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seokmn · 1 day ago

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VALENTINE’S DAY AT HOME ༘⋆♡⸝⸝⊹。°˖➴

pairing: seokmin x gn!reader wc: 0.6k words warnings: none

📣. tagging: @wonkierideul !

“there’s this thing they call love and i feel it when we touch”

Seokmin looked outside the window and pouted. He was clearly frustrated about the storm, he had planned so many things to do with you on valentine's day, only to be ruined by the shitty weather.

“Hey,” you smiled and patted the bed. Seokmin sighed and laid down next to you, turning his body to face you. “I’m sorry we have to stay at home. I had amazing plans, I’ve been planning things for today since last year,” Seokmin said quietly and you could sense how upset he was from his tone to the way he avoided your gaze like he was scared that you would be mad at him.

“It’s okay, Minnie. It’s not your fault,” you took a strand of hair away from his eyes and caressed his temple with your thumb. “But I wanted to do fun things with you. I wanted it to be a sunny day, not a depressing rainy day that looks like it’s already night.”

You got closer to him, your shoulders touching each other as you ran your index finger through his face, taking note of every facial feature. “Maybe the clouds are sad,” Seokmin looked at you with a confused expression. “Seeing all those lovely couples having fun while they can’t date? Depressing. Imagine if we went out? Do you think the clouds could handle seeing such a strong couple like us? Never!”

Seokmin chuckled and you smiled in return. “There it is,” you booped the tip of his nose. “Am I getting the bright Minnie back? I want him back with his shining smile that can light up a whole town. I want to hear that laughter that melts my heart and my entire body.”

“Eyyy,” Seokmin snorted and turned his head away from you to hide his flustered smile before turning back at you and pinching your cheek. “You’re way too cheesy for your own good.”

“Learned from the best,” you smiled and leaned forward, your lips finding his in a comforting kiss. Seokmin smiled against your lips and cupped your cheek.

The feeling of his smile against your lips made your heart beat faster. Everything about Seokmin made you feel like a teenager in love, but you always went crazy when he did that, and he even knew how to do it properly according to what atmosphere he wanted to create. He wanted to create a lovely and comfy atmosphere, so his smile was sweet, full of love and admiration.

You broke the kiss with a few pecks on his lips that only came to an end because of Seokmin’s grin. “I’m so happy to be with you.”

“Me too,” he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Thank you for being here with me, thank you for being my valentine.”

He brushed his nose against yours before hugging your waist and pulling you closer. You had your face hidden in his neck as he placed his chin on top of your head.

“You know what? This is actually very nice,” his fingers moved up and down slowly on your arm. “Having you here in my arms while we chill and listen to the rain.”

“See? And there you were all sad for staying at home. We can even cook something different and maybe play some games later.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m not upset anymore. The weather ruined my plans, all of them!” you chuckled and he gave you a playful and harmless slap on your shoulder for laughing before sighing. “But I guess you’re right… but I want to stay like this for a while.”

“I agree,” you pulled your head back to look up at him. “Little nap?”

“You read my mind, sweetheart. Let’s take a nap.”

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starlightsreigns · 1 day ago

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daddy lessons | a lemonade story

summary ⇢ mellie finds solace with the people who brought her life. six months feel like a lifetime without him, but her daddy warned her about men like him, so where does she go from here? word count ⇢ 2.5k tag ⇢ none. | five ; accountability “My daddy said shoot”

My daddy warned me about men like you

There’s an under-appreciated peace at your parent's house when you’re in pain. They don’t judge the hurt you're feeling, and they don’t ask questions when they can feel it in their bones that their daughter just needs their support. My mom can read my mind and it’s been like that since my younger years — she has that special ability to know exactly what the problem is without me uttering a word.

“Mellie, baby, come eat.” she stands beside the couch. “You can finish your show afterward.”

Her hands pull me off the couch, then lead me into the dining room where my dad is waiting. He sports a sad smile when we meet eyes, but doesn’t say anything. I know it’s because he doesn’t know what to say besides cracking a joke.

Breakfast is quiet. My fork scraps against the side of the plate. Usually, I’d scarf down whatever my mom makes, but eating is the last thing I want after the last couple of weeks… and months… and year that I’ve had. It leaves me nauseous and anxious.

My mom leaves the table after a while, taking the silence with her. My dad finally clears his throat but it’s impossible for me to look up at him. I know he’s going to try and give me advice, but as much as I love him, it’s not what I'm looking for.

Came into this world, daddy’s little girl

“I know this isn’t what you want right now, Mel, but listen.” My dad sets his utensils down. “You don’t have to tell us what’s going on with Roman, but you Mellie, you’re stronger than that.”

Defeat fills my entire body at his words, but he continues.

“I love you, Melody, you’re my only baby girl and I don’t like seeing you upset. It hurts my heart.”

Finally, the dam inside me breaks. The tears fall across my creek and my chest tightens in an attempt to keep my sobs at bay. My dad moves to the chair beside me and wraps his arm around me, cradling me against his chest when the sobs finally escape my body.

