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hey lyr….. it’s me again… 😭 hope you are doing well. in all honesty i had the worst day at work today and my eyes are puffy and hurt so much from crying. i have been rereading some of your pieces with seokmin that bring comfort to me and while i was here on your blog i just wanted to express my gratitude for you and your writing because it’s really helping me calm down and feel somewhat okay again. thank you <3

oh my god stop ☹ i'm so sorry you had a bad day at work :( you're an amazing person i know you don't deserve that. bad days are awful, but there's always another day to try again and have a better one 🤍

i write for many things, but things like this—like bad days and moments of tears—are what i want to heal with my silly little fics. that's what i write for. I'm so glad they're being used for that purpose 😭 i hope you feel better soon, and i'm always here if you ever need to vent or just have someone to chat with.

never be afraid to jump in my ask box, whether it's for requests or comfort! i love hearing from you🙏 i'm always here to help my lyrnation ☹🪄 sleep well, drink some water, and do something you love! try again tomorrow sport :>

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mosquito | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: non-idol au, boyfriend!seokmin, fluff, established relationship, clingy seokmin, pet names (reader uses 'sweetheart' and seokmin uses 'baby' & 'love'), lyr in her soft seokmin hours

now playing: mosquito, pinkpantheress

As you scanned the shelves for a jar of tomato sauce, your phone rang in your pocket, vibrating against your body. Picking it up, you sighed when you saw the name on the screen, answered it, and brought the phone to your ear as you sighed. "Seokmin."

Your boyfriend was known for his clingy nature—all of his friends and your friends knew about his attachment to you, and teased him for it. You couldn't go very far or long without him texting or calling you to ensure you were okay; you thought it was adorable, but in some situations (like this one) it was slightly exasperating.

"I miss you, love. When are you coming home? Where are you?" Seokmin's voice had a pout to it, and you could imagine his face from your spot in the sauce aisle—brown eyes wide with his soft lips jutted out like a child having a tantrum.

"Sweetheart, I'm on my way. I'm shopping for dinner tomorrow and picking up some extra groceries. Just a few more things on my list and I'm done." You reassure him, voice calm as a sigh tumbles through the phone's speakers.

"Please hurry up. Please—I want to see you. It's been almost all day since we've talked face to face," Seokmin wasn't lying either, and your heart clenched at his words: your workplace was busy today, and you didn't get time to call him on your lunch break like usual. It's been hours since you've heard his voice, and now he's calling you every forty-five minutes because of the simple fact.

"I'll hurry up, Seokkie, I promise." You smile, and Seokmin falls silent for a few seconds, humming in response as you start to push the cart and hang up on him.

"No—please don't hang up on me," Seokmin's rich voice is now high-pitched and whiny, and you sigh, tempted to rub your temples as you go to the location of the last item on your list.

"I'll stay with you on the phone, okay? Just don't hang up on me. I want to hear your voice, baby." Seokmin's in his whiny mode, but you sigh nevertheless, agreeing as Seokmin now has a smile in his voice. "Tell me how your day has been."

Listening to Seokmin's words like he's the mature one here, you tell him about your day, detailing everything that went on from beginning to end. Seokmin listened intently, adding comments when he wanted to and complimenting you for how you handled certain situations.

"Well, I've got to check out our groceries now," You sigh, pulling your cart into a checkout aisle. "Do you really have to go now, though?" Seokmin was still persistent—it didn't even really annoy you anymore, you were just so surprised he missed you this bad.

"Seokmin, yes, I do. Call me in five minutes, okay? I'll answer," you promise him. Seokmin falls quiet on the other side of the phone, obviously thinking about the promise you just made to him.

"You better answer. I'm serious." Seokmin's voice is devoid of emotion, highlighting his seriousness. You smile and say goodbye, but it takes about ten extra minutes because Seokmin insists on using every pet name in the book before finally telling you he loves you. Once the call ends, you sigh and begin to quietly unload the cart.

After you finish paying for the goods and take them to the car, your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you pick it up, unsurprised that he was there and waiting for you.

"You're a diligent boyfriend, aren't you?" You chuckle, bundled up as you stuff yourself in three jackets and walk to school with a wet nose and awful cough.

"The very best," Seokmin's voice is soft and sweet, and you giggle at his words, finishing your load up as you crank on the engine and start heading out. "I'm on my way home. I'm gonna see you soon," You smile, and Seokmin cheers on the other side of the phone, obviously ready to see you as his voice raises in pitch.

"I can't wait to have you back in my arms, love. I'll leave you alone while driving, okay? Drive well." Seokmin's goodbye makes your heart flutter, and you speed down the street, ready to give yourself to a selfless boyfriend like he was.

You felt on cloud nine when Seokmin hung up, and you sped down the road even faster, ready to soothe all of your sweet boyfriend's clingy worries and concerns.

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backyard boy | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: non-idol au, next-door neighbor au, flirty!seokmin, flirting (in general), mutual attraction, friends to ???, mailbox meet-cute, reader is head over heels over seokmin, seokmin asks reader on a date, moral of this fic: lyr misses the summertime

now playing: backyard boy, claire rosinkranz

Watering your flowerbed was exceptionally hard when your hot neighbor-slash-good friend was in a tight black tank top on a scalding summer day.

Lee Seokmin was handsome—you wouldn't lie to yourself about it. Not just his appearance was hot either: all of him was attractive in some way, whether it be his jovial, sweet personality, or warm disposition. He was just a powerhouse to be around.

He was standing by the mailbox, shuffling through letters with a stiff expression as he looked down at them. Seokmin's build was changing, you thought to yourself, as you could see his muscles and pecs straining through the fabric. It wasn't like that before, and you know this because you committed all of him to memory—he was on your mind just that much.

And now he's looking at you. Great.

Smile and wave, you whisper to yourself to remind your stationary body to move. You do as you say, giving Seokmin a small smile and waving of the hand as he smiles back, flashing his teeth as his brown hair shuffles in the wind. His eyes are that rich dark brown, and they meet yours as he approaches your yard.

Act cool, act cool, you repeat, hands growing sweaty as you stop pouring water on your probably now drowning daisies.

"Good morning," Seokmin's polite voice is deeper than you remember, but you smile anyway, replying with a cheery "Good morning!"

"You look really pretty today. That outfit pairing is a nice look on you." Seokmin's voice is sweet with a hint of flirtiness behind it, and you pick up on the hint, cheeks growing red as you mutter out a thank you.

Trying to change the subject and save your already-deteriorating facade, you gesture to Seokmin's yard, eyes scanning the bright green grass.

"Have you mowed it lately? It looks nice and clean-cut," You shyly compliment. Seokmin chuckles, nodding as he glances back at it. "Yeah, I did, actually—Friday morning. Took me a while, so I'm glad someone noticed."

The two of you laugh, dead air filling between you two as you stare at each other for a bit too long before Seokmin changes subjects for you, saving you from awkward silence and imminent destruction.

