#DoKyeom x reader

[seungcheorry]

"baby, remind me to buy some more lotion tomorrow, we're running out of it", dokyeom says as he walks out of the bathroom, finding you already snuggled up in bed.

"yeah, sure."

he murmurs a tiny 'thank you', plugging his phone to the charger and getting ready to sleep himself. when he shuts the lights off, you can't help but groan a little, shrinking in bed as your body automatically responds to the darkness.

it's not that you're a kid, you know there are no monsters under the bed and that your blanket can't protect you from everything; but total darkness does make you anxious, it feels like it brings out all of your insecurities and intrusive thoughts and your body can't seem to relax, your mind wondering if there's anything hidden in the shadows even though you know the physical limits the walls gives you.

so you're already preparing yourself mentally to another long night - and you don't blame dokyeom, because if he likes to sleep in total darkness in his own house then it's okay -, when said boyfriend clicks at something, and suddenly there's a soft, comfortable light coming from a moon shaped lamp at the corner of his room. it isn't bright, but it's enough to not make you hold your breath as you can see the whole room now.

"what is that?", you softly ask him.

"a lamp, i hope", dokyeom jokes, finally laying on the bed beside you. "i bought it yesterday, for when you're here."

"why?"

dokyeom looks at you, a confused expression on his face.

"what do you mean 'why', baby? you don't like sleeping in the dark, so i bought it for you."

he doesn't miss the way you pout at his soft words. "you didn't have to..."

"nah, i wanted to", dokyeom pulls you close by wrapping an arm around your hips. "i noticed how you keep rolling around the bed when you sleep here, and how there's always a light on when we sleep in your place. it's okay."

again, you pout - and this time, dokyeom kisses your lips with a chuckle. "cutie."

"thank you for this, it means a lot", you sincerely say, looking back at the lamp.

"you're welcome, my love."

[chugging-antiseptic-dye]

when seventeen cooks for you 🍝:

[studioeisa]

seokmin, who is widely regarded to have the most boyfriend material-like photos in the group, has a little secret. if he looks like a boyfriend in his photos— well, it's because he is.

seokmin, who will shyly smile at you when you're out on dates. you already know what he needs before he asks.

seokmin is never any less embarrassed about making this request. when you take his phone and unlock it, you're at least comforted by the fact that his home screen is a photo of the two of you.

seokmin will tell you everything from "you know all my best angles" to "you have an eye for lighting." you might think he's flattering you, but he's dead serious. his favorite photos of himself have been captured by you.

seokmin never questions your creative direction. if you instruct him to take a sip of his drink, he'll happily oblige. if you tell him to look away from the camera, he'll snap his neck around. ask him to jump and he'll say "how high?"

seokmin, who is generous with his affection and his compliments. he'll prop his chin over your shoulder and hug you from behind as the two of you assess the photos. "you got my good side here," he'll point out about one picture. "i like how you framed that," he'll say of another.

seokmin understands, however, that some things are sacred. like this: when you're reviewing pictures, and there's one that you really like? all you have to say is off-limits, and seokmin knows what that means.

seokmin doesn't care if it's the best photo he's ever taken. he doesn't care if it will feed in to the delusions of his many fans, if it's likely to make the internet go wild. if you call a photo off-limits, then he won't post it. it's yours. wholly yours.

seokmin, who, after all this time, still falls for your one favorite tricks. when you're trying to get him smile a certain way? sometimes, instead of saying cheese, you'll say i love you!

seokmin, whose grin is bright and wide in those photos. and, sometimes, if you squint just enough— you'll notice that he's actually looking at the person behind the camera.

[fleurstruck]

the music is blasting from your home speakers in the living room, all the while you and your boyfriend are in the kitchen singing along to every note with hands covered in soapy water. he'd shown you this musical that piqued his interest and now the both of you are hooked, singing snippets from songs throughout the day like parrots calling out to each other.

another song starts to play and you laugh once you realize you barely have the dishes done, a small pile of plates still left in the sink. you rinse your hands off, laughing as seokmin starts to sway his hips exaggeratedly to the beat and making faces at you while singing the main character's part. he ends his part with a dramatic flourish, passing you the bottle he'd been using as a mic which you take and sing into.

eventually, the both of you move out of the kitchen and into the living room, laughing and smiling as your voice cracks on the high note. you wouldn't trade anything else in the world for a night like this, where the sink is full of dishes and your sleeves are somehow wet from your performance.

[jinmindeulle]

support | lee seokmin

“Ugh, I hate this color”

“Yeah, it’s definitely not the one”

You gave Seokmin a side smile, proud of his character development in the world of make-up. 

At first, you have had to drag him into the store to help you buy new products to review them for your YouTube channel, with him understanding no more than the difference between the eyeliner and eyeshadows. 

But as time went by and your channel became more and more successful, Seokmin started paying more attention every time you asked him to go with you, especially after he made some appearances in your videos and was now regarded as the beauty boyfriend. 

Your followers had started to ask for him more and more often, and he took pride in that.

“What’s my next schedule?” 

“It’s a secret” you wiggled your eyebrows, taking his hand in yours to swap a lipstick. “Do you like this one?” 

“It goes well with my skin” he nodded, looking at you when you chuckled “What?”

“You’re about to take over the channel at this point, babe” you squished his lips with your free hand and planted a kiss on them. “Mwah”

“I just don’t like disappointing your followers” he gave you a proud smile, and you knew he was already deep into this new sense of responsibility he had gained over being the beauty boyfriend. 

“They keep asking for you to do my make-up in a livestream” 

“Will you let me?” 

The hope in his eyes made you think twice about your initial decision, because you were scared. Although most of the people had loved him and his bubbly personality, of course there were hate comments. You always got them, and you knew they were never going to go away — but as long as you were their target, you were fine.

With Seokmin, however, you had a problem. He was your treasure, and you had promised yourself to keep him safe, away from the haters. He was the only piece of your life that you needed to protect. 

“I don’t know, babe” you sighed, placing a couple of eyeshadow palettes into the basket he was carrying. 

“I promise I won’t read the comments if you don’t want me to” he reassured you, interlacing your hand in his as you moved to the payment line.

“It’s not only that” you pouted, hugging him with your free arm and leaving a kiss on his clothed chest “People are mean and you didn’t ask for this exposure. I can deal with it because I made the decision to pursue this”

“And I made the decision to support you and your dreams. So if that’s what it takes, I don’t care. I love doing this with you, love. We’ve connected in so many new ways.”

Your eyes filled with tears as he spoke, soft and sweet. He kissed your head and pressed his cheek on the same spot, embracing you to reassure his words.

“I love you” was all you could say. But Seokmin knew those words meant more than that. 

