.

You approached Seungmin, and as you stood before him, you couldn't help but notice his handsome features – the kind of good looks that had an almost puppy-like charm. He seemed both embarrassed and unfazed by your interruption, a blend of emotions that intrigued you. You weren't quite sure what expression he was wearing, but you knew it was captivating.

With a playful tone, you confronted him about his phone usage during the reading session. He apologized with a hint of self-deprecating humor, and your interaction ended on a light note. It was a simple beginning, but it planted the seed for something more.

As the book club meetings continued, you and Seungmin had more opportunities to interact. His sarcasm and penchant for making jokes stood out, and you found his sense of humor to be both endearing and charming. You were drawn to his witty banter and appreciated how he could always bring a smile to your face.

Over time, your interactions with Seungmin evolved, and you couldn't help but develop feelings for him. His sweet and charismatic personality made it impossible to resist. It was clear that you liked him, and you wondered if the feeling was mutual.

The moment arrived when Seungmin finally asked you out. He did so with a mixture of charm, humor, and genuine interest in your response. You agreed :)

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slytherinshua · 11 months

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OBLIVIOUSLY IN LOVE genre ➳ fluff. idiots in love. mutual oblivious pining. warnings ➳ seungmin is #whipped. kissing. pairing ➳ seungmin x fem!reader. wc ➳ 2.6k. a/n ➳ from this request from @iadorethemskz!! hope you enjoy, and thank you for requesting!

Seungmin crept back into the dorm as sneakily as he could, tiptoeing to not wake up any of the members who might be sleeping. He was grinning from ear to ear and he was sure his cheeks were still blazing red, but he couldn’t care less. He always felt like this after meeting up with you. Seungmin’s efforts at being quiet were pointless after he tripped over shoes that had been left at the front door and the other 7 members who were all still up turned to the front door at the same time, silence falling on the room.

Seungmin froze under his hyung’s stares. Jeongin’s dry cough interrupted the awkward silence, eyes glancing in between Seungmin and Chan.

“This is the fourth time this has happened…” Chan said as Seungmin took a seat next to Felix.

“Are you sure you don’t like her?” Hyunjin asked, eyebrows rising.

“I already told you… she’s nothing but a friend…” Seungmin responded nervously. Even he wasn’t sure if what was coming out of his mouth was entirely the truth.

“Just a friend…” Changbin repeated sarcastically, “You may be successfully fooling yourself, but you’re not fooling us.”

“We know you like her.” Jisung added to make it even clearer.

“I don’t.” Seungmin said again, biting his lip nervously. Everyone could tell he was lying, though. The members always caught onto everything so quickly.

“Do you need advice?” Minho asked, examining the younger’s anxious state. Seungmin nodded. “Well, too bad, cause I don’t have any to give you. You fucked up falling for your best friend, I don’t know what else to say.”

Jisung’s face fell open in shock and Felix tried to start saying how Minho didn’t actually mean it to comfort Seungmin, but Seungmin hushed him.

“He’s right. I fucked up.” Seungmin admitted. He paused, searching for the right words, and then a smile crept onto his face, “But I… love her.” The room fell silent and he almost regretted saying it. His face fell after he realised what he had just admitted and he quickly backtracked, “I-I mean- I don’t love her I just-” Seungmin stuttered nervously under the stare of the other members.

“You do.” Chan said. All of Seungmin’s missing confidence seemed to be in his voice instead. “And that’s okay. You are allowed to love her. You are allowed to be in love with her. I’m happy that you’re in love, in fact. I like seeing you happy, and Y/n is what makes you the happiest right now.” Chan explained to Seungmin what he thought was the most obvious thing, though Seungmin was missing these facts himself, too blind to accept it.

Seungmin felt relieved after hearing Chan’s words, though a bit shocked as well. Were you really what made him the happiest? He rested his head in his hands, thinking about all the things he felt when he saw you. He felt elated whenever you smiled. He constantly stared at you, always wanting to look at you and how effortlessly beautiful you were. He was scared of skin contact with you. It made him nervous and his stomach went wild whenever it happened by accident. Whenever you brushed your hand against his on accident, he felt like he would pass out with the way his heart started racing.

As unbelievable as it sounds, Seungmin had never realised what all of this meant. He had never really had a crush on anyone. He didn’t know what he should be feeling or what was normal. But now that Chan had so kindly pointed it out for him, he could see it so clearly. He was… so, so in love with you. It was almost painful how in love with you he was that he wanted to run back to your apartment this instant and tell you over and over again how he felt.