"So, any plans for today?" Seokmin's pretty fingers straighten the stack of mail in his hand, and your eyes dip from his face to the chain and necklace around his neck you haven't noticed before until now of all times when you're too focused to speak without stammering to worry about his new chain that's twinkling on his neck.

"I—oh, um, no. Probably just chilling at home, getting some much-needed work done. What about you? You glance up at him, and Seokmin meets your gaze, smiling proudly as he shakes his head. "Yeah, what you said sounds about right."

You laugh at Seokmin's light expression, and he chuckles back, dark eyes scanning your face as his lips curve into a pretty smirk. "Your smile could light up the world. It's so bright and pretty."

If you were a person who didn't know him well, you would think he was flirting with you—Seokmin was just a flirty person altogether and complimented people so much that most thought he was just flirty. That doesn't mean you still didn't get giddy at the thought of him calling your smile 'bright and pretty'.

"Yours too." You reply back, blush evident now as you quickly add, "Also—you've been working out again, right? I could tell when you walked over here—you look...you look really good Seokmin."

You couldn't believe the words coming out of your mouth at the moment, but before you wanted to stop them and do a double take, it was already too late—you had said Seokmin's body looked really good, and stammered while doing so.

Seokmin, on the other hand, was on top of the world—the smile that came on his handsome features was enough to rival the summer sun itself, and he nodded, wetting his lips as he spoke. "I have, actually: I'm trying out a new diet."

"Well, it's working!" You smile cheerfully, offering two awkward thumbs-up as Seokmin chuckles, eyeing you again quietly as you look away.

"Since you're free today, would you maybe like to go for lunch later? There's this new taco place down the street and I've wanted to try it for a while." Seokmin offers, looking you up and down slowly as he smiles gently.

Did you feel like eating tacos? No, not really. Were you going to because Seokmin asked you to try them with him? Yes, of course.

"I—yes! Yes, I'd love to." You agree, and Seokmin nods, glancing down at his phone. "11:30 good? I'll drive you there."

You're so filled with excitement that you feel like you could fly away.

"Yeah, yeah, that's good." You confirm, and Seokmin nods, eyes on yours. You don't look away, holding eye contact with him shyly as you two stand in silence for a while before you snap out of it, laughing nervously.

"Well, I'll see you in a few hours, Seokmin," you say coolly, surprising yourself at your composure. Seokmin nods and gives you a brief wave as he jogs back to his house. He walks up the steps and pauses at the door, offering you one last smile before disappearing inside.

Before you know it, your heart melts, your flowers drown, and you're floating on air.

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this man | yoon jeonghan

pairing: yoon jeonghan x reader

warnings: non-idol au, horror au, mystery, hints of slowburn??, deity!jeonghan (consider this lyr's late late LATE halloween special), even if jeonghan is an evil deity he is still a jokester, mentions of nightmares & horror-related things, based off of the 'this man' album and some analog horror elements, jeonghan's kinda awful in this, reader does not give two craps about jeonghan trying to drive her crazy, silly arguments ensue

now playing: this man, jxw & solitariat, oliver buckland

word count: a little over 1k (thank you @slytherinshua)

Jeonghan couldn't understand why he couldn't get into your head.

That's what he did best—he picked an innocent human, tainted by struggle, hurt, and the ways of everyday life, laying them down to sleep before he ruined their life in the most fun way he possibly could. Yes, it was evil, and yes, it was awful to the unsuspecting person he would choose, but what was Jeonghan supposed to do about it?

Beggars can't be choosers, can they?

It irked him though: you were unaffected by everything he did. Even when he caught you in a vulnerable position, sleeping soundly in your bed late at night, he couldn't seem to break through. There was a little something there—something in your mind that kept you safe and sound.

Jeonghan wanted to break it. He wanted to break you.

He sat quietly in the corner of your room, glaring over at the lamp in currently still on the highest setting. Jeonghan wasn't a big fan of light, as he was used to being in the dark (that's where all the good stuff happened), but if he had to blend in, the light wouldn't hurt him that badly.

He didn't have to blend in though, and therefore it hurt him.

Your dream played out as a movie in front of Jeonghan—he could see it all, from the parts that made little to no sense to the scenes that had real-life connections to your day, which amused Jeonghan. You had a mix of both realistic and nonsensical dreams, which gave him the perfect opportunity to slip in when the line became blurry.

There it was—the same scene he always got so close to getting into: you were sitting on a dusty old couch in a dingy room, television too bright as a man sat across from you.

The man had a crooked smirk on his face, and he offered you something every time, to which you would always say no—also making Jeonghan lose his chance to slip in and get you at your weakest point.

He looked eerily similar to Jeonghan too, with the same teasing gaze and sharp, delicate features that Jeonghan had familiarized himself with many times before.

The man said his repeated line, and you looked at him with your sparkling eyes, listening to his every word. Jeonghan stood over you now, ready to touch his cold fingertips to your cheek and take you away to his dimension. He smirked at your resting figure, taking joy in the fact you wouldn't know what had hit you.

And then, you said no, and woke up suddenly—shattering Jeonghan's plan altogether.

You weren't supposed to see him; no one was ever supposed to see the man—This Man—with their own eyes. It was an urban legend, one that Jeonghan got pleasure from seeing humans believe and converse over.

And now, that was all ruined because you woke up without giving Jeonghan a warning sign like a polite victim would.

"What are you doing in my house?" You asked—your voice was raised, and your hair was standing up on your arms, but you couldn't seem to feel fear in that moment. You were too in shock to scream or cry, and Jeonghan could feel your heart slowing down in your chest as you sat up under your sheets.

"Well, I was going to put you into a deep and ruin your life with a tap of my fingers, but you put an end to that so—congratulations," Jeonghan said sarcastically, stepping away from the side of your bed as his heels hit the floor.

You observed him as he sauntered back to your desk chair, sinking into its embrace with an air of relaxed confidence. He leaned back, the chair creaking softly under his weight, while his leg swung rhythmically, a casual pendulum of energy. His soft, black hair cascaded around his shoulders, creating a dark halo that framed his striking features, drawing attention to his sharp, intense eyes that seemed to hold a world of emotions. Jeonghan's skin, a ghostly pale, shimmered like porcelain, exuding an almost ethereal beauty that made him seem both fragile and alluring—like a delicate doll waiting to be admired and touched.

He was strikingly beautiful, resembling a premonition that filled you with more excitement than fear.

"Instead of gaping at me like you've seen a ghost, you could say sorry," Jeonghan replies simply, shocking you out of your stupor as you scoff just seconds later.

"Say sorry? You're a man who's in my bedroom at midnight standing over me and watching me sleep—why would I be the one to apologize here?" You ask with an accusatory tone, and Jeonghan laughs, voice melodic and teasing as he leans forward in his chair, eyeing you down.

"Oh, I think I'm going to like you." Jeonghan smiles, teeth blindingly white as you pull your blankets over you, suddenly feeling exposed.

