#i’ve ltrly just started this fic and i already need him

[suebin]

ok let me read this bc when i was reading the synopsis… it seemed a bit too familiar 😹

*ೃ 19:46

↳ your boyfriend seungmin takes it upon himself to make sure you've eaten, in spite of your insane workload.

GENRE: fluff, established relationship, vague college au WARNINGS: mentions of food, not properly proofread WORD COUNT: 800+ FAE'S NOTES: came to me in a fever dream (fever dream being me actually being swamped with work). if you spot any discrepancies re: repeating lines, missing paras, please tell me. it's probably tumblr messing up my post again hehe

you've been sitting here for six hours, although it has barely felt like six hours the entire time. not once have you moved from your spot by your desk – not even to get a snack or hit the washroom. your desk is littered with used scrap paper, miscellaneous charging wires, empty oreo packaging, and a half-empty bottle of water. still, you're too preoccupied with the 5000-word report plastered on your computer screen to notice the absolute mess you've created the past couple of hours, or the fact that your boyfriend has been peeking out at you from the hallway for the past minute, fresh from his afternoon nap.

if seungmin didn't know any better, he'd think it was a monday morning with the sheer volume of work you've practically been drowning in today, but it is in fact saturday. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't the tiniest bit upset that he wasn't able to cuddle and lounge around with you all day like you usually would on weekends, but for the most part, he's understandably concerned for your well-being.

he turns his head towards the clock hanging off the wall in your living room. 7:46pm – it's dinner time. he glances at you again, as your face inches closer towards the screen, eyes squinted for proofreading. seungmin sleepily shuffles over to you and bends down to get a quick look at whatever you're working on. "oh, you're awake?" you remark softly, although your eyes never once peel themselves from your laptop. seungmin hums in response, hands reaching to comb through your hair as he skims through your report. "almost done?"

he turns his head towards the clock hanging off the wall in your living room. 7:46pm – it's dinner time. he glances at you again, as your face inches closer towards the screen, eyes squinted for proofreading. seungmin sleepily shuffles over to you and bends down to get a quick look at whatever you're working on. "oh, you're awake?" you remark softly, although your eyes never once peel themselves from your laptop. seungmin hums in response, hands reaching to comb through your hair as he skims through your report. "almost done?"

you shake your head slowly, pushing your glasses up your nose bridge. "i've still got 1000 words left," you pout, finally looking up at your boyfriend, who is still gently playing with your hair. seungmin pouts back and leans down to give your lips a quick peck. "you're almost there," he softly assures, before leaning himself against the table, arms folded against his chest. "hungry?"

you shake your head again. "you can eat without me tonight, i'll make myself some instant noodles or something later. when i'm hungry," you proposed, as the clacking sounds from your keyboard resumes. seungmin playfully tuts in faux disappointment. "did you even have lunch?"

"do..." you pause to take a quick look at the trash strewn across your desk. "...5 packets of oreos count?"

"you know damn well they don't."

"i'm fine though."

seungmin rolls his eyes as he pushes himself off the wall. "you're gonna worry me to death one day," he mutters under his breath as he begins making a beeline for the kitchen. all you do is chuckle in response.

your boyfriend is far from being the best cook, but he definitely tries his best. you weren't paying close attention, but you did hear the clanging of pots and pans from the kitchen in the 30 minutes that followed your brief conversation. the aroma of bolognese has wafted its way over to where you are, and you have to admit, it does smell appetising. have you actually been hungry this whole time, or is gordon ramsay in your kitchen? you make a mental note to get up and make yourself some instant noodles later, once you complete another 300 words.

you hear the faint noise of seungmin trudging out of the kitchen, footsteps inching closer until he's by your side again. he sits on the chair right by you, and wordlessly places two large plates of spaghetti bolognese on the table, not before slightly cleaning up the mess you've made. he slowly slides your plate – the one with a lot more spaghetti than the other, you've noticed – over to your side of the desk. you shoot him a look of confusion upon realising. "what–"

"eat. now," seungmin pointed at your plate.

"no, not now. later! after i–"

your boyfriend always does this thing whenever he attempts to nag at you to take care of yourself, and it's surprisingly effective. he shoots you the stink eye. not an expression of malicious intent or anger, but a playful one that says 'i care about you, but it's easier to nag at you instead'. the stink eye itself never scares you – on the contrary, you actually find it incredibly adorable. you actually appreciated the sentiment more than you've ever let on: for someone like seungmin to go out of his way to cook an entire meal for you, it must only mean he really loves you.

you sigh and shut your laptop, before leaning in to plant a sloppy, slightly prolonged kiss on his cheek. "okay, i'll eat," you tell him, earning yourself the widest smile on seungmin's face. he leans in slightly – he's asking you to give him another kiss on the cheek. you oblige. he reaches out to squeeze your hand. "thank you baby," you mutter, as you begin to dig in. seungmin is still far from being the best cook, but this was one of the best meals of your life.