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head over heels | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: non-idol au, high school au, high school senior drum major seokmin, reader is implied to be female (high school senior cheerleader), aquaintances to lovers, kissing, confident & popular seokmin

now playing: head over heels, tears for fears

"Are you sure? You're probably really tired and I don't want you to overwork yourself." Seokmin's voice pulled you away from your friends, and you shook your head, following after him.

"No, no, it's fine! I'm not doing anything busy, and I'm waiting for my parents to come and pick me up." You say, grabbing a snare drum as Seokmin follows your lead, grabbing the stand. He smiles, and the two of you make your way across the lit field, silence falling between you as you blush.

Here you were, taking snare drums back to the dark band closet with your crush (who probaly didn't even know you liked him in that way). The field was almost empty, except for a few coaches still chatting over the game scores. Seokmin's strong cologne hasn't wore off just yet, and it mingles with the November humidity as you sigh.

"You were really great up there tonight, Seokmin." Your voice is small as you try to create idle chat, and Seokmin looks over at you, smile wide as he continues to carry the snare's stand with ease.

"Thank you so much. I'm really trying to do my best, especially since this is my last year." Seokmin's eyes get a bittersweet look to them, and you feel his sadness as you walk in silence with him yet again. The smile on his face is still sparkling, perfect in every way, but you can tell that his heart is heavy.

"I know it must feel unreal, knowing this chapter of your life is coming to a close," You say quietly, heart pounding at the though that you're in the same position as he is, living out your last days as a cheerleader.

You'll be the one regretting that you didn't confess to him sooner.

"Yeah, but I try to keep up my morale for the band. They need it to do well. They need someone to be there to cheer for them and direct them in the way they need to go." Seokmin says, and you meet eyes with him for a second as you reply, "I believe you're doing a great job of that."

The smile on Seokmin's face brings a shy smile to yours, and you continue to make your way to the band room.

"Your outfit is amazing, by the way." Seokmin's quick to compliment you, and it makes you do a double take. You thought the skirt was a bit short and tight, and the sleeveless top was too cold for a game in November, but if Seokmin liked it, maybe you could deal with those parts.

"Ah, thank you! Yours too! It looks really warm." You compliment back, quite awkwardly, while Seokmin chuckles.

The outfit is a flashy mix of black and gold, with big gold buttons, a sheer black undershirt, and matching gold-striped pants and heeled dress shoes. Seokmin's hair is styled perfectly, bangs held in place by who knows how many layers of hairspray, and the slight makeup brought the whole look together. He looked like a dream.

"Do you want me to bring you home?" Seokmin asks politely, and you pause, turning to him as you laugh nervously.

"Oh, you don't have to! Plus, I don't know if my dad would take kindly to having a guy take me home." You laugh nervously, and Seokmin laughs, nodding as he replies, "I understand. I'm always open to do it for you though."

"Thanks, I'll remember that." You smile, and the two of you go quiet, a weird tension in the air as Seokmin falls silent. His eyes run over your goosebump-covered arms as he reaches out to touch your hand, and your heart follows quicker than your mind can, putting your hands on his as he pulls you to his chest.

Neither of you know what's going to happen, or what's come over you two, but both of you welcome it. Before you can think about what's happening properly, Seokmin's leaning in, eyes closings as he brings his other hand to enclose around your clasped hands on his chest.

The kiss starts soft, but multiplies in force as time goes on. Your mouth trembles as Seokmin's ministrations almost melt you on the spot.

His massive hands are warm against your exposed back as your hands fly to the epaulettes adorning his broad shoulders, feeling the threads in between your fingers as he pulls away just seconds later.

"Oh my god, wow. You're a really good kisser," Shyly touching your lips in disbelief, Seokmin chuckles, face a flushed red too as you both leave the band room in an awkward fashion.

"I didn't even ask you if it was okay first. I'm so sorry about that, I—" Seokmin almost started talking again, but you got a random burst of confidence at the way the kiss made you feel, and craved more. Your lips were on his before he could beat you to it, and you pulled away, hand still interlocked with his.

"It was more than okay, Seokmin. I liked it. I liked it a lot." You sigh happily, and Seokmin laughs nervously, leaving the two of you to make your way back to the paring lot as it was getting later and later.

"So, I'll—"

"See you tomorrow?"

