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skyechild · 1 year ago

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Silence

𖤐 pairing: Seungcheol x Jeonghan x Reader (M/M/F) 𖤐 genre: a fuck of angst, smut towards the end, then fluff. 𖤐 warnings: bruises, Jeonghan being possessive with Cheol, dont have intercourse if youve had any alcohol at all, alcohol towards the end 𖤐 wc: 8.2k 𖤐trope/au: f2l, non-idol 𖤐 summary: It was only supposed to be an outing with the boys, nothing more. But what happens when you wake up in the bed of the one couple in the group, AND you can remember everything. this is also mostly for Ki bcuz its Jeongcheol <3 𖤐 notes: this was supposed to be small i promise...ITS FINALLY DONE 𖤐 tag list: @cultofdionysusnet / @stravvberrymilksan / @kwanisms

Silence.

It wasnt supposed to end like this. With you waking up in Jeonghan and Seungcheol's beds not in your clothes from the night before. It was supposed to end with you under their covers between them while they slept. It was only supposed to be a small outing with the group. You were only going for a few drinks, let the stress from every day jobs go away for the long weekend it....not end up in the bed of the only couple in the group.

Silence

The silence made you nervous, anxiety spiking. The sound sound that could hear was silence. Your mind had stopped and restarted. There was no fan or anything, you could barely register the deep breaths of the two boys beside you sleeping. You knew Seungcheol was a deep sleeper. But Jeonghan was a wild card. He never slept in a certain way, not deep nor light. Oh my god what if Joshua was looking for you?

The silence is so loud.

You (somehow) managed to slide out of bed without waking either, grabbing the dress you wore last night and putting it on after stripping off the shirt. You looked around for you phone, a pang in your chest when you watched Jeonghan roll into Seungcheols arms. You grabbed your phone off the table. You looked at your wrists. Bruised.

Silence

You opened the door, cringing at the slight creak before you slipped out, noticing the two didnt wake. Now to get out of their apartment. God this was a mistake. Youre never going to be able to face them again, you wont be able to face the rest of the boys knowing that you fucked the oldest two. You ruffled your hair aggressively. You fucked up big.

You wanted to scream, yell and run out into the streets. Sleeping out of apartment after slipping on your heels, giving it one last look. Looking at the clock you sighed when you noticed it was 5am. Good, it was early enough that you didnt need to worry about the walk of shame. You made the quick walk back to your apartment, opening the door to Joshua sitting on your couch. He looked you up and down before he sighed. "They marked you up good."

That was all it took before you choked out a sob. You knew Jeonghan hated sharing, the bruises on your wrists from when he refused to let you touch Seungcheol still hurt. Every time you moved your wrist there was a dull pain that shot through your arms. The hickeys werent pretty. They werent there from possessiveness. No, Jeonghan bit you out of jealousy. Sure the other was tipsy, he was never that angry with you. The tone of his voice scared you. Why did he entertain you then? Why did he bring you pain instead of kicking you out?

You fell into Joshuas arms. "He bit me Shua." You hiccupped, hugging him as tight as you could, ignoring the pain. "Not like a dog. He was jealous." You pulled back from the other and smiled slightly. Joshua has seen you naked so it didnt bother you when you let your dress fall. The bruises on your hips were from Seungcheol, given from lust, some of the hickeys were from the eldest as well. "Jeonghan...im never going to be able to look at him again."

You phone buzzed and Joshua took it out of your hand as you put the dress back on. "Go change into one of my shirts." You rubbed your eyes and sniffled. "Ok." He looked at you again. "Take a shower too." You smiled slightly, a huff leaving you of weak laughter. You nodded and headed to the bathroom.

Joshua took your phone and unlocked it. The passcode was his birthday and his was yours. The best of friends you were. Looking at the notif as he watched more came in. All from the two you were just with. Seungcheol was confused as to where you went, he had looked everywhere and couldnt find you. Multiple texts from Seungcheol, texts from Jeonghan were after. First they sounded like forced apologies then they seemed genuine then they seemed urgent, snaps and texts kept coming in, each more rushed and panicked then the last. Then the calls started.

He sighed, letting each one go to voicemail. Turning your phone off he forced a smile once you came back from the shower. "Go sleep now. Im going to keep your phone for now." You nodded as you turned back around. "Can i sleep next to you?" He nodded before you both walked to his room, him following once he locked the door.

How was he to tell you everything that was going on? They wouldnt probably start with him next considering you lived together. You and Joshua may have been best friends since diapers despite being a year apart but he knew you well enough to think you probably panicked. Once you laid down he got a full view of all the marks on your body. "Im going to grab some bruise cream ok? Ill be back." You nodded, sitting up and waiting.

He wasnt gone long, grabbing the cream from his bathroom as he came back. "Where did they all mark?" You held out your wrists, tilted your neck and then motioned under your shirt. "Seungcheol's werent out of anger." You murmured and he smiled. "I know. I hate to say it, but you should probably let him explain." You shook your head. "Not yet." You whispered and he nodded, understanding.

Once finished covering your bruises you both laid down, you scooting into his arms. He smiled softly as he hugged you close, stroking your hair until you drifted off. Hopefully the two had stopped. Reaching for the phone he placed on the table he turned it back on, all the old notifs coming in. He thanked you and himself that it was on vibrate. He sighed, looking at all the texts and snaps that the two had sent you. The voice mails also seemed to get from confused to worried then to concern and panic. That last text was 5 minutes before he had turned the phone back on.

'We are coming over.'

"Like hell you are." He mumbles, happy that he did all the locks. The only had the main key to get in. To break in you would need a Halligan tool, be strong enough to kick it down or be able to pick locks. Which he knew the others had none of the above. He placed your phone down just as the knocks on the door started. He rolled his eyes, when you stirred he started humming, hoping it would help enough.

It didnt.

You woke with a start once the knocks got louder and more aggressive. "Its just Seungcheol and Jeonghan." You tensed and he shook his head. "All the locks are done, they cant get in." He had installed the locks after there was a break in while you were home alone. He strokes your hair again before sighing. "Ill tell them to go away and youll text them when youre ready." He soothes and you hesitate to release him, not wanting to let go of the one thing keeping you somewhat tethered to reality and not up in the sky with anxiety.

You let him go, biting your lip as he disappears into the living room. He unlocks the door and blocks the door before either of them can try and shove themselves in. He raises a brow, crossing his arms. "Can i help you?" Joshua doesnt get angry easily, so when he does theres a fear thats in everyones body. He only get angry when it comes to your safety and health. He tolerates a lot but this is the angriest Jeonghan has ever seen him.

"Can we talk to Y/n?" Joshua chuckled at the question, the image of your bruises coming to his mind. "No you cannot." He smiled brightly, though the disbelief was in his eyes. "The bruises on her that i put cream on from you? I know your possessive but. Jesus fucking christ Han." Joshua rolled his eyes as Jeonghan's eyes widened before he shifted his eyes to Seungcheol. "She mentioned that yours were ok."

His eyes went back to Jeonghan. "Should put a fucking muzzle on you like a dog. You bite..." He paused. "..and not in a good way." By now you have made your way to the hallway, peeking around the corner to see whats going on. Joshua huffed as there was no answer. "I ask nicely. Please leave. She will talk to you when she wants to." Seungcheols eyes flick over his shoulders, locking eyes with you and they comically grow wider. His mouth opens to speak but you go back to hiding. His mouth shuts, a slight pout on his lips. Hes going to take it that means you dont want him to call out to you.

He furrowed his brows before his eyes went back to Joshua. He wants to ask why he cant talk to you when the Jeonghan is the problem. But he purses his lips., he sort of understands though, Jeonghan is possessive- wait...

"Wait..." Seungcheol speaks up for the first time. "What do you bruises. I only left some on her hips?" Joshua turns his gaze to the oldest of the three. "Our dear Hannie here-" He says the nickname almost mockingly. "-left aggressive bruises on her wrists and other places." He states. "But if you dont mind, its currently six-thirty am and id like to sleep so if you wouldnt mind leaving...thatd be great. Thanks, bye." Joshua takes the moment they are both dumbfounded to slam the door and lock it. All of the locks.

He walks back and hugs you tightly. "Dont show Hao. He is worse then me when angry." He smiles teasingly. At the mention of your brother you shake your head rapidly. "I wont. You cant either." He nods, waddling you both back to his room to sleep again, not bothering to listen for their footsteps leaving.

Youve both been mistaken for dating, multiple times. You tried once, but it felt too weird. But the pack you both had made remains. You waddle back with him, walking backwards while he led. "Still sleepy?" You nodded, resting your head on his chest. "How are you always so warm?" He chuckles, kissing the top of your head before turning a bit so you both land on your sides when you make it to the bed. The sheets werent made from when you snuck out but he manages to get them up and over you both. "Sleep well Y/n." He whispers.

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Its only a day or two later that you decided to message them back. You read all the texts, watched the snaps and listened to all the voicemails. You arent sure youll ever forgive Jeonghan. It hurt, and everyone was buzzed but that still didnt excuse what he did. You remember everything and from what Seungcheol admitted, he didnt know of the bruises Jeonghan left.

Joshua had told you that you couldnt go to the doctor because they would get suspicious. Bruises that dark and everyone would set off the doctors who would tell the authorities. That was not an option. You sighed, resting your arms crossed on the table and let your head fall on them. Your sleeves covered the slowly fading bruises and managed to cover up the hickeys on your neck with make up, luckily you brother hadnt noticed. You had to convince Joshua to let you go alone, but he told you hed be down the street should something happen. You had smiled and nodded.

You tense, colour draining from your face as you heard the seats in front of you move. You didnt want to look up, you could tell who it was when they cleared their throat. You clenched your face. "Y/n? Can you look at u-me?" Seungcheol caught himself. He knew you probably didnt want to see the blonde right now, he was right.

Shaking your head you kept your forehead against the table, jerking your hands back when you felt your sleeves being moved. You heard a sharp inhale, most likely Seungcheol's. He passed out right after he had cum. Jeonghan had smacked away your hands when you reached over to remove the condom. The hushed whispering wasnt hushed, Seungcheol was never good at it.

"Jeonghan what the fuck." He hissed you you peeked up from your cover of your arms. "I dont know how to answer." He whispered back. Jeonghan was better at whispering, but you felt like he was being louder for your sake. "Theres really nothing i can say and it not sound like an excuse." He mumbled and you lifted your head and sat up straight, putting your hands in your lap as you looked out the window.

