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just right || k. seungmin

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ contents: kim seungmin x fem!reader, established relationship, smut (minors dni!), seungmin is simultaneously a sweetheart and a tease <3

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ word count: 3.7K

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ warnings: swearing, 18+ explicit content, softdom!seungmin, virgin!reader, protected sex, HEAVY praise, fingering, implications of aftercare, it’s all very soft and vanilla and ahdhjshdjdbfjfn

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ a/n: another repost while i’m swamped with essays and can’t write very much🫠 this is one of my favourite smut pieces i’ve posted. enjoy!

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It just… didn’t look right.

You tried twisting in the bedroom mirror, striking vague poses to try and like the lace two-piece you’d been hoping to surprise Seungmin with. You’d been so confident in the store, under special dim lighting and in a red and black changing room, but coming home and trying it on again… it felt way different. Mainly because now it was sinking in that Seungmin was coming home in ten minutes, and he would actually see you in this skimpy, black lace lingerie.

It wasn’t like Seungmin hadn’t ever seen you wear something scandalous. But a lingerie set was way different than a short skirt or a sloping neckline. The implication was obvious, and besides brief discussion you hadn’t really… done anything in terms of sex. You wanted too- you really wanted to- and this had been your idea to make it easier for yourself. If you felt sexy, it wouldn’t be as intimidating, right?

Shit, what had you been thinking? You smoothed your hands over the fabric, feeling stupid.

The front door lock clicked, and immediately your heart skipped several beats, your feet frozen as you listened to the door open and Seungmin call from out in the hallway, “Baby?”

Shit, shit, shit-

You felt caught for some reason, even though this has literally been the plan. You just hadn’t expected to chicken out last minute. Your eyes scanned the room, and found one of Seungmin’s white shirts on the bed. After a split second of hesitation, you cursed under your breath and pulled it over your head. It barely reached your mid thighs, and you were about to dig around for a pair of pants when Seungmin knocked on the closed door.

“Baby?”

You froze, and for some reason you hesitated. Why shouldn’t you let Seungmin in? A large part of you, in spite of your self-consciousness, wanted to see his reaction. You wanted to know what would happen, what he would do, what you would do if given the chance…

And your lack of response was enough of a response for Seungmin to slowly open the door and peek in.

You didn’t know what to do with any part of your body, so you just stood there and tried to ignore the heat flooding to your face. Seungmin was staring at you, eyes roaming up and down your body, and you again felt so, so stupid. You fidgeted with the edge of the shirt, pulling it down. “H-hi.”

“Hi, baby.” Seungmin’s lips slowly turned into a sideways grin. He looked endeared, and you couldn’t help but feel even more embarrassed. “What are you doing?”

He slowly slipped into the room and closed the door behind him, and you kind of wished you could melt through the ground. “I…”

His hands slipped up your arms to cup your elbows and pull you a couple steps closer to him. Your breath held as your eyes met his, sparkling. He giggled. “Baby, what are you wearing?”

Something about his hands holding you made it a lot easier to relax, but you still winced, eyes shutting. “Ugh. I had this stupid idea…”

“Trust me, whatever this is, it is not stupid.” Seungmin grinned, and you whined.

“I just wanted to look… sexy, but it looks wrong.” You mumbled out, feeling your face again flush dramatically. “I just thought this would make it easier to try…”

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, looking a bit amused, and you wanted to hit him for that. Geez, just because he was experienced…

“Try what?” He teased, and you really did hit him this time, half-playfully punching his shoulder.

“Sex, doofus.” You grumbled, hiding your face with your hands.. “I… just thought if I felt pretty… but I’m not, so…”

“Hey, wait a minute-”

One of his hands reached to cup your chin, and tilt your face to look up at him. His smile was gone, brows knit with concern.

“You are pretty.”

You laughed, unbelievingly. “Yeah. Tell that to the mirror.”

You glanced at your reflection, the t-shirt you’d thrown on haphazardly, your bare legs and the peek of your ass. You just felt… so unflattering in all of it.

Seungmin was silent for a moment, and you were beginning to feel cold and exposed. The mantra repeated in your head: stupid, stupid, stupid-

“Can I take this off, baby?”

Seungmin’s fingers were cold as they slid under the hem of your shirt to gently tug on the material. His whole body leaned into you, like you were a magnet and he was steel, and his breath was warm on your cheek as he pressed a small kiss to your eyelid. Butterflies rose in your throat at the small touch, and shot right down to your stomach when his other hand slipped to grip the shirt.

“Please? If you’re okay with it?”

Slowly, you nodded, letting Seungmin lift your arms above your head to pull off the shirt. You were left in the black lace set, and instantly you felt your eyes move to the mirror.

Seungmin immediately cupped your chin, keeping your eyes on him. His gaze was so gentle as he softly smiled. “Come here…”

He drew you back and gently sat you on the bed so your back was against the pillows. He knelt beside you, slipping off his shirt. He was lean and toned, not necessarily muscular but fit and defined.

“Now we’re even.” He smiled shyly, and you couldn’t help but smile back at his sweetness. He reached for you, one hand slipping behind your back and the other cradling your jaw as he kissed you. You sighed, eyes flickering shut as you let yourself lose sense of time and space in the kiss, in the gentle press of his mouth, the firmness of his jaw as your thumb crept up to brush over his cheek.

Soon, his lips left yours- only to find their way slowly down your neck. You gasped, shivering at his touch against your sensitive spots, surprised by the way it made your insides squirm and tingle. He hummed, pleased, and kissed down farther.

Your eyes popped open when his lips met the hill of your right breast, hovering by the lace. He paused there, glancing up at you, gauging your reaction.