“And I, you”

¸.·✩·.¸¸.·¯⍣✩ seventeen masterlist ✩⍣¯·.¸¸.·✩·.¸

[hoshifighting]

how seventeen would act with reader having daddy issues

WARNINGS: it may be sensitive to some people, and there are mentions of past traumas and family issues. mostly of it is basically, seventeen and their family taking care of you <3

a/n: this was an ask that was in my inbox for a long time, sorry about this 🥺 and worse, I was writing it, and the light have gone off, so ivé lost the drabble and I cant find in my inbox, I just know that it was from my bestie hannieween, sorry about the long time 🥺🙏 I hope you like it

seungcheol: already planning how to spoil you just to make up for what you didn’t get. this man would not let you suffer through those awkward, tense family reunions. the second you even hint at feeling uncomfortable, he’s pulling you out of there and taking you straight to his family’s place. his dad, a total sweetheart. he’s the type to sit you down, ask how you’re doing, and genuinely listen. and that’s when it hits you—this is where seungcheol gets his protective streak. his dad’s got the same energy, always making sure you’re taken care of. it’s like you’re part of their family now, and honestly, it feels better than anything you’ve ever known.

jeonghan: he’s sneaky about it, but in the most loving way. like, he knows you’ve got that hole where support should be, and he’s filling it without making it obvious. he’d get his mom and dad to invite you over for a casual dinner, but then it’s all about you. “oh, y/n loves pasta, mom,” he’d say, nudging you under the table when you get shy. his parents adore you, and jeonghan’s sitting back, watching you laugh at his dad’s corny jokes with this smug little grin, like, yeah, that’s my baby.

joshua: he’d plan random trips to his family’s place, just so you can hang out with his mom. like, one weekend, you’re baking cookies with his mom, and the next, you’re playing guitar with his uncle. josh is always hovering, making sure you’re comfortable, but lowkey beaming when he sees you getting along with his family. he’s super patient, too—he never pushes, just waits for you to open up when you’re ready. and when you do... he’s holding your hand, whispering, “see? they love you, just like i do.”

junhui: he’d make sure you feel like you belong there too. he’d take you home during the holidays, and suddenly, his mom’s treating you like her own kid. jun would sit next to you at dinner, quietly making sure you’re okay, squeezing your hand under the table whenever he notices you getting overwhelmed. he’s just sitting there, watching it all unfold, thinking, yeah, this is what you deserve.

hoshi: this man would straight-up share his dad with you. like, he’d plan trips for the three of you—fishing, hiking, picnics, you name it. and he’d be so proud when you start opening up to his dad. he gets that it’s gonna take time, but when he sees you laughing at his dad’s terrible puns, he’s smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. sometimes, when hoshi’s away for schedules, you’d even hang out with his dad without him. he’ll be texting you like, “my dad loves you more than me now 😭.” and even when he’s away for work, his family still makes time for you, calling you over to hang out or have dinner.

woozi: jihoon’s not big on family talk, but he knows you are, and he gets it. instead of dragging you into his family stuff, he makes a point of creating a new kind of support for you. like, you want to skip a stressful family dinner? cool, you’re spending the night at his place, binge-watching your favorite shows and eating takeout. he’s not one for big gestures, but he makes sure you always know you’re not alone. his quiet, steady presence is the comfort you never knew you needed.

wonwoo: he’d just sit there, letting you talk, and then hit you with the most thoughtful response ever, like, “you didn’t deserve that, but you deserve everything good now. let me be that for you.” giving you the world’s warmest hug, he’d probably start joking about being your emotional support cat forever.

minghao: he fully believes in breaking cycles, so he’s the guy who helps you redefine what family even means. he’d take you to meet his ambient, his friends, his family, everywhere where he KNOWS you'll be taken care off. he’d also start little traditions with you, like Sunday morning walks or trying new restaurants, just to build something stable and comforting for you. he's not trying to be your dad—of course. but he's trying to make programs that he remembered doing with his dad and that somehow, marked his trajectory. he wants you to experience that too.

mingyu: when shit gets heavy, he doesn’t try to fix it all at once—he just sits with you, lets you cry on his shoulder, strokes your hair, and whispers, “you’re not alone, okay? you’ve got me.” when you’re ready, he’s like, “now, what do you want to do about it?” and he’ll back you no matter what. he’ll drag you out to do the most random shit—karaoke, late-night drives, baking cookies at 2 a.m.—just so you’re not stuck in your head. and when you thank him later, he’s like, “who, me? nah nah.”

seokmin: he is the kind of guy who’ll carry you—literally. if you’re overwhelmed, he’ll scoop you up like you weigh nothing and plant you on the couch with snacks, a blanket, and whatever dumb movie he picked. “you don’t need to do anything today,” he says, plopping down beside you with the softest smile. but also, he won’t sugarcoat things, but he also doesn’t let you get stuck in negative self-talk. “you’re worth more than what he made you feel.”

seungkwan: got a sixth sense for this kinda thing. you don’t even have to say the words—he knows. he’s the type to gently steer the convo every time someone in your family says something shitty, or he’ll swoop in with some sarcastic-ass joke to take the heat off you. but when it’s just the two of you, he’s soft as hell, cuddling you, stroking your hair, and reminding you that he’s your safe space now. he’d probably even offer to go with you to therapy, just to sit there and hold your hand.b

vernon: he’ll say the goofiest shit to make you laugh—like doing terrible impressions of your least favorite family members or purposely messing up on kendama. doesn’t even try to hide how much he loves you. when you’re down, he’s the type to turn everything into a you’re amazing campaign. random notes in your bag, impromptu “you’re so cool” chants, and hugs so tight they might crack your ribs.

chan: baby’s the sweetest. he’s lowkey hurt that you’ve had to deal with that kind of stuff, so he makes it his mission to show you what love and support really look like. chan’s family would love you, and he’d be so excited to share them with you. he’d plan little visits where it’s just you, him, and his parents, so it’s not overwhelming. later, he’d check in, like, “did you have fun? was it okay?” because all he wants is for you to feel loved and safe.

[cheolieji]

Uh, hi! Been reading ur work by a lot of time now and I really like it<3 just had never won the courage to actually come and make a request. Hm, I dunno if it's possible or if u r okay with writing it,

How about a svt x 14th member, like hm, they are in some award show or something and 14th member is way more stunning than usual on her outfit, like a real life doll. And well, svt members get like protective, a lil jealous? Like not a familyhood jealousy but like platonic? And a hyung line member(whoever u wish) from all that is happening decides to confess and kisses 14th member and well, they become real. (Dunno if you do suggestive or things like that, if you do maybe that could be part of the end?) If not that's okay!