You bit your lip, trying to gather the courage. Jeonghan spoke before you could. "Y/n. Im really sorry. Its not that i didnt want you touching Cheol, yes you squirming under him was cute, but...I dont know how to explain it. "I know im possessive and i went too far." He took a deep breath. "I just didnt know if i wanted you to touch me first or him." You frowned at the words. "So you let bruises on me and bit me because...you didnt want me touching him before you? Jeonghan that is the biggest fucking excuse ive ever heard. Youre not a fucking dog Jeonghan. You dont just bite people you dont like. Why did you even entertain the thought of us sleeping together if you were going to act like that?" He looked down, not meeting your eyes.

"Because i want you! Ive wanted you for years! I wanted you since Shua introduced us." He confessed. Even Seungcheol seemed surprised at the confession. It was silent for a while. Again.

The silence was so loud.

You choked out a forced laugh. "Dont lie." You locked with him. "Im not. I know Cheol feels the same way...We dont really...sleep with other people. Example being..." He motioned to you and your hands fell onto your wrists. "I hate you." You spoke and Jeonghan felt his heart crack. "At least I want to hate you." You continued, Jeonghan's head shooting up. "Dont look so hopeful Han." You confessed, watching his shoulders slump.

"Im gonna give you a chance. But i...i dont think i can bare you touching me..." You murmur, biting your lip. "You hurt me Han..." You whispered. "I've never seen you like that, and you scared me. I have never been scared of you, but that...that was someone else i felt i didnt know. You were some stranger that looked like my Hannie." You whispered before you gaze went to Seungcheol.

"Hi Cheol..." He smiled, nodding at you as he scanned you. "Can i see...can i see your wrists?" He whispered and you wanted to say no, you wanted to so badly. Seungcheol was your weak spot. His wide eyes and pretty lips. Your heart skipped a beat whenever he smiled and you saw his dimples. You hesitated, raising one hand for Seungcheol.

He held out his hand, waiting till you put you hand in his. "Can i say something funny?" You nodded. His jokes or things he thought we funny either ruined the mood or made you cry from laughing. "I felt like ii shouldve said 'paw' just now." You cracked a smile, a soft giggle leaving you as Seungcheol held your hand carefully. When you looked up at him after staring at your hand in his, his dimples made you smiled wider. You loved his dimples so much.

He moved the sleeve to see your wrist and he was quiet for a moment before he leaned forward, pulling your hand a bit closer as he kissed the bruise. "Im so sorry for that Y/n." He whispered. His heart had dropped when he saw the bruise. You pulled your hand back, eyes flickering to Jeonghan whos mouth had open in shock. "..i really did that?"

He wanted to reach out and copy his boyfriend. Reach out and hold you hand so gently and place a kiss on the skin like Seungcheol did. But he wasnt going to touch you. Not only did you not want him to touch you, but he was scared to touch you again. He thinks it will take a while for both of you to be ok touch each other.

You nodded, glancing at him. He hated to look in your eyes. It wasnt fear, it was something like caution and hesitance. You looked away from him quickly, looking back at Seungcheol who still had his lips on your wrist. Removing them he sighed. "Im sorry i didnt notice." He whispered. You should your head. "It isnt your fault Cheol." You whispered before you took your hand back. "It was all our faults. We shouldnt have had sex at all." You said bluntly.

"We all had some alcohol. I guess i should be happy im not pregnant." You let out a small laugh. "I think id rather had these..." You motioned to your wrists. "...then be pregnant. Sorry Cheol, i know you have a breeding kink." You watched his jaw drop and you laughed, a smile appearing on Jeonghan's lips. Both had forgotten how much of a menace you were. An ugly snort left Jeonghan as he thought about it again.

You brought your hands back to your lap. "Thank you for agreeing to meet me." You murmured and Jeonghan smiled slightly. "Thank you for letting me explain." You nodded, smiling a bit. "I'll text you guys later?" They nodded and watched as you got up, texting someone before throwing them a smile. "Do you need a ride?" You shook your head. "Shua is just down the road." They nodded and got up to leave as well, walking you out and waiting til Joshua got there and you got in. Both boys got a slightly dirty look from him.

They guess they will have to kiss Joshua's ass to get his forgiveness.

--- Three months after

You and Jeonghan were working on skinship slowly. You were no long flinching when he reached for you. It was a small twitch now. Jeonghan didnt look so shattered when you moved away from him. Seungcheol was the only one you didnt move away from. Jeonghan had become less possessive, he didnt blow a fuse every time someone touched Seungcheol. He was happy to give you space, happy to watch you hug Seungcheol, it made Seungcheol happy so it made Jeonghan happy.

A few days later is when you finally approached Jeonghan, arms tight by your sides as you cleared your throats. “Hannie?” You whispered, watching as he spun around to face you, surprise evident on his face. “Can i hug you?” A smile spreads on his face as he nods, opening his arms, smiling when you came in for a hug. “Hi angel.” He whispered against your neck, a soft smile on his lips, hands stroking your hair and back.

“Thank you.” He heard you mumble into his chest and he tightened the hug. “No thank you." He pulled back a bit, pressing his lips against the side of your head. "We should go on a date." He murmured against your hair and you were quiet for a moment and it made Jeonghan almost retract his words. "A date?" He barely heard you mumble and he nodded, smiling down at you.

The bruises have faded by now but recently since you started letting Jeonghan give you skinship he would leave kisses on both wrists. He never mentioned it but you knew he was apologizing in his own way. You had smiled whenever he had placed kisses on your wrists. A constant silent 'im so sorry' in his own words. He didnt know how to apologize for it in words so he went into actions. Whenever you held his hand he would stroke the skin, almost unconsciously now.

"Yeah, go get ready peach." He smiled as he pulled away, patting your butt as you disappeared into the bedroom to change only to peek back out. "Fancy or casual?" Jeonghan glanced over his shoulder. "Casual." He smiled at you as you disappeared back into the room to change, returning to finishing the dishes. You stole one of Seungcheol's hoodies. They were always big on you, the hem reaching mid thigh and the sleeves covering your hands. You decided on jeans under it followed by the shoes Joshua bought you.

Peeking back our you watched as the blonde put away the dishes. You walked up to the island behind him and leaned against it, watching him. Jeonghan was pretty, very pretty. You sighed quietly, not wanting to alert him to your presence yet. You wanted to admire him for a second, he got better on not being possessive, even if Joshua hadnt forgiven him still. He smiled lightly as he put the last dish away, turning around and gasping once he saw you. "Hi peach, you surprised me." He walked around the table and poked your cheek lightly.

You slipped into his arms. Seungcheol was out that day so you had some much needed alone time with the blonde. You couldnt run away and hide next to Seungcheol like you use to. You smiled softly at him, chin resting on his sternum. Skinship has been easier with him the last few days, it always use to be. He smiled widely, at the touch. "You look ready to go. Give me a second to get ready then we can go."

There was a small piece of you that didnt want to let go of him. He was always warm, almost like a human heater. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and shifting his boy to pick you up, hands moving down to the back of your thighs. "If you dont let me go baby i cant change." You shook your head, legs wrapping around his waist and hiding your face in his neck. You missed being this close to him.

You heard his chuckle against your hair as he walked towards the couch, sitting down and sighed, leaning back. Jeonghan might not be the strongest but it seems like hes been working out. His hands came up to rub your back. "I thought you wanted to go on a date?" You nodded. "I do...i just missed hugging you like this." You heard the shaky breath he let out as he held you closer. "I missed you so much..." He confessed, biting his lip. "But i gotta change if you want to go on that date."

You pouted before you released him, cheeks pink as you moved to sit next to him. "Can you change quickly?" He chuckled, nodding as he got up, walking quickly towards their shared room to change. It was still hard to go in their room, flashbacks of that night always flashing at the forefront of you mind. He came back quickly and he reached his hand out. "Ready?" He whispered. You grabbed his hand before you even stood up, lacing your fingers together.

It was almost easy to go back to the usual touches you guys use to have today. You hope its not a one day thing.

Jeonghan takes you to a cafe around the corner after locking the door, hands never separating. His thumb is stroking the back of your hand, seems like its unconsciously. Once your both sitting down hes already ordered both of your favorites. His head is resting on his hand, eyes watching you fondly as you stare at the table, unable to meet his eyes.

"Youre adorable." He stated, smiling at you once you glanced up at him, cheeks still red. "Huh?" You were dumbfounded, confused. "I said, youre adorable." He grinned, one corner of his lips higher then the other.

He was smirking.

It made your jaw drop. "Uh...thank you?" He nodded, grinning softly. It was an actual smile, softer then usual. You bit your lip, returning the smile. "You...youre pretty." He grinned wider. "Thank you sunshine." You smiled a bit. His nicknames were so cute, you had to admit that.

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The date ended nicely, him teasing as usual. Once you had gotten inside, Seungcheol was sitting on the couch. You had yet to go on a date with both of them. "Where have you guys been? You grinned, skipping over to him, releasing Jeonghan's hand. "We went on a date!" His eyes towards Jeonghan before he smiled, standing up, tugging you into his arms, kissing your forehead. "Did you have fun?" You nodded and he hugged you tightly. "Thats good."

Jeonghan slipped behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, landing on Seungcheols hips. He grinned against your neck, pressing a few kisses on the skin. "Im kind of tired now though." You mumbled, stroking the blondes hair. "How about we make a pillow fort, get some snacks and watch a movie?" Seungcheol spoke quietly, stroking the skin of your hip where your shirt had risen.

"That sounds fun!" You turned back around. "Make it pretty Cheol!" You teased, hugging Jeonghan tightly, eyes sparkling. "Hey thats rude!" You heard Seungcheol whine. Jeonghan loved teasing anyone, Seungcheol happened to be one of his favorite targets. Seungcheol snaked his arms around your waist before tugging you backwards into his chest before he dug his fingers into your side, a loud shriek leaving your lips followed by giggles as Seungcheol started the assault of tickles.