"You're..." You trail off, and Jeonghan nods, face proud as if he's read your mind and is more than happy to make himself known to you.

"Yes, I'm the Man they keep talking about. You can admire me, I don't mind it." Jeonghan's voice is lifted as he looks up at you through his long eyelashes, and you slowly get out of bed, still wary of what you're seeing as Jeonghan sighs.

"There's no need to be all suspicious of me—I am who I say I am," Jeonghan states, and he smiles at you, taking note of your wide eyes.

"Why are you here? At my house?" You ask another question, and Jeonghan sighs as if he's answering a question you've asked him for the umpteenth time.

"I wanted to get you next. But obviously, you had different plans." Jeonghan scoffs, and you stare back at him, still confused. "Get me?"

"I was going to go into your head while you sleep, interfere in your dream in some way, and then ruin your life and or drive you insane." Jeonghan giggles lightheartedly, standing up from his chair as he walks towards you. His strides are long and relaxed, heels resounding through your room as his eyes land on you.

"You're too strong though. I can't get in." Jeonghan's voice drops down to a bone-chilling whisper, and you flush, averting your eyes as he pulls away.

"You intrigue me, and I plan to learn about you more and more as time goes on. I want what you have." Jeonghan's eyes burn through your skin, but you suddenly don't mind it.

Jeonghan—The Man—intrigues you too, and you plan to know more about him as well.

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i'm going to quote this line for the rest of my life

Genuinely why did he pose like that I’m crying he’s so sweetie lovely cutie

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this was literally so sweet and fluffy oh my god........i miss jeonghan so bad.

#1: “ 'bout you.” — YJH

⸝⸝୭ ˚. fluff . est. relation . crack

⋆ pairings : jeonghan x gn!reader ⋆ warning : firecrackers, reader is betrayed (in a game) ⋆ wc : 0.7k [✉️] · A warm summer night by the beach, sounds like a dream? Well, it's not when Jeonghan sneaks his way out of a game without you.

⋆ note — bout you. THIS SONG NEEDS TO BE INJECTED IN MY VEINS BECAUSE OH MY GOD. I need to smooch uji and bumzu 😍😍 | #1 fic of the series of "songs into fics" !!

♪ Now Playing : 'bout you by SEVENTEEN

“Now?”

For what felt like the tenth time, you asked, causing everyone to make noises of disappointment.

“Come on! Just one more round left!” Dokyeom exclaimed, handing you the dice.

“Exactly, your man isn't running away anywhere.” Seungkwan added, covering his face as he said that.

By your man, he means Jeonghan.

The members had planned to visit a well-known place that is famous for its beautiful view at night time. From what they said, it should've been a visit, but the place was too breathtaking to just visit. So, there they were, spending the night in a cabin near the beach.

And if Jeonghan and the others hadn't basically begged, you wouldn't be here right now.

“Just let me go already, please~” you whined, throwing the dice back at Dokyeom, to which he frowned.

“Please, please, pleaseee!! None of the others are willing to play! Not even Suyeon and Soonyoung! It's just the four of us.” Chan pouted, joining his hands together.

Soonyoung, Suyeon—his girlfriend, had sheepishly made their way out of this game; and so did the other members. Joshua, Seungcheol, Mingyu, and even Jeonghan.

If only you had known that Jeonghan would betray you like this, he'd be running for his life right now. But, what's more important is the fact that you can't even sneak your way out of the game like others.

“I was forced into this by the way!” You sighed, rolled your eyes, and sat down to continue playing. Though annoyed, their laughs and joy at you agreeing to play caused you to smile.

“You're the best!—”

“Guys! Look here!!” Mingyu shouted from outside, causing the four of you to exchange confused looks before Chan eventually walked towards the balcony and slid the door open—revealing a breathtakingly beautiful view as the firecrackers blew up in the sky.

The room filled with squeals and gasps as Seungkwan and Dokyeom stood up from their seats.

“Let's go outside!” Dokyeom chirped, before running off to the door as Seungkwan and Chan soon followed.

“Y/n, come on!!” Chan shouted before he eventually disappeared from view.

“Coming!” You shouted back, but had your eyes fixed to the sky. You stood up and walked towards the balcony, your lips slightly parted, eyes wide with awe.

It was so perfect; different colours and patterns blasting in the sky, all the members bursting with joy on the beach, creating a gorgeous view for your eyes. If only you had your camera, you would take thousands of pictures, capturing this beautiful moment.

“Here,” a voice interrupted you from your thoughts as a person held out a camera, causing you to flinch. You turned your head to take a look at the person, only to sigh and look away.

Immediately frowning, Jeonghan pursed his lips together. “Why did you sigh,”

“I don't know, you tell me.” Your voice was loud and clear.

Jeonghan stepped closer, taking your hand and handing you the camera.

“Come on, don't be mad, I'm sorry…” he whined, swinging your arm back and forth.

“Don't be mad? Literally half of you sneaked out of the game and left me there alone.” You scoffed, definitely not buying his apologies. “Only Shua came to help me out, but he failed.”

Jeonghan wrapped his arms around your side, giggling for no reason, fueling your sulkiness.

“You're cute,”

“What?”

“I said,” Jeonghan kissed your cheek, flashing a grin. “you're so cute.”

You stayed silent, feeling your cheeks heat up in the warm breeze of the gentle summer night.

“Get away, it's hot.” You mumbled, trying to push Jeonghan away, but in vain.

“You're shivering, sweetheart.”

Oh, what a sweet Jeonghan can do to your heart. Considering the contrast of how usually teasy and flirty he is, this can melt you within seconds.

He finally burst into laughter, hands travelling down to your waist as he turned you to face him. Your cheeks puffed, face warm and pinkish—enough to tell him that he had an effect on you.

“Ah,” he sniffled a laugh, bringing his hands up to your cheeks to squish them. “I know you aren't mad, baby.” he pressed a gentle peck to your lips.

“And how do you know that?”

“You didn't stop me from kissing you.” He smiled, taking the camera from your hands.

“I—”

“Now come here,” he said, wrapping one of his arms around your waist and positioning the other one above to click a picture.

“You're doing it wrong!” Just as you reach out to take the camera, Jeonghan presses his soft lips firmly against your cheek, causing you to pause.

*Click*

Just like that, the beautiful view of the warm summer night sky was captured along with the sweetest slice of Jeonghan’s love for you.

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assumptions (act three) | lee seokmin

part: 3 of 3 (part 1 here, and part 2 here)

word count: 1.8k words

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't get your head off of the Major Baseball League pitcher Lee Seokmin.

You had left his house early the next morning, too nervous to face him after the unexpected confession. Even though your heart said yes, your brain said no, and you followed it, going as far away as you could from him and his lavish apartment.

He was so perfect—almost too perfect, in a way. Seokmin had apparently fallen in love with you after only one day of being with you, and you and he both knew how ridiculous the thought was. How could anyone fall in love in just a day? Were all of the feelings you were feeling towards him even real? Could you even call this love?

