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king arthur seokmin headcanons

warnings: small mention of a lack food & water, small nod to adultery, spoilers for xcalibur (its been almost 6 years since it happened but wtv), dk's a badass king, reader is implied to be female (because who wouldn't want to be guinevere), arthurian legend components, lyr gets to geek out about xcalibur & arthurian legend for a while yippee

playlist: somnus, valse di fantastica & sunset waltz (ffxv ost)

━━ king arthur!seokmin who is the only idol his kingdom worships. they know him for his kindness, strength, stability, and honorable disposition, and worship him and the ground he walks on.

━━ king arthur!seokmin who is really really good with a sword. whether it's excalibur or not, seokmin is talented when it comes to welding the sword with ease and performing many techniques and "impossible" feats with little to no struggle.

━━ king arthur!seokmin who knows what to say and when to say it; everyone looks up to him to comfort the kingdom when worry fills the streets, and he doesn't fail to do so. seokmin knows what to say to rile people up or calm them down, and is usually the voice of reason when meeting with other kingdoms or allies.

━━ king arthur!seokmin who fell in love you with you the first time he laid eyes on you. he knew from the first time you smiled at him that he would die for you if you needed him to. seokmin was a very emotional person, and you always knew what to say even if he was worried on edge.

━━ king arthur!seokmin who, with your permission, marries you as quick as possible. he has been daydreaming about the event ever since he developed feelings for you, and had the whole wedding prepared and planned ahead of time. seokmin had the biggest wedding for the two of you, and made you even happier when he crowned you himself.

━━ king arthur!seokmin who asks for your opinion on most decisions he has to make. seokmin trusts his judgement, but always wants your opinion on things before he finalizes his answer. he knows you have a lot to offer, and goes to you often for advice or your thoughts on a certain matter, even if others tell him not to.

━━ king arthur!seokmin who puts a strong divide between "king seokmin" and just "seokmin"—he wants to let his guard down around you, and makes sure that the boundary between him as king and him as your best friend is clear. seokmin never wants to confront you as a king of any kind. he doesn't even want to be adressed as "king seokmin" or "my king' by you—he just wants to be seokmin.

━━ king arthur!seokmin who invites you to his bedchambers after a long night of feasting and dining. he loves letting you take off his heavy, overdecorated clothes after the two of you make your way back to your private quarters. loves it when you peek your head into his bedroom and make your way to his bed just to get comfortable in it and chat with him until you get tired.

━━ king arthur!seokmin who takes his time with you. seokmin always want to spend his waking and sleeping moments with you, even if it means taking an hour in the morning to wake up before you and trace your features with his finger, or taking an hour in the nighttime to stroke your hair softly.

━━ king arthur!seokmin who listened to you and only you when you tried to talk some reason into him. seokmin was so consumed with xcalibur's power that he ignored the advice of all his knights, even threatening to kill his closest confidant, lancelot, with the blade of the magical xcalibur himself. when you finally grabbed his attention and warned him of the dire mistake he was close to making, he considered your words faster than he did anyone elses. you brought out the tiniest bit of the sweeter seokmin the whole kingdom knew once.

━━ king arthur!seokmin who, when finding out about your supposed adultery act with lancelot, his best friend, lost all meaning for a few days. he was so stunned at your apparent betrayal with lancelot that he couldn't even eat for a few days, and refused water as he spent his time locked away in his room, rotting away silently. seokmin had given you the world, and it shattered him thinking that you didn't want it.

━━ king arthur!seokmin who couldn't bring himself to kill you. of course, he was seething with anger at lancelot's newfound confidence to take you away from him, but couldn't hurt him because he knew it would hurt you. he didn't want you to be hurt, even if he wanted to end him where he kneeled for him before.

━━ king arthur!seokmin who realized his mistake and wanted to change for you. seokmin had realized his pridefulness when ocming to xcalibur, and he made it right as quick as he could, taking a step back from everything and everyone to recollect himself and become the better person for you and his kingdom.

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boyfriend shaped | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: none, fluff, reader is implied to be female ('sweet girl', 'sweetheart'), non!idol au, mentions of dokyeom being a kindergarten teacher, dokyeom is boyfriend shaped in his newest ig post and i'm crying because of it

Dinner with your boyfriend was something you looked forward to.

Every Friday—since your boyfriend spent most of his week dealing with kindergarters who threw up on their sleeping mats and couldn't spell dog without adding an extra 'o'—promised to take you out to a nice fancy resturant and spend time with you afterwards.

The two of you were at a traditional Korean resturant this time around, and you couldn't help but stare at your attractive boyfriend from across the table, eyes runnig along his muscles and tanned skin.

After a few seconds of looking down at his menu, he catches your eyes, smiling as his sharp nose scrunches up in the cutest way.

"What?" He questions, obviously teasing. Seokmin knows better than anyone that you find yourself staring at him more often than not, and he loves teasing you for it (even if he does the same thing to you).