It was almost hard to keep you from wiggling out of his arms and reaching out for the blonde. "Hannie help!" He grinned, taking a step forward. The mischief in his eyes automatically made you regret asking for help. "I gotta help." He cooed and you made you wiggles more aggressively, trying to get away before Jeonghan could get his fingers on you. "Wait please, please i give! Merci meri!" You felt Seungcheol stop but Jeonghan didnt stop moving, causing you to drop from your spot against Seungcheol's spot in order to escape the heathen trying to get a hold of you.

You made a run for it. Running down the hall and hearing Jeonghan's footsteps right behind you, a yelp leaving your mouth when you glanced back. He was closer then you thought. Skidding around the corner you stumbled up the stairs and aiming for the bathroom at the hall. Only you barely made it up the stairs for a weight slammed into your back, arms snaking around your waist. "Gotcha!"

"Wait wait! Hannie please!" You yelped, fighting against the grip the other had on you. It wasnt a tight grip that you couldnt get out of if you actually tried but one that felt more like a playful threat. He didnt tickle you, now the only ticklish thing he had was the whisper of kisses against your neck. That was almost worse then the actual tickles.

Spinning you around he smiled bright at you, dropping a kiss on the side of your head. "Ok i wont. But lets go help Cheol set up." He released you from his arms except for your hand, lacing your fingers together as he walked with you down the stairs. He released your hand to start helping Seungcheol with the fort while you grabbed snacks and pillows, dropping them off by the couch. Seungcheol seemed to have gotten the extra blankets from the closet.

By the time you got back from gathering the snacks they had taking all the chairs and moved the table from the middle of the floor. Giving you three the whole living room space to work with. Placing the snacks on the moved table you came closer. "Any way i can help?" Jeonghan shook his head. "Nothin' right now peach." You hummed in response. "Actually, can you grab the laptop and charger please little one?" Seungcheol spoke as he stood straight up, a dimpled smile on his lips as you made eye contact.

"Theres also some alcohol in the fridge. I know you dont like beer so theres some cider. I also found some like, alcoholic monsters? Theres no caffine but when i tried one it was really good. You can grab some of those if you want." You nodded, disappearing into the kitchen to grab the desired alcohol. Placing some of the alcohol on the counter you grabbed the beer you knew Seungcheol and Jeonghan like.

Returning to drop off the alcohol you smile. The fort looked almost done. Running back up the stairs you grabbed the laptop you both normally used. Usually pillow forts happened when Jeonghan was out and ended with you in Seungcheols lap a complete mess. You bit your lip. You were a bit nervous, if it ended like it usually did, you were scared Jeonghan might get possessive again. But when he had seen you and Seungcheol together he had slowly stopped acting like a prick.

Coming back down you placed both items on the table next to the alcohol and snacks. You werent going to drink too much, you would make sure the others didnt drink too much, especially if the night would end with you one someones cock and the movie playing in the background, forgotten. Last time, Jeonghan seemed like the drunkest out of the three of you, Seungcheol not far behind. Why didnt you stop it?

You shook the thought away. Now wasnt the time to fall back into that moment. It wasnt time to take steps back after coming so far forward. You turned, watching as the two came out of the tent. You narrowed your eyes, suspicious with the way both boys lips seemed a bit more swollen then when you last saw them. "Did you guys kiss in there while i was busy running around and grabbing everything?" You pouted. "Aw, c'mere little one, ill give you a kiss." Jeonghan teased and you huffed, moving over to Seungcheol. "I dont want your wet kisses." You saw him gasp, a hand over his heart like he was offended. "I dont give wet kisses!" You rose a brow, glancing at Seungcheol's lips.

"Oh really?" You pointed at the others lips. "Then why are his so unnecessarily wet?" He rolled his eyes before coming closer and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "See, not wet. Cheol is the wet kisser." You frowned. "No he isnt?" You cross your arms before Seungcheol wraps his arms around your waist. "Jeonghan uses tongue a lot." He whispered into your ear. "I like to use teeth." His words are breathed onto your ear. "But you know that." He whispers, nipping at your neck. "He doesnt use teeth with me, he uses his tongue. I however." Jeonghan continues. "I will use my teeth with you. I like to bite."

Jeonghan turns back around to finish the fort, leaving you with a dumbfounded face and Seungcheol snickering as he finishes tossing the snacks then blankets and pillows you guys were going to use. Then adding the alcohol, grinning once he came back out. "Ive been told before about how this turns out." He states, tugging you inside with him and placing you beside him. As Seungcheol crawls in he flops down on the opposite side of you, pressing his side against yours, his arm resting over your back, hand resting on Jeonghan's waist as he pulls up netflix.

"What should be watch?" You hum at the question. "Disney? Marvel?" Jeonghan nods. "Disney. We should watch Cinderella." He grins over at the both of you, your nod is agreement, Seungcheols seems more like exhaustion. "We watch this movie everytime." You wave him off. "But you dont watch it with me." You turn to look at him, a pout on your lips, Jeonghan making the same face behind you.

Seungcheol sighs but agrees as Jeonghan finds the movie and presses play. He reaches for a remote you furrow your brows. When he flicks it on you gasp. You didnt notice him grabbing fairy lights. You feel warm inside...and outside. With the way the boys were pressed against your sides. "Pretty right?" You nod, eyes falling on the blonde side, watching his side profile.

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You guys managed to finish Cinderella with only a few hitches, hitches meaning a hand often sliding too long on your back or up to your neck. The next movie you didnt make it far. You barely noticed it was some hallmark Halloween movie as Seungcheol's lips on yours distracted you, pulling you towards his chest and man handling you on top of him. "Aww i thought we were going to actually watch this movie."

Jeonghan doesnt even know the movie thats playing, or how it got played. Pulling away from Seungcheol you press a kiss on each dimple before sitting up on his lap, looking at Jeonghan. None of you had actually had any alcohol. 'You dont drink while watching disney movies.' You couldnt agree more.

"Are you complaining because you want a kiss?" His pout turns into a smirk as he shifts, shuffling closer to drop a kiss on Seungcheol's lips then yours, dragging you over onto his lap and under him. "Are you ok with this?" He whispers, eyes searching yours for any hesitation or panic. You take a second, searching his own face. Jeonghan looks worried, needy but wanting to pull the truth from you.

"Just go slow." You whisper, nodding. "Word is bumble." You raise a brow. "Bumble?" Jeonghan nods, hands by your head. "Dont question it. We can do the traffic light system if you want that more." You nod, scanning his face, barely noticing Seungcheol coming closer. "Im ok with this. Just dont touch my wrists or neck." You whisper, hands reaching for the others face, pulling him into a soft kiss. Your cheeks stroked the skin of his cheeks. Soft.

You pull away, letting him kiss your jaw before he sat up, thighs on either side of you pulling your hand to his lips as he pressing kisses up your arm, watching as Seungcheol takes his place to kiss you. You sigh softly into Seungcheols lips. A tap against your hip makes you pull back. "Can i take these off?" You can barely see Jeonghan from behind Seungcheol. "Yeah." You whisper. You can feel when Jeonghan moves, your pants and panties going with. When Seungcheol pulls back your eyes fall on his lap.

Bless boys in sweatpants. Bless whoever made sweatpants a thing.

You reach out for his thigh, gripping it tightly. "Use your words little one." You pout up at Seungcheol, huffing at the cocky grin on his lips. You dig your nails into his thigh, watching as he tenses the muscle, a soft groan leaving your lips at the feel, another leaving at the feeling of Jeonghans hands on your thighs, stroking the soft skin before hes pulling you up and towards Seungcheol. "I want to see how wet you can get his thigh. Ride it."

You blinked a few times but Seungcheol still had a grin on his lips, sitting on his but with his legs out. "C'mon." He coos, patting his thigh. You bite your lip before crawling over to him, sitting on his thigh. A soft whine leaves your lips as he tenses the muscle again. The material of his sweats make the feeling even better. They arent as scratchy as your own but theyre soft.

"If you can soak his sweats ill eat you out." You hear Jeonghan speak, Seungcheol humming as he placed his hands on your hips. "Hes good at giving head baby. Better soak me." He encourages, helping you move your hips along his thigh. Your hands rest on his shoulders, giving you extra stability to grind your hips. The fabric brushing against your clit just right, a soft whine leaving your lips. Soft encouraging words leaving Seungcheols lips. Seungcheol loved giving praise, and receiving. You whimpered into his hair, moving your hips harder.

"Baby likes praise ok Jeonghan? No name calling." You had told Seungcheol more about what you didnt like. You liked degredation, but you didnt want it from Jeonghan, and Seungcheol doesnt like giving it. Jeonghan hummed, his chest suddenly against your back, hands resting above the others, pushing you down and forward. "I know you can do better." You let out a moan at the feeling, hips stuttering. You were close to soaking through Seungcheols pants.

You were growing addicted to the feeling of his sweats brushing against your clit. It made your head dizzy and your body feel fuzzy. Jeonghans breath fanning across your neck made you shutter. "Can i?" You nodded. "Just not touching with your hands." He nodded, a wet kiss being pressed against your throat before there was a brush of his tongue.

When your moans got louder and more often he smirked, jerking you up Seungcheols thigh, leaving your orgasm there. "No!" You whined. "I want you to cum on my tongue. Trust me youll be having more to make up for just that one." It was going to be a long night. Was the lost coherent sentence you thought before you were moved onto your back, thighs spread and blonde hair tickling your innerthighs.

You knew once Jeonghan got his tongue on you it would be over. Your orgasm was ebbing away, a soft pout on your lips at the thought of a missed orgasm. But your mind went blank as soon as you felt his tongue brush against your clit, mouth dropping open. Jeonghan moved his arms, wrapping them around your thighs, palms resting against your stomach as he happily proceeded to eat you out.

His tongue slid through your slit, gathering all of your wetness. "Jeonghan can get messy while eating." Seungcheol spoke, eyes bright as he watched you squirm on his boyfriends tongue. You couldnt see Jeonghans eyes whenever you looked down to watch. You wiggled a bit, to get away or closer you dont know. All you wanted was more.

Your body jerked when his mouth closed around your clit and sucked, eyes rolling back and mouth opening, a broken call of Jeonghans name leaving you. You whined loudly, hand shooting down to grip his hair tightly as he continued. "Fuck...So good." Seungcheol moved, lips pressing against yours to muffle your cries as Jeonghan slipped his tongue inside you the same time Seungcheols hands slipped up your shirt and removed your bra.

