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minhosbitterriver · 3 months ago

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📷 STILL FRAMES ( stray kids )

❛ After fainting during a photography class outing, you're tenderly cared for by a seemingly cold classmate, Seungmin, leading to an unexpected and heartwarming connection between the two of you.

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Descriptions of being overheated, anxiety, and fainting, let me know if I missed anything!

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The summer sun blazed with an intensity that bordered on cruelty, its golden rays casting a relentless furnace upon the cityscape. The air shimmered with the heat, every street and alley seemingly wincing under the oppressive glare. The heavens above were a fierce, unyielding expanse of cerulean, devoid of mercy or shade.

Amidst this searing trial, you navigated the urban labyrinth, your every step a testament to perseverance. Your digital camera, a faithful companion clutched in your hand, was your shield against the unrelenting heat. It was your instrument for capturing moments of beauty amid the starkness of summer’s tyranny.

As you trailed behind your classmates, each one a silhouette against the blistering backdrop, your gaze flitted with restless anticipation. You wandered through the city streets, your eyes seeking fragments of inspiration to breathe life into your assignment. The buildings rose around you like silent, stoic sentinels, their facades glistening with a harsh, metallic sheen. In the shimmering distance, you hoped for the elusive spark that would transform the mundane into something extraordinary.

The chatter of your classmates had long faded into a mere whisper, a distant hum that barely registered in the periphery of your consciousness. Conversations ebbed and flowed like an unremarkable current, a symphony of voices blending into a soft, indistinguishable murmur. Yet, this isolation was not an anomaly but a chosen retreat, a familiar haven you embraced with quiet contentment.

Surrounded by the bustling dynamics of camaraderie and friendship, you stood apart, an island of introspection amidst a sea of social engagement. It wasn't that you were unfriendly or aloof; your laughter often mingled with theirs, your voice joining the chorus of shared jokes and light-hearted banter before and after the structured rhythm of class. But when the subject turned to the art that captivated your soul, a transformation occurred.

Photography, to you, was not just a hobby but a profound and passionate pursuit. It demanded your full attention, a devotion that bordered on reverence. Your camera was not merely a tool but an extension of your vision, a conduit through which you sought to capture the world’s hidden beauty. The play of light and shadow, the fleeting expressions on faces, the intricate details of everyday objects—all of these were fragments of a larger, more intricate tapestry that you sought to weave with each click of the shutter.

In those moments, the world around you faded into soft focus, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your art. The bonds of friendship, though cherished, were momentarily set aside, replaced by a singular concentration that sharpened your senses and heightened your awareness. This solitary journey through the realm of photography was your sanctuary, a place where you found solace and inspiration in equal measure.

The only other person in this class who might share your penchant for solitude was Kim Seungmin. He, too, seemed to navigate the world with an air of quiet detachment. Yet, there were differences in how each of you manifested this introversion. While you made a concerted effort to connect with those around you—engaging in brief conversations and sharing moments of camaraderie when class was not in session—Seungmin was an enigma, a shadow that flitted away the moment the lecture ended.

Seungmin's presence in the classroom was a paradox of visibility and invisibility. He was always the first to arrive, slipping into the room with the quiet grace of dawn's first light. Despite his punctuality, he maintained a palpable distance from the rest of the group, an invisible barrier that set him apart. His demeanor, while not unfriendly, exuded a clear message of preference for solitude.

During the lulls and intermissions, when the classroom would usually be filled with animated discussions and the laughter of budding friendships, Seungmin could be found in a corner, absorbed in his own world. His fingers danced nimbly over his camera, adjusting settings, capturing candid moments, or meticulously reviewing his shots. At other times, he would be engrossed in his phone, the screen's glow reflecting the deep concentration etched on his face.

To you, Seungmin was a mystery, a puzzle wrapped in layers of quiet introspection. There was a certain allure in his aloofness, a silent invitation to unravel the story behind his reserved exterior. Yet, you never dared to cross the unspoken boundary that he had set. His solitary nature, so akin to your own, commanded a respect that you were unwilling to breach.

Seungmin remained a figure of curiosity, a fellow traveler on the path of photographic artistry who chose a parallel yet distinctly separate route. His quiet presence was a reminder of the myriad ways one could navigate the delicate dance between isolation and connection.

Despite his reserved and enigmatic demeanor, Seungmin possessed a rare and extraordinary talent for photography. His artistry behind the lens was nothing short of breathtaking, a fact that did not go unnoticed by anyone, least of all the professor. At the conclusion of each class, a ritual unfolded: the professor would meticulously review everyone's photographs, sifting through the myriad of images to select the ones that stood out the most. Without fail, Seungmin's work consistently earned a place among the top five, a testament to his remarkable skill.

Each of Seungmin's photographs was a revelation, an abstract masterpiece that captured the world through a uniquely creative lens. His ability to see beyond the ordinary and delve into the depths of the abstract added a layer of profound beauty to his images. Where others might see a simple street scene or a mundane object, Seungmin uncovered hidden dimensions and intricate patterns, transforming the mundane into the extraordinary.

His compositions were a symphony of light and shadow, each frame meticulously crafted to evoke emotion and provoke thought. There was an unmistakable depth to his work, a silent narrative that spoke volumes without uttering a single word. The interplay of colors, the juxtaposition of textures, and the harmony of forms all coalesced into visual poetry, each photograph a verse in the grand tapestry of his artistic vision.

The professor, a seasoned connoisseur of photographic art, often marveled at Seungmin's ability to convey such profound beauty through his images. His praise, though sparing, was always effusive when it came to Seungmin's work. "A true artist," he would often muse, holding up one of Seungmin's photos for the class to admire. "His eye for detail and his innovative approach are truly remarkable."

Seungmin's talent was unmistakable, a beacon of brilliance that shone through the veil of his quiet, self-imposed solitude. Each photograph was a testament to his exceptional ability to capture the essence of the world around him, a gift that set him apart and elevated him to the ranks of the truly gifted. In his hands, the camera became not just a tool but a portal to a realm of infinite beauty and wonder.

The dryness in your mouth abruptly pulled you from the intricate web of thoughts weaving around your enigmatic classmate, who now lingered at the back of the group, his camera poised to capture yet another fleeting moment. The parched sensation nagged at you, growing more insistent with each passing second. You reluctantly tore your gaze away from Seungmin, reaching into your backpack in search of your water bottle.

As your fingers fumbled through the contents of your bag, your eyes remained vigilant, scanning your surroundings to ensure you wouldn’t stumble over any unexpected obstacles. The bustling city around you was a blur of movement and color, but you couldn’t afford to let your guard down, not even for a moment.

Finally, your hand closed around the cool plastic of your water bottle. Relief washed over you, but it was short-lived. Your heart skipped a beat when you unscrewed the cap and peered inside, only to find a single, solitary sip left. The realization that your meager supply of water was almost depleted sent a ripple of anxiety through your chest. The class was far from over, and the sweltering heat showed no signs of relenting.

A wave of apprehension washed over you, prickling at your chest like tiny, invisible needles. You finished the last sip, the tepid water doing little to quench your thirst, and tried to steady your racing thoughts. With a shaky breath, you reassured yourself that you could endure the remaining time. Surely, there would be a place nearby where you could refill your bottle.

Determined not to let the anxiety take hold, you pressed on, reminding yourself that the city was vast and filled with countless opportunities. Somewhere among the winding streets and towering buildings, an oasis of hydration awaited. All you had to do was stay focused and keep an eye out for that small but vital reprieve.

The merciless sun, as if sensing your growing anxiety, seemed to blaze even hotter, its relentless rays wrapping you in a suffocating embrace. Beads of sweat clung to your skin in a sticky shimmer, making each movement feel laborious and sluggish. Despite the discomfort, you forced yourself to focus on the task at hand. Your eyes roamed the cityscape, seeking inspiration amidst the familiar charm of the urban sprawl.

You recalled the instructions given by your professor before the class set out on this journey. Find something that has two textures that contrast each other, and find a way to make them complement each other in your photo. It seemed a simple enough directive, especially considering the rich tapestry of your surroundings. Yet, the sun's unyielding assault made concentration an arduous endeavor.

As you navigated the bustling streets, your gaze flitted over the varied textures that adorned the city. Rough, weathered brick walls stood in stark contrast to the sleek, reflective surfaces of modern glass buildings. The interplay between the old and the new, the rugged and the refined, offered endless possibilities for your photographic assignment. But the oppressive heat made it difficult to hold onto any coherent thought for long.

The thirst that had been barely quenched earlier resurfaced with a vengeance, its gnawing intensity magnified by the knowledge that your water bottle was now empty. Your mouth felt as dry as the arid pavement beneath your feet, and each swallow seemed to scrape against a parched throat. Anxiety prickled at the edges of your consciousness, threatening to overwhelm your resolve.

You scanned the area for potential sources of relief, hoping to spot a fountain, a café, or any place where you could refill your bottle. The city, though familiar, seemed an endless expanse under the punishing sun. Every step felt heavier, the weight of your camera pressing down on you like a leaden reminder of your mission.

Yet, amidst the discomfort and the thirst, you remained determined. You sought the contrasting textures your professor had described, letting your eyes linger on the juxtaposition of smooth marble and rough concrete, or the way a delicate flower pushed through a crack in the asphalt. There was beauty to be found here, even in the harshest of conditions.

With a deep breath, you resolved to keep going, trusting that your perseverance would lead you to both the perfect shot and the much-needed water. The city, with all its contrasts and complexities, held the promise of discovery, if only you could endure a little longer.

"It’s so hot," you vaguely heard a classmate complain, her voice barely cutting through the heavy, sweltering air as she fanned herself with a weary hand. The others nodded in weary agreement, their faces etched with the shared misery of enduring the relentless sun. "We should all go for some ice cream after this," she suggested, a hint of hope sparking briefly in her eyes.

The idea of ice cream, cool and refreshing, was undeniably appealing. Yet, you didn’t dare voice your thoughts. The fear of worsening your situation held your tongue, a silent specter of anxiety that kept you from speaking up. As you glanced around at your classmates, their faces blurred by the heat, a flicker of desperation ignited within you.

You tried to remember if you had informed anyone about your fainting spells, but your mind drew a blank. The memories were elusive, slipping through your mental grasp like water through a sieve. The thought of revealing your vulnerability gnawed at you, and although you knew you should at least ask if anyone had spare water, your anxiety clung to you like a vice, rendering you silent at a moment when you needed help the most.

The world around you seemed to shimmer and waver in the oppressive heat, the vibrant colors of the city dulled by the haze of your growing discomfort. Your throat felt like sandpaper, each breath a laborious effort. The idea of speaking up, of asking for something as simple as water, felt insurmountable. Your classmates, though kind and considerate, seemed distant and unreachable in your moment of need.

Silent, you continued to endure, your thoughts a turbulent mix of desperation and fear. The sun beat down with unwavering intensity, each ray a reminder of your growing thirst and vulnerability. You scanned the faces around you, searching for a flicker of understanding, a sign that someone might notice your distress without you having to voice it.

But no such sign came. The conversations continued, the suggestions of ice cream and relief from the heat weaving through the group like a distant promise. You swallowed dryly, your silence a heavy burden, and resolved to press on. The city held the promise of respite somewhere, and you clung to the hope that you could find it before your strength gave out.

The more you pushed forward, the more acutely aware you became of the blood coursing through your veins. It was as if each heartbeat reverberated in your ears, amplifying the sense of impending dizziness. The city's vibrant energy seemed to swirl around you, the once steady ground beneath your feet now an unpredictable, undulating surface.

As the sensation of spinning grew more intense, you reluctantly allowed yourself to fall behind the group. You sought refuge against the cool, reassuring solidity of a nearby building, leaning against its weathered facade. Taking deep breaths, you tried to steady yourself, inhaling the warm, sun-baked air and exhaling slowly in an attempt to calm the storm within.

Your classmates, absorbed in their own artistic quests, continued on without noticing your absence. This anonymity, usually a comfort in your solitary pursuits, now only served to heighten your anxiety. You couldn't blame them for their oversight; it was common for someone to linger behind, captivated by a potential photograph. Still, the reality of being unnoticed in your moment of need felt like an invisible weight pressing down on your chest.

You closed your eyes briefly, trying to focus on the rhythm of your breathing, hoping it would anchor you in the present moment. The sounds of the city buzzed around you—distant conversations, the hum of traffic, the occasional birdcall—creating a cacophony that both grounded and overwhelmed you.

Opening your eyes, you glanced at the receding forms of your classmates, their laughter and chatter fading into the background. The distance between you and them felt insurmountable, not just in physical space but in the gulf of your unspoken struggle. You pressed your back more firmly against the building, feeling the rough texture of the brick through your thin shirt, a small reminder of the world outside your internal chaos.

You knew you needed to rejoin the group, to press on and complete the assignment, but the dizziness and rising anxiety made the thought of moving almost unbearable. You considered calling out, asking for help, but the words stuck in your throat, trapped by the fear of appearing weak or needy. Instead, you remained silent, hoping that your moment of respite would be enough to regain your composure.

Your body shivered uncontrollably despite the oppressive heat, a strange and unsettling contrast that heightened your sense of unease. The world around you seemed to blur and waver, your vision losing focus at an alarming pace. Each step felt like wading through thick, invisible molasses, and even the simplest movement became a Herculean effort. Despite this, you managed to lower yourself to the sidewalk, the rough pavement a harsh but necessary support.

You concentrate on your breathing, each inhale and exhale a desperate attempt to anchor yourself in the here and now. Yet, the ringing in your ears grew louder, a piercing sound that drowned out the city's ambient noise. It was a familiar, dreaded precursor to the fainting spell you knew was imminent, a relentless force poised to take control.