You and Seokmin finished each other's sentences, and it was obvious the two of you were out of it. A laugh shared from you two healed your broken heart, and you fell for drum major Lee Seokmin a little more that night.

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i98pm · 4 months ago

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oneshot #1 — i will make a masterlist soon ^ ^ summertime sadness a seongjoong oneshot.

tw : mentions of death , pretty heavy angst , major character death , terminal illnesses mentioned , mentions of cystic fibrosis , sad ateez ensemble. summary : two years after the tragic death of his first love, kim hongjoong, park seonghwa returns to their small coastal hometown for a summer with friends. every corner of the town is haunted by memories of hongjoong – the laughter they shared, the dreams they built, and the love they lost. seonghwa spends his days revisiting the places they used to go, each one stirring a deep sense of melancholy and longing. a/n : i posted this on ao3 also , so if you've seen it before — you know where! ^ ^

the sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden hue over the small coastal town as seonghwa stepped off the bus. the salty breeze greeted him like an old friend, bringing with it a rush of bittersweet memories. it had been two years since he last set foot in this town, two years since he lost his first love. he had left to escape the pain, but now, returning for the summer, he realised that the town was filled with memories he could never escape — not until he faced them. their old friends had been the ones to convince him to come home, promising him that the summer would be a good chance for him to heal.

he was supposed to meet his friends at the bus stop, but as soon as he stepped off the bus he was making his way towards the lighthouse. he didn't know why, he just knew he was aching to be there. as he walked through the familiar streets, every corner seemed to whisper hongjoong’s name, the cafe they used to eat breakfast in was closed down. he wasn't surprised, it should've shut down decades ago. his feet carried him to the lighthouse almost on their own.

climbing the winding stairs, seonghwa felt a lump in his throat. he reached the top and looked out at the vast, endless sea, just as they used to. the sight of the waves crashing against the rocks below brought back a flood of emotions.

hongjoong used to say the waves were like their love – powerful and unending.

seonghwa closed his eyes, letting the memories wash over him. he could almost hear hongjoong’s laughter, feel the warmth of his touch. the pain of his loss was as raw as ever, a constant ache in his chest. he had hoped that coming back would bring closure, but now he wasn’t so sure.

~~~

“come on, hwa, we don’t have all night!” hongjoong’s voice was full of excitement as he grabbed seonghwa’s hand, pulling him up the steps of the lighthouse. it was a warm summer evening, and the sky was painted in hues of orange and pink.

seonghwa laughed, trying to keep up with hongjoong’s energetic pace. “what’s the rush, joong? the sun isn’t going anywhere.”

“but the perfect moment might,” hongjoong replied with a grin, though a shadow of exhaustion flickered in his eyes. seonghwa noticed, but said nothing, not wanting to dampen the moment.

they reached the top, breathless and laughing, just as the last light of day kissed the horizon. hongjoong turned to seonghwa, his expression softening. “this is it,” he whispered. “our perfect moment.”

seonghwa felt a surge of affection, his heart swelling with the intensity of their love. “kiss me before you go,” he said softly, his voice carrying a hint of sadness. the phrase had become a part of their private language, a reminder of the bittersweet nature of their time together, with hongjoong being terminally ill, it was only a matter of time before a kiss they shared was their last.

hongjoong’s smile was radiant as he leaned in, capturing seonghwa’s lips in a tender, lingering kiss. everybody around them knew. they knew too. it wasn't long before hongjoong would be admitted into the hospital, and then who knows how long they'd have left.

pulling back slightly, hongjoong rested his forehead against seonghwa’s. “i just wanted you to know,” he murmured, “that you’re my everything, truly."

seonghwa’s throat tightened. “i think i’ll miss this forever,” he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. “fuck, joong... i think i'll miss you forever.”

hongjoong’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and he took seonghwa’s hand, intertwining their fingers. he didn't say a word, not a single thing.

they spent the rest of the evening wrapped in each other’s arms, watching the stars appear one by one.

~~~

seonghwa could hear strained breathing behind him, pulling him from his daze.

"i'll meet you at the bus stop, huh?"

he turned to look at the man who's voice he knew all too well, "wooyoung...i'm sorry, i started walking before i could even think about it," seonghwa murmured while he scratched the back of his neck, "how did you find me?"

