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heyy sweetheart!! what about seungkwan and 46. "i’m not sure i can behave if you keep looking at me like that."??!? tyyy

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suggestive prompt #46: "i'm not sure i can behave if you keep looking at me like that."

"behave," you muttered under your breath, cheeks flushing as you gently pried seungkwan's hand off your thigh for the third time that day. his family was sitting right across from you at the lunch table, chatting about the best local (jeju island) seafood restaurants, completely oblivious to the way seungkwan's fingertips kept tracing lazy circles under your sundress.

he gave you a cheeky smile, leaning in closer under the pretense of reaching for a side dish. "i'm just helping you relax," he whispered, lips brushing your ear as his fingers trailed up higher.

"seungkwan," you hissed, your glare barely effective against the twinkle in his eyes.

by the time you made it to the beach for an afternoon stroll, you thought he might finally ease up. but no. he stood behind you as you admired the ocean, his arms slipping around your waist. you felt his lips graze your temple before he murmured, “are you cold? i can warm you up.”

you turned to face him, giving him a playful but firm nudge. "behave. your mom is literally watching us from the car."

he just laughed, his nose scrunching adorably as he caught his mother’s wave in the distance.

dinner with his childhood friends should have been a reprieve, but of course, seungkwan was relentless. the restaurant was cozy, the warm lighting reflecting off the bottles of soju and glasses of beer scattered across the table. you were in the middle of laughing at one of his friend’s stories when you felt his palm settle on the small of your back, his hands moving lower as he trace mindless patterns.

you glanced at him, raising an eyebrow.

“what?” he asked, all innocence, though his hand stayed put, fingers gently rubbing through the fabric of your dress.

"seungkwan. behave," you warned in a low voice, trying not to let the others notice.

“i am behaving,” he replied, leaning in to rest his chin on your shoulder. “i’m just… affectionate.”

“you’re so annoying,” you muttered, but you couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips.

the walk back to the guesthouse was quiet, the cool night air soothing after the warmth of the restaurant. but as soon as the door clicked shut behind you, seungkwan turned on you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“what’s up with you today?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“what do you mean?” he asked, feigning innocence again, though the smirk playing on his lips gave him away.

“you know what i mean. all day—your hands. it’s like you’ve forgotten we were around your family, your friends—”

before you could finish your sentence, seungkwan closed the distance between you in two quick steps, his arms circling your waist as he gently guided you toward the bed. his lips found yours in a sudden, passionate kiss that left you breathless.

"kwan-ah!" you gasped, pulling back slightly, but his hands tightened around your waist, his forehead resting against yours.

“i couldn’t help it,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses along your jawline. “do you have any idea how hard it is to keep my hands to myself when i’m around you?”

you opened your mouth to reply, but no words came out. you could only stare at him, heart racing as his hands traced your sides, his touch both gentle and insistent.

“you’re beautiful,” he continued, his voice low, “and i’ve spent the entire day pretending i’m not completely obsessed with you. do you still want me to behave now that we’re alone?”

your breath hitched as his lips hovered over your neck, his gaze burning into you as yours bore into his. your hooded eyes only pushed him more.

“because,” he whispered, his voice dropping to a husky tone, “i’m not sure i can behave if you keep looking at me like that.”

all you could do was shake your head, no! you want to scream, don't stop, don't behave, kiss me. but your voice fails you entirely as seungkwan leans in and captures your lips intoanother heated kiss, this time with no hesitation.

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27. "did you plan this whole day just to make me happy?"

reader plans a perfect date with seungkwan doing all the things he enjoys (maybe karaoke? and serenading him with his favorite song)

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fluff prompt #27: "did you plan this whole day just to make me happy?"

seungkwan had barely finished his coffee when you tugged him out the door, an excited glint in your eyes and a mysterious grin on your face.

"where are we going?" he asked for the third time, his steps quick to keep up with yours.

"you’ll see," you said, refusing to give him anything more than that.

he huffed, but there was no real annoyance behind it. if anything, he was intrigued. it wasn’t every day you were this secretive, and the way you kept looking back at him with a barely-contained smile only made him more curious.

the first stop was a cozy little café tucked away in a corner of the city. the atmosphere was warm and inviting, with soft music playing in the background and the smell of freshly baked pastries in the air.

"you always say eating their blueberry muffins make you happy," you said, sliding a plate toward him.

"because they do," he replied, his mood instantly brightening. "how did you even remember that?"

"i listen when you talk, seungkwan," you teased, taking a sip of your drink.

he tried to brush off the way your words made his heart flutter, but the soft smile on his face betrayed him.

the next stop was the real surprise—a private karaoke room.

"you didn’t," seungkwan said, eyes wide as you handed him the microphone.

"i did," you replied, grinning. "now show me what you’ve got, boo seungkwan."

it didn’t take much convincing. seungkwan was in his element, belting out ballads and pop hits with all the passion in the world. you clapped and cheered after every performance, your laughter filling the room whenever he threw in a dramatic pose or an exaggerated wink.