“I want to…” He was drawn down, almost against his will, to place a slow kiss on your breast. You inhaled, feeling your legs tense together, but Seungmin slipped a hand between your thighs to keep them apart.

His eyes found yours again, breaths hot over your skin. “I want to make you feel how much I love you. How beautiful I think you are. How fucking gorgeous you look with this on…” He whispered, one finger playing with the strap of your lace bra. “And how much it drives me crazy.”

He was smiling again, and your whole body felt on fire. God, did you want him to do all those things. You wanted to feel him, know what it was like to be touched and teased. Especially because it was Seungmin, someone you trusted, and someone you knew wanted it just as bad.

“I want you.” You whispered, feeling your face heat at the words.

Seungmin noticed your shyness, and his smile turned mischievous. He leaned forward to inch the bra strap off your shoulder, kissing his way over your skin all the while. “Want me to… what?”

Oh, the cheeky bastard. He knew exactly what you meant, he just wanted to hear you say it. You opened your mouth to respond, cheeks burning. “I want…”

Seungmin had paused to watch you expectantly, a glint in his eyes. You looked away, whining. “Just touch me, please- god-”

“Where?” He teased, slipping his fingers behind your back to unclip your bra, and you shivered at his feather light touches. Fuck.

He released the clip, and you felt your heart jolt in anticipation. Already, you could feel your body growing excited for him to touch you everywhere. Actually saying it was another thing, though, and Seungmin knew that. He was grinning, waiting, hand just barely cupping your clothed right breast, thumb resting over the fabric right where your nipple was-

“There. There, please-” You tried, but he only chuckled, brushing over the fabric, barely doing anything. It was hardly any friction, and it was driving you insane. You weren’t bold enough for words. You weren’t bold enough for any of this- and maybe that was Seungmin’s intention. To see if he could push you enough to do it anyway.

You reached one hand to slip the second strap off your shoulder, all while Seungmin watched intently. Taking a breath for confidence, you pulled the bra away in one swift motion, letting it fly off somewhere out of reach. You didn’t watch to see where it went, ignoring your flaming cheeks and whispering, “Fuck, Seungmin. Where do you think I want you to touch?”

Seungmin grinned, and immediately ducked down to take your right nipple in his mouth, softly mouthing the sensitive bud and making you whine and squirm, eyes squeezing shut. Every sensation went right to your core, making your legs tense together- although Seungmin made sure to keep your thighs apart with one hand.

“Easy, baby.” He murmured, breath hot, mouth hot, tongue fucking hot as he slowly sucked. At the same time, his hand slipped lower, fingers running over the edges of your lace panties. Without meaning to, you lifted your hips to his touch, which made Seungmin groan in the back of his throat. “Fuck…”

He lifted his head, leaning forward to press his lips firmly against yours, and your arms wound around his neck, fingers threading through his soft brown locks. You gently tugged and were rewarded with the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard; a low moan absolutely dripping with pleasure and lust. Your head was spinning, lost in his kiss and touch and another gentle groan when you pulled at his hair again, massaging his scalp with your fingertips.

His fingers were inching farther down, and he briefly broke apart to breathe and whisper, “Are you okay? We don’t have to do anything unless-”

“I trust you.” You responded, and you didn’t hesitate to say it. You weren’t a confident person, you never had been- but in this moment, it didn’t matter. Seungmin’s hand cupping your jaw to draw you to him for another kiss, and his fingers slipping to pull down your panties, made you feel desired. You’d never wanted this more.

Your panties were quickly discarded, and Seungmin slid out of his pants, and your eyes instantly snapped to the bulge in his boxers. You swallowed, feeling a bit intimidated.

Seungmin glanced up at your face. “It’s okay, we can take things as slow as you’d like. Just tell me what you’re comfortable with.”

You slowly nodded, and Seungmin hovered over you again, pressing a slow kiss to your shoulder, one hand reaching to find yours. He intertwined your fingers, kissing your knuckles before propping your arm above your head. He used his other hand to gently massage your thighs apart, edging closer to your tingling core.

“Just relax, baby, I’ve got you…”

You shivered, doing your best to release tension from your body as Seungmin pressed two fingers against your slit. He chuckled. “My baby, you’re so wet for me.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, embarrassed by how absolutely horny you were. “Sorry.”

“Sorry? Babe, it’s fucking hot.” Seungmin promised, sliding one finger up and down your slit, making you gasp. The friction felt unbelievably good.

“Feels nice?” Seungmin asked, and you nodded quickly.

“R-really good, oh my god.”

“You feel good too, baby.” Seungmin whispered, forefinger dragging through your folds before circling your hole. You tensed, the feeling foreign, and Seungmin sensed it. “Relax, love. It’s okay.”

Somehow you let your body sink into the mattress, and Seungmin slowly eased a finger inside of you. You instantly sucked in a breath, your free hand gripping the sheets beside you, the other clinging to Seungmin’s.

“That’s it… good girl,” he murmured, squeezing your hand in return as he slipped his finger in deeper. You shivered, eyes squeezing shut as your body tried to get used to the unfamiliar feeling. Not to say that it felt at all bad; the more you adjusted to it, the better it felt. The friction to your walls, the ridges of his finger, every small touch sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You had to bite your lip to keep quiet when he pulled back before slipping back in; you clenched around him, chest heaving.