As you sipped your warm coffee, your heart felt cold, always returning to the thought that kept your mind most occupied— Seokmin's lips on yours.

It would be a lie if you said you didn't miss him, but what could you do? Run back to him and tell him how much you missed him? How sorry you were for doubting him and leaving him alone? What could you do to make it better? Make it seem like you weren't taking him for granted and leaving him all alone—just like how you found him?

Before you knew it, tears were dropping on the napkin under your cup, and you weren't bothered to catch them, silently weeping for the love you had found.

The love you had left.

Seokmin was on the field bright and early today, striking the ball with sharp precision as his coach cheered for him and his accuracy.

It was a funny thing—when Seokmin was angry, he did better in everything than usual, and most people didn't complain if they got a sharp glare or a few curse words from the pitcher, as long as he was doing well.

It bothered Seokmin more, knowing that no one was concerned about how he was doing or how his mental health was.

He was angry—angry because you had gotten up and left without a warning or goodbye. Angry because you had seemingly led him on all this time, hearing him pour out his feelings late into the night and watching him become vulnerable around you, just to disappear into society again without a trace.

Did he mean anything to you? Did you think about him just as much as he thought about you, striking the ball a bit harder every time your sweet laugh echoed through his head? Did you crave his touch just like he did yours, wishing your fingertips were dancing along his skin and threading through his hair?

"Seokmin, hey. I think that's enough batting for today. You look stressed." His PR manager had called his name from the sidelines, and he obliged, throwing his bat to the ground as he stormed off into the dugout below.

"Do you want water or anything? You look—" "No." Seokmin was quick to stop his PR manager's sentence, and she nodded bashfully, giving him a quick rundown of the game later today before she sighed, looking at him once again.

"You may want to go home and clear your head. You'll be getting television interviews today, and I don't want you to have an attitude that they'll read as disrespectful." The female turns on her heel, leaving the dressing room before she stops, turning around to Seokmin once more. "Think about what you do before you do it, Seokmin."

With a quiet shut of the door, Seokmin is left alone to himself, stripping himself of his equipment as he bursts out of the room just seconds later.

His body is warm with anger, and it's bubbling out into his voice and face, eyes unnecessarily sharp and voice hard as he said a quick goodbye to his teammates. Seokmin made his way to his car, hands tense as he gripped the steering wheel. He fell silent, head hitting the wheel bluntly as he groaned.

Where were you when he needed you?

As Seokmin turned on the car and backed out of his parking spot, he thought of you, wondering where you could be.

Even though you and he had just met almost two days ago, there was something magical about you that Seokmin couldn't let go of. You made him feel alive, and it was something so special and so real that he craved more of it. He craved more of you.

His phone burned in his pocket, hand itching to grab it and call your number that he had saved the morning after you spend the night with him. You had told him he could call or text you anytime he needed something, but he wondered if that offer was still in place?

Could Seokmin call you if he needed something—could he call you if that something was you?

Day had turned into night, and you found yourself staring mindlessly at the television. Replays of the baseball game earlier were playing on the screen, and even though you weren't paying attention to the words, Seokmin's face did enough for you.

You couldn't recognize him for a second—even though his face was the same, the smile on his face that he wore didn't reach his eyes, and you could tell. You didn't know if you really knew him like you thought you did, but you were sure that his eyes sparkled when his smile was real.

Or at least they did when he was smiling at you.

Feeling as if you were going to throw up if you stared at the television screen any longer, you stood up, walking to the kitchen as you got a glass of water. Your phone lay untouched on the countertop, and you stared at it as if you were waiting for someone's call.

"Fuck," You sighed, turning away to stare out of the tiny window that overlooked your sink. The sky was pretty tonight, dark space above you littered with pretty stars that twinkled in time with your heart. You had gotten lost in the brightest star above you, watching it with intent as you sipped at your water.

And then, your phone rang.

You scrambled to it faster than you would have liked to admit, and tears welled up in your eyes as you read the name. Seokmin was in italicized letters on the screen, and you rushed to answer it, voice already betraying you as you let out a sob.

"Where—where are you?" Seokmin's voice was hurried, as if he was running somewhere. The cadence of his voice hadn't changed, and you covered your mouth, trying to stifle the sobbing from your lips.

"At home." You answered, and he sighed, the sound of his door being shut as the engine cranked on a few seconds later. "I'm coming home. Send me your address."

The way he said 'home' made it feel like it was a place that belonged to both of you. It made your heart race and your stomach get butterflies, but you did what he said, sending your address as he sighed into the speaker, breath rushing into your ear.

"I'm coming, okay. I'm coming." Seokmin hung up quickly, and you let the phone drop from your ear, tears flowing from your eyes.

You didn't know how to feel anymore—you were scared, angry, relieved, and so many other emotions that you couldn't name. Seokmin made you unsure of everything, and as much as you loved it, you also hated it. Why was he coming to see you? Why did he sound so in a hurry? Did you actually mean that much to him?

You were getting your hopes up, but you could dream, couldn't you?

Seokmin sped down the street, heart racing as the motor of his car sped up. The chilly wind beat his face as his hair tickled his nose, but he couldn't stop the tears from gathering at his eyes.

How did he try to spend his life without you by his side? How did he let you leave him without an explanation like that?

It may be selfish, and it may be stupid, but he needed you. He needed you like he needed water—like he needed air.

Seokmin needed you. He needed you.

As he pulled into the driveway of your small apartment, the desperation got stronger as he sprinted out of his car, nearly pounding the door in as he did the last bit of waiting he hoped he'd ever have to do to you again.

The door opened slowly, and your puffy, wet face met his vision for the first time in what seemed to be lifetimes. His hands went to your waist, and yours to his hair, and before you or him could even say a word or register what you were doing, your lips were on his and he was sobbing into your mouth.

"Please—please don't ever leave me again. I need you." Seokmin's voice was nothing more than a weep now, and he clung to your shirt as if you were a raft, the only sturdy thing in his turbulent sea.

Your tears fell on Seokmin's soft lips, pulling away as you buried your face in his chest. He kissed your forehead softly, hands running up and down your back as he kissed and kissed you, again and again.

"You need me?" You pulled away from his chest, snot running from your nose and your eyes red as he cupped your wet cheek in his large hand, slender fingers wiping the tears away gently as he nodded.

"Yes, of course I do." He answered sweetly, leaning into you as you gripped at his hair again.

"But—but we met in such little time. We only knew each other for a day—how are you sure that you love me? You're not lying to me, are you? Are the feelings you have for me real?" Your eyes are welling up with tears again, but Seokmin catches everyone with a soft kiss, making you smile as he nods.

“Trust me, they’re real. I’m just as surprised and confused as you are, but I know they are real, and they belong to me. You belong to me. Even though we met in a strange situation and only got to know each other a few days ago, I still know that I love you and want you. You can call me crazy, insane, or gullible—call me whatever you like. The longer I am away from you, the more I find that I need you." Seokmin says softly, lips brushing against yours again as you sigh against him.