"well, the cafe is closed...and the others went to your house, but i didn't think you'd be there." wooyoung said, a hint of worry in his eyes, "what are you doing here hwa?"

seonghwa sighed before leaning against the railing, looking out at the sunset, "thinking, woo, just thinking."

he heard some shuffling before a set of arms were draped over the railing next to his, and a head was weighing down his shoulder.

wooyoungs presence was comforting...he hadn't felt comfort in so long.

"you know," wooyoung began softly, "hongjoong wouldn't want you to be alone like this...living so far away with none of your family..none of your friends..he wouldn't let us get away with it if he found out we let you go alone."

seonghwa swallowed hard, his throat tightening. "i know, woo. but it's hard not to be when everything here reminds me of him."

wooyoung lifted his head, looking at seonghwa with a small smile.

seonghwa turned to face wooyoung, the setting sun casting long shadows across his face. "it's just... being back here, it feels like he's everywhere. every street, every corner, every sunset... it's all him."

wooyoung nodded, his expression slightly amused. "maybe that's not such a bad thing. it's okay to remember him, good to remember him, even."

seonghwa sighed deeply, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him. "i just - i miss him so much, wooyoung... it's like there's this constant ache that never goes away."

"i know," wooyoung said quietly. "but hongjoong wouldn't want you to be stuck in this sadness. he would want you to find a way to live, to be happy again."

seonghwa nodded slowly, the truth in wooyoung's words sinking in. "you're right. it's just... hard to let go."

"you don't have to let go," wooyoung said with a small smile. "just learn to live with it, to carry him with you in a way that brings you peace."

they stood there for a while longer, watching the sun dip below the horizon in a comfortable silence.

"come on," wooyoung said eventually, breaking the silence. "let's go back to the others. they're worried about you."

seonghwa simply nodded, pushing away from the railing and heading down the lighthouse steps with wooyoung.

~~~

the night was clear, the sky dotted with stars as seonghwa and the rest of the group sat around a crackling campfire on the beach. the warmth of the fire and the company of his closest friends brought a sense of comfort to seonghwa, a welcome contrast to the ache in his heart. the flames danced, casting flickering shadows on their faces, and the sound of the waves provided a soothing backdrop to their laughter and conversations. he was still a bit upset despite the atmosphere, the conversation from earlier weighing on him slightly.

wooyoung, sitting close to san with their hands intertwined, poked at the fire with a stick. "remember that time hongjoong tried to build that makeshift tent at the beach?"

san chuckled, leaning into wooyoung. "oh god, yes! he was so determined to make it perfect, but it kept collapsing on him."

yunho, sitting next to mingi with their arms around each other, nodded enthusiastically. "he spent hours trying to get it to stand, even using driftwood and seaweed as extra support."

mingi laughed, "and in the end, we all had to sleep at my place because the tent was a crumpled mess."

seonghwa smiled, the memory warming his heart. "he was so proud of his 'engineering skills,' though. he even called it 'rustic charm.'"

jongho, with his arm around yeosang, added, "or that time he decided to surprise seonghwa with breakfast in bed but set off the smoke alarm instead."

everyone burst into laughter at the memory, the sound echoing across the beach. seonghwa felt a pang of sadness mixed with joy, grateful for these moments they could share together. he could see tears falling down yeosangs cheeks, sans too. it wasn't long before he was crying too, though he still had a smile on his face.

"he tried to make pancakes," san said, wiping tears from his eyes. "but he ended up burning everything, including the 'backup toast'."

yeosang groaned, though a smile tugged at his lips. "and then he insisted on serving the burnt food with a big, proud smile, saying it was 'extra crispy.'"

jongho chuckled, looking across at seonghwa. "you were so kind, pretending to enjoy every bite just so he wouldn't feel bad, i couldn't do that."

yunho grinned, leaning forward. "what about the time he convinced mingi to join him in starting a garden on the rooftop? they ended up with more weeds than vegetables."

mingi rolled his eyes playfully. "hey, we were just trying to add some greenery to the place. who knew gardening could be so complicated?"

seonghwa listened, a bittersweet smile on his face. "he always knew how to make us laugh."

wooyoung nodded, his expression softening. "he had that special way of making even the silliest moments unforgettable." "seems we're sharing joong stories..."