His fingers quickly followed his tongue, slipping one inside as he pulled away, eyes dark with lust as he stared up at you. Pressing his thumb against your clit he rubbed it quickly and you pulled away from Seungcheol to grasp, gripping Jeonghans hair with one hand and one in Seungcheols. "Please please..." Please left your lips, wanting Jeonghans mouth back on you.

"Told you he was good, isnt he?" You nod rapidly as the blonde added another finger. "Cum on my tongue." His voice deeper then you heard before, lips spreading into a grin as he spread his fingers, quickly sticking his tongue between his fingers, tongue pressing against warm walls quickly before he moved his head back again, adding another finger and curling them up, searching for your sweet spot.

He knew he found it when your leg kicked out followed by your legs closing around his hand. "There?" You nodded quickly, whimpering and crying as he massaged the spot quickly. "Fuck fuck, Hannie please, can i cum?" He hummed. "Shes begging so prettily Han." Seungcheol pushed your hair back from your face, sweat making it stick. "Ok peach, you can come." He pressed his fingers against the spot hard, rubbing it quickly.

Your orgasm hits you like a train, back arching and legs twitching. "You used your manners, good girl." He soothed, hand stroking your hips. "I think Cheol deserves your attention now, look at him, he looks like hes in pain." He didnt look like he was in any type of pain, you scanned his face, just noticing the tick in his jaw. So it was painful. "Why dont you help him out?" Jeonghan hummed, helping you move. "Can you do that? Ill even reward you with another orgasm." The thought of coming again so soon made your body of seize up.

You nodded before you sat up, helping Seungcheol move his sweats (that were still soaked with your wetness) down his thighs. You loved Seungcheols size. He was a perfect mix of length of girth. He filled you up nicely, hitting that sweet spot everytime he fucked you. You struggled taking him down your throat however. For your mouth, it wasnt a perfect fit. You could barely get half his length into your mouth before his tip hit the back of your throat and his girth made the corner of your lips hurt the smallest bit.

But god if you didnt try every single time. You practiced your gag reflex often, hoping one day youd be able to take him. But by the glance you got at Jeonghan's pants he wasnt much better. "Only if you take off your pants too..." Currently he was the only one that still had his pants on. He nodded, removing his pants and his shirt, Seungcheol following with his shirt.

Licking your lips you watched Jeonghan strip. He was pretty, lean and slim. a deadly trio for your heart. His cock was as pretty as he was. he was a bit slimmer then Seungcheol, but they were the same length. You turned your head back to Seungcheol once his hand landed on your head. Smiling up at him you laid between his legs, taking your time to drag your tongue up the vein on the underside of his cock, seeing the chill go up his spine that you loved. Taking the head his cock between your lips and sucking gently at the tip, not noticing Jeonghan getting closer until your hips were pulled up, hands stroking the backs of your thighs.

Jeonghans hands were soft on your skin, not an unforgiving scratching or an aggressive smack. He smiled as he watched you relax, as much as you could with Seungcheol down your throat. You hummed around the elders cock, fighting back a gag as his hips jolted up at the vibration. "Fuck, you cant do that." He huffed, stroking your hair, pushing it back from your face. Seungcheol smiled as he made eye contact before it dropped as you took more of him, tears forming as you felt him hit the back of your throat.

You arched your back, legs spreading as you felt Jeonghan nudge them apart with one hand, the other pressing against your lower back, humming at the sight. "What a pretty sight." He cooed, smiling. "Cheollie look at this." Said males eyes flicked up from your face, seeing the way your back arched prettily. "Pretty." He trailed off. Youhollowed your cheeks, causing him to groan. "But i think this is prettier. Come see."

Pulling back from your back side he went around, looking down at you, lips tugging into a smirk. Your face was red, eyes teary with drool dribbling down your chin. Messy. You were messy. Jeonghan loved it. His fingers itching to touch. He watched as you pulled off, wiping your lips before sucking on the side of his cock, nipping at his pelvis. "No mar-" Jeonghan stopped himself. It was fine if you did. You werent going to be leaving after. You already had a space in Seungcheol's heart, you had to know Jeonghan had a you size shape in his heart too.

You smiled, a hand gripping his thigh. "You can fuck my face." Both boys stopped, the hand in your hair turning from stroking to gripping, tugging your hair back to lock eyes. "You sure?" You gave Seungcheol a smile. "Yes please." He took a breath before pulling you back towards his cock. "Tap my thigh twice for stop, and once to slow down." He waited for your nod. You had no problem touching Seungcheols thigh in any manner.

You took a deep breath before exhaling. You had been working on your breathing with your mouth full. Not full of cock but you made do with what you could. He let you get settled as Jeonghan moved back around to his spot. Stroking the skin of Seungcheol's thigh you hummed as a go ahead. He starts off carefully, the first gag had him groaning. The feeling of your throat constricting around him made his hips jerk more, speeding up his thrusts.

The hand gripping your hair and the cock assaulting the back of you throat distracted you from Jeonghan. Your attention was quickly taken by him as you felt his cock grind against your clit. Youre not sure when he had put on a condom but you werent about to complain. You didnt want a kid, at least right now. You groaned loudly around Seungcheol as both snapped their hips. You whined softly.

You felt them both stop, letting you get use to the intrusion on the opposite end. The feeling of Jeonghan's hands stroking the skin of your back made you relax more, eyes closing. You fleeting wonder if you could fall asleep like this. Filled from both ends and warm. You hummed, mind hazy. Pushing your hips back was the go ahead they both needed. Seungcheol restarting his thrusts while Jeonghan started his. It was a wonderful feeling. Being so full of both boys.

It wasnt long after that you started getting squirmy and Seungcheol's pace got erratic. "Little one 'm gonna cum..." He released the grip he had on your hair, giving you the chance to pull away, only for you to swallow him down, groaning as his cum filled your mouth, coming around Jeonghan once he rubbed your clit quickly.

Jeonghan let you ride out your high with slow thrusts. "Can you hold on for me? Gonna let me cum too?" You nodded, resting your head on Seungcheol's thigh. Jeonghan started slow, the oversensitivity made your body feel like pins and needles were in it. You whined unconsciously as he sped up, letting him take what he needed as the sound of skin slapping fill the living room as Seungcheol strokedd your hair. Feeling his hips jerk you did your best to help him, clenching around him a few times before you whined as your second orgasm hit you just as Jeonghan's hits him.

He rubbed your sides softly as he slowly pulled out, letting you down as he moved to clean everything up and throw away his condom. "I know you dont want to get up..." He starts and you groan in response, not liking where the conversation was heading. "But you need to wash up. My sheets are expensive." You roll your eyes. Jeonghan was back to himself. "C'mon ill carry you." You looked up at Seungcheol, huffing as he stood up, picking you up and chuckling as you winced.

"Hannie did a number on you didnt he." You knew Jeonghan went hard but you werent sure if was hard enough to hurt. You guess it was. "T-throat." Your voice was shot. A cocky grin grew on his lips. "Aw, did i fuck your voice away?" You huffed, looking towards the bathroom where you assume Jeonghan had disappeared to.

He was in there, adding bubbles and his favorite bath salts. You noted that he was sharing and a soft smile grew on your lips before you were glaring at Seungcheol as he spoke. "Hannie you fucked her pretty well. I think i was better though. Her voice is gone." He smirked and Jeonghan rolled his eyes. You thought was going to be on your side. But this was Jeonghan, he was on his own side or whichever benefited him most. "This time maybe."

Your jaw dropped. Were they going to make this a battle? Whoever made you unable to walk or talk the most wins?" You sigh but let yourself be lowered into the water, looked up at Jeonghan with wide eyes, a pout on your lips. "Do you want me to join you?" You nod and Jeonghan sighs dramatically. "I have to make sure Cheol doesnt burn the kitchen....but its fine, he will probably stay in here." A glance at Seungcheol had him nodding his agreement, sitting on the toilet lid as he watched Jeonghan slip in behind you, hugging you to him.

"Can you grab our baby some water please, carefully make some tea for her too?" Seungcheol pouted. "Why should i leave..." He mumbled as he disappeared for a few moments to grab some water and bringing it back to you. "I dont wanna be away right now." He confessed, coming back to sit next to you both. "Ok?" He asked and you nodded, giving him an ok sign as Jeonghan washed off the sweat from you. "Im going to wash your hair, then we can lay down ok?" You nod, eyes closing.

You could live like this. living in the warmth of the two and their love. Maybe you could learn to love some of Jeonghans possessive tendencies. You, you could definitely live like this. Like a princess.

#cultofdionysusnet #skyechilds work #seventeen imagine #Yoon jeonghan imagine #choi seungcheol imagine #seventeen angst #seventeen smut #thank fucking god its done #i didnt know where to stop....

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headlinerkwan · 4 months ago

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dandelions - l.sm

pairing: lee seokmin x gn!reader

genre: nonidol!au, estranged friends, childhood best friends to lovers, fluff, pining, protective seokmin, flashbacks

summary: when you start your new job, an unexpected face reenters your life sending you down memory lane.

warnings: swearing, alcohol, etc.,

fic wc: 8.8k

a/n: icb i actually finished writing this, it was harddd. i love seokmin he's so kind and caring so i had to write him ᵕ̈ lmk what you think!! ִ ࣪𖤐

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The early autumn sun creeps in through your bedroom window casting a golden veil over you as you stay curled up under the sheets. It’s one of those mornings where the weight of sleep is too heavy to lift - not that you want to. You’re blissfully unaware of your alarm ringing repeatedly and your cat prancing all over the bed.

Thump

“Ow?” you groan, still half asleep.

Opening your eyes, your vision is blocked by a pillow, freshly resting above your head.

“What the fuck?” you continue, looking around to find your roommate, Mingyu, in the doorway.

“Get up, you’re gonna be late.” he nags.

Right, today is your first day at your dream job, the thing you’ve been working towards since you were fifteen.

“Ugh, why do you always have to be right?” you ask Mingyu as you quite literally roll out of bed.

“Can’t help it, sorry” he teases, “There’s coffee in the pot!” he says as he walks away, leaving you to get ready for the day.

Whilst your commute on the Subway is stuffy and dreary, the building of your new workplace is, to put it simply, breathtaking. It is light and open with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the entire city. The interior is no different, large open spaces with unique and colorful accents to break up the fresh white.

Across from the entrance, a man not too much older than you sits behind the receptionist desk. He has long, bleached hair, dark eyes and soft, angelic features - he’s pretty that’s for sure.