In the midst of this growing chaos, a voice pierced through the din, a lifeline in the swirling haze. "Hey, are you okay?" someone asked, their concern clear even through your muddled senses. The effort to lift your head and identify the speaker was beyond you; the world had narrowed to a tunnel of indistinct shapes and sounds.

You tried to respond, to assure them or perhaps to call for help, but your words dissolved into a string of incoherent babbles. Your tongue felt thick and uncooperative, your mind struggling to form coherent thoughts as the darkness edged closer. The last thing you registered was the overwhelming sense of vulnerability, the realization that your body was betraying you in this critical moment.

As the blackness enveloped your consciousness, you felt a profound disconnect from the world around you. The sounds, the heat, the distant figure of your classmate—all faded into a void, leaving you suspended in an abyss of nothingness. The struggle to stay present, to remain in control, slipped through your grasp like sand through your fingers.

In this void, time ceased to have meaning. Seconds or minutes, it was impossible to tell how long you lingered in that state of unconsciousness. The city, with its vibrant life and relentless sun, continued on without you, a stark reminder of your fragile existence.

When you finally awoke, it felt as though you were emerging from a dense fog, your mind struggling to piece together the fragmented reality around you. The disorientation was palpable, each moment stretching as your senses slowly reconnected with the world. Your head rested on someone’s lap, and though he was turned away, his presence was both unfamiliar and comforting in your vulnerable state.

Sounds began to filter through the haze, grounding you further. The low, urgent tone of the voice above you became clearer, barking orders with a mix of authority and concern. "Get some water!" Though you couldn't see who he was addressing, the urgency in his commands cut through the remnants of your confusion.

As your awareness sharpened, you noticed your arms were held aloft above your head. This small detail triggered a memory from your past, a practice you had shared with others in case your lips ever turned blue—a sign of your body’s desperate need for oxygen. The position was meant to untie the invisible knot in your lungs, allowing air to flow more freely and ease your breathing.

With this realization, a wave of gratitude washed over you. Even in your disoriented state, you recognized the significance of this gesture. The person cradling your head had either known or intuitively understood what to do, providing a lifeline in your moment of need.

You tried to speak, to express your thanks or perhaps to reassure the person helping you, but your voice was weak and unsteady. The effort drained you, and you opted to focus on your breathing, each inhale and exhale a conscious act of reclaiming control over your body.

It wasn’t until a groan escaped your lips that the person holding you turned to face you. Instantly, your face flushed with a deep wave of embarrassment upon recognizing him—it was Seungmin. The reassuring smile he sent your way was a beautifully rare sight, and for a fleeting moment, you felt your heart skip a beat. His lips moved, forming words that your still-dazed mind struggled to comprehend.

You blinked up at him, trying to focus, but the words eluded you. Noticing your confusion, Seungmin pursed his lips and turned to someone out of your line of sight. Almost immediately, a cold bottle of water with a straw was handed to him. He settled it gently by your head, positioning the straw so you could drink. The sensation of the cool water on your parched throat was heavenly, and you drank greedily, almost draining the bottle before you realized it.

Seungmin chuckled softly at your eagerness, the sound light and comforting. You felt your cheeks heat up again and averted your gaze, unable to meet his eyes. Despite your embarrassment, the relief from the water was undeniable. Your head cleared a bit more, the world coming into sharper focus.

Seungmin continued to watch over you, his expression a blend of concern and gentle amusement. His presence, usually so distant and enigmatic, now felt unexpectedly comforting. The awkwardness of the situation didn’t diminish the warmth of his care, and you felt a small surge of gratitude.

As you finished the last of the water, Seungmin reached out to steady the bottle, his fingers brushing against yours. The contact sent a jolt through you, but it was grounding, a reminder that you were not alone. He murmured something softly, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. Though the exact words were still lost to you, the intent was clear—he was there for you.

Gradually, the ringing in your ears subsided, and your breathing steadied. You risked a glance back at Seungmin, who was now focused entirely on you, his eyes full of quiet resolve. The vulnerability of the moment hung between you, unspoken but deeply felt.

You tried to muster a smile, a small token of thanks. Seungmin's eyes softened, and he returned the smile, a silent understanding passing between you. In that moment, the barriers of his usual aloofness seemed to fall away, revealing a depth of kindness that you hadn’t seen before.

Gradually, your hearing began to reawaken, stitching itself back together with your muddled senses. The familiar symphony of the bustling city—a cacophony of distant car horns, murmured conversations, and the steady hum of urban life—slowly emerged from the background noise, anchoring you to the present moment.

“Y/N, can you hear me?” Seungmin’s voice cut through the haze, his tone edged with concern as he noticed your growing awareness. You managed a shaky nod, your head still spinning slightly. His brows were knitted together in a deep frown, a tangible expression of his worry.

“Can you sit up, or do you need to stay down a little longer?” he asked gently. “There’s no rush. Please, stay there if you’re still feeling dizzy.”

With a quiet determination, you placed your hands onto the pavement, the rough texture grounding you as you clumsily pushed yourself away from him. Seungmin’s steadying presence guided you with careful hands, helping you to lean against the same building you had previously sought solace from before losing consciousness. You groaned softly, closing your eyes to escape the persistent whirl of the world around you. When you reopened them, the dizziness had ebbed, though remnants of the earlier chaos lingered at the edges of your vision.

In front of you stood a middle-aged man, his apron stained with grease and his hands clasped together in a gesture of concern. His eyes were fixed on Seungmin, waiting for instructions, his face etched with worry for your well-being. The weight of his concern was palpable, and it added another layer to the unfolding scene.

Seungmin exhaled deeply, a sigh that seemed to release the tension of the moment. He settled himself beside you, his posture relaxed yet attentive. He wrapped his arms around his knees, pulling them close to his chest, and his gaze remained focused on you with an almost protective intensity.

The ambient noise of the city continued to swirl around you, but in this small, sheltered space, it felt as though time had slowed. Seungmin’s presence was a steady anchor amidst the chaos, his concern a quiet reassurance that you were not alone. The man in the greasy apron lingered nearby, ready to assist at a moment’s notice, his worried gaze shifting between you and Seungmin.

The world slowly regained its equilibrium, the spinning sensation giving way to a more stable awareness. The tenderness of the pavement beneath you and the warmth of Seungmin’s concern combined to create a cocoon of comfort, allowing you to regain your composure and begin to piece together the events of the past moments.

“How are you feeling?” The middle-aged man’s voice was gentle, his eyes darting between you and Seungmin with a mixture of concern and kindness. “You should eat something. Come inside—whatever you get is on the house.”

A fresh wave of embarrassment washed over you, coloring your cheeks a deep red. You felt a pang of guilt for having worried such a considerate stranger. Just as you were about to politely decline the generous offer, Seungmin’s voice intervened with a firm yet caring tone.

“I agree, Y/N,” he said, his voice carrying a note of unwavering resolve. “You need to eat something after fainting like that. Let’s go inside.”

Seungmin’s tone left no room for argument, the decisiveness of his words compelling you to acquiesce. You sighed softly, nodding in acceptance. The man’s face lit up with a wide grin, clearly pleased by your agreement. With a quick, eager step, he rushed into the restaurant behind you.

Seungmin rose swiftly, brushing off any imaginary dust from his clothes with a swift motion. He extended his hands towards you, his expression one of quiet encouragement. You hesitated for a moment, then grasped his warm hands. The touch was gentle, and a subtle tingle spread through your fingers, a physical reminder of his comforting presence.

Though you felt more stable now, Seungmin’s hands remained hovering near your waist, a silent gesture of support as you made your way inside the restaurant. His protective stance was reassuring, a steadying force guiding you through the threshold.

The restaurant’s interior greeted you with a comforting embrace—a cool respite from the heat outside. The space was warmly lit, with the soft hum of conversation and the tantalizing aroma of food creating a cozy ambiance.

The tantalizing aroma of Korean comfort foods wafted through the air, weaving its way into your senses and causing your stomach to rumble in eager response. Each fragrant note of sizzling meats, simmering stews, and freshly steamed vegetables seemed to wrap around you like a warm embrace, making you profoundly grateful for both the man's generous offer and Seungmin's insistence.

Seungmin guided you with gentle assurance to a table nestled at the far end of the restaurant, where the hum of conversation was softer and the space felt more intimate. The dim lighting at this secluded spot cast a gentle glow, creating a cocoon of warmth and comfort. He carefully pulled out your chair, his movements measured and considerate, and nudged you forward slightly to ensure you were settled. With a courteous smile, he then made his way around the table, taking his own seat directly across from you.

His smile was a touch awkward, a charming contrast to the seriousness he had shown earlier. He glanced around the room, searching for the man who had so kindly attended to you, only to spot him approaching with a welcoming presence. The man carried a bottle of water and two menus, the promise of nourishment and choice clearly reflected in his hands.

As he reached the table, he placed the items before you with a friendly nod. You accepted the bottle and menus with a grateful bow and a warm smile, your heart swelling with appreciation for his kindness. The bottle of water was cool to the touch, a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the restaurant, while the menus promised a delightful array of dishes.

Seungmin’s gaze softened as he watched you, his concern now mingled with a gentle sense of relief. The atmosphere around you seemed to ease, the initial tension giving way to a shared moment of calm. As you began to peruse the menus, the delicious scents and the comfort of the setting enveloped you, making you feel more at ease and ready to enjoy the simple pleasures of a meal with someone who had shown such unexpected care.

The air between you was thick with awkwardness, a palpable sense of uncertainty hanging in the space after such an intensely personal moment. You busied yourself by fixating on the vibrant images on the menu, using them as a comforting distraction from the lingering embarrassment. Each picture of steaming bowls of soup and colorful plates of food seemed to blur together, a vivid kaleidoscope that kept your eyes occupied and your mind from dwelling on the recent upheaval.

After a period of shared silence, you both placed your orders, the clatter of menus and the murmur of your choices filling the brief lull. There was no longer any barrier between you and the reality of the situation. With a deep breath, you gathered your courage and, in a voice softer than you intended, you managed to say, “Thank you.” Your eyes remained firmly fixed on the table, refusing to meet his gaze, as your cheeks and ears flamed with a blush of sincere embarrassment. Even though you couldn’t see him, you could almost feel his warm, understanding smile directed at you.

“You don’t have to thank me at all,” Seungmin replied, his voice infused with genuine sincerity. “I hope you don’t mind, but I texted the professor to let him know what happened, so he’s aware we won’t be finishing the class with everyone else today.” His words were a pleasant surprise, causing your eyes to widen slightly as you briefly met his gentle gaze. The kindness of his gesture momentarily pierced through your discomfort, but you quickly looked away, your shyness reasserting its hold.

In response to his concern, you offered a grateful nod and a shy smile, the simplest acknowledgments of his thoughtfulness. The question he posed next was gentle, yet it carried an undercurrent of genuine concern. “Do you pass out often?”

At his question, you let out a soft, resigned sigh, the sound almost like a whisper of the weariness you felt. “Sometimes,” you began, your voice barely more than a murmur. “It’s been happening since I was a child, though no one seems to know why. I’ve been checked for things like epilepsy, but they haven’t found anything.” The words felt heavy on your tongue, each syllable revealing a fragment of a long-standing uncertainty.

Seungmin’s gaze remained fixed on you, his eyes filled with a deep, attentive concern as he absorbed each word with tender care. His silence was a soothing balm, a quiet testament to his empathy. As you recalled the moment he had lifted your arms, a question escaped you almost impulsively: “How did you know to lift my arms?”

His initial reaction was one of surprise, his eyes widening as he blinked at your sudden inquiry. But the astonishment quickly softened into a shy, almost hesitant smile. “Oh,” he began, his voice gentle. “My mother also had fainting spells, usually when it was too hot or if she had an injury.” His revelation was accompanied by a look of nostalgia, a subtle hint of the personal connection he felt to the subject.

You were taken aback once more by this shared experience. “Your mother sounds a lot like me,” you responded, your tone light but tinged with genuine reflection. “I also faint for similar reasons—when I’m overheated or emotionally overwhelmed.”

A serene silence settled between you as Seungmin gave a thoughtful nod, his eyes drifting into a distant gaze that spoke of deep, unspoken reflections. The quietude was a gentle cocoon, wrapping around both of you as he lost himself in the labyrinth of his thoughts.

You turned your gaze to the window beside you, your eyes tracing the hurried figures moving briskly down the bustling street. Each passerby was a blur of motion and color, a stark contrast to the stillness enveloping your corner of the restaurant. The scene outside seemed almost surreal, a vivid tapestry of urban life against the backdrop of your subdued conversation.

Soon, the soft clinking of dishes announced the return of the man from behind the counter. He placed your meals before you with a warm, welcoming smile, the steam rising from the dishes creating a fragrant mist that made your mouth water in eager anticipation. You bowed in gratitude, your appreciation for the meal palpable in your respectful gesture.

With a mixture of impatience and hunger, you watched him take his first bite, his expression shifting to one of satisfied pleasure. Unable to resist any longer, you dove into your own meal, an involuntary sigh of delight escaping your lips as the flavors danced on your palate. Each bite was a revelation, the taste a symphony of comfort and culinary excellence.

In moments like these, the silence between you and Seungmin felt less like an awkward void and more like a shared, unspoken agreement. The simple act of enjoying a meal together, coupled with the mutual understanding forged through your earlier conversation, made the quiet a soothing presence rather than an uncomfortable gap. The gentle hum of the restaurant’s ambiance and the shared pleasure of the food created a cocoon of calm, transforming the once-unbearable silence into a space of peaceful companionship.