Seungmin leaned forward to kiss you again, lips moulding against yours slowly as he set a languid pace, palm beginning to brush up against your pussy. You were starting to struggle with keeping quiet, small bursts of sounds forming in the back of your throat. Seungmin dropped your lips briefly to whisper, “Let me hear you. I want to hear you, bet you sound so pretty…”

And when his thumb started rubbing your clit, you couldn’t hold it anymore. Whines and moans quietly tumbled from your lips as Seungmin kissed you deeper, chest meeting your own, gently pushing you into the mattress. His openmouthed kisses tasted like heaven, and you weaved a hand into his hair to pull him closer, groaning at the feel of his hot breath on your skin.

“I knew you’d have the prettiest moans.” Seungmin whispered, smiling against your lips like he wasn’t saying that while his finger was knuckle deep inside of you. “You’re perfect, baby… you’re doing so well for me…”

He slid in another finger with the next thrust, making you gasp and clutch at his hair. The sensation elicited the sweetest groan from Seungmin, who seemed caught off guard.

“You l-like that?” He asked after a second, seeming to catch his breath.

You nodded, legs tensing at the extra stretch. But that hadn’t been the only thing you’d liked; you’d also loved when Seungmin made that sound. While he’d been teasing you this whole time, it was hard not to let your eyes wander to the boner outlined by his sweats-

Experimentally, you fisted his hair again, tugging at the strands with the next thrust. Instantly Seungmin hissed, eyes closing, head pulling back from your face. “Shit, baby…”

You blurted out, “Can- can I touch you?”

Seungmin paused, eyes jolting up to meet yours, clearly surprised. He seemed to process your question while you tried your hardest not to look as flustered as you felt. But you were curious- if he could make you feel this good, could you do the same for him?

“If you want to.” Seungmin said slowly, sitting back for a second. His fingers were still, except for his thumb lightly dragging up and down your slit.

You nodded, too shy to ask again, and Seungmin’s face broke into a grin. “You’re adorable.” He whispered, using his free hand to undo the drawstring and slip out of his sweats.

You sat up, legs stretching out on either side of Seungmin as he pulled out his cock, tip shining with a bit of precum. You couldn’t help but stare, fascinated and at the same time surprised by his size. The outline in his pants had been telling, but still…

Almost on its own will, your hand reached forward and you lightly brushed two fingers along the shaft. Seungmin squeezed his eyes shut, body tensing, lips pressed together to keep from making any sound. But he couldn’t help but slip a small, shaky, “Shit…” when your thumb touched his tip.

You repeated the motion, rewarded with a soft groan from Seungmin, who lifted his hips to meet your touch. His dick pulsed, and your core clenched at the sight, at the idea of him deep inside you, filling every inch of you…

Seungmin’s eyes met yours, and understanding flashed in his eyes. He slowly licked his bottom lip, and whispered, “Tell me what you want, baby.”

His fingers were back at work, moving slowly back and forth. You clenched, and barely managed. “I want you in me… o-oh-”

His fingers curled perfectly, making your eyes roll back. Then Seungmin slipped them out, admiring the wetness coating them. He fisted his cock while the other hand whipped out a condom from the side table. He rolled the condom up his length before crawling back over you. His knees held your legs apart, and you gasped when you felt the tip of his cock prod your entrance. He balanced over you with one elbow beside your head, the other above, hand gently grabbing onto yours.

“Two squeezes if something’s wrong or you want me to stop, okay?” He whispered and you nodded, panting, heat swimming through your body. Seungmin kissed you gently, hovering over your lips for a second longer before carefully slipping inside of you.

Your breath escaped you in a moan, the stretch equal parts painful and pleasuring. Seungmin took his time, keeping a careful eye on your expression as he pushed. You whimpered at his size, and he paused halfway, squeezing your hand. “Okay?”

You nodded, breathless. “Just… a lot.”

He nodded, gently leaning down to kiss you, hovering just above you when he pulled back. “Tell me when.”

You nodded back, letting your body get used to him and his massive size, allowing yourself to relax. You could feel Seungmin pulsing inside you, could see the film over his eyes that proved how insane he felt just from being inside. And as weird as it was for you, not used to the feeling- it was amazing.

You squeezed his hand once, and whispered. “Okay.”

Seungmin met your eyes, breath holding for a second as he looked at you. Then his forehead dipped to meet yours as he slowly pushed, pressing in deeper, and you saw stars as his dick filled every inch of you, static fizzing in your mind.

“Oh f-fuck…” you heard Seungmin groan, breath on your face. “You’re so damn t-tight, oh my god…”

You couldn’t respond, chest heaving, core tingling at the very new and wonderful sensation of Seungmin’s cock buried inside of you, twitching and rubbing over your sensitive walls, You shivered when he shifted slightly, and a small whimper shot from your lips. Instantly Seungmin’s eyes had locked on yours, concern flashing in them. But when he realized you were okay- more than okay- his mouth broke into a small smile.

“How do you feel?” He whispered, kissing along the side of your face and down to your neck. You quickly clung to his brown locks as he pushed his hips against yours, and your core fluttered around him, thighs tensing around his waist.

“G-good, oh-” you broke of in a moan, as he rocked over you again, lips firmly attaching to the junction of your neck and shoulder.

“You’re so fucking good, love.” He breathed against your skin, slipping out slightly and pushing slowly back in. Your toes curled at the depths he reached, at the fullness he gave you, at the stinging hickey he was leaving at the base of your throat. “Doing so, so well. Taking this dick like it was made for you. God, I think it was.”

Your breathing hitched with another firm thrust, and you both moaned in unison. Slowly, Seungmin picked up the pace, hips forming a fluid in-and-out motion that had you seeing stars. He whispered soft praises against your skin while you shuddered, knot building in your gut, uncontrollable moans and whimpers falling past your lips. To Seungmin, it was like music.