"You're so handsome and I love you." Sighing, you pull him by his hand, making him lean over the wooden table as you press your lemonade-tainted lips to his. He sighs under you, lips stretching into a gentle smile as he pecks your lips a few more times before pulling away.

His face is red, and his dark brown eyes are darting around the seating area as he pushes his horn rimmed glasses further upon his nose bridge.

"You're something else, you know that? I have to order for me and you in a minute, and you're over here complimenting me out of the blue and kissing me. How am I supposed to function with you kissing the thoughts out of me?" Seokmin sounds annoyed, but the smile on his face and the lovestruck look in his dark brown eyes makes you giggle.

"You don't mind it though, do you?" Sipping on your lemonade yet again, Seokmin chuckles, shaking his head as he closes the menu.

"No, I don't, but as I'd tell my kids—be patient, and good things will come to you." Seokmin's voice dropped an octave lower when he said the second half of that sentence, and you gasped, swatting his hand as he giggles cutely.

"You're absolutely diabolical, Seokmin." He chuckles at your choice of words, but doesn't deny it, smiling at you once more before the waiter appears at the side of the table.

After he finishes taking your orders, he grabs your menu for you and hands it to the waiter, thanking him for you as he directs his attention back to you.

"So, how was your day, sweet girl?" Seokmin locks his eyes on you, listening intently as you tell him all about your day.

You leave nothing out, mentioning everything from how you were about 20 minutes late to work due to a traffic jam, and the mediocre lunch you had on your break. Seokmin sits there patiently and listens, interjecting funny comments or comforting words when he can, and he encorages you as you begin to talk about the possibility of you quitting your stressful job.

"You really mean that?" You ask in disbelief, his sweet and tactful words making your eyes tear up as he nods, smiling at you as he pushes his nose to yours.

"Of course I mean it. I'll support you in whatever you want to do. Wherever you go, I follow. Whatever you do, I do." Seokmin's voice is so sweet and calming you can't argue with him any longer, and you lean in to kiss him again, smiling as he hums happily under you.

Seokmin wasn't usually this desperate for kisses, but it kept seeming as if he was making ways for you to kiss him. You thought it was cute, the way he was trying to be so nonchalant about it.

"Why are you so kissy today?" You question, and Seokmin pauses, eyes sparkling as he frowns slightly. "Why, do you not like it?" He sounds hurt, and it breaks your heart a little, seeing his dark brown widen like a kicked puppy.

"No, no, Min. I love it. I adore it, if I'm being honest," You smile, and Seokmin cheers up quickly, eyes darting down to your lips as he sighs.

"I love you, sweetheart." Seokmin said the phrase almost ever hour of every day, but times like this—where the mood was sweet and mellow—the three-word expression made you suddenly even more grateful for Seokmin's sweet heart and kind disposition.

"And I love you, Min." Grabbing his hands, you kiss each of his fingertips, smiling as Seokmin giggles, huffling cutely as you chuckle at his reaction.

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running to ask you a question.....

(i am literally the running toothpaste)

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roller skating | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x fem!reader

warnings: none, a fluffy confession ft. roller skating 🛼

Dokyeom's hand interlocked with yours felt like sparks that were going off inside of your heart, and you continued to wobble around miserably on the wooden floor as your skates took you around the rink. Music was playing from the speakers in the corner of the establishment, and chatting from young adults and children mixed with the beats, causing the whole atmosphere to be one of happiness and cheer.

Most of you and Dokyeom's shared friend group were over at a table, discussing what to order at the concession stand, and you swore you felt even more exposed that half of them weren't behind you two, joking around and discussing whatever college students do.

Dokyeom and you were very awkward, you admitted it: the two of you went in endless circles around the rink, only exchanging quiet small talk and awkward giggling when one person stumbled or slid a bit too quickly.

You couldn't ignore your speeding heart in your chest, and you just hummed to a Bruno Mars' song quietly, hoping to stop your slightly shaking legs and frantic eyes.

Dokyeom was looking down at his phone while skating like a pro, not even worried about where he was going as he pushed his black frames back upon his sharp nose.

His blonde hair was starting to become discheveled by the wind, and his jean jacket shielded him from the cold air of the rink. After a few more minutes of glancing down at the screen, he turned his phone off and stuffed it in his pocket, sighing as he looked to you and smiled.

"You're doing really good now! Even better than Seungkwan, if I do say myself." Dokyeom smiles as he squeezes your hand, and you giggle a bit at his joke, raising your eyebrows playfully at him.

"If Seungkwan heard you say that, he'd steal your skates." Giggling, Dokyeom nods with tears in his eyes, sighing after wiping them away.

"He won't hear me say that, though, because you won't tell him." Dokyeom speeds up just a bit, and you match his movements perfectly for the first time all night, letting out a little squeal as the two of you dart in and out of other skaters. Dokyeom's smile is massive as he looks back at you, and your heart softens instantly at the sight, meeting his eyes as you slow down again.