“Hi, um, I need to pick up my ID card?” you say, in a half question, half statement.

He puts down the pen that he had previously been spinning idly between his fingers.

“First day?”

You nod.

“I’m Jeonghan, welcome to hell.” he says with a childish giggle and innocent smile as if he didn’t just refer to your new job as the ninth circle.

“Y/N.” you reply. He spins around on his desk chair, hands wandering as searches for your ID.

“Aha!” he exclaims, waving the card in the air triumphantly.

With that, he stands up and makes his way over to you, “Without further ado, I shall show you the way.” he says theatrically, gesturing in the direction of the elevator,

Stepping out onto the fourth floor you are welcomed into a hopeful environment, an open office space, bright and refreshing but personal at the same time. There is a ping-pong table in one corner, a whiteboard of gag drawings and reminders, a darts board on the wall and the employees around you are chatting quietly amongst themselves, relaxed and smiling.

“Yoon Jeonghan!” someone yells from across the room, “Please tell me you weren’t playing receptionist again.”

Jeonghan maintains a playful smile but his eyes, like a deer caught in the headlights, give him away. The other man’s gaze is fixed only on Jeonghan as he walks over, “Your meeting starts in…” he checks his watch, “Now, go go go!”

“Thank you! My savior!” Jeonghan calls back to him as he scurries out of the office leaving you, standing next to a stranger, speechless.

“So he’s not the-”

“He works in PR, sometimes he just does shit like that, I don't know why.” the man clarifies.

“Ahh, okay” you respond, still puzzled.

“I’m Joshua.” he says after a beat, “You’re new…?”

“Yeah, I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.”

“Likewise, you’re joining the… graphics team?” He guesses.

“Bingo.”

“I say team, you’re more of a duo, we’re kind of understaffed right now but don’t worry, the other guy’s super talented. Just, y’know, try to get along. He’s kind of… the reason you’re only a duo.”

You laugh, “No worries, I like a challenge plus, I’m a people person.”

“For now, anyways,” Joshua mumbles light heartedly, “I’ll show you to your desk.

You follow Joshua towards the back of the office and into a cosy little corner. Your desk is right next to a large window providing you with great lighting and an even better view. This is it, exactly how you imagined during all those sleepless nights working hard. You think you’ll be happy here.

“Do you have your drawing pad and keyboard?” you nod eagerly, “Great, there’s a bunch of spare charges and cables by the front if you need any. Um, what’s next… Oh! Your ‘team’!”.

He turns to the desk next to you. In the chair sits a man with dark, soft hair which falls gently over his face as his eyes focus intently on the computer monitor in front of him. Joshua taps his shoulder, prompting him to remove his headphones and shift his attention onto you.

“This is Seokmin.” Joshua states.

Your breath hitches in your throat as his dark eyes settle on you in a fleeting moment that you never thought would happen again, especially not here.

Lee Seokmin.

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You’ve loved drawing and art since you were little. You would draw anywhere you could; at school, at the dinner table, in the car, at the playground, wherever.

You have a vivid memory of lying, stomach down, in the playground at seven years old. You were focused entirely on perfecting your drawing of the dandelion in front of you, crayons were splayed across your ‘work area’, your tongue poking slyly out of your mouth in concentration.

This moment, of course, was ruined by the thing you hated most at that age (more than eggplant), boys. A rugby ball charged unmercifully towards you, crushing flowers as it went before landing, bullseye, on your drawing. It brings an army of mud with it, splattering far and wide and knocking the majority of your crayon into the long grass,

When the owners of the ball approached you they didn’t say a word about the destruction they’ve caused instead, taking the ball and returning to the game, leaving you to stare with blurry eyes at your wasted hard work.

One boy, though, doesn’t follow the rest of the group. Instead, he towers above you, observing for a minute, before getting onto his hands and knees to rescue your crayons from the lawn.

“They’re playing without you.” You mumble, suddenly overcome with shyness.

He continues, retrieving your crayons, now with an infectious grin on his face, “That’s okay, I don’t really like that game anyways.”

After a moment of quiet, his hand extends out in front of you, “I’m Seokmin. What’s your name?” He asks, still wearing a goofy grin.

Taken off guard, your hand meets his and you shake it, just like you had watched your Dad do with ‘important businessmen’. You give him your name and his smile shines on you like the sun, and for the first time in your seven-year-old life, you are blushing.

“Hmm…” he ponders for a second, “I like it.”

Even now, you remember how strange you had found that comment, how you thought about it for days after - I mean, who was he to decide if your name was good or not? He was the same age as you, what did he know that you didn’t?

That day, Seokmin came into your life just as quickly as he left, the teacher announcing the end of recess and suddenly you’re watching as he hops and skips to his classroom before you get the chance to thank him for helping you. You didn’t know it then but, you would come to think of that day as one of the best days of your life. The day you found your own ray of sunshine. The day you find your vitamin. Your best friend. Your soulmate. Your Seokmin.

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Once Joshua leaves, the air is thick with tension and a decades worth of unspoken words. It is cold; solemn, almost. You exchange a few small words between you, mostly well-wishes for the other’s parents and siblings - polite catch-up at most before he, almost instantaneously, is sucked back into his work, fingers tapping away at the keyboard, eyes fixed on the monitor, headphones on.

You work comfortably deep into the afternoon, he remains glued in that position. Even as others bustle around him on their way to eat or attend meetings, he stays put. You don’t think you’ve seen him this still since he was scolded by your middle school Maths teacher for not doing his homework. (After that, you always let him copy yours if he forgot again.)

Suddenly, Jeonghan’s face pops up from behind your computer monitor. You smile inquisitively, genuinely charmed by the man.

“Did you eat?” he asks. You look down at the time to find that it’s already three p.m, that you had been subconsciously waiting for a cue from Seokmin to go and eat , the way that you used to.

You shake your head, “Come on, I’ll introduce you to some fabulous people.” Jeonghan offers before his head ducks away from your computer.

You laugh quietly, trying your best not to distract Seokmin as you run across the office to catch up with your new friend who is already prancing giddily towards the cafeteria.

“There’s my princess!” a voice rings from the canteen counter as you enter behind a giggling Jeonghan. You watch as he greets a group of four men, all of them immediately jumping into easy conversation.

“Oh! I have a new friend to introduce you to.” he says, ushering you over. “Okay,” he begins “this is Y/N , it’s their first day - be nice. Y/N, meet Minghao, Hoshi, Dino, and you’ve already met Shua.”

You nod politely and smile, feeling slightly overwhelmed by all the new things happening around you.

“C’mon, let's get you some food.” Dino says, letting you take his place in the queue,

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Whichever slop your school was serving that day, splatters onto your tray as you move along the counter absentmindedly, all your attention being funnelled into Seokmin and his retelling of his chaotic maths class. It’s your last week at middle school and you’ve been placing an emphasis on this summer being ‘the best summer of your life’, your fourteen year-old self begging for the fantasy of adulthood that you had crafted throughout your childhood.

Seokmin smiles smugly at you as the lunch lady loads extra fries onto his plate, she clearly has a soft spot for him - a sentiment that, apparently, does not carry over to you. You trail behind your bestfriend, with a pathetic serving of fries as you reach your regular table and prepare to spend your lunch talking and joking around (and sharing whatever gossip you’d overheard in the halls) , the way that you do everyday. And, just like every other day, Seokmin shares his fries with you, despite his teasing.

“Next year….” you begin, he catches your gaze with soft eyes that tell you he’s listening, “We’ll still be us right? I don’t want things to change because of highschool. We’ll still be friends?” you finish blurting out.

“Always, Dandelion.” he replies, with the sweet nickname reserved only for his use before nodding his gently and looking down at the table coyly, “We’ll always be us, I promise.”

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Over lunch, you learn a lot about your new workplace. Hoshi and Jeonghan are more than happy to catch you up on the office drama and share any new developments with the rest of the group. They also tell you about a work dinner at the end of the week, and thank god, the do’s and don’ts for any (common) situations that might occur at said event, (apparently Seungcheol is an excitable drunk.)

After finishing your meal, the six of you return to the office. As you're leaving, though, you spot some takeout containers and immediately think of Seokmin and his tendency to get grumpy when he’s hungry. You sigh, your heart and mind falling gladly into old patterns, “go ahead, I’ll be there in a bit.” you call out to the group as you turn back towards the cafeteria.

With an assortment of food in your hand, you walk confidently in the direction of yours and Seokmin’s desks and… he’s not there. Where did he go? He literally hasn’t moved all day and now he disappears, leaving you to stand around like a lost idiot?

“He’s in a meeting.” someone mutters ahead of you.

“Ah, ok.” you reply, offering Minghao an awkward smile.

“It’ll probably run late, I wouldn’t bother waiting around” he adds.

“Oh I wasn’t gonna… thank you.” you resign, to which he nods happily and returns to his own desk. You place the food on Seokmin’s desk, not knowing what else to do with it, and follow suit.

Despite your will to be productive, you find your attention drifting back to the lunchbox. You haven’t seen each other in almost ten years, is this weird? Does he still like the same food? What if he hates it? What if he hates you?

Okay. Calm down. It’s just Seokmin, your Minnie, the boy you caught bugs with when you were little.

You resolve to write a post-it note, at least then he’ll know it’s not poisoned. You write about four different notes before settling on a simple ‘Eat Me’, sticking it atop of the container and quieting your mind just enough.

The next day, you come into the office, hungry and sleep deprived, to find his desk empty again. You try not to think anything of it, that is until you find a sticky note on your desk. A simple ‘Thank you’ is written atop of a small box of cookies. The cookies you ate every morning in highschool. He remembers. He hardly even speaks to you but he remembers.

What the fuck does that mean?

It does mean something, right?

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If the best day of your life was the day you met Seokmin, the worst day of your life would be the day he left.

You’re fifteen, standing in the unusually quiet hallways of your highschool, waiting for your best friend to finish his class so that you can walk home together. Over the past few months, something has shifted between you, maybe it was just teenage hormones but suddenly, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him, dazed by his bright smile, his sharp features, his fluffy hair, lost in how pretty Seokmin was (the same Seokmin you ruthlessly wedgied throughout your childhood.) Suddenly, everytime he hugged you, your stomach filled with butterflies and your cheeks flushed and yet you didn’t want to let go. But it was probably just hormones… no big deal.