"Seokmin..." The tears are flowing again, but this time, it's because you're happy.

Happy to know that even if you still felt like it was a dream that was too perfect, it was your reality, with all the imperfections both you and Seokmin had to bring to the table.

The assumptions you made about the superficial relationship you believed you both had changed now, and you felt new, complete with the man that you met that had changed your life in one lonely night.

So much for assumptions.

first miniseries done! i honestly do like the ending, but i feel there was a lot more i could have expounded upon....well, we can always try again next time! anyways, prepare for a regency-era vernon miniseries soon! this miniseries is dedicated to @slytherinshua for being there to hype me up w this one and give me some help & ideas for regency-era vernon 🤍 love you girlie

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dokyeom with a talented cook s/o

warnings: mentions of overreating & being self-conscious about weight, a single the bear reference

now playing: flamingo, kero kero bonito (2020 lyr would have screamed in joy)

— seokmin is a great cook okay he's stated in the most recent allure korea video that he enjoys cooking and can make a mean sotbap

— but he wants to be spoiled by you sometimes

— ESPECIALLY if you can cook well

— he's really shy in the way he asks you to make something for dinner

— but you know he wants something

— he's always hovering around you when you walk into the kitchen for whatever reason, and after a while you just ask "what do you wanna eat dokyeom?" to which he pretends to act surprised about

— loves ANYTHING you cook or bake but has a personal list of requests he usually asks you for

— seokmin loves when you guess what he wants to eat before he tells you

— 9 times out of 10 it's an italian dish since he's still on his italy kick from nana tour

— will try to help you in the best way he can

— seokmin has matching aprons for you and him so whenever one of you is cooking, the other can supervise or watch with a matching apron

— helps you cut anything you need and is literally SO professional w it

— dicing tomatoes and onions like carmy berzatto from the bear

— eats and eats and EATS until he's satisfied (he's a plate cleaner)

— sometimes feels self-conscious about his weight or body and will not eat as much or as fast as he usually does (which you catch onto quickly)

— he's also very wary of overreating and sometimes will not eat at all (which you're very strict about at times because you want him to be healthy)

— you always assure him that he doesn't need to eat much, but also doesn't need to go without food or be hard on himself for enjoying a good meal

— professional at pairing drinks or wine with any meal

— he always gets cheery after that, and you give him a nice bowl of vanilla ice cream to cheer him up

— seokmin is your eager taste tester

— any sauce, broth, noodle, or egg you cook, seokmin is on standby, ready to try & give you feedback on it

— a great detector of missing flavors

— if your dish needs more salt, pepper, soy sauce, sesame oil, or whatever else you added in, seokmin can tell you what you need without hesitation

— always eats your food, whether it's something he's tried before, something he hasn't had, or testing an experiment you had just created

— calls you every fancy name under the sun when you plate your dishes like a professional with the smeared sauce on the plate & perfect seasoning

— literally brags to his friends about how you were a michelin-star chef in your past life

— buys new cookbooks almost every month so he can convince you to cook something out of them

— will pay for the groceries for the meal and EVERYTHING (he will do anything just as long as he gets to eat it)

— values meal time with you, and will always try to make a way for the two of you to have dinner together and at the same time

— seokmin LOVES you, but he also LOVES your cooking <3

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Hi lyr!! I'm currently dk deprived rn and can i request: dk w a 5 star Michelin (def not skz reference) s/o? I JS KNOW HE WOULD ASK FOR PIZZA EVERYDAY anyways feel free to ignore this req ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ

KIE HELP.

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the contacts, silk blue top, and the third gif have me reeling and rethinking my life descisions because what the fuck.

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aftermath (act two) | lee seokmin

part: 2 of 3 (part 1 here) | warnings & playlist are mentioned in part 1

word count: 2.1k words (lord bless)

Seokmin was starting to think he was incredibly drunk on something or finally going insane, but he couldn't stop watching you as you slept on his couch, face pressed into his silky white pillow as drool fell from the side of your pretty, parted lips.

It wasn't like him to wake up early on the weekends, but here he was, sitting in silence with nothing but a pair of sweatpants on as he watched you fast asleep on his couch. He was worried about you overnight, even going as far as to wake up from his own sleep to quietly make his way downstairs and check on you, adjusting the thermostat or covering you up if you were to push your blankets off of you.

Seokmin was caring too much, and he knew it. He cringed at himself as he watched the sun start to peak out from the clouds, basking your sleeping face in a warm glow. Even though you looked like you had fought a ghost in your sleep, your hair was delicately spewed over the pillow, falling in waves down the side of your face.

As the sunlight hit your eyes just right, you squinted them open, taking in your surroundings before you sit up in a jolt, surprised. You had forgotten that you had accidently crashed at MLB's star pitcher Lee Seokmin's million-dollar apartment for the night.

Not mentioning that you didn't actually mean to do it, either.

You slowly scanned the room, too surprised and embarrassed to take in the beautiful view or sleek white that was the pristine living room you were sleeping in.

"Good morning." Seokmin said softly, and you nodded, averting your eyes to the warm, white blanket on top of you. ".....Oh, um—Good morning." You replied back, and Seokmin stood up moments later, cracking his neck without flinching as he made his way to the kitchen.

Your eyes traced over Seokmin's back as he walked, taking note of his broad shoulders, study, muscled arms, and sculpted waist. He really took time to work on himself, and you could see it more and more as you watched him.

"Are you uh—are you gonna stay for breakfast?" Seokmin asked awkwardly, pulling out a pan from a cabinet as he opened the fridge door.

This was so weird—you had (somehow) found your way into a popular celebrity's apartment, and not only was he not being rude to you or making you feel lower than him, but letting you spend the night, sleep on his couch, and offering to make you breakfast. Seokmin wasn't like the other self-centered celebrities you had heard about before—he was down-to-earth, real about what he said and did. It was admirable to you.

You were attracted to that, you wouldn't lie. Lee Seokmin wasn't just a good looking baseball player with raw pitching talent, but an admirable person with a strong and dominant, yet sweet disposition.

"If not, you're free to go. I don't mind." Seokmin had added, and you remembered what he asked you, clearing your throat as you nodded shyly. "No, no—I can....I can stay."

Seokmin let out a quiet sigh of relief, surprising himself in the process. Why? He had a faint idea as to why, but didn't want to say it to himself or even think it to himself. That was the furthest thing away from the truth. There's no way that could be the reason. Right?

After twenty minutes of stiff chatting from you and Seokmin, the food is ready, and you sit on the couch, trying not to gorge yourself on the delicious eggs and bacon lying in front of you. Seokmin watches you as you eat, biting back a smile as he senses you trying to hold back.

"You can eat however, okay? I'm not going to judge you." Seokmin let out a little chuckle, and you looked up at him, deflating a bit as you matched his laugh and you took a bite of egg.