"You're so silly," You sigh, and Dokyeom shrugs, leading you off the rink as the two of you take a seat at the carpeted benches just off of the rink. Music continues to play, and more people get on the rink, one of the more popular songs being played. Dokyeom turns on his phone again, snapping a picture of Seungkwan struggling to catch up with Hoshi and Mingyu, Vernon trailing behind him with ease as he sticks his earbuds in his ears. 

Dokyeom's hand hasn't left yours ever since you sat down, and you can't help but glance down at it every few seconds, noticing how Dokyeom's slender fingers encase yours so perfectly. His strong grip is soft yet assuring, and he rubs your soft knuckles subconsciously, smiling as he notices your friend group mingled in between skaters young and old. He ends a banter with Seungkwan, the latter obviously angered at something Dokyeom had joked around about, and he leans back, wheezing happily as he sighs shortly after.

"Kyeom?" You ask, voice quiet and shaky as your face starts to heat up. Something was rising up in you, and you didn't know what it was: a burning, fire-hot question was at the back of your throat, and you couldn't believe you were about to say it in front of your best friend. Your best friend who you had a massive crush on, and couldn't even think about without turning red and forgetting how to function normally.

He turns to you, pretty brown eyes locked with yours as he directs his full attention to you. "Yeah?" 

"I love you." You whisper, and Dokyeom turns a small shade of pink, laughing awkwardly as he nods back at you. "Awww, I love you too."

"N-not like that, Dokyeom."

Silence fell between the two of you, and you met Dokyeom's deep brown eyes, lips slightly parted in nervousness as he matched your gaze. His eyes were widened, and his mouth was open just like yours, lips shimmering with chapstick as his eyebrows slighly furrowed in what seemed to be shock. The small blush on his cheeks flared up into a full red, spreading across his ears and nose as he swallowed, and he looked away for a second as if trying to process what you said.

He knew exactly what you meant, judging by the surprised look on his face and blush on his cheeks. His massive hand was still interlocked with yours, and you looked down at it, noticing how his grip has seemingly gotten tighter around your now sweaty hand. 

Turning to you, Dokyeom pushed a piece of stray hair away, hand lingering softly on your heated cheek as he searched your eyes. His lips curved into a small yet nervous smile, and he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. The kiss was so feather-like and fleeting you didn't even realize it was happening until he started to pull away. A sigh tumbled from your lips when he left, and Dokyeom's cheeks blared red as he cleared his throat.

"I love you too." He whispers, and your heart doesn't seem to slow down, smiling as he caresses your cheek slowly. A slow song starts to play as the rink carries on, and cheers arise from the floor, small claps and chanting directed to you and Dokyeom's small confession momemt.

You and Dokyeom's shared friend group are the loudest of the rink, cheers and squeals coming from their seating as some snap pictures of you together. The two of you turn a deep red, obviously affected by the attention as you glance at each other awkwardly.

"So...." You trail off, and Dokyeom bites his lips, looking off to the side as he smiles to himself. "So...."

"Where do we go from here?" You ask, and Dokyeom stands up, helping you up as you accidently crash into his arms, slumped down against his chest as he pulls you up and lets his hands fall around your waist. You're so close to him you can smell his strong cologne and feel the warmth radiating off of him.

"Wherever you'll let me take you." Dokyeom blushes as you press a kiss to his cheek, and you laugh, taking his other hand in yours as you both manuver your way back to the wooden floor and start to sail in and out of the people on the rink.

The slow sound seems to drown out everyone's conversation, leaving you and Dokyeom to have your own little  moment on the floor as he looks down at you. He's enamored, judging by the way his eyes lock with yours, and you're more than happy to see him staring at you like the way you have been looking at him for what seems like an eternity.

"Take me wherever, Dokyeom." You whisper, gripping his hand tighter as he brings your hand up to his soft lips to press a kiss to it awkwardly.

"Giving me freedom of choice like that is a bad habit of yours." Dokyeom chuckles, and you blush, turning away from him as the two of you continue to skate around the rink, enjoying each other's company while basking in the fact you've passed the best friend stage.

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this is actually so real because i was just on instagram scrolling on dokyeom fanaccounts and almost crying.

sometimes i look at a picture of dokyeom and cry

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i would definitely have a crush on debut vernon

Vernon rapping on SMTM4

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small girl fantasy | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x fem!reader

warnings: mention of body types, peer pressure, sweet sweet fluff

now playing: small girl — lee young ji (ft. d.o.)

"Am I small enough?" Staring down at your exposed stomach, you frown into the mirror, eyes downcast as you turn back to your boyfriend.

Seokmin shoots up from his lying position on the bed, eyebrows downturned as he juts out his bottom lip, pouting like a child. The male pushes a curl from his face, blicking rapidly as his dark hair tickles his eyelashes.

"Baby, what do you mean?" Seokmin looked geniuenly confused, and you sighed, trudging over to him as you pushed your hair away from your face.

"Like....my stomach. Is it fine-looking?" You shyly pull up your top, embarassed to show your sweet boyfriend your bare stomach.