As the last morsels of your meal were savored, a lull settled between you, allowing your mind to finally formulate a conversation starter. You swallowed your bite with a mix of anticipation and nervousness before glancing up at Seungmin. His features were softened in concentration, his gentle demeanor captivating as he focused on the last remnants of his dish.

“So,” you began tentatively, your voice betraying a hint of shyness, “how did you get into photography?” The simple question was laden with curiosity and the desire to connect, and as his eyes met yours, you felt a shiver run down your spine.

Seungmin’s initial silence was a quiet contemplative pause, his gaze tracing the lines of your face with a thoughtful intensity before he began to speak. “My grandfather passed away from Alzheimer’s,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper. The weight of his words seemed to settle heavily in the space between you, and your heart tightened with a pang of empathy.

He continued, his tone imbued with a delicate sadness. “He always spoke so fondly of my grandmother, who died before I was born. He used to thank her for her love of photography because it helped him hold onto who he was and the life he lived for a long time. To keep his memories vivid, I started taking pictures of everything around me. I had them developed so he could have tangible memories to hold onto—hundreds of photos of myself, my parents, my cousins, but also of the places I cherished: my room, his house, my house…simple, everyday moments that mattered to him.”

The silence that followed was heavy, laden with the significance of his words. You struggled to find the right response, your mind racing to articulate the depth of your feelings. Seungmin’s smile was tinged with a bittersweet nostalgia as he turned his focus back to his meal, leaving you in a space filled with reflection.

After a few moments, you finally found your voice, your tone warm and sincere. “That’s incredibly sweet, Seungmin. I think it was very noble of you to do that for your grandfather.” His response was a soft grin, his cheeks flushing a delicate pink as he swallowed. The sight of his smile, so genuine and heartfelt, made your heart swell with an emotion that was both tender and profound.

In that moment, Seungmin’s vulnerability and kindness transformed your perception of him. The image of his earlier aloofness seemed to fade into a distant memory, replaced by a newfound appreciation for the depth of his character. His quiet grace and the meaningful gesture he shared painted him in a more beautiful light, revealing layers of compassion that drew you closer to him.

As the last remnants of your meal were savored, Seungmin turned his attention to you with a curious gleam in his eyes. “What about you? How did you get into photography?” he inquired, his voice gentle and inviting. You had finished your meal shortly after him, the shared silence now ripe for deeper conversation.

You gave a shy shrug, a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you tried to gather your thoughts. “I fear my story is not as sweet as yours,” you began, your tone light yet introspective. Seungmin’s playful roll of his eyes and encouraging nod urged you to continue, a subtle smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Well,” you continued, your gaze drifting as you recall your past, “my mother always bought magazines whenever she went grocery shopping, so our house was filled with stacks and stacks of them.” A nostalgic smile crossed your face as you painted a picture of your childhood. “I remember being a child, endlessly flipping through those magazines whenever boredom set in. I would get lost in the pages, captivated by the photographs. They seemed to tell stories of their own, each image a window into a world I found enchanting.”

Your voice grew softer, imbued with a gentle warmth as you shared how that fascination evolved. “One day, I decided to try my hand at capturing my own moments, inspired by those images I loved so much. What started as a simple curiosity quickly became a cherished hobby. The camera became a means for me to explore and create, and somehow, it just stuck with me.”

As you finished, you looked up to find Seungmin’s eyes still fixed on you, his expression a blend of interest and appreciation. The connection you felt through the shared conversation seemed to deepen, the personal stories weaving a tapestry of understanding and mutual respect. In the dim light of the restaurant, the simple act of sharing your paths through photography brought a new layer of intimacy to your budding friendship, making the quiet moments between you all the more meaningful.

“I think it’s cute,” Seungmin remarked with a lighthearted chuckle, the sound warm and genuine. The unexpected compliment made your cheeks flush with a delicate shade of pink, a mix of surprise and shyness coloring your reaction.

“You’re a good photographer, by the way,” he added, his eyes twinkling with sincere praise.

The words hung in the air like a soft melody, but you couldn’t help but scoff, rolling your eyes in an exaggerated manner. “I’ve made it to the professor’s top five favorites only twice since I joined his class last year. You’re always the one receiving accolades for your work, which, I must admit, are truly remarkable.”

Seungmin’s gaze remained steady, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. “I think it’s a bit unfair for you to view it that way,” he said, his voice gentle yet firm. “The whole idea of being in someone’s top five is a flawed measure of talent. It’s based on one person’s subjective preferences and doesn’t truly reflect our abilities. While I’m grateful for the recognition, I’ve seen your photos and always found them to be exceptional.”

He continued, his words flowing with thoughtful consideration. “You have a remarkable skill for capturing unique subjects in their most authentic form. It’s a talent to reveal their essence so clearly, especially within the constraints of our assignments. It’s something I find quite impressive and not easy to achieve.”

The sincerity in Seungmin’s voice, combined with his unwavering gaze, made your heart swell with a mix of gratitude and admiration. The conversation took on a new layer of depth, as his words not only offered comfort but also illuminated a newfound appreciation for your own work. In the softly lit restaurant, amidst the lingering aroma of your meal, his encouragement created a warm and supportive atmosphere, allowing you to see your art through a more appreciative lens.

A warm blush spread across your cheeks, a vivid response to the cascade of compliments from Seungmin. The praise seemed to flutter around you like soft, golden leaves in the breeze, making your face flush a deep crimson. Seeking refuge from the intensity of the moment, you allowed your gaze to wander towards the window, where the sun was gently descending, casting a golden hue over the city.

“Oh,” you began, your voice tinged with an innocent attempt to redirect the conversation. “How long have we been here? The sun is setting.” The urgency in your tone was barely concealed, and Seungmin, following your gaze, glanced out with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. His eyes widened slightly as he noticed the fading light and chuckled softly.

“I should probably start heading home,” you continued, a note of unease threading through your voice. “I don’t like walking home alone at night.” The admission was laced with a quiet vulnerability, and as you spoke, you could feel the familiar pang of anxiety gnawing at you.

Seungmin’s head turned sharply towards you, his expression shifting to one of genuine concern. “I’ll walk you home,” he said, his voice carrying a warmth and sincerity that wrapped around you like a comforting blanket. “It’s no problem at all.”

A playful back-and-forth ensued as you and Seungmin debated the offer of him walking you home. Despite your initial reluctance, a sense of acceptance settled over you, allowing you to concede to his persistent kindness. You attempted to settle the bill for your meal, but the generous man from earlier refused with a warm, unwavering smile. Even when Seungmin stepped in to offer payment, the man remained steadfast in his refusal. In the end, you both left a generous tip, a token of your gratitude for his exceptional kindness.

With the bill settled and the evening stretching out before you, you and Seungmin began your walk towards your apartment building. The path was bathed in the soft, fading light of dusk, casting long shadows and a serene glow over the city streets. As you strolled side by side, the conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by laughter and lighthearted banter.

The initial stiffness gradually melted away, replaced by a growing sense of ease and camaraderie. It was genuinely delightful to witness this side of Seungmin—a side that seemed to elude the confines of your shared photography class. His laughter, his thoughtful insights, and the warmth of his presence revealed a depth of character that was both refreshing and endearing.

In the gentle embrace of the evening, as the city lights began to twinkle like distant stars, the walk became more than just a journey home. It was a moment of genuine connection, a rare and cherished glimpse into Seungmin’s world, which felt like an honor to experience.

Eventually, you find yourself standing before the gleaming glass doors that lead into the lobby of your apartment building. The weight of the day’s end settles upon you, a bittersweet twinge in your chest as you come to terms with the departure of this unexpectedly pleasant companionship. The evening air, cool and gently perfumed with the scent of blooming night flowers, wraps around you both as you pause at the threshold.

Seungmin, his hands casually tucked into the front pockets of his jacket, rocks back and forth on his heels. The motion, coupled with his contemplative gaze, creates a picture of relaxed anticipation. His presence, so close to yours, carries a sense of warmth and quiet intimacy.

“This is me,” you murmur, your voice a soft whisper, blending with the stillness of the evening. You turn to face him fully, a mixture of gratitude and reluctance in your eyes. “Thank you again for taking care of me earlier. I’m really happy you were there.”

His response is a smile—genuine and radiant—that lights up his features and seems to fill the space between you with a comforting glow. Your heart swells at the sight, an involuntary smile curving your lips in return. Seungmin’s eyes hold a tender seriousness as he speaks. “Please take it easy, rest all that you can,” he advises, his concern palpable in his tone.

You nod in agreement, the sincerity of his words resonate deeply with you. The air between you feels charged with unspoken sentiments, a silent understanding blossoming amidst the dimming light. “It was really nice to spend time with you,” he continues, his admission eliciting a flurry of butterflies in your stomach.

“I had a really nice time with you too,” you reply, your voice imbued with genuine warmth. “Maybe we can do it again sometime soon—without me having to pass out for it.”

At your light-hearted comment, Seungmin laughs—a sound that is both musical and contagious. The laughter bubbles up between you, mingling with the evening air, and you find yourself laughing along, the shared moment creating a lingering sense of joy.

As you part ways, the memory of his smile and the warmth of his laughter accompany you, leaving a soft, lingering glow in your heart that makes the end of this day feel less like a farewell and more like a promise of things to come.

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writeonwhiskey · 2 days ago

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how about a seungmin drabble? something dirty and sweet? plz 💕

This is an ask that I'm including with a comment that requested a Seungmin one-shot. The more specific request was for a "best friend's brother" type story. I hope you and @miniversed enjoy it!

a/n: a semi-sweet drabble. i'm working on keeping things short because I really started writing the entire backstory for these two lol but i've narrowed it down to this one scene! this has not been edited, take it easy on me.

warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f receiving) - 18+ ONLY

word count: 2,362

You’re seated on the vanity counter with Seungmin between your legs. You don’t know how you got here, but a voice in the back of your head is screaming that you shouldn’t have accepted the invitation to come see him perform—especially without your best friend.

You part your lips as his tongue invades your mouth, satiating the desire that’s been growing in you for fourteen years. You’ve fantasized about this moment countless times and now that it’s finally happening, you want nothing more than to give in to the moment.

But you know this isn’t right. You shouldn’t be doing this.

You shouldn’t have come to this room with him.

You tangle your hands in his short, dark hair, leaning back as he starts kissing down your neck.

This is your best friend’s brother for crying out loud. What would she think? What would she say?

“Wait, wait, Seungmin,” you tug on the strands of his hair to pull him away from you. You should probably shut your eyes while you say this. You can’t look at his face—his perfect fucking face. You’ve been drooling over his face even more than usual since he cut his bangs and added that slit in his eyebrow. You turn your head away from him, shaking it, “We can’t.”

“Why not?” He softly pushes your hands away from his hair and resumes kissing your neck.

“No—wait, wait,” you say again. “What about your sister?”

“What about her?” He pulls back from you, his face scrunched up. “I don’t want to think about her right now.”

“Well, I can’t not think about her—she’s my best friend. I don’t know if she would forgive me for this.”

“She doesn’t have to know,” he shrugs.

“Seungmin,” you plead softly. “You have no idea how badly I want this. How long I’ve wanted this.”

“How long?” he asks, resting his hands on your thighs and spreading your legs apart. He doesn’t wait for your response before asking a follow up question. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted it?”

Your eyes open wide. You watch as his finger inches higherup your thighs, slipping beneath your skirt. You shake your head again.

“You remember that summer vacation you took with us to Jeju?” he asks softly.

Of course, you remember that trip. You were sixteen. He was seventeen. You were nervous to go out on the beach in your bathing suit—your first time wearing one since your body had fully developed. You were afraid what people might think or say, but Seungmin smiled when he saw you and all your worries were flushed down the drain.

“I’d never seen you like that before,” he says. “You want to know what I did that night?”

Your eyes are locked on his arms on your thighs, his hands have now fully disappeared beneath your skirt. You feel his fingers rubbing along the edges of your underwear.

“I stroked my cock while thinking of you, y/n,” he admits.

“Seungmin,” you whisper. You place your hands on his chest to keep his mouth from coming back to yours.

He uses one finger to pull your underwear towards him.

“Do you want me to stop?”

You look around the empty dressing room, eyes keying in on the door to make sure it’s locked. You don’t want any of the other members or staff to come in and see you like this. This secret can’t get out. It could ruin everything.

“No, I don’t,” you tell him. “But that doesn’t mean we should keep going.”

He slips his other hand between the opening he created in your underwear, sliding a finger up and down your slit causing you to gasp, then moan. Your hands slide up to the back of his neck, clasping together.

He takes the opportunity to lean forward again and reclaim your mouth. You part your lips, allowing his tongue to enter. He tastes of adrenaline and betrayal. He keeps leaning forward, forcing you back against the mirror as he kisses you, his finger still sliding along your slit.

“We could stop,” he says, breaking the kiss momentarily. “If we keep going, though, I promise you I’ll never say a word.”

You weigh your options as his finger keeps teasing your pussy. You pull him to you to kiss him again—a bad decision. You’re ready to throw caution to the wind so long as he’s touching you like this.

This is the boy you’ve had a crush on since he walked you home in second grade and it hasn’t faded. As much as you willed it to. This is the boy who came to your rescue in the middle of the night when you started your period and his sister was asleep—he found pads for you and provided a change of clothes since you’d ruined your own.

This is the boy you cooked countless meals for when you would stay the night, and he returned from practice at 12:00am. When everyone else was asleep and he wanted a hot, fresh meal, you were there to serve him. This is the boy whose compliments on your cooking encouraged you to pursue culinary school. This is the boy who brought his entire group to the restaurant you work at and ensured them it would be the best meal of their life.