Not only was Lee Seokmin sculpted by the gods, with his sharp features and strong body—but a great facial expression reader.

"I'm sorry if I came off as weird yesterday for asking you stay the night with me. I had no intentions of doing anything..." Seokmin trails off, face betraying him as his cheeks start to warm you. You stare at him, slowly but surely getting the memo as he continues. "Anything that you wouldn't want to do. I just, shit, I—"

"—don't want to be alone." You finish for him, remembering what he had said last night. Seokmin nods once, looking back down at his nearly finished plate. "Yeah...uh, yeah."

You shake your head, looking up from your plate as you meet his gaze. "No, it's okay. You didn't come off weird at all."

"You're a really bad liar." Seokmin jeers playfully, and you can't help but laugh, nodding as you tuck your hair behind your ear. "Ouch."

The table falls quiet again as the scraping of plates can be heard, and you finish your plate, fork down as you look at Seokmin. He's on his phone, frown evident as his eyes scan something. You've never seen him frown before, at least in the time you've known him (that being a singular night), but you could automatically tell you hated it.

"Hey, what's wrong?" You ask, and Seokmin looks up at you, eyes hard as he doesn't say anything for a while. The air around him is thick with a certain feeling you can't seem to describe, and it makes you feel small, insignificant to him. "Ah, I'm—I'm sorry. It's not my business."

"No, no." Seokmin says hurriedly, phone hitting the glass table as a heavy quietness filles the dining room. "It's nothing. Don't worry about it." Seokmin lies straight through his teeth to you, and you don't catch on, nodding as you finish your cup of water.

The thing that "wasn't your business" was a text from Seokmin's PR manager. He was due at a photoshoot almost thirt minutes ago, and she was livid that he wasn't ready to be dressed and filming the video ad.

Seokmin didn't want to go—there were a million other things he could be doing rather than sitting in a stiff chair for hours on end as staff spent their time doing nothing but retouching the smallest little smudges of his makeup and hair while Seokmin was stuck posing endlessly for a tiny, four-page spread.

He had never skipped out on something planned like this, but he was going to do it now. He deserved to feel good for once—free, unbound by any time-constricting schedules that he wasn't interested in.

"Are you doing anything important today?" Seokmin asks, standing up as he takes his plate from his seating spot. He walks over to you as well, cologne wafting over you as your plate is stacked on top of his. "No?" You answer, although it sounds like a question—what is going on? Why is Seokmin so invested in you? It wasn't a bad thing, necessarily, but you were beyond confused and surprised.

"Do you want to—uh, wanna stay over for the day? I mean—I don't have anything better to do, and I still don't want to be alone." Seokmin couldn't believe the words coming from his mouth, but he couldn't stop talking. You were making him nervous.

"Seokmin...." Boy, were you getting mixed signals from this guy. He had just met you yesterday, and here he was, asking you to stay the day and keep him company. It was a miracle you had come into his apartment, and now he wanted you to stay longer?

You didn't want to believe it, but your gullible, love-sick heart sat there thinking this was a sign that he was into you. There were so many things that screamed absolutely not, some being the fact you and him just met yesterday night, every conversation you have had with him was a mess of awkward sentences, and the simple fact he was a celebrity, for God's sakes.

"Sure. Why not?" You shrug, and Seokmin smiles, eyes lingering on your body for a bit longer than usual before he makes his way to the sink. You squirm in your seat, chest on fire as you watch him scrub away at the dishes. What was this feeling burning deep in your chest? Why were you feeling it now, while being with Seokmin?

"And that's how I got that knot on my head." Seokmin chuckles as you run your finger over the picture in the photobook. His eyes glance at you as he gages your reaction, and he feels his heart jump a little when your hand brushes against his.

One thing led to another, and here you were, sitting on Seokmin's bed as you looked through photo albums he had stashed away in his scarily neat closet. You would have never thought you've been able to say that you've sat in a celebrity's bed before and looked at their baby pictures, but here you were.

"It looks painful." You muse, noticing how Seokmin's eyes still squint like they do now, when he laughs. "I mean, you're crying," You laugh, and Seokmin just shakes his head, ghost of a smile on his lips as he answers with a simple, "It hurt back then, yeah."

You close the photobook, handing it back to him as he takes the rest of the stack you've already looked through and returned it back to its rightful place.

Seokmin shut the door to his walk-in closet, coming back to sit on the bed as you stared out the window, having a perfect view of the pristine pool down below. Seokmin's hands were sweaty, and his hands were clammy, but he couldn't stop the words that were bubbling through his chest and to his mouth.

"Would it be weird if I told you that I loved you?" And there it went. Seokmin had talked without thinking again, and threw you for a loop.

None of this was normal—you and Seokmin had created a bond over today, even if you started out as strangers just last night. He knew you now, and you knew him, as if you two had been long-lost friends who had just rekindled their old memories and started off again from where they had stopped before.

Seokmin had made himself more than just a popular, talented baseball player to you—he was just a normal person, having fears and struggles just as the rest of the human population did. He wasn't this untouchable, closed-off celebrity who just smiled and did everything perfect all the time. He was just like you—lost, confused, and alone, lacking in all the departments he thought he should have been ahead in.

"A little, yeah." You answered after a while of thinking, and Seokmin nodded, looking away as he let out a sigh. "Yeah, you're right. I'm—I'm sorry. I got caught up in the moment."

"Seokmin, I want to stay in this moment forever. With you." You muttered, and he turned back to you, eyes raking over you slowly as he took you all in. He looked at your sparkling eyes, warm cheeks, and small voice.

"As insane and ridiculous as this whole situation is, I think I love you, Seokmin." You whisper, and he moves towards you as you follow his lead, now just inches away from each other as he makes the first move. His hands are slow, slender fingers coming to move your hair from your face as he tucks it behind your ear.

Seokmin's too far into you to back out now, and he goes all the way, kissing you slow as you melt under him. All the tension between you two melts in the matter of a few seconds, and you cling to his shirt, sighing under him as his hands dance across your waist.

"I—fuck." Seokmin's words are beyond broken as he pulls away from you, and he doesn't even try to fix them, staring at you in your soft, breathless glory. You're still reeling from the kiss that just happened, mind somewhere else as your lips still tingle with the feeling.

"Are you still with me?" Seokmin questions softly, hand on your thigh as he looks at you with those eyes—those sharp, hungry ones you see when he's strategizing with his team or preparing to pitch.

"Yeah, I am," You breathe out, eyes meeting Seokmin's as you blush. You're in heaven, you think, because the feeling that you feel right now is something you'd never want to give up.

You'd never want to give Seokmin up.

But would he feel the same way about you?