A few of you and your friends went shopping today, and the four of you were looking for sundresses that were suitable for a date. Most of the ones you were interested didn't fit you very well, and you had a suspicion that you had grown a few sizes since last shopping spree. Your friends didn't make you feel any better, either—they joked about how small the dresses were on you, and it made you self-conscious.

More self-conscious than you felt before.

"Baby, what type of question is that? Of course your tummy is fine looking." Seokmin—bless his sweet, innocent heart—looked up at you with his familiar dark brown eyes, pouting at your question. He even called your stomach tummy, which made you feel a little bit better.

"I don't know, I just think I've been filling out. Like instead of growing up and down...I've been growing left and right." The frown on your face tugs at Seokmin's heart strings, and he reaches out his hand, begging you to take it as he pulls you to the bed.

"Sweet girl, please listen to me. You're beautiful just the way you are, people change and their weight is a part of the parts that change. You're going to change and grow and many ways, both physical and mentally, but it'll all be for a good reason in the end. Don't be hard on yourself because of simple things like this; if you want to get better, go ahead and start making the steps to being more healthy. If not, though, I'll still love you for who you are. Not how you look or how you sound. Okay?" Seokmin looked into your eyes with such a softness, you felt your eyes water as you nodded against his hand, now cupping your cheek.

"Okay." You sighed, lips flying to Seokmin's in a split second as he breathed into your mouth happily.

His hands snaked around your stomach, fingertips brushing your cold skin as he continued to kiss you. Seokmin was the happiest man right now, you could bet, and you were just as happy as he was.

"Now, do you still want to order pizza? I think your stummy is hungry." Seokmin laughs cutely, eyes sparkling with mischief as he locks gaze with you, to which you nod happily and giggle when Seokmin's lips touch your belly button delicately.

"I love you and your body, okay? Never doubt that. Ever." Seokmin sounds serious—which is rare, so you nod, smiling as the day continues on.

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dark red | bad clue II lee seokmin

pairing: bad clue II!lee seokmin x detective!reader

warnings: mentions of murder/crime, bad clue II spoilers, dk is actually really creepy in this, just a lot of angst

The room is unbearably bright, and you stand in front of the man in handcuffs, hoping your facade is strong enough so that he can’t see through your already fragile emotions. The investigation room used to be one of your favorite parts of your job, as you always wanted to question a criminal like the crime movies did when you were a child. 

Now, you didn’t want to step foot in this stuffy room ever again.

Palms sweaty and breaths uneven, you take your clipboard from your chair and sigh, eyes threatening to tear up as you stare at the man in front of you.

He seemed familiar in so many ways—the slope of his sharp nose was illuminated by the harsh white of the lamp fixture above, and he stared at you with so much emotion in his eyes, it scared you to even hold his gaze for more than a few seconds. The man’s lips were a rosy pink, and they held a slight smirk from the time you entered the room to now. He didn’t look like the type of man to smirk either. He seemed polite, reserved—which confused you even more as to how he found himself in handcuffs on the opposite side of the questioning table.

“So…” You started, hoping your voice was forceful enough to clarify who the stronger one was in this situation. He smiled slightly, eyes sparkling with something as he straightened his back.

“Sherlock Oh.”

The name was a bit funny, a bit unusual, but for the sake of this case you would refer to him with the name the official criminal file stated for him. Glancing down at the clipboard to the left of you, you glance through his information, noticing how they couldn’t provide a picture to match the profile. That was odd. They always had a picture attached to most cases, even if the criminal went to great lengths to hide their true identity.

The man, Sherlock Oh, nodded in response—the aura around him was hard to describe to any sane person. He was so many things that made no sense to you. 

“Do you mind telling me what you’re in here for?” You always asked that question to make your suspects a bit more comfortable, hoping to ease the information out of them. You had a feeling as that didn’t matter in this specific case.

It seemed as if Sherlock Oh was already comfortable.

“I killed twelve people.” He answered simply, brown eyes locking with yours as he answered nonchalantly, as if talking about the weather. A chill went down your spine as he looked at you, and you tried your hardest to seem unfazed by his simple confession. “And why?” You pressed: Sherlock looked to the side, as if he was trying to think of a polite explanation.

“They killed Lee Minseok. I was just doing what was right.” Sherlock’s voice drops an octave, and his eyes dance across your skin, the feeling of his gaze akin to daggers slicing through you.

The case of Lee Minseok and Park Jeongbeom—you remember the cases when they were popular in both news outlets and your personal police station. Everyone was abuzz with the amount of socialites involved in the scandal, and you could understand the reason. Seeing that half of South Korea’s upper class were involved in the murders made you lose your faith in humanity a bit more.

How was Sherlock involved with this case?

You don’t answer Sherlock’s reply, flipping through the pages absentmindedly as you glance at things like his name, age, birthday, and living history—weirdly enough, most of the boxes are blank, and you stare down at the small note at the bottom, eyebrows creasing together as you glance over it.

Note: The suspect is afraid of the dark, and abnormally so.

Abnormally so? What did that mean? Why was he even afraid?