Thank uuuu, hope u have a great day♡

Doll - ??

wc: 1,623

pairing: read and find out👀

Idol au

genre: fluff with tension, suggestive (so mdni)

14th member fic (feat.svt)

guide for requesting on my page, check [17] (pink highlighted) for my yes and no's

A/N : thank so much for requesting! and dont be shy/scared to send asks guys it's there for a reason and if you're afraid of being judge (which won't happen) you can just make it anonymous :)

and I absolutely love and appreciate it when you guys send me asks, genuinely makes me so happy

A/N 2 : had hella technical difficulties with the pictures soo no pictures today lmao (I'm honestly bad at technology so deal with it)

You weren’t someone who typically turned heads at award shows. At least, not in the way you were doing tonight.

Standing at the edge of the red carpet in a sculpted satin gown that hugged your figure like it was made just for you, hair cascading down your back in soft waves, lips painted a red that could kill. You looked unreal. A living doll. Far from the baggy sweats and oversized shirts you usually wore in rehearsals.

And your members noticed.

God, did they notice.

"Is she serious right now?" Mingyu muttered, his eyes tracking your every step like you might disappear if he looked away.

"She said she was wearing something simple," Jeonghan whispered, eyes wide.

"That's simple? I need to reevaluate my standards," Seungcheol sighed, dragging a hand through his hair.

It wasn’t just them. Other idols were staring. Some of them too long. Too bold. Too obvious.

"Is he looking at her chest?" Vernon squinted across the carpet.

"Yep. Definitely." Joshua’s voice was clipped and sharp.

"She’s not even doing anything," Woozi muttered, arms crossed, clearly annoyed.

But Wonwoo said nothing.

He just watched. The kind of quiet stare that felt like heat on your skin.

You caught him once. Just a glance. You smiled.

It wrecked him.

---

Later, backstage, after the lights had dimmed and the applause faded, you walked into the waiting room barefoot. Heels in one hand. Water bottle in the other.

"You guys killed it out there," you said, dropping onto the couch beside Wonwoo. The satin of your gown brushed against his thigh. You felt the tension in his body.

"You look tired," you teased, bumping his shoulder lightly. "Stage killer mode catching up to you?"

"I'm fine," he replied, voice tight.

"You've been quiet."

He turned to you slowly, eyes scanning every detail of your face. The lipstick. The shimmer. The curve of your shoulder. His jaw tightened.

"I didn’t like the way they were looking at you."

You raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"Them. Everyone. They don’t get to look at you like that."

You leaned in a little, intrigued. "Why not? You don’t usually care."

"I do."

There was a pause. One of those pauses that felt heavy with everything left unsaid.

His hand came up to your jaw. Thumb brushing over the corner of your mouth where the red had smeared. His gaze flicked to your lips.

Then he kissed you.

No warning. No hesitation. Just heat and hunger. You felt your back press against the couch as his mouth moved over yours, slow but deep.

When he finally pulled back, your chest rose and fell with uneven breaths. Lipstick ruined. Eyes locked.

"You look too damn good tonight," he said, voice low and rough. "I'm done pretending I don't want you."

A knock came at the door. Staff calling everyone for encore.

You didn’t move. You just smiled, slow and dangerous, already thinking about what came next.

"Then stop pretending," you whispered. "Show me."

The encore was a blur.

You danced, smiled, did everything expected of an idol under the lights. But your mind? It was still backstage. Still with him. With that kiss.

And Wonwoo? He didn’t stop watching you.

Even from across the stage, you felt his eyes on you like a magnet. You met his gaze once, briefly, and the smirk he gave you promised more than words ever could.

--

Back at the hotel, things moved fast.

You barely got the door open before you felt his presence behind you, quiet but electric.

“Yours or mine?” he asked, voice low.

You didn’t even hesitate. “Mine.”

The second the door shut, his hand was on your waist, spinning you gently to face him. You didn’t get a chance to say anything before his mouth was back on yours, firmer this time, more certain. Like he’d been thinking about it all night. Like he was starving.

His hands slid down your sides, fingertips brushing over the silky fabric of your dress. It was almost reverent, the way he touched you. Careful, but greedy.

“You have no idea,” he murmured against your skin, “how hard it was not to do this the second I saw you tonight.”

You laughed softly, breathless. “You looked like you were about to murder someone on the carpet.”

“I might have,” he admitted, lips trailing along your jaw. “They all looked at you like you were for the taking.”

“And I’m not?”

“No.” He looked into your eyes, completely serious. “You’re not. You’re mine.”

The words settled low in your stomach. Hot. Sharp.

His hands moved to the zipper at your back, but stopped. Waiting.

You nodded, heart pounding.

The dress slid down your body like it was melting off, pooling at your feet. You stood in front of him in only your underthings, bare and exposed in the soft hotel lighting.

Wonwoo’s eyes darkened.

“God, look at you,” he whispered, stepping closer until there was nothing between you but heat and air. His hands found your waist again, thumbs stroking your skin like he couldn’t help himself. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

He leaned in, kissing you again, slower this time. Deep and deliberate. Like he had all the time in the world.

And tonight, he did.

Your fingers tangled in the collar of his shirt, tugging him toward the bed. He followed without a word, lips never leaving yours, hands never stopping. You fell back onto the sheets together, limbs tangled, breath shallow, hearts racing.

He kissed down your throat, across your shoulder, everywhere but where you needed him. Teasing. Taking his time.

You arched into him, whispering his name like a secret. “Wonwoo…”

He looked up at you from between kisses, lips swollen, pupils blown.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

You cupped his face, smiled with lips still tingling from him.

“Don’t stop,” you breathed. “Not tonight.”

[himewonu]

RED FISH, BLUE FISH ; lee seokmin

summary when vandalizing your seat by writing how you’re done with love creates more vandlism by a response the next day in blue sharpie starring dokyeom x gn! reader genre fluff, hs au, i stole this from my old blog that i stole from a pinoy movie, this has nothing to do with dr seuss contains vandalism, idk what else word count 0.6k

from rhin，again, i have no creativity to whip up a new fic so i’m stealing one from my old blog bc i can and it’s my blog. i am flwoie and flwoie is me pls dont cancel me for plagirising myself😢

you’re done with love.

this is the fourth time you’ve gone on a date with some weird guy. they keep getting worse every time. your first date couldn’t stop talking and not letting you say a word, followed by your second one, who didn’t want to pay for his food, and your third one, well, he couldn’t stop calling you insecure—when you weren’t. if your friend sets you up on another one, you might as well just go for the first one.

she shows you instagram profiles of other boys who find you interesting—from what she’s heard by others. you interrupt her and slightly push her phone away from your face.

“(name), trust me, they’re not going to be as bad as the others!” she urges.

“you said that last time. i’m done, jisun.” you clicked on the top of your pen and started jotting words down on your wooden desk.

‘I'M DONE WITH LOVE!’

you pointed out your writing on the table to jisun, making her roll her eyes.