Your hands roamed the expanse of his shoulders, and he clutched at your hand with his while the other grabbed your waist, rubbing circles over your stomach. He let his thumb slip down to your clit to rub the sensitive nerves and your back arched off the bed, body roaring with heat.

“Seungmin, there- there-” you moaned, hand flying to the sheets to grip onto, while the other held tightly to his hand. Seungmin’s grip tightened in response, and you could see his body shaking, sweat glistening over his honey skin. His movements were coming sloppier, more sporadic.

Your walls clenched, and you nearly screamed to words, “Shit, Seungmin, I-”

“I know, god,” he moaned. “Close, huh?”

You nodded, eyes squeezing shut, tension burning in your gut. Seungmin gave you several more quick snaps of his hips before you were breaking, white blazing behind your eyelids as you released, pleasure drowning you with a heavy moan from Seungmin’s throat.

“That’s my girl, come on- ah, fuck-”

His hips stuttered as he released too, shooting his cum into the condom, shuddering as his high washed over him. After a second of heavy breathing, he slipped out and you opened your eyes, breathless.

He immediately leaned forward, cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a soft, slow kiss. You felt exhausted, but deliriously happy, when he pulled back to look at you with a loving smile on his face.

“You okay? How do you feel?”

“Really good.” You promised in a whisper, taking one of his hands gently in his. “Thank you, that was… wow.”

“Thank you for trusting me.” Seungmin said quietly, again softly kissing your lips. “You look beautiful. I always think so. And you make me so happy, every part of you. Not just your body,” and he smiled shyly, “but I hope I was able to show you with mine that I love you so much.”

You didn’t trust yourself to speak after that, deciding instead to pull him close and hold him tight, kissing gently across his shoulder. “I love you, too.” You eventually whispered, and Seungmin’s grip tightened.

“How about I run you a bath, hmm?” He leaned back to kiss your forehead.

You nodded, letting him help you back on your feet, legs already sore from the workout. On the way, Seungmin paused, and you looked at him questioningly.

“What?”

“Just thinking,” Seungmin grinned. “you should wear sets like that more often-”

You punched his shoulder lightly, blush rising on your face. Seungmin merely laughed and lead you with him into the bathroom, still a lot of loving left to do.

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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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milkybonya · 2 years

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library loser _ ksm

order 046, @starlostseungmin : large banana milk tea with pudding for skz seungmin

warnings: reader is in love with seungmin from the start but turns it into hate, not proof-read :_(

#: college!au, enemies to lovers!, librarian!au, ft. heartbreaker!Hyunjin

summary: it's almost love at first sight with Seungmin,, but then he becomes someone you avoid because of a misunderstanding :/

[💌: imagining Seungmin in an enemies to lovers trope was just so hard because he's so sweet and cute and a ball of fluff >_< so this was such a challenge but i really liked that it was???]

when you first walked into one of your campus libraries, the one that would soon become your favourite and go-to spot, you kind of... instantly fell for the pretty boy librarian.

your eyes fell on him a first time just by chance as you were scoping the place out. then, you willingly looked at him a second time when you processed him: legs crossed behind the main desk in a grey hoodie and beige pants, glasses sliding down his squishy nose and cheeks sucked in as he focused on whatever he was reading.

the third time you looked at him was to see what he was reading. you squinted and leaned towards him, even though you were standing quite far from him. you looked hard and squinted some more while slowly walking... and you tripped over a rip in the carpet and fell flat on your face.

pretty librarian boy saw. he saw, gasped, and ran over. you shut your eyes tightly and wished you could disappear.

"hey, hey are you okay? can you sit up? let me help you," he said.

even his voice sounded heavenly...

"i'm fine," you said with reddened cheeks and a small smile.

yet he still helped you sit up, his surprisingly strong arms gently wrapping around you and pushing you up.

"it's my first time here... i guess i got a little nervous?" you muttered.

the boy giggled and sent butterflies raging through you.

"is that so? maybe i'll be seeing you more often from now on. i'm Seungmin, Kim Seungmin," he said.

"i'm y/n," you managed to say.

i wish i could say the two of you then fell in love and lived happily ever after, but..

it just wasn't that easy.

as the weeks passed, Seungmin was right. he did see you more often. the library he worked at became your favourite study spot, and he'd always greet you on your way in. sometimes he'd even hand you a granola bar or fruit, saying he just found it 'laying around' when he'd actually spent hours at the grocery store picking it out.

but a month later, everything fell apart.

your friend had been deeply hurt by someone named Hyunjin. he was dared to get into a relationship with them just to see how long they'd last and how fast Hyunjin could get them to sleep with him. once your friend found out about this dare, they broke up with him right away and came running to you, in tears.

"y/nnnnn," they sobbed.

you patted their back and rubbed circles on it as they spoke.

"i loved him so much. i didn't know this was all a lie. he even painted portraits of me.. he was so romantic, he'd take me on café dates.."

Hyunjin was also mourning the end of the relationship. even though it had started as a dare, he had fallen fast for your friend. but of course, neither you nor your friend knew that.

so rightfully so, both of you cursed Hyunjin out.

"he's a prick anyway. all he has going for him is his pretty face. don't worry, [best friend's name], we'll find you someone better. Hyunjin can... can... choke on a grape!" you said.

your friend giggled a bit and you were happy to see their smile.

"i don't want to see him or his friends ever again."

"me neither," you replied, "and who are his friends? i'll give all of them the cold shoulder."

"there's Changbin, Han, Jeongin, Seungmin--"

"Seungmin?! Kim Seungmin?"

"yeah, he works at the library. him and Hyunjin are pretty close."