“That case was closed months ago. Why…how are you even associated with the case?” Pressing the question, you cross your arms, watching Sherlock’s eyes darken as he tilts his head to the side, lips curving into that unsettling smirk that he wore as you entered the room.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” His voice is detached, as if his mind is somewhere else, and you stop suddenly, the pieces falling into place.

The lack of his name and living history should have been an obvious nod to your realization, but the revelation had finally just hit you. Sherlock was quiet when you asked him questions about his name, age, or backstory, and he tended to ramble about it just a bit too much when you asked him, as if he was making things up as he was talking. You thought that was just how he functioned, but once you finally pressed on topics that he seemed hesitant to expound upon, and he got in this state, you realized why he acted the way he acted.

He wasn’t really an investigator. He had no idea what he was talking about—better yet, who he was talking about.

He wasn’t Sherlock Oh.

“What’s your real name?” You question, and Sherlock pauses, lips parted mid-sentence as his eyes darken even more. His eyelashes brush against his lamplit cheeks as he looks at you with murderous intent, and he leans back, head up in a cocky fashion as he laughs.

“Sherlock Oh. It’s right there on the paper, is it not?” He turns his head to the side like a scolding parent, and you glare at him, surprisingly unaffected by the little jab he made at your personal technique.

“I know you and I both know that’s not your real name.” His smile dropped at your words, and he tensed up, shoulders square as he fell quiet. The room was warm now, the tension between both you and him heating the space up. The familiar feeling of deja vu pricked your skin, and you looked at him with intent, waiting for an answer. “So, what’s your real name?”

“Lee Seokmin.”

That shattered your world even more. No wonder he looked so familiar to you. Now the pang of remembrance you felt when seeing his face and hearing his voice made so much more sense.

Lee Seokmin—your high school classmate and ex-boyfriend.

You buried the feelings you had related to this case deep inside you, especially since you were the main investigator of the crime. Due to your close relations with Minseok, you had to distance your personal life when taking charge of the case. You had forgotten about Seokmin if you were completely honest—everything changed when Minseok died. Even if it had only been about two months since you had seen him, so much was different in Seokmin that you genuinely thought years had passed between you.

It had been two months and you didn’t even recognize Seokmin anymore.

Maybe that’s what killing did to a person—change them beyond recognition.

Tears were welling up in your eyes now, and you had to sigh, turning away to grab a hold of your emotions as you returned to face Seokmin again. His face was unreadable, and he sat there with a straight face, eyes unfocused as he stared down at his handcuffs.

“Why’d you do it?” You asked again. You’re sure you hear your voice shake, but you ignore it and wait for Seokmin’s response.

“For him. And for you.” Seokmin’s voice was flat, devoid of emotion, and you knew exactly what he was talking about: Minseok, his harmless, sweet little brother, and you, of all people, the woman who supposedly hurt him.

The room was quiet, filled with the heaviness of the topic and the small sniffles currently erupting from you. Your eyes were red, and the small amount of mascara you did put on was now probably streaking and running down your flushed cheeks. You were angry, scared, and disappointed in Seokmin, but what were you to do? Cry to him and tell him how much he messed up? Plead your higher-ups to have mercy on the sweet man you once knew?

Broken beyond belief, you gather your things and spare the man one last glance before making your way out of the suffocating questioning room, breaking down once and for all as your knees hit the cold, tiled floor.

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seventeen 'spill the feels' ver. 1 feel new layouts (maknae line) ✰

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omg a jeonghan live!!!!!!!!! (i'm crying w a box of tissues next to me)

oh my god i'm gonna cry.........it's so funny because i got into my jeonghan era like a month before he had to leave. i'm going to miss you pookie please come back well and safe :/ (also the pretty jeonghan hair = gone)

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this changed my life forever as a dokyeom stan

[⚾] where seokmin can't wait for his son to grow up and play baseball with him.

"papapapa." it was already the sixth or seventh time you heard your baby babbling that word, the small voice echoing in the room. it was late afternoon, and you were sitting on the couch, watching your child play with the toys scattered on the soft carpet. but something seemed to be missing. the baby's curious eyes wandered around the room, searching for something or someone. you knew perfectly well what—or rather, who—he was looking for. seokmin, your husband, loved to practice baseball on his days off, and that day, he was taking longer than usual to return home.

the baby began to get restless with the absence of his dad, making faces and emitting small sounds in an attempt to get attention. his big, curious eyes explored the environment while he babbled once again: "papapa." this time, there was a confused expression on his little face, as if he was trying to understand why dad wasn't there.

you watched as he crawled to the bedroom where seokmin usually told stories before bed, but upon arriving there, he found the space empty. a gentle ache filled your chest as you saw the little one so distressed, and you followed him into the room.