But that thought also scared him. He wouldn’t be able to bear it if you didn’t feel the same way. Oh, God… What if you only saw him as a friend? What if it ruined your friendship with him? What if you never wanted to talk to him again? What if you ghosted him? What if-

“Seungmin? You look like your eyes are about to pop out of their sockets with how wide they are. Are you okay?” Jisung said, bringing the lovesick boy back to reality.

“What if she hates me?!” Seungmin asked in a panic, hands clutching at his hair, pulling at the brown and pink strands harshly.

“Why would you think that? Obviously she likes you back-” Jeongin giggled, finding it funny how Seungmin hadn’t noticed that the feelings were mutual between you two. It was so painfully obvious for Jeongin, who was also friends with you. He always felt like a third wheel when he was hanging out with you two. Except, he wasn’t really one since you both seemed to be completely oblivious that you even had feelings for each other, and especially oblivious that the other liked you back. He was at the point where he would give anything just to see you two get together. The obliviousness annoyed him more than the third-wheeling.

“What? How do you know?” Seungmin was almost desperate to know the younger’s secrets and why all of his hyungs were somehow so good at the love game. Or maybe he was just painfully bad. One or the other.

“One look at her sketchbook and it’s obvious.” Hyunjin said with a laugh. “She draws you too much to be subtle anymore. It’s cute, if you ask me.”

Seungmin looked adorably confused at the new information. He drew you more than was normal? Of course he knew that you drew him. You always brought your sketchbook with you when meeting up with him and he would talk while you sketched him. It was one of his favourite things about you. And if he could convince you to show him the drawings then that would be all that was on his mind for the rest of the day. You drew him so well and the thought that you took that much time and attention into making his likeness on paper had his heart soaring in his chest.

Fuck, maybe he really was in love with you.

“Should I confess to her…?”

The choruses of “yes!”, “obviously!!” and “god, finally!” were enough of an answer to Seungmin and he excused himself to bed. He lay down, head hitting the soft pillow, brain swarming with so many confusing thoughts. Was he really in love? With you? He shifted so he was lying on his side, cheek squishing against the pillow and eyes looking at his phone screen, staring at your contact. Without him thinking, his fingers pressed the call button. He panicked. You picked up on the first ring.

“Seungmin? What’s up?” Seungmin could hear it in your voice that you were smiling, and it made him smile as well.

“Just… was thinking about you.” He mumbled honestly, becoming a little shy at hearing your voice and pressing his face further into the pillow to compensate, hoping to hide any nervousness that might be detectable by you.

“Really? I was… thinking about you as well.”

Seungmin’s eyes widened a bit. No way. “Why were you thinking about me?”

“I liked your pink bangs today. It’s for the comeback, right?”

Seungmin blushed a bit, hand automatically fiddling with the strands of pink hair, “Yeah, for the comeback. Do I like good with them?”

You giggled through the phone and Seungmin’s heart jumped in his chest at the melodic sound. “You always look good, no matter the hair colour.”

“What if I was bald?” Seungmin asked playfully.

You hummed, pretending to think about it for a long time, “I think you’re pushing your chances a little too much with that one.”

“Right, so never going bald, got it.”

You laughed, “Why? Does my approval matter so much?”

Seungmin smiled, “To me, it does. And unless my hair gets much more fried from dying, I don’t think I would go bald willingly, anyway. Win for both of us.”

“Glad to know you’re not thinking about going bald, Minnie.” You tried to suppress your yawn but you were pretty sure the phone had picked it up and Seungmin was the noticing type.

“Shit, it’s late and you’re probably really tired. I’ll let you sleep.” He urged. You were a bit disappointed that the call was ending so soon, but he was right, you were tired.

“Okay… Goodnight, Seungmo.” You mumbled and Seungmin smiled at the nickname, mumbling a goodnight back before ending the call.

He rolled over onto his back, staring at the ceiling, blinking as his brain kept on thinking over what the members had said. He should take their advice.

You were feeling especially dreary today, your mood perfectly matching the weather. It was raining, and not the pleasant kind of rain, but the harsh fat drops of rain that sounded too loud on the pavement and soaked you too fast to be pleasant. You didn’t want to go outside. You tried to at least get yourself out of your pyjamas to hopefully feel a little productive, but you were failing at that task as well.

You glared at your reflection in your mirror. You looked awful. You hated the outfit you had picked, you had screwed up your makeup too many times for your patience and had eventually decided to go without despite the couple breakout spots you could see, and your energy seemed to be entirely drained from just the small task of getting up for the day. You didn’t even want to think about breakfast. You weren’t hungry.