"your turn," he said, holding out the mic.

"oh no," you said, shaking your head. "this is your day."

"then humor me," he countered, giving you a look you couldn’t refuse.

reluctantly, you took the microphone and picked one of his favorite songs. as the music started, you caught his gaze, and the playful teasing in your eyes melted into something softer.

"are you… serenading me?" he asked, his voice quieter now.

"maybe," you said, your tone light but your eyes sincere.

he didn’t even realize he was holding his breath as you sang, your voice filling the room in a way that felt intimate, like this moment was just for the two of you.

after karaoke, you led him to a small park, where a picnic blanket and a basket of his favorite snacks were waiting.

"okay," seungkwan said, sitting down beside you. "this is getting suspicious."

"what is?" you asked, feigning innocence as you handed him a sandwich.

"you," he said, turning to face you fully. "did you plan this whole day just to make me happy?"

you paused, caught off guard by the sudden seriousness in his tone. "well… yeah," you admitted, a little shy now. "you’ve been so busy and stressed lately. i just thought you could use a day to unwind. and… i wanted to do something special for you. make you happy a little." you confessed.

his heart clenched at your words, a warmth spreading through his chest. "baby," he said softly, his voice tinged with something you couldn’t quite place.

"what?" you asked, a little nervous under his gaze.

"you’re too good to me," he said, shaking his head with a smile that was equal parts fond and amazed.

"you deserve it," you replied, nudging his shoulder.

"no, really," he insisted, his eyes searching yours. "you didn’t have to go through all this trouble."

"it wasn’t trouble," you said, your voice firm. "& i wanted to."

he stared at you for a moment, his usual quick wit and humor nowhere to be found. instead, he reached out and took your hand, his thumb brushing against your knuckles.

"thank you," he said quietly, the sincerity in his voice making your cheeks warm.

"you're welcome," you replied, squeezing his hand gently.

and as the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, seungkwan decided that this was one of the best days he’d ever had—not because of the karaoke or the picnic or even the blueberry muffins, but because it was all done by you, for him.

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44. "let’s stay up all night talking, just like we used to."

seungkwan and reader have both been very busy lately so they haven’t spent a lot of time together. seungkwan has been sad and needy so he tells reader this ^ and they spend the night catching up and sharing funny stories

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fluff prompt #44: "let's stay up all night talking, just like we used to."

seungkwan flopped onto the couch with a dramatic sigh, his head resting on the armrest as he stared at the ceiling. you glanced at him from the kitchen, your hands still busy drying the last of the dishes.

“what’s with the theatrics?” you asked, walking over to join him.

“i’m starved,” he mumbled.

“you just ate dinner,” you pointed out, sitting down on the floor beside the couch so you could see his face.

“not for food,” he said, his voice softer now. he turned his head to look at you, his expression unusually serious. “for you.”

you blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his tone. “what do you mean?”

he sat up, his knee brushing yours. “i mean… we’ve both been so busy lately. i feel like i barely see you anymore.”

you sighed, guilt tugging at your chest. it was true—between his packed schedule and your own responsibilities, quality time had been scarce. “i know,” you said quietly. “i miss you too.”

he hesitated, his gaze flickering to yours before he spoke again. “then… let’s stay up all night talking, just like we used to.”

your lips parted in surprise, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at him.

“remember how we used to do that?” he continued, a small, nostalgic smile playing on his lips. “we’d just sit and talk about anything and everything until the sun came up.”

“of course i remember,” you said, smiling back. “those were some of my favorite nights.”

“so let’s do it again,” he said, his voice almost pleading. “tonight. no phones, no distractions. just us.”

you couldn’t say no to him, not when he was looking at you like that. “okay,” you said softly.

a few hours later, the two of you were curled up on the couch, a pile of blankets thrown haphazardly over your legs. an empty bowl of popcorn sat on the coffee table, and the soft hum of a playlist seungkwan had made filled the background.

“do you remember the first time we went to karaoke together?” he asked, his eyes shining with amusement.

“how could i forget?” you replied, laughing. “you sang that one ballad so dramatically that the staff came to check if everything was okay.”

“i was passionate,” he defended, though his cheeks flushed pink.

“you were loud,” you teased, nudging him with your elbow.

he grinned, leaning back against the cushions. “i don’t regret it. that night was perfect.”

“it was,” you agreed, your smile softening. “you always make things fun.”

“you’re just saying that,” he said, though there was a touch of bashfulness in his tone.

“i’m not,” you insisted. “you’re the most fun person i know. and the most caring. and, honestly, the most dramatic, but in a good way.”

“you’re making me blush,” he muttered, covering his face with his hands.

“good,” you said, laughing as you pulled his hands away.

he looked at you then, his smile fading into something gentler. “i really missed this,” he said quietly.

“me too,” you admitted.

the conversation turned softer after that, slipping into memories and stories you hadn’t shared before. seungkwan told you about a funny mishap during practice, complete with spot-on impressions of the other members, and you shared a ridiculous story about a coworker that had him clutching his stomach from laughing so hard.

time seemed to blur, the hours passing in a haze of laughter, shared snacks, and the occasional yawn.