‘wow, emo. are you heartbroken?’

those were the words that were written below yours in blue sharpie when you walked into class the next day. you pulled out a pen and wrote down your response next to theirs.

'not really. men just irritate me. speaking of which, are you a guy?’

jisun walks in and sits next to you, observing that you’re not only writing on your table but also smiling ear to ear.

“what’s got you smiling now?”

“look,” you say, tapping on the ink engraved on the table, “someone replied to my vandal.” she leans in to read your messages.

“very modern,” she sarcastically remarks. “who knows, that could be the love of your life.”

“you’re crazy. what 'love of my life’ are you talking about? we don’t even know anything about them.”

she nudges your arm after she puts her notebooks on her desk. “but, (name), admit it. you’re excited,” she teases.

seokmin eagerly walks into class as it is about to start and quickly sits down in his seat to look at your response. he grins and looks around to see if any of his classmates saw him.

he waited for everyone to leave after his class ended. his friend urges him to leave with him so they’ll do their project, but all he replies is that he’ll follow along. as his friend left, he popped off the cap of his sharpie and replied to your message.

'not all men, i’m different from them.’

you looked at the message and started writing your response as you waited for your teacher to start class.

“what if we skipped our next class? so we can see who’s answering your messages,” jisun suggests.

“no way. we’re going to be absent from our next class just because you’re curious about who’s answering.”

“nuh uh, it’s for love.”

from there, your conversations continued, with more of yours and his other friends being invested in this so-called love series.

'so you’re a guy. well, i hope you’re different from them.’

'hah! i’m a good guy :)’

'really now?’

jisun grabs your pen right after you finish writing, continuing your message with her writing.

'really now? do you have a girlfriend?’

'nope. i don’t think anyone would want to date me. what about you?’

she squeals at his response, lightly pushing you back and forth. “he’s single, (name), he’s single!” you scoff and ignore her antics.

'me neither. my friend won’t stop setting me up on dates.’

seokmin hasn’t replied to your message since. he’s afraid that this might be his last chance at love. he’s been rejected by so many girls, all for the same reason.

he just wasn’t good enough.

you thought the conversation ended there. it’s been days since you last wrote that, and the ink is starting to fade. jisun lost hope as well until the end of the week.

'maybe she can set us up together?’

“hurry up and ask for his name. i might know him!” she exclaims as you quickly write an answer.

'i’d love that. i’m (name).’

'seokmin :)’

svt masterlist .ᐟ

[hannieehaee]

GOSH im in love with your writing like YOU HAVE NO IDEA SWEETHEART

And I'm desperate for some friends to lovers with seokmin who begs to taste you, his bff, after you joked about how your friends are saying he would be the best in eating a girl out bc of his nose🫦

18+ / mdi

content: simp!seokmin, bffs2lovers, smut, afab reader, eating out, seokmin's nose, etc.

wc: 682

a/n: HEHE THANK U SO MUCH<33 had to choose these pics bc his nose looked soo good in these i cry T-T

masterlist

"o-oh"

"seokmin, fuck, just forget i said anything," you groaned, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment.

why did you think it was a good idea to bring up your drunken ramblings to seokmin completely unprovoked?

"n-no! don't be embarrassed. you just surprised me, that's all," he sat next to you on the couch, encouraging you to remove your hands from your face.

"it is embarrassing. i dont want you to think of me as some horny loser lusting after her best friend. i swear, i didnt even bring it up! they were just talking about guys with big noses and you were the first guy that i thought of and-"

"my nose? you thought about how my nose would feel?"

"n-no, i-"

"i, i mean, it's okay if you did," he said, scooting closer to you despite his eyes looking everywhere but into yours.

you decided to take a plunge, turning your body to face his as you looked to him in wonderment.

"what do you mean?"

"i mean, uh, i mean that it wouldn't bother me if ... if you thought about me in that way," seokmin winced at himself as the words left him, still unable to look at you.

gulping, you got closer to him, nudging him to turn to you also.

"do you mean that, seokmin? i ... do you-"

"yes," he was firm in his answer, finally looking at you.

"oh ... do you wanna ..."

"yes," he practically whined.

~

"o-oh, fuck! m-minnie, just like that ... yes!"

"'sso good, shit. so warm ..."

it hadn't taken much encouragement for you to jump seokmin after he'd given you confirmation that he did, in fact, want you in the same way you did him. after aggressively making out for a good ten minutes or so, seokmin had pleaded for you to please open your legs for him and let him have a taste of you. you, being you, needed no convincing to open your legs and guide him where you wanted him most.

by now he had spent the past ten minutes alternating between licking at you and suckling on your clit, but he was yet to show you what his nose would feel like as it slid against your folds.

before you could beg for it, seokmin's strong arms grabbed a hold of your hips and tilted you a bit in order to position his nose in a way that would grace your bundle of nerves just right all the while his tongue continued to explore you.

you screamed the moment you felt his sharp nose drag up and down your cunt, falling in love with its straight shape and the slight slope of it. the sharpness and rough exterior of his nose made you cry out in pleasure. it wasnt long until you began grinding against his face like a maniac, completely ignoring his attempts at guiding you against his face.

grabbing his head, you rubbed him against you while you canted your cunt against his face, tears flowing down your face at the pleasure.

"y-your nose, minnie! o-oh ... so good, fuck. so fucking good ..." you breathed out, followed by many other praised and curses at the pretty boy below you.

he was unable to speak due to the way you had taken over the entirety of his mouth, but his groans of pleasure were enough to get you crying even harder for him.

seokmin continued savagely eating you out while you ground against his nose all the way until your high, somehow managing to speed up his movements the closer you got to your orgasm.

with a silent scream, your fists closed in on seokmin's hair one last time before you dropped limp against your bed.

the room was silent for a few moments while both you and seokmin caught your breaths. but the moment the two of you were apt to speak, seokmin climbed on the bed and began kissing his way up to your lips, giggling at your fucked out state.

"so my nose, huh?" he teased, face scrunched up due to his pretty smile.

"shut up."

[hynzsn]

★ BIG HANDS, BIGGER PLEASURE ★

☆ dokyeom x male reader 18+ MDNI

꩜ .ᐟ smut

contents: established relationship, anal fingering, jerking off, self pleasure, masturbation, kissing, light teasing, ejaculation, cum eating, pet names (baby, babe), dirty talk, whimpering, moaning, crying (in pleasure), thigh kisses, size difference, hand size difference, being caught pleasing yourself

wc: 1k

summary: dokyeom comes home only to find you fingering yourself. but by the looks of it, you’re struggling, and he’s more than eager to offer a helping hand. 