"i knew there was something up with him. pathetic. he's friends with Hyunjin? ha..."

your best friend shook your head at you as you mumbled to yourself. you decided you and Seungmin were now sworn enemies on the basis of him being friends with the man who broke your best friend's heart.

"good morning y/n--oh." Seungmin didn't finish his greeting as you rushed past him while ignoring him. he was trapped in a confused daze for a few seconds, but then he let it go, thinking you might've been deep in your thoughts.

but then, it happened everyday. it happened so often that Seungmin stopped greeting you. he'd just follow you with his eyes and wonder what happened. he was a little too scared to ask because it's not like the two of you were close friends or anything. he thought to himself that you had the right to ignore him if you wanted to.

one day, he told his friend, Hyunjin about it.

"you said their name is y/n?" Hyunjin asked.

Seungmin nodded, sadly stirring his iced coffee with a straw.

"ah... they're friends with [best friend's name]. you know how i... how we dated and it didn't end so well because of that stupid dare," Hyunjin explained.

"but what does that have anything to do with me?" Seungmin asked.

"it doesn't, but they don't know that. they don't know Changbin hyung is the one who made that stupid dare. they probably think all of my friends were part of this, including you. [best friend's name] always talked about y/n and how they're their closest friend. y/n probably cares so much for [best friend's name] that they stopped talking to you out of anger over [best friend's name]'s situation."

Seungmin nodded along, finally processing and making sense of the situation. yet, it just made him love you more. ah, yes. Seungmin had already fallen in love with you. and now seeing how much you cared for your friend made him love you even more.

he sighed, wondering what he should do.

"i don't want your... thing with y/n to end up like me and their best friend. you should talk to them about it," Hyunjin advised after Seungmin told him about his crush on you.

"hey, hey y/n? y/n! can we just... talk for a second?" Seungmin asked, grabbing hold of your arm as you tried to walk away again.

anger bubbled up within you. one of Hyunjin's stupid friends was touching you and you were seething.

"let. go." you said without turning around.

Seungmin didn't, so you pushed his hand away and finally turned to face him.

"you're just a pathetic library loser and i have nothing to say to you. so leave me alone," you said, walking away.

Seungmin gritted his teeth and looked away, trying not to cry on the spot. if only you'd understand... but fine. if you weren't going to give him a chance, he wouldn't waste his energy on you either.

Seungmin no longer followed you with his eyes when you walked in. he stopped making sure your favourite spot was empty when you'd arrive. you didn't even know he'd do that for you, but just suddenly noticed your usual spot was always occupied.

at some point, Seungmin got petty. he hid away the textbooks he knew you needed and always read. when you'd walk to the desk to ask him where they were, he'd walk away the second he saw you approaching him so he wouldn't need to talk to you. his coworker who would talk to you would also be confused, telling you that the textbook was definitely in the library, but not in it's usual spot.

"i guess another student keeps beating me to it. maybe they read it without checking it out! thank you, though," you'd say, returning to your spot.

Seungmin would watch as you slouched over with a sigh, shuffling through your papers and wondering how you'd study. always, every time, Seungmin would always place the book in front of you when you weren't paying attention or when you napped for a bit. he felt bad, somehow.

you'd discover it and let out a tiny squeal of glee, opening it up to prepare to study.

Seungmin would always watch you with a smile. it'd make him wonder why he's acting so petty in the first place.

one day, you and your best friend had a group study session at the library. your best friend noticed the way Seungmin acted, stealing glances at you but acting petty, and they noticed the way you ignored all of this.

"what's going on with you and Seungmin?" they asked.

"nothing!" you blurted, but that just made them ask you more questions and in the end, you had to confide.

when you explained everything to them, your friend sighed and gave you a pat on the back.

"y/n... you're avoiding Seungmin because of me?"

"no! i'm just so angry.." you replied.

"no, y/n, it's because of what Hyunjin did to me. you should just stop."

"huh?"

"Seungmin wasn't involved in this, not in the slightest. it was only between Changbin and Hyunjin. Hyunjin told me Seungmin even told him not to go through with it."

you felt your heartbeat in your throat. Seungmin... had actually been against this?

"wait... Hyunjin told you? did you speak to him recently?" you asked.

your friend felt flustered and looked away, so you tugged on their arm to get them to speak.

"well... he came to my dorm, even though visitors are not allowed, and he begged me to hear him out so i did and... long story short we're back together."

"what?!" you yelled. you hung your head in apology as everyone stared at you. Seungmin giggled, wondering what could have shocked you so much.

"why don't you just go over there and join the conversation?" his coworker asked him.

Seungmin cleared his throat and returned to the computer, still stealing glances at you.

"yeah.. but i promise there's nothing to be worried about."

"i can trust you, right? i'll have to meet Hyunjin one of these days."

"for now, go meet Seungmin! i can't believe the way you treated him because of this misunderstanding. go, go explain!" your friend said, pushing you out of your seat.

you stumbled away from your spot and towards the main desk, where Seungmin worked. he noticed you getting closer and closer and furrowed his brows, wondering what the problem was.

you didn't know how to tell him and you didn't know what, so when you approached him, you asked for a paper and pen. he handed them to you and you wrote out a note, sliding it to him before walking away.

Hi Seungmin ^-^

I have a lot to explain.. can you meet me by the park outside the student centre when your shift ends? I'll be there!

y/n

you watched Seungmin scurry towards you. he was worried you'd been waiting for a while and he didn't want to make you wait for so long.

"y/n.. is everything okay?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"no.. i misunderstood something and that's why i've been so weird around you recently," you explained, "i thought you were part of the reason Hyunjin broke my friend's heart, but i just realized that you had nothing to do with it. i'm sorry."