He’s off when you’re walking home, concerningly quiet and, despite your prying he insists he’s fine, that he’ll tell you later.

“So Seungmin’s having a party on Saturday and I’m begging you to come, please?” you ask.

“I can’t.” He states quietly.

“Pleaseee, you know I can’t live without you!” you reply, lacing your fingers with his and swinging playfully in an attempt to cheer him up.

“I won’t be here.”

“Huh?”

“I’m leaving, Dad’s job- fuck I was going to tell you its just…” he runs his hands through his hair as you look at each other with tear-filled eyes. “It’s just,” he continues “It’s you, It’s fucking you, I don’t want to leave you… ever.”

You offer a comforting smile, deciding he’s more important than the sadness running through you right now.

“It’s okay!” you reply with a joyous tone, hoping it will cover up your tears and the way that your voice falters everytime you meet his eyes. “We’ve still got time! When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow night?”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” he says through tears and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him go so long without smiling.

“Hey, hey,” you caress his cheek gently, wiping away his tears, “we’ll still see each other a lot, we can visit each other, right?”

He nods.

“Promise?” you ask.

“Promise.” he mumbles before pulling you into a bittersweet hug.

“I’ll come see you before we leave, okay?” he says.

“Please.” you reply, still finding sanctuary, nuzzled against his chest.

The next day you wake up early, checking your phone repeatedly for a text from him but nothing. You try to do homework but you don’t even want to focus. You try to watch a film but miss half of it as your mind overthinks and distracts you.

It’s 2PM, no texts.

At 4PM, you call him, no answer.

You sit in your room and wait for him, for a text, a call, a knock on the door, anything.

6PM, still nothing.

8:30PM, you’re still waiting.

9PM, you’ll give it another hour.

10:15PM, just a bit longer.

By midnight, you’ve fallen asleep at the foot of your bed, your hand still clutching your phone, just in case.

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As the week continues, Seokmin remains cautious around you. He’s kind, as always, but not in his unique Seokmin way. There is almost an anxiety that emerges whenever you’re around each other. The air is thick with tension, with unspoken words and fading memories, broken promises and old patterns.

He only speaks to you about work. You tell yourself that it’s progress, at least he’s actually talking to you, even if you’re itching for more. It’s a strange feeling seeing him now, a mixing pot of conflicting emotions churning inside of you. Surely you should be upset with him but you’re not. Not when all the love you’ve held for your best friend is just as strong even after a decade.

You find it strange to watch him in a work environment; so mature and professional and yet, when you look at him you can still see the remnants of the giggling boy you know so well beneath the surface. Neither of you are teenagers anymore and you have to remind yourself that no matter how well he grew up, and he grew up very well, things had changed and there was nothing that you could do about it.

On Friday morning, he’s late to work, a rare occasion. He runs into the office breathlessly, visibly flustered.

“You okay?” you ask, when he arrives at your shared corner of the office, endeared by his red cheeks and bright eyes.

“Yeah, just overslept.”

You nod in response, letting him organise himself.

“Oh! Um,” he hands you a coffee from the cafe down the street, “to celebrate the end of your first week.”

You’re taken aback by the gesture, especially by the name written on the side of the cup: ‘Dandy’.

And that’s when you know you’re well and truly fucked, doomed to have Seokmin in your heart and on your mind for the rest of your life.

You wonder if he knows what he’s doing or if he’s just being a nice coworker, a friend. It’s the proud grin on his face that he attempts to hide from you as he saunters over to his desk that tells you that maybe he does know.

As time passes, you’ve begun to see more of the Seokmin you loved through your childhood. The passion returns to his eyes, shining like stardust, he says your name softly again, less hesitantly, like he’s remembered who you are but, most importantly he was smiling. The toothy grin that makes you melt and captivates you in an instant. And you think that maybe, even if the both of you refuse to say it, he knows.

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“Excited for tonight?” Jeonghan whispers as he mischievously skirts around your desk in an attempt to look busy without actually working.

You turn to face him, an eyebrow raised, “Tonight?”

“Dinner? Work dinner? Drinks?”

“Oh! Yep, excited, yes.”

…You weren’t exactly excited. In fact, up until thirty seconds ago, you had been drafting a text to your friends about an impromptu game night but, you guess that’s off the table.

“I’ll text you the address!” Jeonghan yells as he’s dragged back to work by Minghao.

His directions lead you to a cosy pub-restaurant hidden away in the suburbs. You stand across the road, watching from afar and hyping yourself up for the night. It’s weird honestly, usually you love being social but tonight the nerves running through you feel like a swarm of bees in your veins, your fingers bouncing back and forth as you shift from one foot to the other.

Okay, get your shit together, it's just a couple of beers with your work friends.

Slowly but surely, you walk towards the pub. That is until you lose your balance on the loose paving, your feet disappearing from underneath you and suddenly your body meets the sidewalk, great.

“Dandy! Dandy, are you okay?”

Of course he’s here, just your luck. You sit up as Seokmin jogs over to you, your face hot with embarrassment.

“Yeah.” you mumble, slightly disoriented, “I just wasn’t looking where I was walking. Where did you come from?”

You don’t dare to make eye contact with him, even as he crouches down next to you, clearly concerned.

“I just got here, just in time I guess.”

“Mhm, my hero.”

“C’mon, let's get you to the bench.”

With your weight resting against him, you hobble to a nearby bench where he sits you down before returning to crouch next to you. Your eyes remain firmly glued to your newest enemy (yes, the sidewalk.) You hear him tut as he examines your injuries and you have to take a deep breath to calm your growing embarrassment.

“Okay,” he hums as a plan seemingly forms in his head, “step one.”

You feel a tugging on your foot, looking down to watch the top of his head as he firmly ties your shoelace. He lifts his head, looking up at you, his eyes sparkling under the moonlight, soft and sweet, with a comforting smile. You find yourself smiling back and in those few silent seconds, it’s like time has stopped. It’s just you and him and it’s good, you’re good. In those few silent seconds, there’s no heartbreak, no anger, no guilt, no yearning. In the few silent seconds when your eyes meet it’s as if your past melts away, it’s just the two of you as you are and you don’t need to say anything. All of the times that you’ve wanted to scream at him, cry, and laugh have all faded away - your eyes meet and you understand, he understands.

“Oh shit, your hand.” he says, suddenly searching through his jacket pockets.

Your hand is grazed from the fall, bruised at worst, maybe it’ll scab a bit but, no big deal. You hear him rustling around with some packaging and draw your attention away from your palm to find him peeling open a bandaid.

“You just carry those around with you?”

“Habit. I’ve been doing it since I was 9.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Because you’re the clumsiest person I’ve ever met.” he explains, flashing you another smile and a cheeky wink. You laugh quietly as the tension melts away.

Nothing lasts forever though, the tension returns soon after but this time, it’s different. Your giggles are cut short when he gently caresses your hand, moving it further under the street lights. He applies the band aid gently, his touch, although light, sends sparks through you. Flattening the bandage flush against your skin, you let out a quiet wince as he brushes against your graze,

“Sorry.” He says, guilt tainting his usually bright tone.

“It’s okay,” you smile, “Thank you, really.”

You take his hands and help him up and off of the floor. He smiles, timidly this time.

“I’ll buy you a pint, come on.” you say, finally reaching the pub entrance.

Any anxiety you had been feeling earlier had been swiftly knocked out of you by the pavement, it wasn’t as if you had much dignity left to lose anyway.

The pub is mesmerising, old beer bottles crafted into chandeliers, good music underlying happy chatter and dim lighting, providing a cosy and intimate atmosphere. It’s busy inside but not overwhelmingly so, just enough to keep the energy high.,

Dino waves you over to the table, a pint waiting for you in his hand. You skip over happily, your heart feeling light.

“I thought our Seokmin wasn’t going to come tonight?” Hoshi says to the man behind you, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

“Oh…uh yeah changed my mind but I can leave if you want.” He stammers.

The table erupts in response, all of your coworkers welcoming Seokmin (somewhat aggressively). He looks over at you apprehensively, nervous eyes seeking confirmation.

You smile gently, “Stay, Min. I promised you a drink.”

He nods shyly, taking a seat across from you at the table. You chat openly with your new coworkers, as eager to learn more about them as they are to learn about you. You glance at him briefly every so often, only to find that he’s already looking at you. Even when he’s deep in conversation with someone else, his eyes float over to you, his finger drawing lazy circles on the rim of his glass, his dark eyes finding yours through his shelter of wavy hair.

When the food arrives he is quick to reach across to your plate and pick the eggplant out of your meal, remembering your dislike for it. You exchange awkward smiles as he piles the vegetable onto his own plate, a silent acknowledgment of your past.

At some point in the night, the conversation becomes nostalgic, reminiscing on your teen years - a dangerous path for you.

“No no no!” Jeonghan objects, “Karaoke is essential for Wednesday’s, it's literally the sole reason I finished High School.”

“You have to go on Fridays. That’s what we did,” Seokmin points to you, “It’s a celebration.”

Your eyes widen at his casual mention of your old pastimes. For some reason you had assumed that yours and Seokmin’s history was something that neither of you should discuss.

“We?” Joshua asks, “Did you two know each other?”

“Uh, we were friends…growing up” you explain, looking over at Seokmin for approval. He nods, his lips pressed together almost apologetically.

“What the fuck happened to make you act like strangers then?” Hoshi pipes up.

“Nothing, he just uh, moved away.” you attempt to make it sound as positive as possible, to hide the way it left you heartbroken because, he wasn’t just your friend, he was your soulmate.

“Huh, weird, okay.”

“Why is that weird?” you ask, slightly defensive.

“No, no I just thought there was gonna be more than that, some young love shit or something.”

You laugh off his comment, “You’re too dramatic for your own good.”

As midnight nears, the group begins to split off, most heading home, some continuing the party elsewhere. Your coworkers leave one by one until you’re left at the table with Minghao, Jeonghan and Seokmin. Whilst you nurse your last drink quietly, you listen to Seokmin charm the other two about a new project and find yourself smiling to yourself. You’re still amazed by his sweet talking and comforted to find that maybe he hasn’t changed as much as you had thought.

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One month later, you can confidently say that you and Seokmin are friends again. Even if you both steer clear of your past, at least you have him in your life to laugh with again.