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you glanced at your phone, checking the time once more. dokyeom should be home soon, but the thrum of desire coursing through your veins is relentless, almost unbearable. the dim ambiance of your shared apartment is lit only by the soft glow of the setting sun. every tick of the clock, echoing the ache building inside of you. 

you bite your lip, reaching into your pants; your small fingers are already slick with lube, but they don’t reach the spots you need them to. frustration bubbles up, mingling with the heat pooling in your abdomen. 

with a shuddering breath, you slide your shorts and boxers down, spreading your legs wide as you sink back into the plush cushions of the couch. your fingers tease your asshole before you slowly try to insert one. a whimper escapes your lips as you press in further, trying to stimulate yourself and find that familiar sweet relief that only dokyeom seems to give you. but it’s not enough. it’s never enough. 

just as you’re about to give up, the front door creaks open. your heart skips a beat, eyes widening as dokyeom steps inside, his broad frame silhouetted against the hallway light. his eyes lock onto yours, darkening with an intensity that only sends cold shivers down your spine. 

“fuck, babe,” he murmurs, dropping his bag to the floor. his voice is rough with desire, and it only turns you on more. 

"couldn't you wait for me, huh? feeling empty without me?” 

you nod, your voice barely a whisper. “i couldn’t... couldn’t help it.” you stammer out, your fingers still probing your hole to the best of your ability.

“It’s not working, dk... need you…”

a slow, predatory grin spreads across his face as he strides over. his ego seems to be bouncing off the walls with the way you seem to be struggling without him.

“my poor baby. your small fingers just don’t cut it, do they?” he sheds his jacket, rolling up his sleeves to reveal his strong, capable hands.

dokyeom kneels between your spread legs, his big hands gently prying yours away. “move; let me take care of you, baby,” he murmurs, his voice a velvety promise. 

his fingers, so much larger and stronger than yours, slide against your slick hole, teasing you with a feather-light touch that only makes you gasp. slowly, he glides one finger into you. the difference that one finger feels compared to your small fingers wasn’t hard to see as you arch your back off the couch, a strangled moan escaping your lips. his long fingers are stretching you in ways yours never could and never will. you clutch at his shoulders, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

“fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” he muttered, his voice a low whisper as he watched his finger disappear inside you. “you’re so damn responsive. so perfect.”

“fuck… so good…  It feels so good,” you choke out, your voice trembling. 

he chucked softly, his other hand stroking your thigh soothingly. “yeah? let me make you feel even better, baby.” 

he adds another finger, scissoring them gently as he watches you with dark, hungry eyes. he leans in to place soft and tender kisses on the inside of your thigh, his tongue leaving little wet stains as he continues to finger your hole. 

the pleasure is almost too much, and you can feel the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. dokyeom’s fingers curl, finding your prostate, the spot that makes your vision blur and your breath hitch. you cry out, your body trembling. 

you couldn’t form words and couldn’t do anything but feel as he added a third finger, stretching you even further.

“mmm… you’re clenching around my fingers,” he purred, his free hand that was on your thigh now coming to stroke your already hardened cock slowly. “such a greedy boy, taking three of my fingers inside of you.” his thumb rubs over the head of your cock, collecting the bead of pre-cum leaking out. he brought his thumb to his lips, tasting you eagerly and letting out a satisfied hum. 

his words were sending you over the edge. fuck him and his husky voice; it only turned you on even more.

feeling waves of ecstasy crash over you, you cry out again, your body arching off the couch as you cum into dokyeom’s big hand. he continues to both stroke and finger you through your release, his movements gentle and loving as you ride out your high. 

“such a good boy,” he praised, feeling your sticky semen coat his palm and his fingers. “giving me such a nice treat after a long day at work.”

you slump back onto the couch, completely spent and satisfied, a soft whine escaping your lips. 

dokyeom chuckles, slowly withdrawing all three of his fingers from inside of you and his hand away from your limp cock. with a casual movement, he brought his hands up to his lips, sucking his fingers clean, his tongue eagerly darting out to lick up the remains of your essence. 

“that’s what you needed, baby? my big hands taking care of you?” he couldn’t help but smirk at you. 

you nod, your eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. his eyes were dark but had an aura of passion to them. 

“yeah,” you breathe out, your voice laced with satisfaction. “that was… wow.”

dokyeom hummed in agreement, his eyes sparkling with pride and affection. “you know I got you, baby. anything you need, i’m the man.” he leans down to capture your lips in a soft kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. 

"i love you, baby,” he murmurs against your lips before pulling away. 

"i love you too,” you mumbled.

“now, how about we take a shower together, and then we can order some dinner? i’m starved. been waiting to eat with you all day; food doesn’t taste the same without you.”

you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh as you pulled him down for another kiss. 

"sounds like a plan.”

[woozivrsefactry]

★ . ꜝꜞ ⛸️ weird things the seventeen members WILL do in bed.

Seungcheol : babies up the second sex is done. Strong macho boyfriend GONEEEE he just a baby who needs cuddles for being so good.

Jeonghan : will say the most unhinged things midsex like he'd be balls deep in you and then he's wondering out loud "how do blind people know when to stop wiping?"

Joshua : polite in bed for no reason. Said excuse me while opening your legs once. Sir disrespect. Please.

Junhui : brother does not know how to dirty talk for the love of god 😭 he'd try but the next moment it feels like he's narrating some national geography episode "and there we see the needy woman gasping for air on my cock."

Hoshi : bit you once. Not sexily. A whole fucking chomp on your shoulder. Told you his tiger instincts make him go wild sometimes. Neither the shape of his teeth from your shoulder nor the second hand embarassment of what he said next hfs left you yet.

Wonwoo : you called him daddy once. Lectures a whole damn ted talk about Freud while you were getting thru the post-orgasmic bliss.

Jihoon : he's so good at sex you wonder how many bitches he'd been fucking before you. Turns out he copies his moves from hentai. HENTAI. That cock-attack just now? It was inspired from a tentacles film he saw but alas he ain't got no tentacles.

Dokyeom : giggles while fucking you. Not moaning. Just happy ass giggles. Like this is a silly picnic date and not him wrecking you away on his cock.

Mingyu : seriously has no idea of his own strength. Like seriously. Once he threw you on bed thinking its like so hot and you ended up bouncing twice and falling off the otherside.

Minghao : mf judges your pose postures. Not corrects. Judges. "Tch, you're gonna arch your back like that?" Like sir can I have my sexy moment 😭

Seungkwan : will go nights fucking you with his mouth shut zero moans zero talking just fucking you your moans awkwardly the only sound in the room all because he's on vocal rest and that ain't stopping him from fucking you.

Vernon : deadass calls his cock lil' vernon. Like a serious nickname. genuinely tries to get you pussy have a nickname so he can say "lil vernie and lil (yn) are gonna have playdate tonight" because plain old "let's fuck" is for amateurs.