This is the boy you can’t get enough of. You have to have him. Even if it’s just once. Even if it has to be a secret. Even if it can never happen again.

You slide your hands down and push back on his chest once more. You hold your fist out in front of him, pinky raised. This is so wrong.

“Promise?” you ask.

He hooks his pinky through yours with a crooked grin, “Promise.”

He lowers your intertwined pinkies until your hand is at the waistband of his pants and as you fumble with the button, his lips crash against yours.

So many thoughts are racing through your head—is this really okay? Will his sister ever find out? Will you be able to live with this secret?

But then, he’s pulling your underwear down and, quite frankly, you couldn’t give two shits. That’s for the you of tomorrow to worry about. Tonight you get to have him. Fucking finally.

You successfully unbutton and unzip his pants, and he steps back to pull your underwear completely off. You relax against the cold mirror, watching as he removes the sweatshirt he’s wearing and when his bare torso comes into view, you know you’ve made the right decision for yourself.

You have to experience this. Even if it’s just once. You have to get him out of your system and lay this crush to rest.

He pushes his pants and boxers down as he steps back towards you, freeing his cock. You subconsciously lick your lips at the sight, and he chuckles in response. You wiggle around on the desk, lifting your skirt up higher and scooting to the edge.

He grabs you by the waist with one hand, and spits in the other before sliding it against your pussy. He grips the base of his cock and lines himself up at your opening.

You lock your hands together behind his neck, biting your lip and holding your breath for what’s to come. His lips are back on yours as he slowly eases his cock inside. You moan into his mouth as he buries himself in you, partially in shock that this is really happening and not another dream.

He places his other hand on your waist and moves you closer to the edge of the vanity counter as he starts slowly thrusting in and out of you.

You squeeze your eyes shut, reveling in the feeling. You rock your hips back against his. He groans and breaks the kiss, pulling back to watch his cock at work.

“You’re so wet for me, y/n,” he says.

You moan and nod.

“How long?” he asks.

You’re so focused on fucking him back it takes you a moment to realize he’s even asked you a question.

“Too long,” you breathe.

“And is it as good as you imagined?” A coy smile is on his lips.

“Better,” you reply without hesitation.

He suddenly withdraws from you, but before you can panic that you’ve said the wrong thing, he drops to his knees. He hooks his arms under thighs, hands reaching over them to spread your pussy apart. He presses a long, hard lick up your slit and you just about collapse.

Your brain cannot comprehend. Seungmin is on his knees. Licking your pussy.

“Mmmm,” he moans between licks, “we taste good together.”

You fall back against the mirror with a heavy, satisfied sigh.

Why would he say that? How can you live knowing his lips have uttered such a phrase. How can you look him in the eyes the next time you’re with him and his family, and your best friend, knowing he’s said that?

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

And then, his fingers are inside you while he sucks your clit into his mouth. And it doesn’t fucking matter. You’ll figure it out.

“Seungmin,” you pant.

He doesn’t stop his actions, but he looks up at you with those deep, brown eyes and your heart all but explodes at the sight. His face, buried between your thighs, eyes locked on you and only you as he fucks you with his fingers; his mouth working wonders on your clit.

“Can you—please,” you try to get a sentence out but your head falls back against the mirror with a thud, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your hips thrust against his fingers and mouth of their own accord and your arch your back.

“Fuck, yes,” he pauses sucking your clit to say, “Give it to me, y/n.”

And how could you not?

You grit your teeth to keep from alerting the entire backstage crew of your activities. You place your feet on the counter, gripping your hands in his hair and pushing your hips against his face as you come.

His fingers and mouth don’t stop until you’ve finished trembling. You collapse against the counter with a sigh as he stands, his mouth smiling and glistening with your juices. Holy fuck, you can’t believe your eyes.

Even in your weakened state, you still want to taste him. You use all your remaining energy to sit up and reach for his cock.

“Next time,” he says pushing your hand aside as he pulls you down from the counter.

You stare back at him, blinking. Dumbfounded.

You never intended for this to happen in the first place. Now he’s insinuating there will be a next time? You don’t know if you can handle it. But you do know that it shouldn’t happen.

He kisses you, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. And he’s right—you do taste good together. It’s a shame.

He turns you around, forcing you down with a hand on your back until your torso is pressed against the counter. He pushes your skirt up higher, exposing your ass. He palms one cheek as he lines himself up at your entrance again. You glance at him over your shoulder, watching as he eases himself into you and let out a sigh when he’s all the way in.

It truly feels better than you could have ever imagined. Is it because this feels taboo? Is it because having his cock inside you feels like everything you could ever want or need?

You wiggle your ass back against him and turn your head to face the mirror. You watch his reflection as he slowly withdraws, then slams himself back into you. You both moan as he repeats the process, gripping your hips to pull you to him with even more force.

You lay your palms flat against the counter, bending your knees slightly to bounce back against him.

“Y/n,” he groans, his eyes glued to where your bodies are connected, “I never thought—oh, fuck!”

You fuck him back as he loses his train of thought and smacks your ass. He bares his teeth, breathing heavily as he rams into you.

This is so wrong, and you both know it. There may be consequences to pay, but it will be worth it.

“I’m gonna come,” he warns you.

You lock eyes with him through the mirror and give a subtle nod. His fingers dig into your waist, and he pulls you back against him with all the strength in him as he comes.

His thrusts slow down as he spills into you. You rest your head against the counter to hide your smile, satisfied with each groan that falls from his lips.

When he’s done, he fully withdraws his cock and takes a step back to admire his handiwork.

“Don’t move,” he says, pulling his pants back up. He then digs inside his back pocket and retrieves his phone.

“Seungmin,” you protest and start to stand.

He lowers you back against the counter and presses his jeaned thighs against your bare ass. He angles his phone above you and snaps a picture.

“I need something to get me through this tour,” he tells you.

You’re not sure what to make of that, but it feels like a compliment.

He puts his phone back into his pocket and palms your ass again, making you moan. He steps away and picks up your underwear from the ground, tucking them into his front pocket. He reaches over you for the tissue on the counter and finally wipes you clean.

“You should come out with us tonight to celebrate the start of the tour,” he says, tossing the tissue into the trash.

“I should probably go home and shower,” you say, standing up and turning to face him.

“Not yet,” he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you to him. “I want you to walk around with us on you for a while.”

You look up at him and take a deep breath. What have you gotten yourself in to?

a/n: how was that? did my best to keep it short and to the point! hehe this was fun! once again, asks are open for one-shots!

#stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfiction #skz fanfiction #skz smut #seungmin #kim seungmin #seungmin smut #seungmin x y/n #seungmin x reader #seungmin x you #kim seungmin smut #seungmin imagnes #seungmin fanfic #seungmin one shot

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biniminisblog · 5 months ago

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bf!skz sneaking out at night to see you | skz texts

pairing: maknae line x reader

genre: fluff, humor, established relationship

a/n: reader is implied to be female on seungmin’s part. this is a little late but better late than never 😖 also idk why it got sappy with the other members but here we are 🫠 as always lemme know what you think! and reblogs/replies are very much appreciated!

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dalamjisung · 3 months ago

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the escape plan ❋ hwang hyunjin

word count: 3528

genre: fluff

pairing: reader x hwang hyunjin

description: you love working as a barista just because you love people watching. in this case, you end up watching hyunjin and his failed date. this is the one where you and hyunjin learn that the escape plan should've been plan A to begin with.

part of Summertime’s Special Collab with @catiuskaa | series masterlist here

It’s the way he smiles that makes chuckle from behind the counter.

The bar is full today, but then again, it’s full most nights. During the week, you mostly see older couples, and it fills your heart with warmth to imagine a life in which you get to grow old with someone next to you. But then you mind the bar and the older creeps flock in and, suddenly, celibacy is looking pretty good. The weekend is when the youngsters, like you, flock in.

Seeing people your age on dates is quite funny. It reminds you of why you used to like dates so much and, at the same time, hate them so much. You kind of miss it, the whole excitement of having a crush and getting ready for a date. It’s the silly dances and the makeup process and the singing with a hairbrush that makes you softer for those moments past. But you just don’t have time for that anymore, not with work getting busier by the second. For a minute, you wonder if tourist season came a couple of weeks early, judging by the new faces you see coming around… his included.

To be fair, you think every single bartender in that place stopped what they were doing to watch him walk in. He is definitely someone you will all gossip about in the back room, and from how your co-worker keeps elbowing you every time he moves, you know she’s going to be your main source of entertainment during closing time. “Oh my god, Y/N, just look at him,” She groans, putting the cup she’s washing down in favour of leaning forward over the counter, as if she can just touch him like that. “He’s so handsome… why can’t it be me on that date?”

“Oh, I don’t think you want to be on that date,” You laugh, raising your brows while getting their drinks ready. He looks soft, gentle; kind enough to sit through what is visibly one of the worst dates you’ve seen during your shifts so far. “That smile is so fake I’m afraid it might get stuck.”

“How do you know? It might be the best! With a guy like him, I’m sure it will be the best…”

“For her, sure,” Putting the drinks on a tray and getting out from behind the counter, you get ready to go deliver them. Their table is in your section, and if you’re honest, a little snooping never hurt anyone. “But him? Girl, he’s leaning away from her! He’s basically wincing! Don’t be so superficial– just cause he’s pretty doesn’t mean that’s all he cares about!”

“Go find me some gossip!” She whispers with a wink and basically pushes you off.

Being a bartender isn’t what you want to do for the rest of your life. The thought of figuring the rest of your life out, though, makes you shiver in horror. You don’t really see a point in planning the future if that means you can’t really live in the present, and so for now, for this moment, this you, this time, you love your job. You love interacting with people, you love listening to stories through the counter, you love when people ask you to make a drink you think they’ll like. Deep down, you know you won’t stay there forever, but that’s just not something you’re ready to face yet.

“Excuse me,” You announce yourself quietly, approaching from the side so you don’t accidentally spill anything on them.

There is an order to serving tables– first the napkins, then the cups, then a gentle smile and a small bow before walking away. Despite your words, the goal is to be a ghost, almost like the cups appeared there without a presence looming over the guests. But you move slowly, you’re gracious, polite, and definitely curious.

“…and then like, they fired me!” Her voice is almost squeaky.“Because I told them I wouldn’t take a meeting from the hairdresser!”

“But… it was during your work hours…”

This is the first time you hear his voice and it shocks you. It’s lower than you expected and oh so quiet, like he regrets saying the words even before he says them. You cough a little, hiding the laughter bubbling in the back of your throat. And he must have heard you because he immediately glances up, eyes meeting yours and it’s almost like, when he notices your pursed lips, it unlocks something in him that makes his lips purse too. The speed in which you both look away is comical, but now you know he knows. The bridge between you two has been shattered and now, it’s like you can’t keep crossing.

“Yeah, but they still should respect my personal boundaries, you know?” This is the moment she looks up at you, eyes lingering a little too long as if she’s questioning why you’re still there. “Anyways, should we get some food? Could you bring us the menu?”

“Of course, I’ll be right back.” It takes you a minute to grab the menu and return. “Here you go, ma’am, what can I get for you?”

She rattles off some random items and you make sure to memorise them before turning to him. “And you, sir? What can I get you?”

“Oh don’t bother, he’ll be sharing what I’ve ordered.”

When she says this, you’re still turned to him and he’s looking right at you, and both your eyes go wide. “Could you please show me where the bathroom is?” He asks instead, and you nod while he gets up and tells his date “I’ll be right back.”

The restrooms are on the upper section of the bar, and you take him upstairs with a stupid smile on your face. He looks like he’s around your age and the long, tired sigh you hear coming from behind you is the last draw– you start laughing out loud, only looking back at him when you get to the top of the stairs. He looks like he’s amused at your reaction yet tortured because of his reality.

“You’re laughing because it’s not you sitting across from her!” He gasps, head falling in his hands dramatically. “I don’t even need the bathroom, I just need to get out of there!”

Giggling, you nod. “It does seem like it’s not going well.”

“Oh god, even you guys noticed?!”

“To be fair to you, we see dates going all kinds of ways here, so it’s a part of the job.”

For a second, he falls silent, eyes stuck on yours like he’s trying to speak directly into your soul. “I need an escape plan,” He mumbled, head cocking to the side. “And you might just be it.”

“Sorry?” Your eyes go wide at his suggestion. “I can’t– I mean, you can just tell her, no? Just–“

“Oh come on, you’ve seen dates going all kinds of ways and you think I can just tell her?! Are you crazy?! I’ll be lucky if she doesn’t throw a drink on my face!”

“Why did you even ask her on a date? Poor girl thinks she has a really handsome guy into her and you’re planning an escape,” You asked, looking around to make sure no one is listening to your conversation. The last thing you need is a snoopy client deciding to interfere and tell the girl themselves. You’ve seen it happen and you were the one having to separate the fight.

“I didn’t!” Whining, he stomps her foot on the ground like a child and your brows shoot up in curiosity. “My friend set me up because I haven’t really been going out lately, and it’s not like I was desperate, you know? I was just… busy! But he set me up regardless and he said he met her at a party because she’s his friend’s cousin’s best friend or something like that and I thought ‘how bad can this be?’ but as it turns out it can be really, really bad and I just want to go home and watch some TV with my dog!”

The way he is panting by the end of his rant has your heart squeezing out in sympathy for him. You’ve had had your fair share of bad dates, and it always feels more urgent than they actually are, but in the moment, while you pretend to be someone you’re not and smile at things you normally wouldn’t, all to appease someone you have no intention to see again, it’s a terrible sensation. Feels like getting lost, like you push yourself so far away that you worry if you’ll ever find your way back. And it made you feel guilty, knowing you were purposefully lying to someone who seemed to be having a good time, although by themselves.

