#anyhow thanks again for sending the req anon :DD

[strayfreckles]

Could you maybe do like a scenario where reader is sitting in Seungmin’s lap they’re just talking or something and it’s just super cute and super fluffy? Your writing is so cute btw. :’))

hello there !! first of all, thank u so much for ur kind words 🥰 i truly appreciate them & second, i’m sorry that this is a bit late—i was kinda out of it for a few weeks sndkekkekd

n e ways, hope you enjoy <33

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[a little boost]

“Y/N, are you okay?”

Seungmin’s gentle tone snaps you out of your adrenaline-filled haze and you flick your eyes towards where he’s sitting, but spots are dancing in your vision and the light makes your head pound; you grumble out something inaudible and kick away from your spot by the table, joints popping at the sudden motion.

“Yeah, I am—I’m just going through the process of becoming a banana,” you counter, straightening your back and a jagged breath escapes your teeth when pain digs into your shoulder blades like arrowheads. “Ah, shit.”

His eyes mirror concern when he watches you stand from the chair, and he momentarily sets aside the book he’s been devouring for the past thirty minutes or so, “I thought you already finished the assignment?”

You shrug, “Apparently there was one given last week that I’d completely forgotten about and is due in…” you pause and glance at your watch, eyebrows furrowing, “four hours. If I don’t work on this now my grades are going to bite me so hard in the ass.”

Seungmin can only sigh when you stand from your place, watching you with a gaze slightly reminiscent of a disappointed teacher, and you send him a sheepish smile.

“Hey, I can finish this! No worries,” you wave at him like your reassurances actually work, and his expression morphs into a small frown (which sets your heart into chaos, because he looks like a puppy and how the fuck can someone look this adorable?) of someone unconvinced, and you laugh softly. “Trust me, Seungmo. I just need a little… energizer.”

Automatically, your eyes zero in on the unopened bag of pretzels beside him, and as you dart forward to snatch it he clutches onto your wrist and tugs you toward him until you end up on his lap, with you letting out a tiny “oof!”

All fatigue melts away once you feel his arms wrap around your waist, and you play mindlessly with his hair as a smile paints your face, his fingertips tracing out hearts across your hips and he pulls you closer, “This is why I keep telling you to not procrastinate—I hate seeing you all stressed.”

You chuckle and rest your chin on his shoulder. “I didn’t procrastinate, I just forgot about it. But I’ll try to be more mindful.”

You pull away to cup his cheek, and you think you’ll never get used to the way he looks at you; it’s the same look he had when you took him stargazing—full of awe, and you truly think you don’t deserve him. You lean forward to kiss him, but even you know that it isn't enough to encompass all your gratitude for him. But you can’t help the chuckle that escapes you, and Seungmin glances at you quizzically.

“You know, what I meant when I said energizer was food, but I think this is way better.”

Seungmin smiles almost timidly, but there’s a familiar glint in his eye, “Liar.”

“Fine. Your embrace comes very close to food. Happy now?”