~~~

the summer sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the rooftop where seonghwa and hongjoong had retreated to escape the bustle of city life below. they sat side by side on a patchwork quilt, the skyline stretching out before them like a painting.

hongjoong leaned back on his elbows, a contented smile on his face as he gazed at the horizon. "isn't this perfect, hwa?" he said softly, breaking the comfortable silence between them.

seonghwa nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "it really is," he replied, his gaze following hongjoong's towards the setting sun. "i'm glad we decided to come up here."

they had stumbled upon the rooftop garden by chance, seeking a quiet place to unwind after a long day of rehearsals. surrounded by potted plants and fairy lights, with a gentle breeze ruffling their hair, it felt like their own secret sanctuary above the city.

hongjoong turned to seonghwa, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "remember that time we tried to stargaze up here, but ended up having sex and falling asleep?"

seonghwa chuckled, slapping hongjoongs arm. "yeah, we woke up to the sound of pigeons cooing in our ears."

hongjoong laughed, his laughter contagious. "and then we had to sneak past the security guard as quietly as possible!"

seonghwa shook his head fondly. "we were lucky he didn't catch us. i don't think we would've lived it down."

they sat in companionable silence for a while, watching the sky shift from blue to pink as the sun dipped lower. the city below them buzzed with life, but up here, they were cocooned in a tranquil bubble of their own making.

"you know," hongjoong said softly, breaking the silence once more, "i'm really glad you're my fiance, hwa."

seonghwa turned to him, a warmth spreading through his chest. "me too, joong," he replied sincerely.

~~~

seonghwa stopped the story there, looking down at the ring on his finger. "fuck cystic fibrosis for taking him from me before we could even get married..." his voice cracked with emotion, his eyes welling up with tears.

seonghwa took a deep breath, wiping away a tear with the back of his hand. "sorry," he murmured, his voice steadier now. "i just wish we had more time together."

the group fell into a solemn silence, each lost in their own thoughts and memories of hongjoong. the crackling of the campfire and the gentle lapping of the waves provided a comforting backdrop to their shared grief.

it was wooyoung who finally broke the silence, his voice soft but filled with determination. "we may not have more time with him physically, but he's still with us in every memory, every laugh, and every tear."

seonghwa looked around at his friends, their faces illuminated by the flickering firelight. "thank you," he whispered, his voice catching with emotion. "for being here, for remembering him with me...and for getting me to come back to town."

jongho squeezed yeosang's hand to keep his voice steady, his expression tender. "that's what family does," he said quietly. "we're here for each other, through everything."

his friends nodded solemnly, their agreement unspoken but understood. around the dying embers of the fire, they made a silent vow to keep hongjoong's memory alive, to cherish the moments they had shared, and to find happiness for him.

~~~

it was a warm summer afternoon, the sunlight filtering through the curtains of their small apartment. seonghwa sat by hongjoong's bedside, holding his hand gently. hongjoong's breathing was laboured, each breath a struggle against the illness that had slowly weakened him over the months. the hospital couldn't do anything, new lungs would be near pointless.

"i love you, hwa," hongjoong whispered, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper.

tears welled up in seonghwa's eyes as he squeezed hongjoong's hand tighter. "i love you too, joong," he choked out, his voice thick with emotion.

they had known this day was coming, had prepared themselves as best they could. but nothing could truly prepare seonghwa for the moment when hongjoong would slip away from him.

hongjoong smiled weakly, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before opening again. "thank you for loving me," he murmured, his voice barely audible now.

seonghwa leaned closer, pressing a gentle kiss to hongjoong's forehead. "always," he whispered back, his heart breaking with each passing second.

they sat together in silence, the only sound in the room the soft hum of the ventilator and the distant murmur of the city outside. seonghwa held onto hongjoong's hand, unwilling to let go even as he knew he had to.

suddenly, hongjoong's breathing became more erratic, his chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. seonghwa's heart clenched in his chest as he watched helplessly, tears streaming down his face.

"hongjoong," he whispered desperately, willing him to hold on just a little longer.

hongjoong's grip on seonghwa's hand slackened, his breathing slowing until it finally stilled altogether.

time seemed to stand still as seonghwa sat beside hongjoong's lifeless body, the reality of his loss crashing over him like a tidal wave. he pressed his forehead against hongjoong's, his body shaking with silent sobs.

"i'm sorry," seonghwa whispered brokenly, his voice barely audible. "i'm so sorry, joong."

the room was filled with a profound sense of emptiness, the absence of hongjoong's presence a gaping hole in seonghwa's being.

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