Chan : he tried calling you mommy in bed once. In a sexy way. What he said out loud was "eomma" like actually mom. Not cool chan.

[hipsdofangirl]

the peephole

jeonghan x afab! reader x seokmin

synopsis: three knocks and you come undone…

warnings: porn with little plot + bits of aftercare; vampire jeonghan, implied poly relationship, pathetic/quiet reader, pathetic seokmin, dom! seokmin, sub! reader, voyeur jeonghan, petnames, bad smut i wrote at 11pm, not proofread

song: monitoring - deco*27

18+

wc: 1.3k

a single chime from the doorbell spurns your ears. you squeeze your mouth tighter as your eyes block out the world around you.

three knocks follow in a perfect rhythm. no long pauses yet no short cuts—the being standing at your front door perfect in all its design.

a sharp breath pierces your lungs. you attempt to wrangle your hand from pleasure to silence any leakage of want from your poor mouth.

“shh…”

your eyes widen and cheeks flush, shivers traveling down your body, fluttering around the flaps of skin his gentle touch graces.

seokmin pants but slams his lips shut. he makes no move, seeming to be listening to the rickety walls of the apartment along with you.

it’s quiet. you watch a droplet of sweat slide down the curve of his nose before dangling at the edge. your core squeezes.

seokmin’s mouth drops open and he leans further onto you—spasming biceps caging you as he lets out a rasp moan.

your head cranes backwards and your thighs attempt to cage the man before you, sucking in saliva that dribbled out from the corner of your mouth.

seokmin’s eyes are taught shut and he groans softly, fanning your cheeks. you can’t look at him—not without giving yourself up. he doesn’t look at you as he gently rolls his hips, a thumb caressing your cheek of saliva and the other of desire.

seokmin rasps, “please don’t squeeze too hard sweetheart—god i—“

“mhmm?” a soft voice resounds, “guess you weren’t alone in there after all? not that it changes much, i knew what you were doing…”

your breath hitches as seokmin’s defined tongue languidly strokes your collarbone.

the doorknob jiggles. you pinch and flex your fingers, feeling seokmin’s pulse rival your own fluttering one.

it rattles—followed by a slam of a fist you believe? it’s hard to tell when he started suckling slowly like he is trying to catch the melting ice cream before it paints his long fingers.

“think a cheap trick like this will stop me?”

a chuckle bubbles up your throat as seokmin noses into your pulse point training your body to quiver into submission as he presses one tiny kiss, following it with a breath of cool air.

“i hear it all you know…” you can feel the ghost of his hands travel up your thighs, flutter over your hips: those hands stroke the front door, tipping his eye into the peephole.

one of seokmin’s arms give out quickly before he catches himself. the abrupt movement elicits a mewl from your lips.

“your twitches…”

you let out a pathetic whine as seokmin involuntarily jerks his hips further into you. his glossy brown eyes look at you covered in a haze.

“love—i’m so sorry i couldn’t help it—“

“those sinful moans…” the man clicks his tongue, “i know my baby can do better than that, or—“ his usual gentle voice drops in tone, “is that mutt not pleasing you as he should?”

seokmin returns his head to the base of your neck grumbling; goosebumps raise across your arms.

“either way, i can hear your heart beats pounding. let’s spare us all of suffering and open the door.”

a shaky breath exits your hot mouth—as if you have been holding it for quite some time. your eyes flick to seokmin’s but he doesn’t look at you.

his eyes are a bit clearer now yet filled with some determination.

“no,” seokmin feebly growls.

a scoff breezes under the front door.

“no? is someone embarrassed?” his snide voice instinctively curls your toes. “it’s all normal, average, to not make someone of their stature fall apart without aide—“

“be quiet.”

god the blood rushes past your ears, almost drowning out seokmin’s presence.

the voice doesn’t speak, as if watching seokmin lower his head to your breasts. he puckers his wet lips and blows onto a nipple, keenly observing them pebble at his touch.

your stomach feels the stretch of his lips turn into a smirk before it leaves. instead, he latches onto that nipple like a straw: slurping up the sweat previously dowsing it. he fondles your other tit like a babe before pinching and twisting.

your mouth parts ready to vocalize all the ways you wanted him to—

“oho? you’ll make them cry you know?”

you cry out in pleasure and shock, draining you yet invigorating you all at once.

the doorknob shakes.

“lee. stop right now.”

he does. seokmin glances up at your expression, too fucked out after a third one exits your hole.

seokmin’s mouth pops off, a line of saliva connecting him to one of his favorite past-times.

he unclamps himself from your teared-up sheets to slowly pull out. you whimper as he does so, missing the feeling of your walls being molded like clay.

“you can come in,” seokmin huffs, wiping the corners of your eyes with the back of his finger.

the doorknob clicks. your closed eyes already know who’s standing in the bedroom already.

“had fun?” the voice asks—still the same volume as it was outside.

seokmin chuckles but is interrupted by a grunt as you choke his dick one last time before swallowing air.

the voice giggles at his misery. you feel a colder hand brush against your cheeks, wiping your forehead covered in sweat.

“did my baby put him up to this?”

your lips twitch.

“words, baby,” he firmly soothes.

“i-“

“ay—look at me.”

you squint your eyes open, noticing seokmin off in the side bathroom. the bed dips. you glance up to the man with bleary eyes.

jeonghan’s face morphs into a sadistic pout, “awww is my baby too fucked out of her mind? that wasn’t even a lot—“

a cool towel rubs between your thighs. “cause we knew you were nearby..” seokmin mutters.

jeonghan places his free hand on his chest dramatically, “ugh—you dare force me to wait outside and not even go all-in with the teasing?” he kisses his teeth, “you two can’t do that much without me can you?” his thumb traces lines up and down your face, gently fiddling with the ends of your eyelashes.

jeonghan’s eyes furrow and he turns his body to face both of you. “how did you two manage to lock me out anyways?” he doesn’t meet seokmin’s eyes, “seungcheol broke your door lock by the way.”

you scoff and roll your eyes yet burying yourself deeper into his cool touch. he continues to rub circles onto your temple as you hear the bathroom fan turning on.

“cmon, love, time to pee…” seokmin walks over to the beside you and jeonghan are closer to. you become locked within his warm gaze filled with appreciation. jeonghan pinches your cheek.

“do you need to be carried?” he asks.

you immediately attempt to sit up straight in the bed. “what? no—“

jeonghan retracts that hand and picks off metaphorical dirt beneath his nails, leaning over to subtly hide his crotch.

“good cause seokmin was going to.” he pats seokmin’s bare ass and receives a glare.

seokmin waddles a bit closer to you sheepishly. you dramatically sigh yet lift your arms; seokmin beams, eyes becoming moons, as he wraps an arm around your midsection and another under your legs.