"my love, appa isn't here," you murmured, picking him up and feeling the tenderness of the moment. it was impressive how, even so small, he already showed so much affection and longing for his dad.

determined to cheer up your child, you went to the closet and carefully took out the tiny jersey that seokmin had kept with so much love. it was a dodgers shirt with the number 17 on the back, along with an mlb cap from new era, also from the dodgers. items that seokmin had bought excitedly while you were still pregnant, eager for the future.

with the baby in your arms, you dressed him in the jersey, which was still a bit big, and adjusted the cap, which was also too large for his little head. seeing him dressed like this, a miniature version of seokmin, you couldn't help but smile. the baby watched you curiously, a smile lighting up his face as if he understood what was about to happen.

"shall we go see appa?" you asked, knowing that while he might not understand all the words yet, "appa" was one he knew well. the answer came in the form of a joyful giggle.

you grabbed the diaper bag and walked leisurely to the field where seokmin usually trained. the air was fresh, and your child observed the colors and sounds along the way, his eyes shining with fascination.

upon arriving at the field, you spotted seokmin running around the bases, fully focused on the practice. his teammates were also busy, each in their position. still holding the baby, you stopped near the fence and watched seokmin for a moment. he seemed so at ease there, playing baseball, as if he were performing on stage, and you felt a wave of pride for him.

one of seokmin's friends noticed your presence and waved, catching his attention. "seokmin, look who's here!" he shouted, pointing in your direction.

seokmin stopped and turned immediately, a smile already forming before he even saw you. when he finally realized it was you and your child, his eyes sparkled with joy. he dropped the baseball glove on the ground and ran towards you, his heart racing with happiness. the baby laughed with excitement in your arms, recognizing the familiar figure quickly approaching.

"look at this outfit!" seokmin exclaimed when he got close, laughing as he took the baby in his arms. "you're dressed just like appa."

the baby held seokmin's face with his tiny hands, still laughing with joy at seeing his dad. seokmin lifted him in the air and brought him close, kissing his cheek with affection.

"sorry for showing up without warning," you said, smiling as you watched the scene, "but he kept calling for you all afternoon. i thought bringing him here would cheer him up."

"are you serious?" seokmin asked, surprised, a huge smile on his face. "he was calling for me?"

you nodded, caressing his face. seokmin leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss. "were you waiting for appa?" he asked the baby, who laughed at recognizing the word.

"i told you…" you laughed, amused.

seokmin turned to his friends, proudly showing off his son. "look who came to beat you all!" he said loudly, with pride.

"i can't wait for him to grow up and come play with me," he confessed to you, his gaze still fixed on the baby.

you laughed, crossing your arms and pretending to be worried. "oh? and who’s going to take care of me when you two are out on the field? am i going to be left alone at home?"

"it's not like that, love, i just…" he tried to explain, but you interrupted him with a gentle kiss, and he smiled, feeling his heart warm.

the two of you smiled, and you watched the man you loved hold your son with such care.

you and the little one sat on the small bleachers, now more relaxed, still fascinated by the environment and by the presence of his dad. you adjusted his cap and positioned him on your lap so he could see seokmin in action on the field.

seokmin focused on the game, but not before blowing kisses to his son, who laughed at the sight. you laughed along, charmed by the scene.

the game continued for a while longer until the baby finally began to get sleepy, perhaps lulled by the rhythm of the game or by the comfort of being close to his dad. when the game ended, seokmin waved at you, and you had the baby relaxed in your arms.

he ran towards you, still smiling, his face sweaty. gently, he took the baby, who was already fast asleep, and slung the diaper bag over his shoulder.

"he was exhausted from looking for you earlier," you said softly, as you watched seokmin adjust the baby in his arms. "but now that he's seen you, he's at peace."

seokmin smiled, looking at the baby sleeping so soundly. "thank you for bringing him here. i had no idea how much i missed you both while i was training."

you started walking back home, taking your time. seokmin held the bag in one hand and kept the baby secure against his chest with the other. you, in turn, carried seokmin's glove with the baseball inside.

"i'm not sure how i feel about having another baseball player in the house," you teased, tossing the ball in the air. "he seems to have taken a liking to being on the field."

seokmin chuckled softly, his eyes shining with happiness. "i admit, i can't wait to see him running around the field, with the same passion i have," he said, looking at you lovingly. "but we can fix that."

"how?" you asked, curious.

he stopped walking for a moment and, still holding the baby, pulled you closer, intertwining his fingers with yours. "we can have another one…"

you smiled, feeling the warmth of his hand in yours, and continued walking together along the quiet street. in the silence of the night, the sound of your footsteps mingled with the baby's soft snores. "i love you, seokmin," you said, squeezing his hand.

"i love you too, y/n. thank you for today."

[hyperdramas]

amore miu aiutami | lee seokmin

Waking up in Milan, Italy, was something you still had a hard time believing: Seokmin had made a way for you to come to his fashion week in Milan against all odds, and it was still a fever dream for you to look outside and see vineyards and winding dirt roads stretching for miles out. Tossing in your bed a bit more, your face was squished against the silk pillows, basking in the comfort of the heavy sheet before heeled footsteps brought you out of your turmoil.

A hand flew to your head, dusting the extra strands of hair from your eyes as the hand began to trace your features, slender fingers dancing across your dewy skin as a sigh caused you to open your tired eyes.