Seungmin gave you a small smile.

"i knew that's why you were mad at me but then i also started getting petty. it isn't your fault; you were just being a good friend."

"can we just start all over then?" you asked him, and he nodded.

"let's start by going out an actual date instead of staring at each other in the library," Seungmin suggested, making you laugh.

"well, you're free now, right? do you wanna go now?" you asked.

"sure!" Seungmin agreed, shyly taking one of your hands and guiding you away from the park.

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bangchanbabygurl · 11 months

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Silent Cry Content

Dedication/Note: For STAYS, normalize being single until you meet your Bang Chan, who will love you unconditionally and incandescently. :)

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Prologue: Daylight

Chapter 01: Rare

Chapter 02: Vulnerable

Chapter 03: Sweet Boy

Chapter 04: State Lines

Chapter 05: My Mind & Me

Chapter 06: My mind & Me pt 2

Chapter 07:

Chapter 08:

Chapter 09:

Chapter 10:

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lino-jagiyaa · 1 year

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Hi Rin!!! 👋😆

I want to talk more but I'm busy practicing and filming for the selection of a piano competition (pls I regret wanting to participate but it's too late now🥲)

Could I request a drabble with the soft prompt dialogue #1:

Where y/n is a pianist, who's busy/stressed and thinks they're not good enough (me rn but the thing is I'm actually not good enough).

So y/n and Seungmin are both busy with schedules (idol!Seungmin) and they're in two different countries. But Seungmin saves the day by video calling with y/n.

Feeding my inner simp by procrastinating rn🫠

-Lyna🥸

hi hi! omg i love thisss | as a fellow seungmin simp i understandddd

also, i hope the competition goes well <3

chords | seungmin drabble

prompt: “i just wanted to remind you that you're doing a great job, and to keep up the hard work! i know that it can sometimes be a bit difficult but i promise your dedication and efforts will pay off.”

genre: fluff, angst(?)

pairing: idol!seungmin x pianist!gn reader

warnings: swearing, frustration, crying

word count: 627

note: i changed the prompt just a little bit since it sounds a bit off in this scenario but i hope it’s still good!

the week was just starting but it was already so tiring. you had so many rehearsals lined up and filming to do. all to prepare you for an upcoming competition.

you had thought that by joining, you could easily distract yourself from having to spend another long few weeks away from your boyfriend seungmin who was now at the beginning of his upcoming tour.

but instead of a good distraction, you were met with headaches and not to mention the massive load of coursework and the additional homework your professors decided to drop the past two weeks.

it was all becoming too much.

𖤐𖤐𖤐

just as you were going over some sheet music, attempting to get something done after spending the past 30 minutes wanting to cry your eyes out, your phone lights up with your boyfriend's contact.

he was on break from practice so he thought it'd be the perfect time to call. not knowing you were seconds away from a breakdown.

him having the perfect timing.

you immediately answer. after fixing yourself up a bit, of course.

when his face pops up on the screen you can't help but smile.

seungmin: hey! i missed you.

you: i missed you too, seung. this month is taking forever to pass.

seungmin: i knoww. but don't worry, i'll have a long break after i come back.

you: good. i hate being apart for this long.

seungmin: me too. anyways, what've you been up to lately?

you: i actually joined a piano competition...

seungmin: you don't seem too happy, why's that?

you: it's been really stressful. like i feel like i'm not doing well and like there was no point in joining. and on top of that, I have a shit ton of homework to finish by the end of the week.

seungmin: well, baby why don't you just drop out? or is there something you're not telling me?

before you could answer him, you felt tears start to pool in your eyes. seungmin noticed immediately, making him softly question you.

seungmin: take your time, baby. you’re okay, i’m here.

after taking a shaky deep breath and fiddling with the sleeves of your hoodie, you’re finally able to speak again.

you: .. okay to lay things out, i joined the competition to distract myself for a while since you’d be gone by then i realized i wanted to do well so you could be proud of me…

you couldn’t even look him in the eyes as you confessed. feeling embarrassed if your reasoning, putting your hands up to cover your face since it was becoming red.

seungmin admired the fact that you were doing this for him. yet he’d be proud of you whether you won or not.

he was smiling at you so wide. so entranced with you. so in love.

seungmin: well thank you, but i’ll be proud even if you don’t do well. you’re already doing a great job, love. and i know that it can sometimes be a bit difficult but i promise your dedication and efforts will pay off.”

you: seungmin…

seungmin: what? you know i’m right. whatever you do, anything you do will make me happy. so don’t worry your pretty little head about that.

you: ugh, i hate you

seungmin: i love you too. hopefully you feel better, right?

you: i do, thank you. and i love you too, seung

seungmin: i’m glad. it is getting late hear and we have sound check early tomorrow, but sleep well. i miss you.

you: okay, i miss you too. goodnight.

𖤐𖤐𖤐

after hanging up, you felt a lot better. a lot more confident in your work too. being reassured that he’s still gonna be proud of you no matter what.

his words made your heart flutter. having someone who was so full of love. it meant a lot.

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biscuitslino · 2 years

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skz as songs off of harry's house

KIM SEUNGMIN

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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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baby-yongbok · 1 month

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Boyfriend SKZ!Fake Texts - They have a wet dream about you

Genre: Smut, fairly detailed. Like, its dirty

Warnings: mentions of unprotected sex (wear a rubber, yall), breeding (? - if you squint and only for Jeongin's), Jeongin is a tad bit possessive, It gets more dirty the further you get.