It’s not like you, to interfere and meddle, but he looks so upset with those plump, pouty lips that even you can’t resist it. “Fine,” You mumbled, straightening your back abruptly. “But you’re paying for her! Don’t be a dick! Just… Just follow my lead.”

“You are my saviour!” He cheered. “I’m Hyunjin, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Hyunjin,” You smile, offering him a hand to shake. “I’m Y/N. Also known as your escape plan.”

What follows next is a really intricate plan. He will go back. He will smile. He will listen to her and give her the attention he craves because as much as he seems to be hating this date, she isn’t and you are not to make her night the worst night of her life. While he does all that, you will grab the food she ordered and you will bring it to her. In your tray, a mysterious drink will sit dangerously by the edge and as you put the food down, the weight shift will destabilise your hand and suddenly Hyunjin will be covered in liquid. He will then be very upset about it, and order the bill, which he will pay in full. Then, he gets to go home should your plan work.

“You’re a genius,” Hyunjin whispers before returning to his table, and you can’t help but laugh at him.

All in all, you understand why the girl looks at him like how she does, you’re pretty sure anyone around him is looking at him like that– impressed and slightly intimidated. Hyunjin is a beautiful man– he is way past handsome, at this point, and you would describe him as beautiful. His lips are full and his eyes are sharp, and his laughter, even in misery, sounds like fine tuned music. For a second, you let yourself imagine what it would be like to be the one sitting in front of him. He seems charming enough, from your brief interaction; would you have fun? Would he want to escape you, too, or would he stay? Shaking your head, you go back to the counter.

“Did I see you go upstairs with Mister Handsome or do my eyes deceive me?” Of course she was watching you.

“Your eyes are right, but your mind deceives you,” Rolling your eyes, you can’t quite hide the slight blush tainting your cheeks at her insinuation.

“You cannot seriously tell me you don’t think he’s cute,” She squinted, stepping closer to you with a teasing smile you ignore, you still have to load the tray and make a random drink.

“I never said that,” You whisper, trying to keep the conversation private even though you two are in a very open space. “But I don’t know the guy. All I know is that he asked me to get him out of that date so… here I go.”

Everything goes according to plan. Hyunjin is acting like a gentleman by the time you make it to his table, and the cup of the mysterious, too colourful concoction falls perfectly in his lap. You act the part, too, apologising repeatedly for the accident while pulling out tissues from thin air to try and help him dry off. “Sir, I am so, so sorry!” Maybe you are verging on overacting, but what do you know about that? You’re a bartender, not a Hollywood star.

The fatal mistake, though, is when your eyes meet again. This time, you can’t help yourself and you snort, so loudly and unload like that it catches everyone by surprise. The tables around are either laughing or gasping and you can’t help the way your entire face goes red, actually embarrassed about this stupid, stupid plan. What were you even thinking when you agreed to this? “I–“ Even your hands shake, the nervousness of your sudden self-awareness getting the best of you with all those eyes burning your back.

“It’s okay.”

Somehow you hear him above the screeching screams of the poor girl sitting in front of him. “Y/N, it’s okay,” Hyunjin whispers, shaking his head with a hint of a smile that is not mocking nor cocky. His smile, all pretty and cute, is just as comforting as the little nod he sends your way, reaching towards the floor to pick up the tray with one hand and help you up with the other. It’s steady and large, his hands, and you can’t help but freeze a little when he touches your elbow, pushing you upwards with a smile. “There you go. Thank you, I’ll come to the counter to pay in a second.”

That is not part of the plan, but you just nod, scurrying away as fast as you possibly can.

This feels weird. You’re not shy. Never have been, actually, which is what makes you so happy working with people; you crave the social interaction, love the conversations, smile at the compliments. It fuels you, knowing that, at some level, you’re making someone happy, even if just for a second when they get their food or their drink. It makes you feel happier, too. Well, usually it makes you feel happier too, but, now, there is nothing you want more than to disappear. “Y/N! Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?”

“Can you mind the bar for a few minutes?” You mumble, already making your way to the back door. “I just need a second.”

The back room is every barista’s safe place. It’s where everyone goes when things are getting a bit too much and they need a second. Right now, you really need a second. You need to ground yourself again, remember that the present is good enough and there is no need to project the future, especially not a crazy fantastical version of it. Sitting down on a chair, you let your head fall in your hands, eyes closed as you just enjoy the quietude of it all. It’s easy, creating a whole scenario in your head, when a guy like Hyunjin is being so kind and gentle and funny. And it’s easy to forget the consequences, too, even if you can’t stop laughing at it.

It’s the cringeness of it all that gets to you, the way you replay that scenario in your head again and again and you shiver and shudder at the memory of you trying to clean the purposeful mess you made while everyone around stared at you. Chuckling, you shake your head. “Y/N, you are a very silly person,” You mumble to yourself, getting up with a final deep breath. Your co-worker pops her head in the room before you can even take a step towards the door.

“Hey, your table paid and left. You can come out now, the cute guy wasn’t angry.”

Somehow, that doesn’t make you feel any better to know he just… up and left. But you nod regardless, smiling weakly at her. “Thanks,” You mumble and then it’s right back to work.

The rest of the night is uneventful. Boring, almost, and you can’t help but feel uncomfortable. Like you had just done something you were going to regret, like… like you had just been used as a means to an end. “I got it,” You grab the keys before your colleague can. “Go home. You did great tonight, I’ll close up.”

At this point, you just feel like being alone. What started as a good day has quickly gone off the rails, and you don’t particularly regret anything, but you need some time to process everything that happened in the past few hours. And that’s okay– all you need is time, nothing else, nothing less.

Ironically, it seems like time is all you don’t have.

“Y/N.”

You almost trip on your foot, mountain of cups in your arms about to go down had it not been for his reflexes, hands catching you at the very last minute. “Jesus Christ! Hyunjin! What are you doing here?!” It’s like he has some kind of weird power over you, face immediately on fire at the feel of his hands on your arms.

“I came to thank you!” His hands go up in defence and you laugh. “You disappeared after the whole escape plan and I couldn’t thank you properly!”

“So you thought that sneaking in at almost three in the morning when I’m alone in an empty bar was the best way to thank me?” You whisper, eyes wide like a kid who’s afraid to get in trouble. You can’t stop the incredulous smile playing on your lips, though, and you snort a laughter out. “I just met you and this is kind of creepy…”

This time around, he’s the one that looks startled. “I’m not creepy!” He is so dramatic with his gasp and his hand over his heart. “I came here to say thank you and–“ Hyunjin pauses, face a bit blushed. “And you know, I owe you one. You were so nice to help out and you embarrassed yourself–“

“I wouldn’t say I embarrassed myself–“ You cut off quickly, face falling on your hands in a clear contradiction to your words.

“Y/N, don’t kid yourself, that was embarrassing,” Hyunjin snorted. The tension, the one that floated in the air for the first seconds of this interaction and the one on your shoulders whenever you thought about the burning sensation of people staring at you, is gone, and left behind is just this– the giggling, the stepping around each other, the getting to know more. You like this… and it feels too natural for something that looks so misplaced. This kind of interaction, this kind of back and forth, the joking and the banter– this is what makes a good first date, in your opinion.

But this can’t be a date… right?

Y/N, stop daydreaming, you think to yourself.

“But it was hilarious. And it was a favour,” He continues, finally taking one, then two steps towards you. “And I want to repay you.”

“You don’t have to–“

“I really want to,” He says, wincing a little at how desperate he sounds. “Okay, I see how I’m coming off as creepy. But! In my defence! I don’t know your number and I don’t know your schedule!”

You just raise your brows at him.

“At this point there is no escaping my fate,” Hyunjin chuckles, but before he can say or do anything else, he looks at the counter. There are some cups, pens, and notepads you still have to put away. “May I?”

You just nod, eyeing him curiously. “What are you doing?”

“This,” Hyunjin says, ripping a piece of paper he scribbled on and giving it to you. “Is my number. Text me tomorrow? I really want to pay you back…”

“And how will you pay me back? Unfortunately, I don’t think there will be an opportunity for you to trip and spill a drink over me any time soon.”

“I mean, come out to get a drink with me and I’m sure I can arrange that.”

You stutter, eyes wide when he just shrugs. “W-What?”

“Or a coffee!” He quickly says, nodding excitedly. “Anything. Dinner, lunch, coffee, drinks– whatever sounds less creepy right now, cause I’m really nervous I’m coming across like a stalker and I don’t want to scare you off or–“

“Or I might be the one needing an escape plan?” You joke, grabbing your phone from your pocket and typing in the number he has just given you.

With quick fingers, you quickly send him a message: hey :) drinks sound good.

Hyunjin frowns at the buzzing coming from his phone at such an early hour. But the smile on his face when he reads your text is just breath-taking, and yes, maybe you’re being superficial, or maybe you’re not, but the way your heart picks up a little is not superficial at all.

“Drinks it is,” Hyunjin nods, trying to hide a smile. “I know just the place.”

“I swear to god if you say here I will–“

“Great service, great food– it makes sense!”

“Go home you creep.”

There is a pause before he turns around to leave. You can hear the smile in his voice when he calls your name. “And Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s a date.”

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Wohooooo Hyunjin's is out >.< I'm loving writing for this series!!! as always, make sure to go to @catiuskaa profile to go check out her incredible pieces for this series and her general masterlist!

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ihave-atummyache · 6 months ago

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IM SHITTING

HES MINE MINE MINE MINE ARF ARF GRRRRR ARF

im down so astronomically bad for this man like its actually a bit concerning

wait until u find out he technically isnt even my bias, just my boyfriend, yk?

i could look at that first picture all day everyday for the rest of my life and be satisfied <3

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schnaf · 5 months ago

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"LOVE and FEAR" M/V Teaser

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krosiefics · 3 months ago

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ about: hi, hi everyone, i’m rosie 💟 (she/her) i write both fluffy and smutty things, (i’ve gotta touch grass), but since i write mostly filth, this blog is a mdni/nsfw blog

i write mostly stray kids (skz), but i have some anime and jake (enhypen) things posted on my ao3

im ot8 but my ults are Chan and Minho

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ status: yall….i posted a full smut- it’s been months!! Gonna go MIA again :P (finals are coming up)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ rules: just be a good decent human being, be kind :)

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ latest: “what’s this?” • kim seungmin (mdni)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ most loved: is that a bet? • skz ot8 (mdni)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ my favs: i like it • lee minho (mdni)

let’s fulfill the prophecy • minsung x reader (mdni)

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ my archive account with all my fic recs

🔖 taglist now open

(send me a dm or comment on this linked post)

☕️ kofi coming soon

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too embarrassed to link my wattpad- so good luck finding that mwahaha👹

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hyunjinners · 1 year ago

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✧:･ﾟFear of The Unknown → Kim Seungmin x reader ˚₊· ꒰ 🌊 ꒱

꒰ 命 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ꒱┊Her relationship with Seungmin is perfectly healthy, but the insecurities on both sides prevent them from being clear with each other.

꒰ 命 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ꒱┊idol!Seungmin x fem¡reader

꒰ 命 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ꒱┊a little sad, cute, established relationship, happy ending.

꒰ 命 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ꒱┊possible trigger, fights, light swearing (nothing serious), lack of communication, relationship crisis, fear.

꒰ 命 𝐖.𝐂 ꒱┊6,7k

꒰ 命 𝐀/𝐍 ꒱┊I had a dream about Seungmin and I wanted to create a story based on that. I just read an imagine with Seungmin being a complete asshole and I was completely disgusted (the worst thing is that the chapter was really good, love the person who wrote it), so I had to do one of him being a complete baby that he always was (even if at some point in the chapter he hurt her, but I'm just saying- 😅😉)

English is not my first language! I hope you enjoy and have a good read - feedback is appreciated. 🩵🌨️

⊹₊˚ʚ❛masterlist❜ɞ

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗘 reflects off her face, waking her up to the start of another week. You toss and turn lazily in her place on the bed, making the sheets beneath you move, becoming increasingly messy. The ease with which his body messed them up made him realize the lack of extra weight on the bed beside him. Your fingers delicately trace the now empty space beside you.

You exhale a tired sigh, opening your eyes in a sudden awakening when you realize that your boyfriend was no longer there. His hands run awkwardly through his hair with the intention of making him at least presentable before getting up. You walk still a little drowsy down the hallway, rubbing your eyes with your vision a little blurry.

As if on the right timer, you arrive just as Seungmin was getting ready to put on his sneakers and head out. As soon as he sees you he stops on his way to the apartment entrance, smiling a wide and warm smile that was reserved especially for you. He raises his arms, enveloping her in a warm hug. You rub your head affectionately against his chest, like a lost kitten. He laughs at the thought. "What are you doing up at this time?" "I just wanted to see you leave, it'll be a long time before you return at night." You speak in a low tone that's a little slurred from sleep. He smiles as his fingers rest in his messy hair, you were basically sleeping standing up. "I'll be back tonight, don't worry. When you blink, I'll be back." He assures you. "I had left a note for you on the kitchen island," he pulls you away a little to look into your eyes. "Yo-rin invited us to go out with friends tonight. What do you think?"

"I think it's more like a 'date between couples', I'm sure she's with Jun-ho. But yes. I liked the idea." He smiles, straightening a rebellious lock that fell over his forehead. "Great, I'll be there in time to take us by car, okay?" "Okay" you lean up on your toes, placing an innocent kiss on his lips, wanting to see him as soon as possible. “I love you,” you say. He connects their lips again before walking away with a smile. "Put on some comfortable clothes, I know you'll look beautiful no matter what" he puts on his sneakers before leaving.