“one, two, three!” he lifts you into his chest.

jeonghan watches you two as the other man spins you around in his arms. he leans his head into his hand with a smile.

before the bathroom door shuts with you inside, you peek around to smile at the pale man. “ownership is now under his name now—that was the only way you could stay here remember?” you wink and shut the door.

if jeonghan could, he would blush; instead, he tilts his head down curling into his chin with a meek grin on his face.

seokmin coughs. that grin becomes a sly smirk. seokmin’s arms are crossed, bulging the veins out of muscles; jeonghan swipes his tongue over his lips.

“let me drink your blood so i can get a hard-on so we can go for round four.”

a/n: yeah about me doing those requests i umm knew i wouldn’t have time or motivation im so sorry 😞 classes are beating my ass right now with finals at the end of the month— I TOLD YALL THEY WILL BE DONE JUST NOT LIKE ASAP LMAOOO

but this just came at me in the middle of the night and i barely see any poly seokhan (my biases) and it had to be done for me

i’m still terrible at writing smut but practice makes perfect

thank you for reading this far and have a good day/night <3

tag: @jcxbliss

origin of header

[chugging-antiseptic-dye]

seventeen using a pick up line 🤸:

dedicated to @joonsytip for always hyping me up <3

[mocchiixxx]

The Art of Letting Go Seventeen ANGST Series # | 10: When Your Voice Fades Into the Echo

Genre: Angst, Secret Relationship, Emotional Exhaustion, Growing Apart

⚔️: Lee Seokmin | DK x Reader

Summary: Lee Seokmin's voice could fill a room, could make hearts race and tears fall. But somehow, in your relationship, it became a voice you could barely hear. His laughter no longer reached your ears; his comforting words were now just echoes of what they used to be. What happens when the sound you crave is drowned out by the noise of his success? What happens when you stop being the melody and start being the silence?

The stage lights had always been the brightest when he was on them. Seokmin was a star. His smile could light up a room, his voice could stop hearts.

When you first met him, everything about him felt like warmth, like home. But that warmth faded over time, dimmed by the relentless schedule and the distance it created.

Now, you stood in the kitchen of his apartment, the same apartment where you once cooked together, shared laughter, and whispered promises into the night.

Tonight, though, it felt like a stranger’s home. The silence was deafening, the empty space between the two of you growing too large to ignore.

You turned to him, who was sprawled on the couch, phone in hand, lost in a conversation with someone from the company. His eyes flickered toward you briefly, but the attention you once craved was nowhere to be found.

“Seokmin,” you called softly, your voice barely breaking through the static of his focus.

“Hm?” He didn’t look up. “What’s up?”

“Are you really listening?” you asked, frustration creeping into your tone.

He sighed, looking up from his phone, offering a tired smile. “Yeah. Sorry, I’m just really exhausted.”

“Exhausted? You’re always exhausted,” you replied. “It’s been months, Seokmin. I can’t keep doing this alone.”

He sat up, placing his phone on the table. “I don’t understand what you’re saying. I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Are you? Are you really here?” you questioned, tears threatening to spill over.

“You’re physically here, but you’re not present anymore. I haven’t heard your voice the way I used to. I haven’t seen you look at me the way you used to.”

“Stop,” he said softly, standing up and walking toward you. “Don’t say things like that. I’m doing this for us. Everything I’m doing is for you.”

“You’re doing this for your career,” you whispered. “Not for me. Not for us.”

Seokmin’s face twisted with frustration. “You think this is easy for me? I don’t get to choose when I’m home and when I’m not. You think I don’t miss you? I think about you all the time.”

“Then why does it feel like I’m not part of your life anymore?” You were trembling now. “Why do I feel like I’m just an afterthought, a second choice?”

He stared at you for a long moment, as if searching for the right words. But the silence that followed spoke volumes,nmore than any apology ever could.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I really am.”

“But sorry isn’t enough anymore,” you said, voice breaking. “Sorry doesn’t bring back the warmth. Sorry doesn’t make up for all the moments I spent waiting for you to come home and make me feel like I matter.”

You turned away, your heart heavy with the weight of everything unsaid. The silence between you had been growing for so long, and now, it was too loud to ignore.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore,” you said softly, barely audible.

Seokmin’s eyes widened in shock, but before he could say anything, you walked toward the door, every step heavier than the last.

And as you left, his voice, the voice you once loved, faded into the background...

where you couldn’t reach it anymore.

@vixensss @babycaratdeul @foxiesgf24

[mametchiii]

Lovefool, Lee Seokmin [ 1.9k ]

Seokmin is not sure when exactly his feelings for you began to blossom – was it the previous semester of school? Or maybe it just happened like that, but Seokmin knows that one thing is for sure — that he is utterly, irrevocably, deeply in love with you.

If Seokmin was the sun, then you were there to put the sun to shame. A personality so alluring that all the stars would fall just to be with you, a voice so sweet it passes through his system like honey. 

Having known each other for four years, Seokmin was no stranger to being in your presence. But one oh-so-fateful day, he noticed something different about you: That morning when you walked into class, among the clouds of cheap deodorant and coffee, an apparition of love had followed you. It had made its way across the classroom, into your seat, and straight into his heart!

Seokmin’s treacherous heart, like the fool it is, threatens into overdrive at once casual encounters — now thwarted by his undeniable feelings. When opening his mouth to speak, his head is immediately plagued with an inescapable cloud of pink, glitters, and everything nice. Both of you barely notice it, but his eyes fold into crescents the moment his gaze catches yours. 

And of course he shouldn’t be the only one to suffer, right? Much like Seokmin, his friends suffer at the very frontlines when it comes to his feelings. It’s almost comedic really, the way everything plays out, something akin to a well rehearsed play:

SEOKMIN: Today was so fun! In class Y/N joked about how the teacher….(audio fades out).

SEUNGKWAN rolls his eyes.

JIHOON pinches his nose bridge, frustrated.

JEONGHAN and JOSHUA chuckle, glancing at each other before playfully rolling their eyes at SEOKMIN.

One might say he waxes poetic at the first mention of your name, but behind his long-winded affections (lasting far too long for the average person to comprehend) are his most authentic, genuine feelings too elaborate for his love-addled mind to contain.

Unfortunately, foolish as his heart is, Seokmin fails to see that he has more than enough of a chance with you.

You’re not too sure when it started either, perhaps it was when he smiled at you every morning? Or is it because he treats you with the tenderness of a gentleman, unlike anyone else? Maybe it was the fact that he looks at you like you have the answer to all the questions in the world.

It was maddening, to say the absolute very least – The way Seokmin snatched the key out of your hand and slithered his way straight into your heart, all the while flashing his stupid toothy grin. From the words that came out of his mouth, from his head down to his toes; the meagre thought of Seokmin was enough to drive you absolutely insane. The moment he steps into the room, everything else is just nonpareil. 