“what time is it?” you asked eventually, your voice thick with sleep.

seungkwan glanced at the clock. “almost 4am.”

“we’re really stayin up, huh?” you said, smiling despite your tiredness.

“of course,” he said, reaching for your hand. “it’s worth it.”

you laced your fingers through his, your heart swelling at the simple gesture. “you’re worth it,” you said softly.

his eyes softened, and he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “i’m keeping you up all night more often.”

“i’ll look forward to it,” you teased, resting your head on his shoulder.

and as the first hints of dawn began to creep through the curtains, you felt a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the blankets but rather, from the boy—curled up next to you, talking until the rest of the world faded away.

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angst prompt #21 with female reader telling seungkwan "you don’t get to walk back into my life like this”. maybe they had a big argument and seungkwan ghosts them for a few days giving them the silent treatment?

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angst prompt #21: "you don't get to walk back into my life like this."

seungkwan wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he knocked on your door. he had been pacing for days, replaying the argument over and over in his head. each word you’d said stung, and he hated himself for not having the courage to fight for you, to fix things right away.

when he saw you standing in front of him, all he could feel was the weight of your silence—the silence that had hung between you for days now, ever since he decided to give you the cold shoulder instead of talking things out.

“seungkwan,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. but the way you looked at him told him everything he needed to know. the hurt, the anger, and maybe even a little bit of sadness.

“hey,” he managed to say, forcing a smile that he knew didn’t reach his eyes.

you crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe. your eyes were sharp, and for a moment, seungkwan couldn’t find the words to explain himself.

“what do you want, seungkwan?” you asked, the anger now clear in your tone. “you’ve been ignoring me for days, not even bothering to reach out, and now you just show up like this? like nothing happened?”

he opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. how could he explain? how could he say he was sorry when he hadn’t even fully figured out what was going on in his head?

“you don’t get to walk back into my life like this,” you continued, your voice growing louder, more intense with every word. “i thought you didn’t want me anymore. i thought i meant nothing to you, and now you show up here wanting my forgiveness like you didn’t just leave me in the dark?”

seungkwan’s chest tightened. his heart hurt with every word you said. “i never meant to hurt you,” he whispered, but it felt like the words were too small, too late to undo the damage he had caused.

“you hurt me, seungkwan,” you shot back, your voice trembling now, a mixture of anger and heartache. “you made me feel like i wasn’t important enough for you to even talk to. i waited for you to reach out, to come back and apologize. but nothing came. you just... you just ghosted me, like i was nothing.”

his throat went dry as he saw the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “i... i’m sorry,” he said, his voice breaking. “i didn’t mean to hurt you. i was just... scared.”

“scared?” you scoffed, shaking your head. “scared of what? of talking to me? of telling me what was going on? you left me with no explanation, seungkwan. no warning. just silence. and now you want me to forgive you just because you came back?”

seungkwan took a shaky breath. “i know i messed up. i’ve been trying to figure out what i was feeling, but i should’ve talked to you. i shouldn’t have left you hanging.”

you stared at him, searching his face for something, anything that could make sense of this. “you didn’t want to talk to me. you didn’t even try. you just decided it was easier to shut me out. and now you think that showing up here and saying you’re sorry is going to fix everything?”

seungkwan felt the weight of your words crushing him. he didn’t know what he was hoping for, but it wasn’t this. he wasn’t ready for the harsh truth of how much his silence had hurt you. how much he had taken from you by avoiding the situation.

“please,” he whispered, stepping forward, but you didn’t move. “i didn’t mean for any of this to happen. i’m so sorry. i know i don’t deserve your forgiveness, but i need you to know that i care. i care so much.”

you looked away for a moment, wiping at the tears that had started to fall. “seungkwan...” your voice cracked. “you made me feel like i was nothing to you. and that hurts more than you’ll ever know.”

he reached for you then, but you stepped back, shaking your head. “no,” you said, the finality in your voice hitting him harder than anything. “you don’t get to just walk back into my life after everything.”

seungkwan’s heart shattered. he stood there, unsure of what to do, feeling helpless in the face of your pain. he had lost your trust, and he wasn’t sure how to earn it back, if it was even possible.

but then, you looked up at him, and for a moment, the anger in your eyes softened.

“seungkwan, i don’t know if i can forgive you,” you said quietly, your voice barely audible. “but... i want to try. i don’t want to lose you. but you have to prove that you actually care. you have to show me you’re not going to do this again.”

his chest tightened, and for the first time in days, he felt like he could breathe. “i will. i’ll do whatever it takes to make it right. i promise.”

you didn’t answer right away, but after a long moment, you let out a small, shaky breath. “you better.”

seungkwan nodded, his heart still racing. “i will,” he repeated, stepping closer. this time, when he reached for you, you didn’t pull away.

and for the first time in days, he felt like maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to rebuild what you've both lost.

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