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You fix the last details of your hair before hearing the sound of the front door closing. You hurriedly grab your bag from the bed before walking towards the living room. You look for Seungmin, finding him drinking water in the kitchen. You lean against the doorframe waiting for him to notice his presence. When done, he looked you up and down with shining eyes. You were wearing a simple black corset over a white blouse and wide leg pants, simple but perfectly beautiful for him.

He approached, pulling her hand up and spinning her around. You let out a hearty laugh during your little turn, feeling embarrassed even though she is used to hearing compliments from him daily. "Perfect. How did I get so lucky?" He rambles, talking more to himself than anything else. His hands rest lightly on your waist. Seungmin affectionately rubs your nose with yours, kissing your cheek and then your lips, giving you a short peck. "Let's go. If we're late they'll be making jokes all night." He rolls his eyes remembering the last time he was late because he was distracted by his girlfriend.

Arriving at the restaurant, you go to a more private room to which you were directed by your friends. Yo-rin and Jun-ho were sitting laughing about something they shared on their cell phones, not before they stand up to greet you properly. "Y/n, long time! How are you?" Yo-rin hugs you warmly with a wide smile on her face, being extroverted as always. "It's really been a while since we saw each other, I missed you." You return the hug, settling into your rightful place next to Seungmin. "I think Seungmin thinks we're going to steal her from him." Jun-ho comments, earning a playful eye roll from Seungmin. "Okay, we didn't come to eat?" Seungmin interrupts the teasing with a fake tone of disdain. "Come on." You laugh.

The night passed comfortably between you. You and Seungmin exchanged knowing looks during the meal as you watched Jun-ho and Yo-rin put food on each other's plates. They just looked at you confused when they heard your laughter. When leaving the restaurant, you walked to the karaoke, passing through a nearby square, lights and live music filling the atmosphere and making everything more cozy along the way. After almost an hour of singing traditional Korean karaoke songs, you sat next to Yo-rin on the couch, only hearing Jun-ho and Seungmin's slurred singing because of the amount of Soju they drank together. You let out a hearty laugh when Jun-ho fell on top of Seungmin, crying - probably due to the song's melancholy lyrics about lost love.

As soon as the song ends, they sit next to the two of you, sighing breathlessly for the last song they sang so eagerly. "What do you think about another round?" Jun-ho drawls, resting his arms on Yo-rin's shoulders, who just gave him an amused look. "What's up, guys? One more song, one more Soju." He reaches for the bottle on the table, but is reprimanded by Yo-rin who holds his arm. "That's enough for today. I think we should go, you're drunk as a skunk." She stands up next to him, resting the weight of his body on her. "We're on our way, you can enjoy it alone, lovebirds." Yo-rin gives them a wink.

"Not alright. We're going. Come, I'll help you." Seungmin stands up, taking Jun-ho from her arms. "He is sure? You weren't alone all night. It's still 9pm, you can stay a little longer without us." She asks with a confused face towards the two of you. You shake your head with a simple smile. "It is good too, Minnie has to work tomorrow and I think you're going to need help with Jun-ho, you know, he's heavy." You laugh, joining his arm with hers to leave the room right behind the boys. "All is well then."

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A week has passed since the day you left with Seungmin's friends. It was a busy week, not only for you, but also for your boyfriend. You were busy with mountains of essays one after another for your college, and he, who trained too much, barely having time to rest and most days having stayed in the dorm with the boys.

You sigh tiredly, closing your laptop after finishing another tiring study session. You get up and go to the kitchen with the intention of heating up your lunch with the leftovers from the previous day’s dinner. remembering the morning message left on post-its that Seungmin left asking you to eat well because your health is very important. You smile at the thought.

Before even uncovering the pots that held the food, his cell phone that was on top of the island vibrates showing Yo-rin's photo on the screen, you quickly pick it up to answer the call. "Hi, Yo-rin! What a nice surprise." "Hi, how are you? You know, I have an appointment near your building and I thought I would invite you to have lunch together at a nearby restaurant. We can go to the mall too. Would you be free?" You smile excited at the idea of good timing. "Of course! To be honest, I was about to prepare my lunch, So you came at a good time." "Great, I'll give you the address, meet me in 30 minutes." "Okay."

The thirty minutes were enough for you to get ready in a casual and comfortable way, wearing moss green shorts with a short white blouse to stand out with sneakers of the same color. You call a taxi in front of your building, following a route of less than 5 minutes according to the address sent. You arrive in front of tteokbokki's small restaurant, finding Yo-rin at the tables in the back. She waves at you, indicating to sit across from her.

"I'm glad it arrived on time, I just ordered it. The ttobokki here is the best! I promise you won't regret it." She says happily, placing her cell phone on the table that was in her hands until then. "I thank you for the invitation, I needed a break from studying. My teacher went crazy this week." "I found out, Seungmin told me. That's why I called you, spending the whole week working on your mind must be a pain, you have to rest for everything." A sudden doubt appears in your head when she finished explaining. "Does he know we're here?" "Let's just say...it's a girls' secret." She raises her finger towards her own mouth, as if asking for secrecy, you laugh at the funny face she made. "Okay, let's just be the two of us for today" you join in on her joke.

After eating the famous tteokbokki - which she wasn't lying when she said it was the best - you split the bill, at her insistence, leaving to walk some more. You kept the plan of going to the mall, passing through several stores trying on some things or buying others. She lets out a sudden happy squeal pulling you towards a store with a new makeup line that she mentioned seeing on 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 on tiktok. She fiddles with some products before suddenly pausing, speaking without looking you in the eye, "You know, I didn't want to say anything, because I thought it would be a little uncomfortable for you, but it's been rattling around in my head since the day we left last week." She says hurriedly, barely having time to breathe. "What do you mean? What happened?" You ask worriedly, resting your hand on her shoulder. She looks into his eyes with concern shining in them, starting to slowly wander around the store then looking at some products in distraction.

"It's just...how's your relationship with Seung going?" "So far, so good. I- I still don't understand, Yo-rin." You speak slowly, imagining that she is organizing her thoughts so she knows how to speak carefully. "You know, the day we left I noticed something strange. I had been talking to Seungmin for weeks about the idea I had of us all going out together and only after a lot of insistence did he give in and talk to you." She sighed, thinking about what she would say next. "And...during dinner or when we were at karaoke, he treated you like one of his friends, it didn't even seem like you were dating and, When I suggested the idea of you being alone, because I imagined it would be uncomfortable for him to act like that in front of us, he didn't even hesitate before denying it." You remained silent, trying to understand her line of reasoning.

"I understand your concern, Yo-rin, but I think you got it wrong," you try to smile, but it was flawed, only a ghost of a smile appeared on your face. "Minnie isn't exactly the biggest fan of PDA and I respect that about him, nothing more." His attempt to convince her seems to be of no use, since she just looks at you like you're not listening to her. "It's not just that, it's just…" she lowers her voice, now looking away from her feet, "In his past relationships, this wasn't a problem. He's never been this distant with anyone before. Besides, he barely lets you go out with his friends. At first I was understanding, since he had just gotten out of a difficult relationship, I thought he didn't want to rush things. But now it's weird. You've been together for almost two years and it seems like he wants to hide you from us." Her reaction about her is silent, making you reflect.

"I don't want to put the wrong ideas in his head, but you see, he's been busy working this week. Did he call you in the meantime? He usually does this when he misses you or is worried." A lump forms in your throat and your mouth goes dry, making you swallow your saliva with difficulty. "He- he leaves notes in the morning and sometimes sends messages at night…” you respond in a low voice, your chest was starting to hurt from how tight it was. His thoughts were racing. "You see? It worries me! I try to talk to him, but he just ignores me when I bring it up." She looks at you, waiting for an answer, but only receives silence in return. "Okay, I think- I think we better go, okay?" She puts her hand over your left shoulder, guiding you out of the store. "I think so." You practically whisper, your voice disappearing into your throat.

His plan was to spend the rest of the day peacefully, but that didn't happen. You knew Yo-rin would never say anything to affect you - not on purpose, of course - but his words were eating away at your mind and insecurity grows in your chest. Her mentioning Seungmin's previous relationship really bothered you. He had mentioned it to you once, explaining it in a shallow way and, after that conversation, you wonder if the reason he didn't tell you in detail is because he doesn't trust you. You blindly trusted Seungmin without hesitation, but the burning you felt in your eyes and the sweat that formed on your hands were clear signs that you were very insecure, and again her thoughts took her like monsters, making her reflect and question details of her relationship so far.

You try to finish some work you intended to do before the due date, but all you can see and feel is that something is now wrong. You don't want to think, but it can't help but cross your mind that it's somehow your fault.

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The wonderful smell of banana pie enters your nostrils making you feel hungrier. You bow slightly in thanks to the cashier before walking out the door of the small bakery with two cups of coffee and pieces of Seungmin's favorite pie. It had been two days since the day you met Yo-rin. You didn't mention your date with Seungmin, not that you were hiding anything, I was just afraid you'd upset him by telling him something so irrelevant while he was away working. Your nerves hadn't calmed down at all since that day, but you were trying to distract yourself, thinking it better not to make hasty decisions.

You wanted to prove to yourself that everything was okay so, for that, you decided to surprise Seungmin by visiting him at JYP. Maybe it was hasty, but you knew he would be happy. You try to hide the excited smile that insisted on appearing on your face. Arriving at the entrance of the company, you pull out your cell phone, dialing his number. Some rings resounded signaling that it was calling. The call dropped. You called once again and were getting a little worried for fear that he wasn't at the company or that something had happened. After several taps, finally you hear his low and slightly slurred voice, he was probably tired. "Hey. Did something happen?" He speaks quickly. Your breath catches in your throat and your mind insists that maybe it wasn't a good idea, he looked anxious and tired. "H-hi, no- nothing happened. Just...I thought I'd stop by the company to give you a coffee and some cakes, I was wondering if you'd already eaten anything." His voice disappeared from his throat. You were afraid to tell people you were at the company, afraid of what might happen.

"It's okay, there's no need. I ate well, I promise. Look, I- I have a lot to do, so…” he sighs, you got the signal. A strange cold hits your belly and your eyes water. You didn't know exactly why you wanted to cry, but you felt like you were excluded. "Not alright. Sorry to call unannounced." You hoped he didn't notice his weak voice. "Okay, don't worry. Tomorrow I will be home early." He hangs up and you feel like your head is spinning. You keep your cell phone in your pocket, now with a cold coffee in his hands and a tight heart almost coming out of his mouth. You can't cry, not here, not now. Are you strong… 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?

The next day you were discouraged, maybe this was your new routine this week; waking up and realizing that deep down you are afraid that your previously so perfect relationship might just be a sham, that you were a hobby. You had nothing to do, it was a boring day. The weather was rainy and the cold wind blew against her skin through the open window. It felt like the universe was actually conspiring against you, even the weather was really hazy, matching your thoughts. On days like this there was only one thing you could do.

You unlock the bike that you hadn't used in a long time, you had to clean your hands of the dust that spread along the chain that held it. Riding it, you pedaled quickly, feeling a small sting in your nose from the cold wind. Securing it to the small bike rack, you entered the place with bad lighting, where only the red, white and blue tones of the machines make you have minimal vision. The arcade was definitely the strangest place to calm down, but for you it was nostalgic and relaxing. Sometimes you felt like a child who went out to play when there was a fight at home. By placing the tokens inside the claw machine, you let yourself go for hours, changing the toys and carrying lots of gifts home.

You close the door behind you with your foot, your arms filled with bags loaded with various teddy bears and other small toys. You leave your bags on the living room floor, desperately wanting a shower. Opening the bedroom door, you hear the sound of the shower turning off and a voice shouting from inside the bathroom, "darling?" You stopped in the same place. You wanted to walk around leaving the room and pretend it was just the wind, but at the same time you wanted to hug him and say you missed him. Because you felt it, a lot. "Hi, Minnie. I'm here." Seconds later you hear the sound of the shower turning on again. You wondered if he really cared that you were there, but you wouldn't torture yourself like that. Lying down, it feels like the effort you put into riding your bike has come to a head, your eyelids becoming heavier and your vision darkening.

Your eyes slowly open at the delicate rocking of your shoulder, caused by a pair of large, light hands, touching you as if any sudden action would break you. A little more attentive to your surroundings, you see Seungmin crouching in front of you with his hand caressing your shoulder. "Love, get up, please." You stood up lazily, running a hand over your face. "What time is it?" "About 6:00 pm, probably." He replied in a low tone, not wanting to alarm you. "I'm sorry for waking you up, but I need to talk to you." Seungmin sat next to him, looking into his eyes with concern and affection. "...I don't- look, I wanted to apologize to you for what happened yesterday. I know we didn't talk properly this week because of me, and I felt bad for hanging up the call so quickly. I want to redeem myself." He speaks slowly, paying attention to see if you understood everything he said.

You sigh, not knowing whether from relief or exhaustion. Your eyes fill with water and you want to disappear from his face because you look so fragile. You bite your bottom lip, looking down at your hands that were resting in your lap. You feel his strong arms wrap around you in a hug that is a little awkward, but still comforting. You reciprocate, giving in to his affection. You inhale the smell of the moisturizer he usually applies after a shower, feeling small for realizing that you needed to be in his arms. He extends his hand over your hair, stroking it delicately, with so much love and care that it made your bones ache to think about what it would be like to no longer be able to feel his love. He whispers softly to you, "I plan to show you something. I'll give you some time to shower and get dressed, I'll be waiting in the living room." You pull away, looking at him confused. "Where are we going?" He smiles, his eyes shining with admiration. He runs his fingers over your cheek, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. "For a good surprise."