“It’s okay, let it out.” He hums. “You can’t let this break you, Mellie, this won’t break you.”

My breaths choke out, “It hurts, I trusted him and –”

He stops me, “I never wanted you to go through something like this.” His voice chokes out. “It took a long time for your mom to ever forgive me, but I never want you to feel like this defines you or that you have to stay in something like this.”

When I was in middle school, my parents went through the roughest part of their relationship. He cheated on her with a coworker, and my mom who’s usually the nicest person, went on a bender filled with rage. I felt the coldness in the house and how much hatred she carried for over two years. For the longest time, no one was sure they’d ever get back together. It took separation and a lot of therapy for it to even be a conversation for them.

“I know, papa.” I sigh.

We sit in silence for a little while longer. My eyes shift up, hearing the clicks of my mom’s heels. She offers us a small smile and beckons us to follow. In the living room, she had it set up for a movie day. The couch was filled with blankets, more food on the coffee table and the lights turned down.

But at this moment, I’m thankful that neither of my parents brought up the famous I told you so. They initially had concerns about me getting married. They love Roman, they really do, but his career made my mom question how the space would affect us. My dad said he saw a piece of him in Roman, and as bad as it is to say, I wish it wasn’t this part. The infidelity that broke my mom is now breaking me.

He said, “Baby girl he’s playing you”

“Mellie, you have a visitor.” My mom stands in the doorway.

A groan slips past my lips as I turn to look at her. She motions me out and then disappears before I can get out of bed. I shuffle out and down the stairs. At the last step, Roman stands there with my dad. It’s tense. My dad is staring at Roman with his hands stuffed into his pockets. The look on his face forces Roman to stare down at the ground.

“Dad,” My hand lays gently on his arm, kindly nudging him away but he only takes a step.

“You can talk to her,” He grits.

My heart pounds through my chest. I turn to my mom who is standing in the living room awkwardly. How can I plead for them to leave us alone? This is already too much and I can’t handle a conversation with him when they’re standing beside us. My mom finally looks at me and sees the look in my eyes and nods.

“Hun, c’mon, let’s leave them.” She walks over and grabs his arm.

“I don’t trust him, baby, I can’t let him keep playing my daughter.”

A chill runs up my spine as my dad takes a step closer to Roman. It’s an involuntary movement for me to move up and block Roman from my dad. I’m not sure why I want to protect Roman from the ass-whooping my dad would so graciously give him, but there’s a piece of me that doesn’t want to see him bleeding on the floor. He’s still my husband.

“Dad, please, just let me talk to him.” I smile softly. “Twenty minutes and I’ll be back inside.”

For a moment, while his eyes are still locked on Roman, I’m sure my dad was ready to jump across me and tackle him to the ground. Thankfully, he nods and steps back into my mom.

Outside, I sit on the porch swing. Roman stands near the door and takes a deep breath. It makes me laugh softly.

“I’m happy that made you laugh,” Roman hums with a small smile. “I thought he was gonna shoot me.”

“He has his shotgun in there, it’s still possible.” I glance in his direction. “What are you doin’ here, Roman?”

Roman carefully sits beside me on the swing, “I know you don’t wanna see me, Mellie, but I can’t go every day without seeing you.” He glances at me. “I know you’re here and safe, but I just have to see it myself.”

The cool air makes me wrap my arms around my shoulder and then lean up. I keep my eyes on the driveway to try and come up with any words. My mind swirls with too many thoughts and too many different emotions. As I zone out, I feel Roman’s jacket on my shoulder. It doesn’t make me move but instead close my eyes.

“It doesn’t make this any easier, Roman, seeing you all the time doesn’t help me figure out where we’ll go from here.” I finally look at him. “I love you with all my heart and that’s the problem. I love you so much that I can’t step back and truly feel all the emotions.”

He nods, “What can I do? I can’t be away from you, Mellie, but I want to fix this.”

The heavenly smell radiating off of Roman’s jacket makes my head spin. This is the closest we’ve been in months and it makes me realize how much I’ve missed him. Two months can feel like a lifetime. I wrap his jacket around me tighter and sigh.

“There’s so much hate in my heart, still, I wish the love was enough but I can’t remember any of the good.”

Silence follows. Neither one of us knows how to continue.

A question hammers through my brain like a drum. It’s something that has been tucked away since coming to my parents' house. If me and my mom could forgive my dad for his mistakes in the past, why can’t I move past this with Roman? If I love Roman the way I know I do, why can’t I allow us to rehab it?

The sound of the front door opening pushes the thought away. My dad steps a foot out and looks in our direction. He motions me inside and it reminds me of when I was younger and guys would come around – they were never allowed in the house and we had twenty minutes on the porch before he’d eventually tell them to go the hell home. Something never changes with my dad.

So, because I know he’d pull me into the house, I stand and start towards the door.

“Mel, please come home.” Roman grabs my hand. “Please.”