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DOKYEOM – spill the feels jacket behind

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assumptions | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warning: non-idol au, angst, romance, major league baseball player!seokmin, popular x nobody, depressing themes, unlikely meeting, sprinkles of fluff, miscommunication, pg-13/some suggestive themes (??) mentions of peer pressure, drinking & insecurity, cursing, there IS a happy ending (i promise)

playlist: assumptions, sam geliatry | runaway houses city clouds, tame impala | softcore & reflections, the neighborhood | passion, pinkpantheress

part: 1 of 3 extra note: thank the amazing @slytherinshua for coming up with this absolutely GENIUS idea🙏 / word count: 1.7k (longest thing i've written???)

Even though popular and talented Major League Baseball player Lee Seokmin had everything that eleven-year-old him would've wanted, he felt empty as he watched his own replays on the television.

Seokmin had fame—he was known everywhere, not only for his raw talent as a pitcher, but his model-like qualitites and his supposedly likeable personality. Seokmin had money—he lived in a pretty upscale apartment that was cut off for the rest of society, tucked away on a cliff overlooking the bustling night view. Seokmin had merit—he was praised for his physical ability, humble disposition, and respectable talent.

He had it all, and yet he had absolutely nothing.

Just hours earlier, the crowd's roar was tantalizing, drawing Seokmin in as he stared out at the thousands of fans coming to cheer for him and his team. Now, it sounded static-like and overwhelming, the sound unbearable as he had to switch the television, sighing as he moved away from the suffocating room that was once his comforting living room.

Seokmin's footsteps echoed into the empty, lavish kitchen, white tile unblemished as he searched his fridge. He wasn't hungry, but he looked inside it anyways, closing it moments after as he sighed to himself, hands in his hair as he rested his elbows on the sleek marble countertop.

Why did he feel so empty? He had his teammates if he needed to call, but he didn't want to hear their voices right now. He didn't know why he was angry at them, but he was.

Seokmin was never an angry person—sure, he got fired up at times or had strong opinions that he wasn't going to let go without a fight, but he was never one to just be angry for no reason. Something was bothering with him, but he couldn't figure out what it was or how to stop it.

Why was he even trying anymore?

"Fuck." Seokmin sighed out the curse word, bite still harsh behind it as he let his head fall down on the counter with a hard knock.

A knock at his door brought him out of his sour reverie, and he stared at it confused. He lived far off from the nearest residental area—who was here? How did they get here?

The doorbell rang just seconds later, and Seokmin groaned, tired eyes empty as he made his way to the front door, swinging it open to reveal you, standing in all of your oblivious, confused glory.

"Can I help you?" Seokmin's voice was obviously not the one you were expecting to hear, and you jumped at it, face a hot, blaring red as you realized what was actually going on here.

Your friend had given you an address that a party was going to be at, and you reluctantly promised that you would go. You had followed the directions to the letter, and didn't even think twice about when you arrived at the massive apartment, undeterred by the lack of cars or absence of party music.

You were obviously at the wrong house.

"Can I help you?" Seokmin repeated again—this time around, his voice was sharper, more annoyed. You stood in shock, obviously in denial that this had happened to you.

"Is there a party going on here?" You questioned, and Seokmin blinked, silent before he shook his head slowly. "....No?"

Not only were you at the wrong apartment, but you were at popular celebrity Lee Seokmin's apartment. The Major League Baseball player your little cousin was a fan of was standing right in front of you, in his attractive, dashing glory.

"I'm so at the wrong house." You say awkwardly, and Seokmin just stares at you, just as confused and disturbed as you are. There was this random girl at his door, talking about a party that he had heard absolutely nothing about.

"Yeah, you are." Seokmin actually let out a little laugh at that, eyes crinkling like the ways you say they did on television. You smiled, an even brighter red because the Lee Seokmin was laughing at you.

"Well, I should go. I'm sorry, uh, Mr. Lee." You said, trying to mend the awkwardness you were feeling. Seokmin paused, eyebrows furrowing together slightly as he spoke. "You know who I am?"

"Well, yeah. My—my little cousin—he's a really big fan of you." You reply, mind somewhere else. You're not a big fan of the man or anything, but you have said he's attractive on multiple occasions to your Major League Baseball-enraptured friends (who would not let you live it down if you told them that you had met him by accident).

"That's sweet," He says, and you nod, offering a small 'yeah' as the two of you fall quiet. "We'll, I'll go now." You say, smiling awkwardly as you start to walk away.

"Stop." Seokmin's voice is quick, but strong, and you pause, turning back around as you meet his gaze. His brown eyes were even prettier in person, and the tight, black tank top he was wearing (and you were trying to ignore) just made the whole ordeal even more unbelievable.

"Can you stay?" I just—" Seokmin pauses, struggling to find the right words. He couldn't even believe what was coming out of his mouth right now, but he couldn't seem to stop the words from coming. "I don't want to be alone."

You were stunned, unable to speak for a second as you replayed his words—he was asking you, a random college girl who inputed the wrong directions and ended up at a celebrity's rich-looking apartment—to stay with him.

And here you were, saying yes. "Yeah, uh—sure." You conceded, stepping inside the apartment as you slipped off your shoes.

Everything was so upscale, and you felt out of place, t-shirt and sweatpants doing nothing but making you feel like you were intruding in Seokmin's clean, neat space.

"Make yourself at home. Do you want anything to drink?" Seokmin was in his kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water as he looked to you for your response.

You were watching his back intently, watching how his muscles tensed when he did certain things—he was built, no doubt about it, and you could imagine the curve of his collarbone and dip of his abs from your vantage point.

"Oh, um, water's fine." You answer, noticing that Seokmin had been staring at you for who knows how long, waiting on a reply.

He went to work, filling your glass as he passed it to you. It was cold, and you took a sip, quiet as Seokm looked out the massive window that stood his dining room. The air between you two was still very awkward, but you felt like you could open up about anything to him, and he wouldn't judge you like your mom or friends would.

"So, you live here all alone?" You questioned, and Seokmin nodded, taking another sip of water. "Yeah. It's just me." Seokmin answered, and his hand tightened around the glass. He was so alone, and so miserable.

"What about you? Do you live alone?" Seokmin returns your question, and you shake your head. "I live with a college friend."

"Oh." Seokmin nods, and you nod with him, silence falling over you two again. It was so awkward, sitting with this famous baseball player while drinking cold water and talking about your living situations. Could your night get any weirder?

You studied Seokmin's face, never really paying attention to it while you were talking. All the pictures never really did him justice—his eyes were prettier in person, and you never knew that he had a tiny beauty mark on his cheek. You guess it must've always been covered up, or obscured by his helmet.

His frame was as described by everyone in love with him—he was strong and broad, muscles bulging from his sleeveless tank top.

According to a Men's Health article you read once, Seokmin worked out daily, and they weren't lying—he looks like he was sculped by God, spending hours and hours to get to where he was now.

"Thanks for staying, by the way. I know it was weird, asking you to randomly stay with me in my house." Seokmin becomes timid, and you shake your head, shrugging. "Of course. I mean—I have nothing better to do, and I really didn't want to go to that party my friends were going to."