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Hyunjin

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Felix

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fluffylino · 5 months

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seungmin being drunk on eating you out.

pussy drunk seungmin who takes every chance he gets to taste you. his eyes getting all sparkly and big when you deny him.

you'd remember how it had all started when he wanted to try out face sitting. at first being very hesitant until he actually got the feeling.

the feeling of not being able to breathe. your pussy leaking all over his mouth and nose.

had he really been missing out on the good stuff? how could he let it all go to waste?

he doesn't even want to cum, he just wants to eat you out and make you cum. he'll make you cum over and over again until you actually have to tug a handful of his hair to pull him back.

he's the type to walk in behind you when your leaning against the counter.

an innocent smile on his face and his not so innocent hand slipping down your pants. before you can even utter another word, he's on his knees. fingers playfully tugging at the waistband of your panties.

sometimes you'd wake up feeling completely dazed. an unexplainable sensation. but its all explainable when you see his head between your legs. face buried in your cunt. seungmin doesn't even try to hide how desperate he is.

you worry about how he'd breath when you can feel his nose rubbing against your clit harshly while his tongue is all over the place. licking you completely. swallowing whatever he can take.

"seungmin..hah-" you'd whine, closing your thighs around his head. he'd moan, panting against you. he'd want you to do that. so he could get breathless and only smell your sex. your essence. seungmin wants you to push his mouth against your cunt. use him for your pleasure. make him your toy. your bitch.

"what is this for?"

seungmin smiled, unbuckling the thick collar and fastening it around his neck. 'puppy engraved into the light blue collar in gold.

"so you can control my pace"

by now you had figured he knew your pussy from the inside and out. his tongue finding all your spots in quick successions.

other times he'd make a peace sign and stick his tongue through it playfully when y'all were in public. just to tease you.

"i just don't understand how people can be so stupid" you frustratedly, holding your head in your hands. today was a bad day. everything was pissing you off.

"couldn't you wait until i was done ranting?" you sighed out airily. looking at the boy who was sitting on his knees, lazily mouthing at your heat. he locked eyes with you, obviously not hearing what you asked him.

"kim seungmin." you hissed out, tugging the chain that was attached to his collar.

he jerked forward, a whiny 'sorry' leaving him.

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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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starlostseungmin · 1 year

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soft thought for seungmin

Seungmin is the type of person to kiss his S/O on the top of their head and give a lot of forehead kisses.

Picture this - Seungmin meeting his s/o after the tour and giving them a big hug, and a kiss on their forehead. there is just something so intimate and soft about forehead kisses that both of them would just melt into each others embrace and just stay like that until someone bursts their bubble.

— forehead kisses from seungmin.

i’m a sucker for forehead kisses and believe me, i tried to be calm as possible as i wrote this. side note: please do not send in requests, this is only for my soft hours writings thanks! ✨🤍

it would occur at random times, as it became a tradition in your relationship and it is a must, where seungmin could give them every time he is near you. he’ll kiss the top of your head when you lay beside him as you sleep and stare at you in awe while playing with your hair. those forehead kisses he would give when he leaves your shared apartment or when he gets home late at night after an exhausting day at work. sometimes he’d give longer kisses when you cry, or when he’s emotionally tired. it is a sense of comfort for the both of you and missing him so badly during those times when he is overseas for their tour made you lonely. though he tried to make it comfortable during facetime yet, they were not enough.

it is something you’ve been craving for months, not just those forehead kisses, but other things such as a kiss on the lips, his hugs, the way he holds your hand, his voice that is not from the phone, his laugh and most of all, him, with you. it has been months, and he’s been busy. you miss him so much that you got so excited when he messaged you a day before his flight back to korea that he is coming home with the boys.

you were led by the staff to a private entrance towards the arrival area and there you wait until the gates were opened for them to come in. to avoid the media, they headed towards the exit where you were waiting. you were nervous and excited at the same time, after months you’re going to be with seungmin again.

hyunjin saw you first from afar that he had to nudge seungmin whose head was on the floor. he looked at hyunjin for a second as he motioned his head towards you. your boyfriend didn’t hesitate to drop his bags and ran toward you with open arms. and that’s the moment his arms wrapped around your back, pulling you closerーhugging you tightly.

“god, i missed you so much,” he said, cupping your cheeks and giving you a kiss on the lips.

“welcome home, my love,” you said as he giggled in response, kissing your forehead and hugging you once again.

“i’m finally got to cuddle you to sleep,” he said, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “i missed you so much,” you melted under his touch as you played with his hair. if time wouldn’t be a menace, you wanted to keep that moment for a while.

“you big baby, we’re in a hurry!” chan teased making you and seungmin break the hug.

“man, i feel so single,” jisung shivered as he walk passed by. seungmin stuck out his tongue at him and grabbed his bag, embracing his arm around your shoulder to walk with you.

“how was your flight?” you asked.

“good, and i couldn’t wait to spend some time with you~” he smiled, kissing your forehead once again before leaving the airport.

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sona-verse01 · 9 months

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Stray Kids

Possessive MTL

Request: Anon! (Hello, can you make a skz hyung line mtl for possessive over s/o? You don't need to write 'why?' or give explanation. Thanks if you make this one.)

Pairing: Skz x gn reader

Genre: Soft

Category: MTL 🌠

Disclaimer: *Images are downloaded from internet. *For entertainment purpose only. Don't take it seriously. *Based on my imagination ONLY. Similarity to other writer's work will be a complete coincidence. *I don't define Stray Kids members personality and nature through my work.

*Don't copy/steal/translate my work.

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Lee Know

Hyunjin

Bang Chan

Seungmin

Han Jisung

Changbin

Jeongin

Felix

Least

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daaawnnn · 6 months

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lipstick stains

skz reaction: them asking you to stain them with your lipstick

pairing: bf!skz x gn!reader

warnings: a little bit suggestive, but mostly fluff

©daaawnnn

reblogs are appreciated!