Focusing on my dad for a second, but he surprisingly doesn’t give me a reaction. Instead, he looks away and peers at the yard. I’m left alone to make that decision.

“I can’t.” My voice shakes when I glance back at Roman. “I can’t do that.”

Tough girl is what I had to be

For four days I rotted in bed while wrapped in Roman’s jacket. Every time I see him there’s some sort of regression that happens. Yet, I’m not even sure I can call it regression. I want to forgive him, but my pride and the hurt make it impossible for me to ever let those words come out of my mouth.

The house is empty while my parents are at church this morning. The silence isn’t comforting. It takes me back to countless mornings, evenings, and nights I spent wondering where he was and if he was with her. It reminds me of the nights when he lay in bed and I sat on the floor in agony. The silence reminds me of the pain anger and sorrow that I can’t seem to shake anymore.

How can I ever go back to normal? The person I was a year ago was someone I can’t even remember now. Melody from a year ago was lively, she partied, hung out with her friends on a daily, and would jump at the thought of her husband coming home to see her. Now, she sits in a house an hour away from him.

My world stopped spinning a long time ago and I’m just now feeling the effects.

From my spot on the couch, I can see out the window and to the yard. The rain sprinkles softly and casts a beautiful glow on everything due to the sun that was also out – you can’t help but love Florida weather, it’s as bipolar as my emotions about Roman are right now.

A figure passes by the window and a knock rings through the house. There’s a part of me that so desperately wants to ignore it and sink further into the couch and my despair, but a voice forces me to go against that.

“Sis, come open the door, I know you in there.”

When I finally, through much internal monolouge, open the door, Jey gives me his award-winning smile. He doesn’t wait for me to say anything before he pulls me into his arms. A groan slips pass my lips at the sheer force behind the hug.

“You’re gonna crush me, Jey, lemme breathe.” I choke out.

He let’s go of me reluctantly, but keeps his hands on my shoulders, “I just wanted to check on you, baby, Trin’s worried about you.”

“I’m fine, brother, just trying to…” My voice trails off.

I’m not sure what the hell I’m trying to do anymore. I thought I’d figure everything out by now, it’s been six months, but I’m more confused now than I was on day one.

“What the fuck?” After plopping back down on the couch, I look up at Jey, “I don’t know what the hell I’m trying to do.”

Jey sits beside me and takes my hand into his, “You know we all here for you, Mel, and we always gone be on your side.” He rubs his fingers over the palm of my hand. “Tell me what you need and I’ll help you.”

My mind goes blank. I’m not sure what can be done at this point to make anything easier for me. But, I know Jey won’t leave this house until he gets an answer, that’s just the type of person he is. For as long as we’ve known each other, Jey is very confrontatioanal and he can’t help it. I lean against his shoulder and stare at the wall.

“You believe me, right, Mellie, Imma always be here for you?” Jey leans down to find me eyes. “Cause I don’t think you believin’ me.”

“I believe you, swear.” I whisper into his shoulder. “I’m just so lost and I feel like my life is falling apart.”

For a moment, he lets us sit silently. The way his focus stays on rubbing my hand makes me take a deep breath.

“Did she tell you?” My voice fights against me. I’m not sure he heard what I ask, but when he clears his throught I shut my eyes. “I don’t want Roman to know.”

“I won’t tell him, Mel, okay?” Jey wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer. “Let’s just sit here.”

He taught me to be strong

How much longer can I stay here?

How much longer can I be angry?

How much longer can I pretend I’ll be okay?

There needs to be a resolve and I can’t picture my life without Roman. I can live without him. I can survive without him, but I don’t want this to be the end of everything we’ve worked for all these years. Yet, maybe something just need to end.

“Melody, come here.” My mom beckons me from the kitchen.

It was nearly time for dinner and she’s standing near the stove. I leaning against the sink with a roll of the eye. My irritation isn’t with her, she knows that, but I’m not sure how to get rid of this feeling.

“This feeling you have, the one you don’t want to share with any of us, I understand it and I resonate with it.” She glances at me. “It took me so long to forgive your father and there was a point where I thought if I forgive him I’d lose a piece of myself, but whatever you decide won’t break you and it won’t make you any less of a woman.”

My eyes focus on the ground. I’m not sure what she wants me to say but she continues.

“What he did isn’t right and there’s no way to get rid of that hurt, baby, but if you love him and you want to make it work you both have to take that first step and talk through this.” She finally turns and looks at me. “If you don’t want to stay, you don’t have to, but you both still need to talk.”

We need to talk.

I stare at my mom for a moment then nod.

We have to talk.

… but I’m not ready.

“Your mother is a woman and women like her cannot be contained. Mother dearest, let me inherit the earth. Teach me how to make him beg. Let me make up for the years he made you wait. Did he bend your reflection? Did he make you forget your own name? Did he convince you he was a god? Did you get on your knees daily? Do his eyes close like doors? Are you a slave to the back of his head?”