Seokmin's eyes greeted yours for the first time this morning, and you swore you were in a dream when he smiled: his skin was tanned and clear, and the foundation only added to his beautiful natural skin tone. His deep brown eyes were highlighted by a small gradient of shocking highlighter and darker eyeshadow under his eyes, making them seem clear and sparkly, and his soft pink lipstick made you want to kiss him more than you were probably allowed.

"Seokmin..." You trailed off, voice still groggy from just now waking up. You wanted to say so much to him at this moment, but staff members were busy in the other room, and you couldn't risk getting you or Seokmin scolded for loving on each other when he had an event to go to in an hour. It was a miracle Seokmin got the staff to let you go with him to Milan, and share the same room with him. You weren't about to mess that all up just to kiss your boyfriend and tell him how good he looks.

"Shh, just go back to sleep. I'll be back later, and then we can talk all you want." His smile was just as sweet as it looked when he was barefaced, and you couldn't seem to understand how he looked so soft and humble, even with the sharp makeup and expensive velvet suit that made you feel like a commoner compared to a prince. 

Stretching, you reached for Seokmin anyways, hands up in the air as you grabbed for him. He chuckled, obviously finding you amusing before he grabs your arms, bringing them down to your side as he plants a quick, chaste kiss to your cheek, glancing back at the staff currently cleaning up the bathroom of hair and makeup products as he smiles.

"You are just too cute in the morning. I hate to leave you here." Seokmin's face practically glows as the Italian morning sun dances across his skin, and you look up at him, starstruck as if you've been visited by an angel. "You look so pretty."

He smiles at your words, cheeks turning red even with all the foundation he has on. Seokmin just shakes his head, bringing your fingertips to his painted lips as he kisses them, soft lips sending butterflies straight to your stomach. His red hair is slightly curled, falling into his face strategically as you push a curl from his eyes, earning a dreamy sigh from Seokmin as he locks eyes with you. "I want to kiss you."

"So do I, Min." You stare up at him with lovestruck eyes, head over heels as your gaze trails over his familiar features. You've memorized every part of his face, from how his eyes disappear into pretty slits when he smiles, to the slope of his nose, and the pretty shape of his lips when he smiles. Sure, you could think about him all you want, but it was nothing like having him here in front of you, tangible as your fingertips snaked up his neck and traced the shell of his ear, bringing a shaky breath from Seokmin as he smiled.

"Please kiss me." Seokmin never demands anything from you, but the slight whisper in his voice is telling you that he needs this, just as much as you do, and you can't help but agree. Nodding, you bring your hand to the back of his head, fingers trailing through his curls as you lock eyes with him and softly push his head down to yours, lips finally brushing his in an act of love as the two of you close your eyes.

You take mental screenshots of this moment, remembering everything from the way Seokmin breathes against your lips to the way his nose presses against yours, tickling it. You remember the way he smells, light cologne melting in the space you share as you kiss him again, silence filling your bedroom as the two of you pull away, breathless and confused from kissing each other for so long. Seokmin's lipstick was still intact, which you were grateful for, but you could see the stained pink on your lips, causing you to laugh as Seokmin used his thumb to wipe it off for you.

"I'm sorry. I got carried away," He apologizes, even if it was your fault for laying down and holding him at such an awkward angle. Laughing, you finally sit up, still a bit dizzy from the kissing as you shake your head.

"Seokmin, don't apologize. It was my fault for holding you at such an uncomfortable angle." Now extremely shy from kissing Seokmin, you pull the blanket over your warm body, looking out of the window as a soft breeze comes and runs through your hair. Seokmin watches you with sweet eyes, smiling at you as he looks down at his phone on the bedside table, glancing up at you before a knock at the door disturbs your moment with each other. Sighing, Seokmin stands up, grabbing his phone as he looks at you.

"Well, that's my cue to get going. I love you." Seokmin squats down to kiss you yet again, smiling against your lips as he pulls the blankets back over you. "Get some more sleep. We'll eat dinner together when I come back."

Nodding, you kiss his pinky finger, dusting the curls from his eyes once more as you fix his suit's collar, brushing it off as you pat his chest. "Good luck, Seok. I'll be cheering you on from bed." Smiling, Seokmin nods, standing up as he gives you one last kiss on the forehead.

"I feel your love already." 

Smiling one more time, Seokmin leaves the condo, the quietness of the small apartment teasing you as you continue to look out of the window, admiring the rising sun as you think back to the kisses you and Seokmin shared moments earlier. You'd miss him badly─you always did when he went to long fashion shows and events without you─but with memories like that, you had hope that you'd make it through the day without him.

Plus, you'd see him again soon. You'd just have to wait it out.

2023 bally dk is an aesthetic that needs to be created (i'll make it if no one else will)....anyways this is another repost of another oneshot i've written before!! i promise i'll give you some fresh content soon...i just have to get in the mood to write *sobs and cries*

[hyperdramas]

doodle | lee chan (first one-shot??)