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milkybonya · 2 years

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☆彡beyond love

🎼 love as: you were so important to me that i can't define us as love_정이라고 하자

🎼 track 04 of the 낭만 (NANGMAN) -- do you believe in romance? series

🎼 some might call your relationship with Seungmin friends to lovers, but Seungmin believes what you had and have is way past the confines of love

#: mostly angst, some suggestive content, a smidge of fluff, flashbacks, you and Seungmin are no longer together but he misses you

[💌: happy birthday, Kim Seungmin ! you have been my bias for just less than a year now, but i think i've grown a lot in loving you.. here is a fic for you with my other favourite song (tied with vancouver!) from big naughty's nangman ♡ i'm sorry to put you in an angsty scenario on your day... ily 멍멍아]

Seungmin closes his eyes to the sound of rain tapping his bedroom window. it takes him to a memory from years ago.

"we'll get wet!" you whined, tugging on the sleeve of Seungmin's oversized jacket.

the boy smiled at you in response, his eyes turning into crescents. you thought you could see little puppy ears on his head with how adorable he looked.

"no, y/n, it'll be fine. besides, we have to run this errand, anyway!" he told you, opening your umbrella and stepping out into the open air.

you ran out behind him but he fled, causing you to get wet as you chased after him in the rain. in the moment, you didn't care about your white shoes staining as you trudged through puddles and mud to reach your boyfriend.

"you made it," he said, panting when you caught up to him.

"idiot," you mumbled, pinching his cheek before kissing it.

he held the umbrella over your head as he reached for your hand.

the rain starts hitting the windows so hard that Seungmin scrambles up to close them. he likes keeping them open because the sound makes him think of you, but when it pours too hard, he can't risk your side of the bed getting wet.

yes, even if you're no longer together, Seungmin still finds himself thinking of you like this. it's not his fault when you're pretty much the reason for his entire existence.

he met you when he was just a high schooler, still young and unsure of himself. with you, he made plans to take the world on head-first. even throughout college, no matter what came your way, the two of you could withstand it all as long as you were together.

somewhere along the friendship you formed, feelings had grown. at first, it was hard to tell if it was romantic or platonic, but soon enough, the two of you found yourselves falling asleep in each other's arms each night, bare chests pressing against each other and Seungmin leaving delicate kisses along your collarbones.

it wasn't friends with benefits either, not when the cuddling would go on for hours on end. you could stare into Seungmin's eyes for eternity, running your fingers through his hair as he spoke softly about what was on his mind.

the two of you were friends, lovers, and everything inbetween. you shared your lowest and highest moments together. in all honesty, you are the reason Seungmin believes in soulmates. yes, present tense believes, because even if you're not together, Seungmin believes he was destined to meet you.

a handful of years into and after college, your relationship with Seungmin felt like it was holding you back. it was too comfortable, too routine, too normal. you started to wonder if there was anything more to life than the four walls of the apartment that you shared with the love of your life.

ah, yes. the quarter-life crisis.

you left Seungmin in search of yourself. growing up with him, ending your teens and starting your twenties with him meant that he molded your identity and vice versa. now, you wanted to see who you could be without anyone's influence.

you were happy when you left. you were happy when you said goodbye, packed your bags and told Seungmin it was over. how could he hold you back?

he let you go... but he doesn't regret it. knowing how happy you were and are, he would never regret it. he just misses you to death.

a sigh escapes his lips as he stirs his hot americano.

a hot americano.

a drink Seungmin would only get when he wants to torture himself. according to him, americanos should always be iced. to have it hot it to wage war against yourself.

"i miss them," he mumbles.

Felix, his friend who sits across him at their table in a café, echoes Seungmin's sigh.

"it's been ten years, Seungmin. it's time to move on," Felix says.

Seungmin shakes his head.

"i close my eyes and i can still see their face... like just inches from mine as if we're about to kiss--"

Felix's face crumples up as he physically cringes.

"every time it's quiet, i just hear their laughter."

"if you miss them so bad, just reach out to them," Felix says, taking a sip of his own drink before staring out the window on his left.

he's having his main character moment after speaking, as if he just said something grand.

"i can't do that. y/n left me for a reason. they'll reach out to me first if they ever want to," Seungmin replies, in a dreamlike state.

he almost misses his mouth taking a sip of the drink in front of him, his moisturized lips leaving a mark on the chipped rim of the white mug.

Felix runs his fingers through his blonde hair, slowly getting fed up of his friend.

"i don't want to be mean but... it's either you do something about this, or stop complaining," Felix says.

Seungmin isn't hurt; he nods along, lips pressed together and glossy eyes blinking. he knows Felix is right.

"you're right... i still just wish, wait, and hope for them to contact me. i think even if they're on the other side of the world right now, i'd race over to meet them if they asked," Seungmin declares.

"you're crazy," Felix laughs.

"maybe... but we made a promise."

"oh? what promise?"

"a promise that we'd be forever. i know they'll keep it. i know they'll come back to me some day."

but the days keep passing and Seungmin loses hope that you'll ever find your way back to him. he realizes he misses you for the same reason you wanted to leave him: the safety, security, and comfort.

could any of that even be called love? a relationship formed out of a strange, lifelong bond that glues two people together but can feel a little suffocating if not handled properly... this was just beyond love, right?

whether or not the two of you were soulmates, and whether or not you made a promise, Seungmin finally decides on something as he throws his teddy bear onto 'your side' of the bed.

what the two of you had wasn't love. it was beyond that. and now it's time to move on.

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