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You watch in the distance as small yellow lights shine through the branches. You were still in the city, but in a somewhat reserved place, close to a small piece of sea. Turning off the engine, he walks around as he gets out of the car and opens the door for you, his gentlemanly gestures never dying, eliciting a sincere smile from you for the gesture. He goes ahead, guiding her to a small restaurant that is located on the water's edge. It was beautiful, the lights scattered around the room where the tables were located made everything seem comforting. The place seemed to be a kind of 'acquaintances only environment', as Seungmin nods knowingly to the lady inside the store.

He points to a table asking you to wait for him. When he returns, he sits across from you, starting a conversation by asking how his day was. You try to avoid saying that the reason for your bad mood was technically attributed to him, just saying that you went out to distract your mind. He tells you how his week was and how this part of training is being pushed before the stray kids comeback and you sag a little in your chair, feeling like he was getting in his way that time, like an added weight to the whole problem he was going through. You didn't want to make it too obvious, so you just smiled and motivated him by saying how good he is at what he does. After eating the delicious food, he walked with you to a bridge not too far away, where he had an incredible view of the biggest buildings in Seoul.

You walked side by side and at some point you linked your pinkies, not wanting him to be uncomfortable with closer contact. He looked at his hands with a frightened expression, as if this was new to him. His stomach dropped and his smile fell a little, but he couldn't show it. He pointed to a specific place on the bridge where he wanted to observe the view, walking a little faster, letting go of your hands. You swallowed hard, this was no time to think about that.

You joined his side, resting both hands on the bar in front of you. Seungmin looked mesmerized by the lights that decorated the city at night, matching the stars. You watched him absorbed in thoughts about him, about how incredibly cute he looked in this dark brown trench coat that highlighted his eye color and made him look like the main love interest in a drama, or how his fluffy hair made him incredibly attractive. You loved him, and you wanted him to know that. The words instantly spring to his tongue, as a desperate prayer for the support of your relationship, "...I love you." You whisper, breaking the silence that had been established until then, just the cold wind blowing over you. He stops for a few seconds, looking into your eyes and giving you a light smile. He holds your hands in his, with a lost look pondering on his face. Her breathing hitched suddenly, her chest hurt.

You remove your hands from his, he then looks at you confused, not understanding the reason for the gesture. “Do you love me, Seung?” His voice sounds broken, wavering with every word spoken. Seungmin's eyes widened, doubt and worry shining in his eyes. "Of course darling." "... so why don't you say it?" Silence. A bitter silence that you didn't want to experience, wasn't what you wanted. A lone tear fell down your cheek, exhaustion overflowing from the latest past events. "Where did that come from? What's going on?" You laugh humorlessly, wiping the tear uselessly as more insisted on constantly descending. "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨? Everything is happening, Seungmin!" You suddenly burst out, not raising your tone because they were in a public environment, even though it was almost empty.

"Why- why don't you ever say you love me? I express my love for you and the only thing I get in return is silence." He looks at you scared, but without saying a word. He reaches out to touch your arm, but you painfully take a step back. He lowers his hand slowly, sighing. "It's not that-" "so what happened?" You interrupt him. He falls silent, swallowing nervously. He ponders his answer for a while, looking down. "... It is complicated." You clenched your fists in disbelief, not in anger, but in disappointment. "Yo-rin was right… I can't believe it." You mumble, wiping away your tears as you turn your back to him.

He raises his head, confused by the mention of his childhood best friend's name. Before you could take another step, he stops in front of her, looking straight at you. "What does she have to do with it?" Now it was your turn to ponder, sighing as you look at the water, avoiding staring at him at all costs. "We hung out a few days ago and talked about our relationship. She told me she was worried that you were being cold to me, avoiding showing people that I'm your girlfriend. At first, I didn't want to believe it, but she was right about some things," you stare back at him, where he listened to you with a mix of feelings; fear, worry, sadness, anger. Everything was apparent in his physical and bodily expression and you wanted this discussion to end, but everything needed to be clarified, "she said that you were never so cold towards someone, that you were different in your other relationship. That hurt so much, Seungmin. It makes me wonder if the problem was with me," your voice broke and you felt afraid that you wouldn't be able to speak.

"I've never had problems with insecurities in our relationship but it's hard not to think about it when you treat a trainee with perfect, enviable beauty so affectionately and act different like that. a mere student... I can't keep this to myself anymore, Seungmin." Seungmin wants to speak, but his arguments catch in his throat, his vision blurred by the tears that were in his mouth. You just nod, too tired to fight, gripping the strap of your bag tightly before walking past him. "Where- where are you going? You're driving with me." He shouts in your place, not worried about clarifying your doubts, but rather where you are going. 𝘚𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺, you think. "I'll go by taxi." And then you go, leaving him alone at the edge of the cold water under the lights of Seoul.

You lay on your bed, curled up in the fetal position, feeling more tears wet your face. The feelings were confused inside, you felt a strange relief that he finally knew your feelings, but the fear and anguish that Yo-rin was really right predominated without pause, making you experience double emotional exhaustion. Your cell phone vibrates next to you, you pick it up after several rings. There were messages from him.

𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 🐶🤍: I'm afraid you want space. I'm going to sleep in the dorm with the boys today, don't worry.

You sigh. It would be a long night's sleep.

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"Everything will be fine, you're amazing." Her friend Nayeon massages her shoulders, an act to uselessly ease her tension. The dressing room was a mess, people running from one side to the other arranging clothes and makeup. Today was a very important day for many fashion students, including you. A small fashion show planned for months where students presented their creations to be evaluated by the most respected professors on campus, in addition to important presences such as businesspeople and industry scouts. It was a very important day and the tension from his fight with Seungmin two days ago wasn't helping anything. During those two days, he stayed in the dorm and you didn't speak to each other again. You were sad and relieved that Seungmin didn't say anything to you, perhaps to give you space or out of fear of what might happen if you try to talk again.

You shallowly told your friend Nayeon how you fought with Seungmin after she confronted you about why you were acting so distracted and tired. She was understanding, giving a little speech about how fights like this are normal in relationships and that you would soon sort things out. You didn't take much faith, but agreed just to end the matter. You couldn't let personal matters get in the way of your work, not on this day. Only the best students were selected to have the opportunity to present their work and you passed with honor and praise. Your teacher announced your selection with pride and you couldn't be happier for the opportunity you've been given.

A thought quickly crossed your mind, imagining what it would be like if you weren't fighting with Seungmin, If only he was here to support her and tell her how proud he is. It makes you sad. Nayeon stops massaging her shoulders when she feels them more tense. "Honey, relax. Important people will be here today and you need to at least look presentable when they ask to see the creator of the best collection." She said with a playful smile on her face. "Now get up, hold your head high and show who the talent in this place is, you hear?" You smile at her sincerely, grateful for her generosity. "You're right, today is going to be a memorable day." You walk to your seats in the front row when they announce the start of the parade. Your pieces will be one of the last, so you are calmer at first. The lights go out and everything begins. It's no wonder that the best were selected for this, the pieces are truly incredible and vivid, you can't deny it.

It was time for your creations to appear and you were afraid of people's reactions. Nayeon squeezed his arm gently, a silent warning that you were doing well. When it was all over, the applause resounded loudly throughout the place and, as soon as the lights came on, your hands froze in place when you saw who was in front of you. Seungmin clapped happily when he saw his collection at an event like this. He was happy and proud, unlike two days ago when he left her distressed and without answers. She wanted to disappear and pretend she didn't see him, but when your eyes met, it was as if you could see the feelings he carried inside, longing to have you close to him. It was a short period of time before the event ended and his nerves were on edge. People were getting up and in the middle of the movement you saw Seungmin walk up to you, before he opened his mouth to say something, you nodded towards the backstage, asking him to follow you.

You guide him to sit at the dressing table that was in an unoccupied dressing room. You close the door, sitting across from him. A slightly uncomfortable silence settles in the room as you play with your fingers in your lap, an attitude you did when you were nervous. "I'm proud. You are extremely talented and my heart was happy when I saw that your talent was finally recognized." He breaks the silence by speaking in a low tone. You stare at him, formulating a decent response. You didn't want to be rude, but you were still upset with him. "Thank you." His voice was so low that if he hadn't been so close he might not have heard it. And once again silence fell, but not for long, as he spoke again, this time catching your attention more abruptly. "When I was a trainee I met a girl," you lift your head, curious as to what he's getting at, "we became friends, one thing led to another and we ended up becoming romantically involved," he pauses, watching your reaction carefully.

"She wasn't my first girlfriend, but she was the first one I thought I would actually move forward with. I treated her very well, being the example of a drama boyfriend," He tries to make a joke but you just look away, he sighed. "One day, I intended to take her to meet my parents and then she just attacked me. He said that I needed to change, that if I continued being this 'soft idiot' no one would ever stay, that no one wants someone so needy around. She broke up with me a few days later." His eyes met yours and you didn't know what to say, it was all so sudden. "It ended up that a few months later she got involved in a fight at the company and had to give up on her debut, leaving the company... It's not that I don't love you, dear… I'm afraid of losing you if I get too close. You are the most important person in my life and I don't know if I can imagine my life without you. I need you." His voice cracks, making him feel small. You lean in to wipe away the tears running down his face.

Not holding back, you hugged him warmly, longing and relief enveloped you in a loving way. You kissed his forehead and whispered while stroking his hair. "I would never leave you, I'm the one who needs you. I'm sorry- I'm sorry for not listening to you sooner." You cry together, relieved to have cleared things up. You still felt guilty for not listening to him, you felt selfish, but seeing how sincere he seemed, you thought you could give yourself a chance. He pulls you away, cupping your face so he can kiss you more easily. He held her with love, feeling her soft lips fit perfectly over his like pieces of a puzzle to which he was predestined to be united until his last breath of life. He brushes two more pecks on your lips before separating, taking in the air.

"I had a fight with Yo-rin…so I thought I had to at least settle it with you." He commented suddenly, making you look at him with concern. "Did you- did you fight because of me…?" He holds your hands, stroking them for you to relax. "It's not your fault, She's the one who needs to measure her words, that's all." His tone becomes more serious for a moment. You just nod in understanding. You are interrupted by Nayeon abruptly entering the dressing room. "Girl, I looked for you everywhere! The professor is behind you, a Japanese businessman is interested in your work and wants to talk to you." She smiles excitedly. It seems like things have really worked out.

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"Minnie!" You jump into his arms, the suitcase sliding away almost falling. He spins you in his arms, filling your face with chaste kisses as a manifestation of his longing. "Calm down, calm down! We're going to fall." He laughs, placing you on the ground. "I've been waiting for this for weeks, you know." You kiss him again, happy to finally see him after months. Eight months passed after everything happened and things were happening naturally. The boys were taking off with their new mini album for JYP Japan and you were visiting him in Shibuya, Taking advantage of the fact that she was on a business trip, she was hired to design the newest collection for a successful Japanese brand. You couldn't be more proud of each other. After a long and tiring flight, your boyfriend met you in your hotel room to welcome you.

"I know you're tired," he begins, looking with his puppy dog eyes, "but I need to take you to a very important place. And, before you deny it, it’s in your best interest, so…” you watch him curiously, reading his expression. "All is well then." You smile, hugging him once again.

It was night when he picked you up in your room that same day. The moon was full and bright and the weather was mild for it being spring. You passed through beautiful places and interesting streets before arriving at the place he had initially thought of, taking several memorable photos along the way. Holding your hand, he pulled you towards a slightly more reserved place, where trees with cherry blossoms lay, your favorites. You were amazed looking around you, the lighting made everything more exciting and charismatic. "Is this where you wanted to take me?" You ask smiling after sitting on a wooden bench beneath the trees. "Did you like it? The boys researched the best places for a romantic walk and I could only say thank you." A wide smile graces his features. He looks down at his feet, his heart felt like it was going to jump out of his mouth and his forehead couldn't stop sweating. "Baby... are you okay? We can go back if-

"no no! I'm fine, I just- I just wanted to tell you something." He looks at you, piecing together fragments of the speech he's practiced for hours in front of the members..

"I want to be honest with you. I've rehearsed this moment thousands of times and I still think I'm going to stutter as soon as I open my mouth." He gathers his courage and continues, you watch him curious and confused. "Some time ago, I was afraid of losing you. My life revolves around you and I was scared of losing you if you left. I realized that we only know for sure if something will last if we have the attitude to hold on to it and make sure it's yours." You watch him take a small marsala-colored velvety box from your pants, your eyes fill with water as you realize the reason for all this, for every planned part of this day. "My love, do you agree to become my priority forever?" He opens the small box, revealing two beautiful silver rings with details in pink stones.

You hug him, wetting his shoulder with the tears you shed in happiness. "Of course I do, darling." You were ready to become his permanently. He was yours and you were his, and no one would separate you, neither doubt nor fear, you would face the unknown together, because you love each other.

A/N_ I usually don't leave comments at the end of chapters, but after all this I think it's worthy of reactions. Okay, what was that? I swear I've never written a chapter this long and I confess I was proud because I didn't intend to make it this long. Please don't feel angry with Yo-rin 😭, she just wanted to help even though she acted like a bitch, that's it- but whatever. Like × reblog ¡ by:: @hyunjinners ^-^

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myseungsunglove · 6 months ago

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Sleepy Mia is reblogging. Don’t mind her.

I Know, Jagiya | Ksm

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

Warning: fluffy fluff

𖠫Summary: Confessing your love for someone is always a risk.