You began to notice when his touches would linger just a little longer, the occasional flicker of his gaze down to your lips, the way he immediately perks up at the very breath of your name. Seokmin is just so unfairly attractive, no matter what he says or does.

Everything about you two is just incredibly riveting – The way both of you gape at each other with ridiculous heart eyes, the way both of you wear your heart on your sleeves; Yet both so clueless…how?

You’re not sure when it happened, but the both of you began to walk home together every day; Maybe because unfortunately in spite of everything, the dismissal bell rings, and you’re both burdened with the arduous task of saying goodbye to each other. But God knows that neither of you can bear to say goodbye just yet.

“Y/N!” Seokmin calls out, but means to say “baby”.

You turn to face him, stopping en route to your home.

Because Seokmin cannot bear to say goodbye just yet.

“Seokmin?” – but mean to say “honey” – you call back out.

There he goes again, rubbing the back of his neck, his lips taking the shape of a lopsided grin when your eyes meet. Cliche as it is, the sight of him makes your heart flutter like crazy– your brain reduced to jelly, weak in the knees, butterflies spawning in the pit of your stomach. 

You notice his hands ball into fists by his sides. His smile falters, leaving his lips parted slightly to reveal his teeth – a nervous habit of his you’ve learned to pick up on. He fumbles over his words like a newborn elephant, eyes trained on everything but you – he’s distracted.

“Do you want to go out together after class tomorrow? I mean of course if you’re busy, or not feeling it, then of course it’s alright,” he clears his throat, “actually nevermind maybe, but only if you want to..? Do you?” He rapid-fires all at once, and it takes you a few seconds to fully process the slew of words that tumbled out of his mouth and straight into your heart. 

“What?” You laugh, your words coming out more as a breath. “I mean, sure if you don’t mind, but of course I’d love to!” You begin to slowly shuffle towards him, but appears more of a float according to Seokmin.

Seokmin’s eyes widen and his jaw goes slack, but his shoulders remain tense. He seems startled, shocked, and rightfully so, as he hadn’t prepared a contingency plan of any sort. Like the fool he is, Seokmin was expecting rejection.

It takes him all but a few seconds to regain his composure, to pluck up the courage to continue the conversation he started. His stoned face breaks back into a shy smile, his eyes hiding behind the fold of his eyelids.

“I dunno actually,” he giggles, scratching his nape before continuing, “I haven’t thought that much about it.”

“There’s this cafe I’ve been meaning to check out. It’s just a few blocks down from school! And there’s a playground nearby we can hang out at after too.”

“Oh..! Sounds good,” he cocks his head sideways, smiling but not with his eyes, you notice. 

By now you would’ve turned back and continued your journey home, but both of you remain unmoving. And you can’t help but notice this impassive look on Seokmin’s face; He’s looking at you, but doesn’t see you, and all you want to do is crack his skull open and see what’s going on in his pretty little head. He licks his lips before biting his bottom one, clearly unsure of something, someone?

“Y/N,” he starts, finally looking at you. A pit in your stomach begins to form, and you can’t quite put your finger on it, but your intuition begins sounding alarm bells.

“The hangout, I mean like… like a date maybe?”

And boy, does it take you by surprise. You can blame your reflexes for what happened, but you take a step back. If it weren’t for Seokmin’s trained gaze, you’re sure you would’ve made a run for the hills. You can hear your pulse in your ears, and your heart threatens to clamour up your throat for air. 

Does he even realise what he’s saying? But you know Seokmin is far from stupid. Irrational, maybe, but he’s anything but an idiot.

You’re silent, and every second you don’t respond, the stars in Seokmin’s eyes begin to burn out; They fall one by one straight to his feet. Shit shit shit shit! He fucked up big time, and now there’s no going back from it.

You’re not sure what world you’re living in, but you never expected this at all; Never in a million years would you picture yourself being confronted with your feelings for your best friend, much less by the very man who had you wrapped around his finger. How unfortunate for you that Seokmin is both, isn’t it?

For a moment, too long for comfort, you struggle to find the right words to answer, and you don’t, because what you choke out is nothing short of pathetic

“A date?”

“A date.”

“Seriously?”

Seokmin nods, a little too eagerly for his liking.

“You actually mean it? Like a date, Seokmin?”

“Yes!” his eyes wider now, ears on fire because you swear you can feel its heat emanating off onto your cheeks as well.

Damn you for your reaction, but all you can do is let out nervous laughter. You’re confused, flustered, but undeniably happy. Seokmin all the while, bless his heart, is impressively forbearing. You want so badly to say yes, but you’re not ready to give up what the two of you have – four years of friendship, and what if it all goes to waste over some fleeting teenage romance? Are you really willing to throw it away?

Seokmin has finally laid out his cards for you, and now there’s no running from it.

Neither of you have even up to half of your lives planned out, but you’re already planning how it’s going to end. One would have to be childish enough to actually consider it, so thank god the both of you are still nineteen.

Damn you, Lee Seokmin.

“...Sure” you mumble. Your words, though uncertain, mask the fact that you want so badly to jump onto Seokmin and surrender your heart to him, a testament of your love so great.

His eyes light up, and you can almost see his molars with how low his jaw hangs. His shoulders relax a bit, and his head sticks out a little in disbelief. Seokmin looks as if he’s not sure whether to smile or cry, but he settles on the former as the corners of his lips begin twitching upward. You’re sure he wants to scream and jump around, but does a phenomenal job at keeping his composure instead.  

“It’s a date then,” he confirms, voice soft, but so piercing.

Seokmin’s heart is pounding in his chest, and he can’t help but look at you like you were the one to have renewed his heart’s vitality. But was he wrong in saying so? You were the only one who saw Seokmin as a person, unlike others who only made him out to be an object of their desires.

No one knows how long the two of you have been standing there, but the sky already borders dusk as the streets begin to be painted with a warm orange. If anyone were to walk past, they would see the very statues of Eros and Psyche themselves. It’s scenic, like something straight out of a movie, from the set down to the very cliches that play out.

Slowly, you find Seokmin’s hand in yours and pull him down gently, closing the gap between you and his cheek.

You swear that it was all the work of gravity and the wind doing their thing, but you aren’t entirely wrong when you blame all things natural for what you did. Your love for Seokmin (and his alike) is organic, and your actions genuine. You were ready to love Seokmin as loud as possible, to honour your love with everything that you had, and that alone was reason enough.

“It’s a date,” you whisper, smiling into his cheek, before pulling away.

Sure, love is full of uncertainties, a concept so abstruse to the minds of teenagers, an amalgam of complexities and emotions without names. But if it was with Seokmin, then maybe you were willing to risk it all.

[jinmindeulle]

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