You heard your doorbell ring and groaned. You waited, thinking you would just wait until whatever delivery man left. You didn’t really feel like socialising today unless it was with Seungmin. You smiled at the thought of him and remembered the only good thing that had happened today. He had invaded your dreams last night (most welcomely), and you had been missing him ever since you had gotten up. Maybe you would draw him today.

The doorbell rang again and you raised your eyebrow. This was one persistent mailman. The small moment you had taken to think of Seungmin had given you a little burst of energy and you thought that you could probably handle speaking to whoever was at the door for a couple minutes. You slipped down the stairs as the doorbell rang for the third time and you shook your head.

“You are one persistent person aren’t you-” You said loud enough for them to hear as you opened the door. Your eyes widened, surprised gaze locking with one much softer.

“I guess you could say that.” Seungmin mumbled. He was absolutely soaked from the rain. Did he not bring an umbrella? You watched as the rain drops slowly slid down his cheek almost looking like tears. You wondered why he had shown up so suddenly in the morning, that too, unannounced.

“Do you want to come inside? You’re dripping wet.” You offered him passage through the front door by opening it a little wider, but he shook his head firmly.

“I need to say something first.”

“In the pouring rain?” You laughed and even Seungmin couldn’t keep his serious face on. A smile tugged at his lips, helping a little with his anxiety.

“Y/n, I couldn’t wait another day to tell you this, which is why I’m here even in the rain.” He gulped and you tilted your head to the side, “I think I’m in love with you. No-” His hand ran through his wet hair as he thought of the right words, “I know that I’m in love with you. Very, very in love with you, and it’s hard to bear. Hyungs say that you like me too but I… I won’t believe that until I hear it from you.” He sighed and made eye contact with you again, and this time you thought you saw his eyes actually watering.

“Seungmin…” You were shocked and you didn’t really know what to say. He sounded so genuine that it took your breath away. You didn’t know what to say in response that could rival his perfect confession. The only thing you could feel was your heart beating rapidly in your chest and Seungmin’s inpatient gaze on you.

“Oh, God- They were wrong, weren’t they? You… You don’t actually like me and I… I’m so stupid.” His voice shook a little and he dropped his head. You panicked when he started to turn away, grabbing his wrist tightly. He turned back a bit reluctantly, meeting your eyes which now held a more confident sheen.

“Come here, you big baby.” You mumbled and wrapped your arms around Seungmin’s soaking figure, hugging him so he wouldn’t be able to run away. “You thought I didn’t like you because you were too sweet and I forgot how to breathe? That’s unfair.” You teased, trying to lighten the mood a bit because you could feel Seungmin’s shoulders shake as he hugged you tighter.

You stroked his hair with one hand and rubbed comforting circles on his back with the other, and the position made you have a realisation. You wanted Seungmin to be in your arms forever and even a little bit after forever. You had never experienced something as perfect as this hug. Seungmin sniffed and you tried to pull back a bit to look at him but he just buried his face deeper into the crook of your neck.

“Why won’t you let me see you?” You asked softly, still playing with his hair.

“My cheeks are pink.” He mumbled.

“Are you too embarrassed to look at me?” You giggled, “God, you’re so cute.”

“Stop!” He whined and then smiled. You smiled with him.

“Stop hiding from me, I want to look at you.” You murmured. Seungmin nodded slightly and pulled away a little, barely able to meet your gaze. His cheeks were the cutest shade of pink and you melted at the sight.

“Seungmin,” You cupped his cheek and turned his face a little to meet your gaze, “I’m in love with you, too.” He smiled and you stared at him, soaking up his beauty even when he was soaking wet still.

You found you both leaning in slowly until his soft lips reached yours. You smiled into the kiss and hugged him as close as possible, heart feeling elated. His hair dripped water onto your face causing both of you to giggle and pull away.

“I think you need to come in and change otherwise you might catch a cold.” You urged him and he nodded in agreement.

Half an hour later, Seungmin had showered and changed. The amount of clothes that had been left at your place from the hundreds of meetups gave him lots of options for what to wear. He picked the most comfortable, anticipating the cuddles that he hoped would take up most of the rest of the day.

He settled on the couch next to you and you scooted over until your head rested on his chest. You couldn’t stop smiling at how the day turned out. You probably wouldn’t be able to hate rain ever again.

“They’re gonna tease me for this.” Seungmin predicted as he thought about telling the other members why he had been away the whole day.

“I’m sure they’re happy you’re happy… You are happy, right?” You glanced up at him with a smile.

“The happiest.” He replied.

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