✎A/N✎: just some late night runaway thoughts that I let out for the first time in a while. Haven’t just written what I was thinking in the moment in a long time. So don’t mind my 3 AM soft thoughts. I’m just soft for Kim Seungmin.

◠ ◡ ◠᭚ιαᵕ̈

You lay in the dark, unable to sleep while your boyfriend sleeps peacefully beside you. You watch the slow rise and fall of his broad chest and can’t help but scoot closer to him in the darkness, placing a hand on his chest, your face settling right next to his. You gently press your lips against is warm skin and revel in the peace it brings you.

Kim Seungmin grounds you in every possible way a person could. As you lay there listening to the melody of his breathing you are made starkly aware just how in love with him you are. You’ve never said as much to his face, but in the moment you feel overwhelmed by the feeling.

The dark seems like the safest place to make this confession. Seungmin is asleep and he doesn’t need to know yet just how over the moon he makes you. You kiss his jaw softly, peppering a little trail up to his ear.

“I love you, so much Kim Seungmin,” you breathe out gently, barely above a whisper. Your secret released into the darkness as your hand runs up and down the length of Seungmin’s chest.

You feel movement as Seungmin slowly reaches up and squeezes your hand gently, threading your fingers together on top of his chest.

His head turns toward you, his eyes blinking slowly as he adjusts to the darkness of the room.

“I know, jagiya,” he whispers back, his voice low and gravelly with sleep. He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your lips not once, not twice, but three times before his arms find you in the dark, wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his embrace. “I love you too,” he confesses and you breathe a sigh of relief against his lips.

With the confession off your chest, sleep embraces you as Seungmin does, pulling you into his chest with a satisfied and content sigh.

#kim seungmin fluff #kim seungmin x y/n #seungmin x reader #seungmin imagine #kim seungmin one shots #kim seungmin drabbles

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faunandfloraas · 6 months ago

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miniverse._ I'm five.

#him captioning it that is pretty funny #anyway he heard i made my theme brown and wanted to give me more content. might edit these later >:3 #kim seungmin #skz #stray kids #hes edging me with that hat tho like pllllssss one hatless shot pleaseee

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katnisspeetaprim · 1 year ago

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Bully Part.1

Bang Chan/Reader, Platonic!Felix/Reader

Summary: You loved your life and career, but the new stylist at JYP brings up some memories you would rather forget.

Warnings: angst, bullying, panic attacks, crying, arguments, flinching during argument.

Word Count: 2481 M.list

Your life was pretty much perfect at this moment in time, at least according to yourself. You had your own house and car, even landed your dream job which you had spent years studying and apprenticing for.

The day you became one of the head stylists at JYP, was one of the best days of your life, having worked you way up from lowly intern. You mainly worked with the Twice girls these days, but you originally started out with Stray Kids, which is how you met Chan.

The two of you immediately hit it off, quickly realising that there was something more than friendship going on. The two of you dated secretly for quite a while, but as soon as the dating ban was removed from their contracts, you both went straight to JYP, thinking it would be better to be truthful in the long run.

The older man looked at the two of you like a disappointed father looking down at his children, who had been caught doing something naughty. JYP was understandably upset that the two of you were dating but he wasn’t about to stop you, especially since you’ve already proved you can work without distraction.

Romance between idols and the staff wasn’t banned after all, just strongly discouraged.

It was after going public with the relationship did you think it would be better to move to one of the other groups style teams, this way you could both avoid unsavoury rumours floating around, but also prove that you could still maintain a professional relationship whilst at work. This is how you came to be a head stylist for Twice.

Your departure from the Stray Kids team had left your position open, and tis is what lead to your current predicament......

It had been a few weeks since your move, so you and Chan would usually be waiting a little while for the other to finish for the day, since your rode home together. Today though, you had been waiting for nearly an hour for him in the parking lot. Annoyed by his lateness, you shot off a text to him. Within moments, you got a reply.

You groaned in annoyance. You had no problem with him going out, but a heads up would have been nice. In all honesty, you’d been so busy recently, you’d forgotten that they’d already hired your replacement. At least you were the one to drive that morning so you weren’t stranded.

Just as you were about to start the car, a knock on your window startled you. You looked over to see the smiling faces of Momo and Jeongyeon. You rolled down your window with a smile.

‘Y/N! We thought it was your car. You left over and hour ago, why are you still here?’

‘Oh, I was waiting for Chan, but I forgot that he had plans tonight.’ You explained sheepishly, feeling only a little embarrassed that you’d waited over an hour for a guy. Momo and Jeongyeon shared a look.

‘Well we were planning on getting food together. If you’re free, why don’t you join us?’

‘Why not?’ You found yourself smiling as you exited the car. This wouldn’t be the first time you’d hung out with the girls outside of work, so at least you knew you would still have a good night, with or without Chan.

It was late when you got home. Knowing you had to be up early the next morning, you wanted to get in bed asap.

When you opened the door, you were surprised to find all the lights off and the home eerily quiet. You were confused as you toed off your shoes. Chan wasn’t usually one to sleep early but just in case, you tip toed to the bedroom to check on him, only to find it empty.

You tried to stay calm, but worry began to wash through you. It wasn’t like Chan to stay out this late and not even send so much as a text. You pulled out your phone and hit the call button, your anxiety only sky rocketing when he didn’t answer. Finally, on the fourth call did he answer you.

‘Chan!’

‘Babe! We’re gonna be late! Don’t wait up!’ ‘click’ You stared at your phone in disbelief. There was loud music and shouting in the background so he was obviously out at some kind of club. Sigh. At least you knew he was safe...

When you awoke the next morning, you rolled over, only to collide with a fully clothed Chan. He was laid out on his back, on top of the sheets and still in his clothes from the night before.

Now Chan doesn’t drink so you knew he wasn’t hungover, but if he got in and just flopped down in bed, then it must have been late or early. Your alarm hadn’t gone off yet, so you quickly reached for it and turned off your 6am alarm, not wanting to wake him just yet.

‘You worried me last night.’ You whispered to yourself and gently stroked his hair, causing him to stir slightly. Not wanting to wake him, you pulled away and got up.

Just as you were getting on your shoes to leave, Chan wondered into the main room, rubbing the sleep from his tired eyes.

‘Hey, if you wanted a lift you should get dressed, we’ll be late otherwise.’ You were a little annoyed at his tardiness, but decided it could wait till later.

‘I don’t ned to be in till later. I might go sleep a while longer.’ He was almost falling asleep at the kitchen counter. Cute. You smiled and strolled over to him.

‘Did you have a good time last night?’ You stroked across his broad shoulders as he hunched over the table. ‘With the new stylist?’ He perked up at the mention of the new staff member.

‘Oh she’s great! If you’re free today at some point, you should come by and I’ll introduce you! I think you’ll get on great!’ You laughed at his enthusiasm, glad that JYP had hired friendly staff.

‘I’m glad! And I’ll definitely make time to come by, but now I really have to go.’ You leaned down and kissed him goodbye. ‘I’ll see you later, love you!’

You’d had a particularly busy day, what with the new Twice comeback happening soon, you didn’t get to visit the Stray Kids studio till late in the day.

When you entered the room, the first person to notice you was Han.

‘Noona!’ He yelled, causing the other boys heads to shoot up.

‘Hi guys!’ They all ran up to you, hugging you in greeting. You didn’t get to see the guys that much these days, only getting updates from Chan, so this was a real treat to see them all again.

‘Alright boys, calm down.’ You giggled.

‘Y/N, I didn’t think you were going to show up.’ Chan pushed through the rowdy boys and hugged you.

‘I said I’d be here, didn’t I?’

‘Come on, I’ll introduce you.’

‘Oh are you here to meet Jia-noona?’ Hyunjin asked with a smile. A chorus of compliments for the woman came from all the boys as Chan lead you across the room.

‘Jia! Meet my girlfriend Y/N!’ When the woman stood and spun round, your breath hitched in your throat and you suddenly felt like you couldn’t breathe. Stood in front of you was Park Jia, the girl who had made your whole school life miserable. She had been the typical mean girl, while you were more of a hermit, preferring to keep yourself to yourself. Naturally she saw you as easy target and basically tortured you daily.

‘Y/N, nice to meet you! Chan’s told me so much about you already!’ She reached out her perfectly manicured hand for you to shake. You couldn’t stop yourself from flinching when she reached out for you, casing Chan to look over to you, shocked by your actions. Your mouth was so dry you couldn’t speak. She didn’t recognise you. After the hell she put you through, how could she not recognise you!?

Now you definitely changed a lot since your school years, but did your life really mean so little to this woman that she’d forgotten you?

‘Y/N? You ok?’ Chan suddenly called out, gently stroking your back and bringing you back to reality. ‘You spaced out there.’

‘Um yeah uh-umm yeah sorry. I-I have to go.’ You stuttered, not knowing what to do but knowing that you couldn’t stay in that room any longer. You basically pushed your way out of the room, running down the hallway, all while trying to not have a panic attack.

Back in the room, everyone stood with confused faces.

‘Did I do something wrong?’ Jia asked Chan with a frown, his eyebrows furrowed.

‘No. No. Y/N can just be a little weird sometimes.’ Chan’s answer caused the other SKZ members to cast questioning looks to each other. They may not see you as much as they used to, but during your time with them you had all gotten pretty close. None of them had every seen you react to a situation quite like you had just done.

‘Are you sure she’s ok? She seemed upset..’ Felix asked, concerned for you.

‘I hope I didn’t do anything to upset her.’ Jia’s sickeningly sweet voice floated across the room.

‘Nah she’s just emotional, her period is probably coming. I’ll deal with it later.’ Felix frowned deeply at his leader. Why was Chan dismissing you like that when something had clearly upset you.

Whilst everyone was distracted by Jia, Felix silently slipped out of the room and went to find you.

He found you, sitting alone in a small office, quietly sobbing to yourself.

‘Y/N!’ He rushed over to you and put his arm around your shoulders. In an attempt to hide your tears, you wiped at your face to no avail.

‘Felix. Is everything ok?’ He looked at you quizzically.

‘I should be asking you that! You ran out of the room!’ You looked down in defeat, knowing you couldn’t keep this from your friend.

‘I couldn’t stay in there one second longer because of her.’ You said with shaky breath.

‘Yeah I gathered that.’ Felix let out a humourless chuckle. ‘But why though?’ He pressed you for an answer. You looked up to him with sad eyes, before taking a deep breath.

‘She bullied me in school.’ Felix’ face morphed into shock, but he let you continue speaking.

‘But it wasn’t normal bullying. She and her minions would do awful things to me, make me do things... And I thought I was free when I left for college.’ You started sobbing again as you explained, unable to hold back the tears any longer. Felix swallowed a lump in his throat, but he had to ask.

‘What do you mean, not normal bullying? What did they make you do?’ You looked down and shook your head vigorously. You weren’t ready to talk and Felix wasn’t going to force you.

‘I don’t know what to do. Coming to work everyday knowing she’s here, and Chan seems to love her...’ Felix winced at your words. You weren’t wrong about that, the guy seemed smitten with her. He wasn’t even going to tell you how Chan spoke about you once you left the room.

‘He needs to know Y/N. We can tell him together and he’ll speak to the company. JYP will back you I know it.’ You licked your dry lips and nodded.

‘I’ll tell him at home. I just need to think about what to say.’ You sniffled.

‘You sure you don’t need me there with you?’ You nodded with a sniff. Felix nodded and pulled you into a tight hug.

‘I’m here if you need me.’ You were grateful to have such a caring friend like Felix.

‘You should get back.’ You nudged him away lightly. He sighed, not really wanting to leave you alone, but knowing you were right.

‘Ok, but remember what I said.’

Just as your day was ending, you spotted Chan walking towards you from down the hall. Your smile faltered a little when you noticed the expression on his face. He didn’t look happy.

‘Hey. You ready to go?’ You asked nervously as he all but bumped your shoulder as he passed.

‘I got a lift in so you need to drive.’ Is all he said to you, no ounce of warmth in his voice after the long day. You stared after him, mouth agape and not believing how he just brushed you off like that. When you caught up to him, he was already standing by your car and he was practically dripping with irritation.

‘Hurry up.’ He spat. Without a word, you unlocked the car and got in, followed by the slam of the door as he did the same.

‘What are you waiting for? He groaned when you just sat there.

‘Why are you treating me like this?’ You mumbled, eyes cast down.

‘Why do you think?’ Chan scoffed. You didn’t answer, but looked at him with sad eyes.

‘You fucking embarrassed me today Y/N! Acting like that with Jia? Unbelievable.’ He exploded on you, hitting the dashboard hard with his hand. You stared at him, shocked at his outburst.

‘Do you have nothing to say for yourself?’ You flinched away at his harsh words and honestly you were a little scared after he hit the dash. You knew Chan would never lay a finger on you in that way, but right now, this didn’t seem like the man you fell in love with...

‘I didn’t act like that for no reason...’ You trailed off, not really in the mood to talk anymore.

‘You know what? I’m gonna stay at the dorms tonight. I can’t be around you right now.’ And with that he was gone, once again slamming your poor car door.

‘Wait...’ You tried meekly, but it was too late. You broke down for the second time that day.

You remembered Felix’ words from earlier and not feeling good about being alone, you text him.

You breathed a sigh of relief when he agreed to meet you, but the relief was short lived when your phone pinged once again. It was Chan and your heart absolutely shattered when you saw his messages.

You locked your phone and threw in in the backseat. You knew you should have just ignored his messages and give him a chance to calm down, but you felt your blood boil when he defended her again.

The phone was vibrating continuously behind you. Probably Chan trying to call you to chastise you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look.

Even after all these years, why was she still ruining your life...?

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