It’s a boring Wednesday when Joshua calls the both of you into a meeting room. You’re confused, did you miss a memo? Were you meant to be having a meeting right now? Did you do something wrong?

“Okay so,” Joshua begins, “We have a slight issue and I’m gonna need you two to help fix it?”

You and Seokmin turn to each other, equally puzzled.

“We need someone to represent us for the expo in Jeju. It’s just two days, one night, you’ll leave tomorrow morning.”

Seokmin lets out a frustrated sigh, “We don’t work in marketing though?”

“Marketing is uh… tied down right now so, it's you.”

“Does it have to be us?”

Ouch.

“You two are the best option, you know what you’re doing plus, you’ll look good in pictures.” Joshua says, buttering you up. “Please, I’ll owe you.”

You look at Seokmin, nodding at him once. You’re happy to go, it's Jeju for God’s sake. You’re slightly offended that he doesn’t seem excited, it’s hard to feel like you’re not the reason behind his hesitation even after all the progress you’ve made.

“Fine. Yeah okay, we’ll go.”

“Thank you! Thank you, I owe you big time!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

You practically run out of the office that night, eager to get home and pack. Once you open your front door, you speed past a now baffled Mingyu and head to your room.

With your suitcase open on your bed, you begin to pick out outfits for the trip, carefully folding your formal clothes and carelessly throwing in the rest.

“Are you… going somewhere?” Mingyu asks, standing in your doorway.

“Work trip. I’m going to Jeju with Seokmin for a couple days, it’s last minute but-”

“Seokmin? Seokmin, childhood best friend turned coworker? Seokmin who ghosted you? Seokmin, the one that got away, Seokmin?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say ‘the one that got away’ but yes, that Seokmin.”

“Oh you have to keep me updated on everything” Your roommate says excitedly.

“You’re weird.” You joke, attempting to brush him off.

“Pleaseee.” He replies, grinning giddily, his hands clasped together.

“Okay” you say with a sigh, how can he be so excited about a trip he’s not even going on?

“Yippee!” Mingyu squeals, leaving your room with a hop in his step whilst you watch, laughing loudly.

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The next morning, you arrive at the airport to find Seokmin waiting for you outside. He is leant against a pillar, earphones in and clearly captivated by something on his phone. You walk up to him smiling, standing in front of him and bending down to bring your face into his line of sight, separating him from his phone.

“Hi” you say softly, he only hums back, looking up from his phone briefly to check the flight board.

“Are you okay…?” you ask hesitantly, concerned by the return of his cold behavior.

“Yeah, sorry, just didn’t sleep well.”

You nod, offering a sympathetic smile, “Should we go?”

“Right, yeah.” He slips his phone into his pocket and grabs his suitcase.

Just as you begin your walk towards your gate, his hand brushes yours, sending butterflies to your stomach. You look up at him to confirm that it was probably an accident. But, that’s not what you find. Instead, he’s already looking at you with a small awkward smile. You raise an eyebrow at him, silently asking what he wants.

“Your suitcase.”

“Oh.”

You take your hand off of the handle slowly. The bar is swiftly covered by his hand, wrapping around the handle wordlessly. He returns his gaze to the path ahead of you, walking confidently ahead and leaving you to trail behind, speechless. Every signal he sends confuses you more, all of them so different from the last you wish you had the balls to just grab him by the collar and ask him what he’s thinking.

When you arrive at the hotel, you’re in awe. You don’t think you’ve ever seen a hotel so fancy, let alone had the chance to stay in one. The building is surrounded by flowers and orange trees like a canopy to protect you from reality. The sun shines down on you gently as the sound of waves hitting the rocks from afar fills your ears. You take a deep breath and smile to yourself, suddenly at peace in this quiet moment. That is until, Seokmin enters your line of view, strolling towards the entrance with both of your suitcases in hand and you remember why you’re here.

“Hi, can we check in? The booking should be under the name ‘Hong’”

“No worries! Let me grab your information, are you here for the expo?”

Seokmin hums in response, watching as your eyes scan the lobby, taking in its grandeur.

“Alright! There’ll be a mixer for representatives at 8pm, just pop back down here to collect your free drink tickets.” The clerk says, handing Seokmin a room key with a smile.

“Thanks” Seokmin says, turning to leave before pausing, “Sorry, is there… only one room?”

“Um, let me double check.” the clerk returns to the computer, “Only one room booked under Hong.” She clarifies.

“Alright, no worries, thank you!” The two of you head towards the elevator in a comfortable silence.

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Opening the hotel room door, the two of you share a sigh of relief at the sight of two beds. Whilst it was true the two of you had grown closer over the past two months, you weren’t exactly ready to recreate your middle school sleepovers.

You claim the bed by the window quickly, flopping down onto it excitedly as he watches from afar. You turn your head, grinning at him as you sink into the mattress.

He laughs at your childishness quietly, “I’m gonna jump in the shower, if that’s okay?”

“Go ahead!” you reply, reaching for your phone, ready to scroll mindlessly.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watch as he runs his hand slowly through his hair, gaze fixed on his open suitcase. You’ve forgotten, after all of these years, just how gorgeous he is. How majestic he looks without even trying.

You return to your phone, slightly embarrassed by just how intently you had been watching him. Upon reflection, your eyes should’ve stayed on your screen but of course, you have zero self-control. Time seems to slow when your gaze shifts back to Seokmin who is in the midst of lifting his t-shirt up over his head.

Okay, Yeah. These feelings definitely aren’t just platonic.

He clears his throat, his t-shirt now bunched up in his hands and his eyes on you. You’ve been caught, shit. You can feel your face heat up instantly as you mutter an embarrassed apology and turn onto your side, away from him. You hear him chuckle under his breath whilst he continues to rummage through his suitcase. Any attempts to distract yourself fail completely, feeling your heart beat rapidly as you stare widely at the blank wall in front of you in pure disbelief.

An exhale of relief escapes you once you hear the shower turn on and his ethereal vocals leak through the bathroom door.

“Dandy, wake up”

You groan and roll over to find Seokmin sitting on the edge of your bed, a hand gently stroking your hair. He looks heavenly in a white button up and a loose tie, hair curly and still slightly damp.

“What time is it?” you hum, still in a sleepy daze.

“Um… 7:58?” he responds, guiltily.

“PM? Why didn’t you wake me up? You say, shooting up from the bed immediately and scrambling to find an outfit and fix your bedhead.

“You looked like you needed it.”

“Thanks for the compliment” you laugh.

“Not like that ugh.” he groans, bickering playfully.

Hurriedly trying to fasten your bracelet, you swear incoherently as it drops to the floor again. Picking it back up and wrapping it around your wrist again, his warm hands cover yours as he appears in front of you and begins to fiddle with the clasp.

“Hold still.”

You look up at him, his eyebrows scrunched up in concentration as his hand moves down to gently angle your wrist towards him.

“There.” He says, satisfied, looking back up to meet your eyes.

You thank him with bated breath, your hands still resting in his, electricity humming between you. “We’re gonna be late.”

“Right, yes. Lets- lets go.” he replies, hiding his hands abruptly in his trouser pockets and heading to the door.

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The hotel bar is dimly lit and filled with a crowd of people dressed in near identical outfits. You both head towards the bar, sensing already that you’ll need a couple of drinks to get through the evening.

His attention is drawn away from you as soon as the cold of the pint glass meets your palm.

“Leo!” He calls to a man across the room, “Old friend, be right back, don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” he whispers to you with a reassuring grin.

His space next to you is filled almost immediately by a guy you’ve never seen before who introduces himself as Haru. He offers to buy you a drink to which you decline, showing him your still full beer glass. He initiates small talk that leaves your focus wandering around the room. He’s clearly trying to flirt and you’re clearly not interested.

After a gruelling half an hour, you shoot Seokmin a desperate ‘save me’ look and thank God that he’s played enough mafia games to connect the dots.

It sends shivers through you when he appears behind you, his arm gently slipping around your waist, “Who’s this?” Seokmin asks, looking down at you with loving eyes. Your heart beats rapidly as you speak, flustered by his affection.

“This is uh…Haru.”

“Ah nice to meet you Haru.” He says, offering out his hand.

The man looks visibly frustrated by Seokmin’s interruption, denying his handshake, “And who are you?” he asks.

“Their boyfriend.” Seokmin replies, moving his hand from your waist to hold your hand and squeezing it gently, hoping you’ll play along even through your shock.

You look down at your intertwined fingers and smile, even if he’s just rescuing you, even if it’s all pretend, you feel your heart grow happier and your stomach fluttering.

Haru walks away, setting his sights on a new target and finally leaving you alone.

You thank Seokmin coyly, slightly embarrassed that you needed his help just to shut down a conversation.

“Should we get some fresh air?” he asks.

“Mm,” you hum, “Let me get a refill first.”

The both of you trail back to the bar, empty glasses in hand, his hand in yours slowly becoming the most natural thing in the world.

You hardly notice that you’re still interlinked when you reach the hotel garden, staking your claim on a patch of grass that overlooks the sea. You close your eyes and envelope yourself in the ocean breeze and sounds of the rolling waves and distant seagulls, revelling in the fresh air and calmness that washes over you now that you’ve escaped the crowded hotel bar.

“Dandy?”

You open your eyes to find Seokmin sat close by your side holding out a napkin and pen. His eyes are sparkling in the moonlight, swirls of passion and kindness drawing you in. He calls you quietly, softly, as if you’d fade away if he’s too loud. He must be utterly unaware of the way he makes you feel, the way he’s made you feel since you were teenagers.

You raise a questioning eyebrow at him, unsure of what he wants from you.

“ Here.”

“Huh?”

“You never finished your drawing.” he pauses, “The dandelions. When we were, what? Seven or eight?”

“Seven.”

“You should finish it… if you want to.” He hands you the napkin and points to your left where you find two lone dandelions standing strong, persistent against the wind.

You smile. A smile so wide your jaw starts to hurt. A smile so strong that you can’t quell it - not that you want to. It’s true that this moment, sat beside your best friend, after all these years, drawing under the moonlight is the moment when you feel happiness, the most content.

This is your ‘this is it’ moment.

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You're delicately cross-hatching the stem when he breaks the silence.

“I- uh, I’m…”

You break your focus to turn to him, he’s looking down at his hands which are busy carefully dissecting a fallen leaf.