The boring college class had finally come to an end, not that you were paying attention in the first place⎯your head was stuck deep in your sketchbook, glancing up at your subject as you continued to etch little marks onto the smooth white paper.

Dino, better known as Chan by his close friends, leaned on one of his friend's desks, laughing at something he had said before running a hand through his blonde hair. His cheeky smile brought a smile to your face as you glanced up at him, trying to catch the likeness of his smile before going back to shade his tousled blonde hair. The silver earrings he had on caught the sunlight in a perfect way, bouncing off of his ears and touching his slender, neat fingertips. 

You were an artist (an amateur one, of course), and you tended to draw things that you liked, whether that be cats, landscapes, your friends, or your campus crush⎯the latter being who you were sketching now, Dino.

Dino was one of the most popular boys on your campus⎯all the girls wanted to be with him, and all the boys wanted to be like him: he had all the traits people liked⎯he was funny, smart, talented when it came to dancing and singing, and very cute. He had three offers for upscale dance companies waiting for him, and he had gotten into the school you were in now due to a scholarship he had recieved for his talent when participating in a dance competition. Everyone loved Dino, and you were apart of that crowd. You had been ever since you laid your eyes on him in the front of you in history class.

The crowd of students that surrounded you started to pack up to leave the classroom, and you were too absorbed in your forming art piece to take the hint too, still busy sketching in your sketchbook as the door open and closed time after time.

You were now on his eyelashes, doing them without a reference as you had stared at Dino's eyes way too many times to remember. You remembered everything aout them, from the way they filtered the sun into his dark brown eyes to how his eyelashes tended to brush his cheeks when he blinked slowly enough.

"Are you doodling?" A familiar voice shocked you out of your sketching reverie, and you shot up to see Dino's grinning face peering down at your open sketchbook, sending a wave of panic through your body as you slammed it shut. 

"Doodling⎯me? No!" You smile awkwardly, face heating up a mile a minute as you pack your things up quickly, hoping to dip before Dino can ask anymore questions. "Hey, hey wait⎯I don't think doodling is a bad thing! I think you have talent, being able to draw like that without overthinking it." Dino's voice was sweet and encouraging, and you paused, nodding slightly even though you were still very embarassed and caught off-guard.

"Can I look at what you were sketching? It looked really good." Dino smiled as he stared down at your hand shielding the black sketchbook, and you hesitated, trying to think of an excuse to say no. His brown eyes stared at yours so intently you couldn't bring yourself to say no, and you slid it to him nervously, watching his handsome face spread into a smile as he opened the cover.

"Woah....wait⎯is that me?" He asked, pointing down to the page you were working on. His cheeks were warm with a shade of deep red staining them, and you nodded awkwardly, noticing how his eyes slightly widened as he took the sketch in.

"That's actually so good. It looks just like me." Dino whispers, obviously in shock⎯you're reeling now, head swimming with the fact that your campus crush and sketch muse complimented the drawing you made of him.

"Well⎯um⎯thank you! I tried to get your likeness as best as I could," You laughed nervously, palms unusually sweaty as you recieved your mechanical pencil and sketchbook back. Dino cleared his throat, helping you lift of your stack of books as he turned an even deeper shade of red. "No one's ever drawn me before." He says, and you giggle nervously, noticing the awe in his voice.

"You're a really good muse. Everything about you is just...." You trail off, noticing how much you're talking. Dino's eyes are glued to yours as you two walk through the halls, an awkward silence between you once you pause. You almost just called Dino handsome to his face⎯that would have made you die of embarassment.

"Just what?" Dino pressed, and you sighed, clearing your now weak throat as you finished. "Really pretty."

Wow, it was even worse than you expcted⎯not only did you start a sentence you didn't want to finish, and compliment him awkardly, but you called him pretty instead of handsome like you were planning to do. Dino just chuckled though, eyes squinting in that familliar way you had sketched many times before.

"Thank you. You're really pretty too." Dino's voice fell quiet after he finished his sentence, and your face and neck started to heat up as you paused at the college's front door, prepared to leave.

"Oh, um⎯thank you for helping me with my books, by the way." You smiled at Dino as you turned to face him awkardly, and he just shook his head, hand on his neck as he rubbed it shyly. His eyes glanced down at the floor before he met your eyes again, and he smiled, clearing his throat before he stuck his hands in his jeans' pockets. 

"Would you maybe...would you like to go out with me one day this week? Maybe on Friday⎯we could watch a movie at the theater or something." Dino's voice was shaky, and you nearly dropped your books on your feet, nodding faster than you would have liked as you breathed out a surprised, "Yes, I'd love to."

"Okay, great, uh⎯I'll get your number tomorrow since your hands are currently really fully with books." Dino laughed, and you nodded, giving him a quick goodbye and smile and you plowed your way through the front door, nearly giggling with happiness as you sprinted down the pathway, wind slapping your face as you smiled against the warm sun beaming down on you.

Who knew a date with your campus crush could come from a silly little doodle in your sketchbook?

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