"You really didn't want to go, did you? You came to the wrong address just you wouldn't have to, huh?" Seokmin laughs, making a joke. You flush, laughing nervously as you set down your glass. "I guess you could say that, yeah."

The laughing dies out between you after a while, and you yawn, eyes growing heavy. Whether it's because the lack of real conversation you and Seokmin are having, or the fact that his voice is so calming and down-to-earth that you could phase into his countertop and sleep forever, you don't know.

"Your eyes are closing." Seokmin says—his voice sounds like he's laughing at you, but you're too busy fighting sleep off that you let it slide. "Well, yeah, I guess so."

"You're getting sleepy, aren't you?" Seokmin questions again, and you nod without thinking, head falling on the countertop as you mumble a yes.

Seokmin leaves his place on the other side of the countertop, making his way over to you as he leads you by the shoulders into his living room. His massive, warm hands engulf your shoulders easily, and you let him lead you, not putting up a fight as he lays you on his plush, velvet couch.

"What will the people think if they found out I was sleeping on your couch?" You muse, half-asleep. Seokmin pauses, brain racing at your simple question—so many things could happen if this were leaked to the public. His clean image would be stained by dating rumors if that happened to you, and Seokmin didn't know what he would do if the word actually got out.

"They're not going to." Seokmin says blankly, and you mumble something before drifting to sleep. Seokmin stares down at you, watching your soft features contort into a neutral expression.

What would reporters say? What would his teammates say? What would his coach say? What would his manager say?

Seokmin didn't know, but he found himself not wanting to think about that as he dimmed the living room's lights, walking upstairs to his room as he stripped himself of his pants and got into his bed, lights going out as he stared into the darkness.

What was he doing?

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for one last time | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: non-idol au, fluff, boyfriend!seokmin, tiny mention of jealous!seokmin, mentions of sports (wii sports), reader is lost, kissing, small mention of physical touch, bits of shamless flirting (on seokmin's end), pet names (reader w baby, seokmin w honey, babe), lyr projects her love for wii games on reader, seokmin throws something at reader (a baseball cap as a teasing gesture), they're cute & in love your honor

now playing: for one last time, cheyander

"You swing your arm back and forth like this, babe. That's how you hit the ball." Seokmin's behind you, breath hitting your ear as he puts one hand on your waist and the other on your right arm, performing the swinging motion. Your cheeks are warm from the touch, and Seokmin notices this, a smile on his face as he pulls away.

Your boyfriend was a sports fanatic—he loved lots of sports, and were good at a lot of them too. The first game he had bought for the Wii you two shared was Wii Sports, and he had the joy (at least, that's what he said) of teaching you how to play the game.

You loved Wii games, but disliked sports—you didn't see the hype around them, and you never understood the rules anyways. Seokmin was just so excited to show you how to swing for tennis and serve for volleyball using the Wii remotes, though.

How could you say no to a sweet smile like the one your boyfriend had?

"Seokmin, baby, I really don't think I'm made for this." You look at him, and he adjusts his baseball cap, shaking his head as the watch on his wrist shuffles with his movements.

"We're just gonna give it sometime, okay? Let's try baseball again, okay?" Seokmin looks over to you, voice soft as he exits the tennis portion of the game.

"You'll crush me! You're so good at baseball, Minnie, it's not even a competition with you." You mumble, and Seokmin laughs, kissing your cheek as he shakes his head. "I'll go easy on you, I promise. I want you to get the hang of it first."

As he continues to find the baseball setting, you watch your boyfriend from behind, studying his broad frame and muscled shoulders and arms he's gotten by pitching baseballs and serving volleyballs, no doubt.

As Seokmin worked to recallibrate your controller, you studied his nearly perfect batting form, watching the slope of his nose, bite of his bottom lip, and twinkle of his eye as he focused on the instruction on screen.

"Alright, I think I've got it. Come on, honey, let's try again." Seokmin hands you your remote, and you sigh, shuffling to get in place as you spread out from him.

"Why can't we just play Mariokart and call it a day?" You question, and Seokmin looks over to you, eyes puppy-like as he juts out his lower lip.

"Let's just try one more time, okay? Just one more time." Seokmin begs like a little child, and you can't say no, especially when he's looking at you with wide, sparkly eyes.

"......Fine. One more time." You finally give in, spreading your legs out as you get ready to bat. "I love you." Seokmin looks over to you, nose scrunched up as his eyes disappear into pretty crecsents.

Shaking your head, you brace for Seokmin's pitch, giving it your best shot as you swing your arm like he told you. Your ball flies into the sky, an announcement of a home run adorning the screen as you scream and jump for joy. Seokmin runs to you, obviously happy for you as he picks you up in his arms and spins you around.

Once he places you down, with your hands still on his shoulders and his still on your waist, he takes the Wii remote from you, eyes now half lidded as he smirks at you.

Unable to look at him seriously, you laugh, eyes lighting up as you take in Seokmin's now devious expression. It's obvious that he wants something from you, but you can't blame him, as you also want what he's thinking about.

"I think I deserve a home run kiss." You whisper, bringing your hand to the brim of his baseball cap as you take it off, revealing his messy, dark brown hair.

"I was just about to give it to you." Seokmin says, voice soft yet deep as he searches your eyes.

Your run your hands through his hair, letting the bangs fall in front of his eyes perfectly as he starts to lean in, eyes closing as his lips touch yours. His lips feel perfect against yours, and your hands go from Seokmin's shoulders to sliding down his strong back, and making their way back into his curly hair.

The baseball cap in your hands is long gone, on the floor as your hands go back to Seokmin's broad shoulders yet again. He smiles under you, over the moon at your kisses as he pulls away, breathless.

"I knew you could do it. You just needed a little bit of practice." Seokmin smiles softly, and you sway with him, hands in his as you stare into his eyes.

"I think it's because your Mii character is so cute." You tease lightly, and Seokmin glares at you, picking up his baseball cap and throwing it at you as you squeal, laughing.

"I'm just kidding, Seokmin. No Mii could ever take me from you." You sigh, and Seokmin beams, handing you your controller as he asks: "For one last time?"

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Ur pfp is so delicious

THANK YOU KIEE

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i’m not strong enough for this lyr i am not equipped with a way to deal with htis why is he doign this to us i’m literally just a cuties’ g who only thinks cutely of him NOTHING ELSE!!!!!! i was never prepared for this HOW ARE YOU DOING

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HELP. I'M THE SAME WAY OKAY i've never thought about him being anything other than cute and hot at some times.......this is just so much okay i'm SO overwhelmed. AND AND IT JUST KEEPS HAPPENING

it happened just like how it happened the first time 😭 i woke up from a long nap & opened instagram to see THIS EXACT POST as the FIRST post of my feed. i can't keep doing this holy crap i live in fear at all times because GOD he looks so good ☹ but also i'm so scared because oh my god i've never seen him in any other way.......the whole shirtless boxer agenda we're going for is CRAZY (i'm SO HAPPY he's confident about it though! he worked so hard and BOY did he get a great result 🙏)