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry. I was a bad friend to you. That day. I shouldn’t have left. Especially not without saying goodbye. It was the stupidest thing that I’ve ever done. I just couldn’t bring myself to let you go. I was a selfish idiot and I’m sorry. There was so much I wanted to tell you but I was a coward and I hurt you… it hurt me too. Fuck.”

You listen intently, nodding along and slipping your hand into his as his breath grows shaky. His words are full of heart-breaking guilt and, as he speaks, you want nothing more than to take all of his pain away,

“Minnie.” you begin, “You were never a bad friend, you weren’t a coward. You were sixteen. We were kids, of course we’re going to do dumb things and be scared because that’s what kids do. But it’s okay because now, we’re here and we can make up for lost time and be us again.”

“Us?”

“Do you have a problem with that?” you ask, jokingly.

He laughs, “No I quite like it, actually.”

It’s then that it hits you. Just how much you’ve missed this, him. His laugh is bright, the kind that colors your world, makes the birds sing louder, the sun shine brighter. Hearing it again, you feel a warmth run through you, relief and happiness, you’re back.

“What’s the gossip then?” you ask, nudging him playfully.

“The gossip?”

“The things you were going to tell me all those years ago..”

“Oh. Uh. Later maybe. Get on with your drawing.”

“Oh, real.” You reply, turning back to your napkin, his eyes following you gently.

“Oh shit. My beer!” you exclaim as you watch the pint glass topple over onto the grass.You lie back, exasperated.

Seokmin laughs again, watching as your hair meets the lawn, “Clumsy as ever.”

You look at him with an aggressive look, one that says you’ll kill him if he keeps laughing at your misfortune.

“I’ll get you another.”

You smile and thank him sweetly as he stands up and walks back towards the hotel, leaving you staring up at the night sky, memorising each glowing star that hangs above you with a smile that you think might never leave.

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“C’mon Dandelion, let's get you to bed.” He says gently, offering you his hand to pull you up off of the grass.

It’s been a few hours since you wandered outside and you’ve had a bit too much to drink. You make grabby hands at Seokmin, willing him to sit back down beside you, not wanting your evening to end just yet,

“Noooo please, it’s so pretty out here! Look at the stars, they’re so pretty!”

He looks down at you, soft eyes, biting down on his lip in order to stifle any laughter that might emerge because of your drunken state

“Pretty, yes. But, you’ll catch a cold if you stay here any longer!”

He threads his arm around your waist, helping you to stand up and making sure you’ll stay that way.

“You too.” you slur, “Pretty,”

He laughs at your drunken vulnerability, fully aware of just how much tonight is going to haunt you once you sober up.

“Thanks, you too.”

You hum happily, “What did you want to say before you left?”

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll tell you when you’re a bit more…awake.”

“Hey! I’m fucking awake right now!”

He laughs quietly and you fall into a comfortable quiet as you trudge through the garden and into the hotel.

“You know I was going to tell you something too.”

“Is that so?” He asks as you lean into him, his hand combing through your hair as you adorn a smitten smile.

“Mhm! You were always so unaware though,” Your smile becomes a grumpy frown that’s more fitting for a sulky toddler.

He watches as you continue blabbering.

“You only ever saw me as your friend, do you know how frustrating that was? You were so clueless, I guess I was too but still! I just had to watch you everyday be all pretty and when I finally think I have any courage you just leave? Kind of rude, I say.”

He laughs quietly to himself, endeared.

“Ok, let's get you to sleep, now.” He says, opening the door to your hotel room.

Once inside you clumsily flop down onto your bed, kicking off your shoes and melting into the mattress. Seokmin follows behind, careful to stop you from injuring yourself or the furniture.

“Sleepy?”

You give a peaceful hum in response as he lifts the blanket up and lets it fall gently over you. He smiles again fondly, watching your eyelids flutter as you fight the urge to sleep.

“Alright, goodnight.” Seokin says gently as he turns off the lamp.

“Min.” you call suddenly, watching him move towards the bathroom.

“Dandy.”

“Don’t leave.” you plead, a quiver in your voice that you’re unaware of, “Please.”

“We’re literally sharing this room, don’t worry.”

“Stay with me… please?” you repeat.

He walks back over to your bedside, stroking your hair affectionately, “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

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The next morning, you’re awoken by the sun beating down on you through the window and the alarm sounding from across the room that makes your ears ache.

“Mingyu…” you mumble to yourself in a hungover daze, “turn it off.”

When the alarm continues to sound, you force yourself to open your eyes, the sunlight making your head throb to no end. You groan and familiarise yourself with your surroundings.

Right. Not in your apartment. You’re in a hotel on a work trip.

Christ, you’re this hungover on a work trip?

A heaviness on your left hand prevents you from sitting up. Rolling over to investigate, you find a sleeping Seokmin on the floor with only a pillow and thin blanket. His hand is in yours, stretched up into the air to meet you as he grumbles in his dreams.

A smile spreads uncontrollably across your face, your heart melting at the sight and, for a moment, your hangover dissolves away, leaving only love in your eyes.

But nothing lasts forever. Soon enough your headache evolves into a strong thump like there’s a rock rattling around in your brain and you begin to piece together everything that happened the night before.

Jesus..

You flop yourself back down onto the mattress with a frustrated groan. If there’s one thing you’re good at, it’s embarrassing yourself. Why the fuck did you say all that? God, he probably thinks you’re insane or a loser or just plain dumb to ramble on the way that you did.

At this moment, there’s only one thing you’re completely sure of, you need to get out of this hotel room before Seokmin wakes up.

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As the door shuts, you lean back against the wall and sink down to the floor, your head in your hands.

For fucks sake.

At least one positive thing has come out of your stupidity, you’ve discovered your hidden talent for sneaking out of a tiny hotel room.

Walking down to the hotel lobby, you’re greeted by the same smiley clerk from the morning before.

“Rough night?” she asks as you pass by on your way to breakfast.

You smile politely and nod whilst she continues, “Where’s your boyfriend?”

“Oh he’s not- he’s still asleep.” you reply, flushed cheeks as you fail to escape the previous night.

She nods and returns her focus to her work, letting you seek the cup of coffee you so badly desire,

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To your relief, you don’t see Seokmin until later in the day once you’ve been stuffed in a crowded room. Everyone around you is preparing to pitch a product they’re clearly tired of seeing on a daily basis. As soon as he walks through the door, his eyes search the room for you. You are trapped in a laborious conversation about investment when you feel his hand on your arm, tugging your attention away.

Looking up at him, his eyes search yours for answers about your disappearance and it's then that you realize that when you’d ran away without explanation, you’d done the one thing that, last night, you’d sworn you would never do.

“Fuck, Seokmin I-”

Your apology is cut short as he pulls you into a tight embrace, your cheeks burning as his arms wrap around you in the midst of the crowded room.

“It’s okay.” He says under his breath, lifting a hand up to gently stroke your hair before pulling away from you. You exchange solemn, knowing smiles.

“We’ll talk later?”

You nod shyly, nerves rising inside of you at the prospect.

“Right,” he continues, “should we… get to work?”

You both look around the room and observe the bustling displays of capitalism around you.

“Good idea.” you smile.

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“So, last night…” Seokmin begins, pushing food around his plate.

You smile with embarrassment as your eyes fall to your own plate. Here we go.

‘What you said about… you know-”

“I’m sorry, I was drunk and I didn’t know what I was saying, and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” Your attempt at damage control has turned you into nothing less than a rambling mess.

“No, please don’t apologise I just-”

“Here’s your bill sir.” The waiter seems to appear out of nowhere and you both immediately fall silent.

Seokmin pays the bill quickly, despite your opposition that he buys you dinner after all of the chaos you’ve caused.

You can see his mind racing a mile a minute as you walk lazily back to the hotel. The silence stays with you, a shadow clinging to you under the moonlight.

The air is thick with tension as everything unsaid hangs around you, your half finished conversation replaying over and over again in torturous thought. And yet, you still can’t manage to tear your eyes away from him, his presence alone sending you into a pining spiral.

The elevator hums as you stand shoulder to shoulder and finally, after half an hour, he breaks the silence.

“Do you believe in that thing?” he mumbles.

“Hm?”

“Y’know, drunk words are sober thoughts?”

A small laugh leaves your mouth and you thank god that the elevator reaches your floor, giving you a bit more time to contemplate how to answer him.

Once you enter the hotel room, Seokmin turns to you, taking your bag and placing it on the chair in the corner.

“Well?” he asks, “Are drunk words sober thoughts?”

Your face grows hot as he smiles sweetly and steps closer.

“I- I guess, yeah.” You whisper, your heart feels like it's about to burst out of your chest.

“Good. So do I.”

Oh.

He nears even closer until you’re sandwiched between him and the wall.

“Min…” you mumble, breathless.

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

But you don’t move a muscle. Of course you don’t. It’s him for god’s sake. Your Seokmin, finally yours again.

His breathing is heavy as he inches closer, his hands now resting on your waist until you’re forced to move your neck to look at him, smiling. His lips brush hesitantly against yours, you are both so aware of how much weight the next action will have on your relationship, with every touch there’s a shaking sense of nerves and longing.

His kiss is gentle and sweet, cautious. His hand cups your face sweetly, as if he’s scared that he'll break you. Electricity surges through the air, sparking between you as you lean into him

Being wrapped up in his arms as you are right now, his lips on yours, the world melts away. All the anxiety and fear you’ve ever felt is gone, your past is forgotten - its just you and him. Everything has changed and yet, with him it’s the same, you’re a teenager again and nothing could take you away from one another.

You come to a slow, breathless and dazed. He traps you in a warm embrace, his heart beat pushing against your shirt.

“You haven’t left my mind since that first day. I’ve loved you everyday, even when we were apart. I’m sorry for making you wait, I just- I just need you now,” he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, mumbling soft kisses as he talks, “If you’ll have me.”

“Min.” You say softly, lifting his head up so you can see him in all of his ethereal beauty, “It’s you and me always, don’t forget that.”

A smile of relief appears on his face as he looks down at you through sparkling eyes. He spins you around excitedly, smiling wide and laughing loud, like a puppy chasing its tail.

“Finally, my Dandy!!”

You giggle as you spin, completely enamoured by the man before you.

His face is bright and happy. He is Seokmin again, your Seokmin.

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