#lee seokmin timestamps

[okiedokrie]

[05:55]

Summary: Seokmin wants to take cute couple selcas with you :3

Characters/Paring: Boyfriend!Seokmin (DK) x Reader

Genre: FLUFF <<33

AUs/Trope Info: Non-Idol, Established Relationship, Seokmin wants a new wallpaper for his phone, so he bothers you for couple selcas C:

Word Count: 200+

Warnings: None <3

Rating: 16+

A/N: reupload, too cute :<

“bbbBBBAAAABBBBEEEEE-” Seokmin’s call for you get progressively louder as he nears your bedroom door. You turn your head to look at him, he was smiling brightly, peeking his head through the doorway and holding his phone up to face you. “Let’s take cute couple selcas!” He said brightly, you giggle “Min, what’s the occasion?” you ask jokingly, he laughs along with you, “Oh, nothing, I just wanted a new wallpaper. And I needed an excuse to bother you.”

You giggle again, louder this time. He walks into the bedroom and sits down on the bed next to you, he opens his phone to show you his old wallpaper, it was an older selca of you two, you smile fondly at the memory, he opens his camera app and holds it up to snap a picture. ”Cheese!” He said as the app makes a digital shutter noise, he pulls the phone down and shows you the picture, both of you still look messy with bed hair and wrinkled pajamas but you two still looked genuinely happy and content.

Both of you giggle at the sight, you told Seokmin to take a better picture, but he had already set it as his new wallpaper. You playfully smack his arm as he laughs, draping an arm around you as he pulls you closer, kissing all over your face. Maybe Seokmin bothering you for selcas isn’t a bad way to start your morning.

[justkpopjokes]

[ 1 6 : 1 5 ]

You can barely see Seokmin's watery eyes, both because of the darkness of the movie theatre and your own tears.

Neither of you had expected this romantic movie to be sad—but this did explain the good reviews it had online.

“Baby,” you whisper, leaning towards him to grab his attention.

Seokmin looks down at you, blotting away his tears with a sheepish smile. You reach over and take hold of his arm, hugging it tight before turning back to the screen.

[momhwa-agenda]

[3:30PM] Seokmin

You giggle in between moans, enjoying the sensation of Seokmin's large nose pressing against your clit. You think of pushing his face further to deepen his tongue in your core while grinding against his nose, but you remember Seokmin strictly prohibited you from using your hands for now. 

If you as much as laid your hands on him at any moment, he warned you that he wouldn't let you come at all. Your boyfriend showing dominance was undeniably a turn-on, but you always struggled to keep your hands to yourself. You'd beg --- after all Seokmin smirked when you begged him for something in bed once --- but you were too scared of not being able to come. 

And then you felt his hands grab at your sides, giving you exactly what you craved, you were on the verge of tears. The pleasure ran deep and intense, especially as you heard the sounds of Seokmin slurping down your juices. "S-Seok…" you moaned, trying to tell him that you were close. This only made him devour your sex profusely. It's as if the air was sucked out of your lungs, vision turning white. meanwhile Seokmin was taking in all your juices from your climax whilst grinding your body to his face, not wanting to waste a drop.

･:*.⋆❀⋆.*:･

Taglist: @daisyvisions @midnightfantasiez @kitschun @snowflakewhispers

[p8rasite]

“ LULLABIES. ”

*   ──   ‘ 0.57k words : comfort : lee seokmin x gn! reader : letting go . ’  

“sunshine? oh, there you are!”

you glance at his reflection for a second before returning to your routine. seokmin steps into the bathroom and embraces you, his chin resting upon your shoulder. you feel his breath tickle your skin as he kisses your jaw. right as he angles your face to kiss your lips, you push his hand away.

he pulls his body back, hands loosely sat upon your waist. although he tries to read your emotions, he can't figure it out. “did i do something wrong?”

“no, i just got lost in my thoughts.”

seokmin makes a sound of understanding, then wraps his arms around you again. this time, you know he's slipped his hands under your shirt when you feel his cold fingertips draw on your skin absentmindedly. the rest of your routine runs smoothly, and you leave your bathroom with him still attached to you.

he lets go to let you lie down on your bed before hurrying to occupy the other half, his side. your lips curve into a small smile as you watch him plump up the pillows before resting his head upon them. he has a little debate on whether he should keep his feet out of the duvet or not, only to leave one out. almost content with his position, he turns on his side to face you, then closes his eyes.

“minnie?” you whisper.

he curiously peeks with one eye. “yes, sunshine?”

“if you're not too tired.. could you sing the song, please?”

“hm, you haven't requested that one for a while now.” seokmin thinks aloud, eyes now open and focused on you. if you didn't ground yourself, you would have fallen into those cerulean oceans. “if that's want you want, then alright.”

you instinctively shuffle closer to him, afraid to miss a single link of his woven melody. he grins, amused by your resemblance to a drowsy child who's about to hear their favorite bedtime story, but says nothing further. instead, he runs through the instrumental in his head a couple of times, then the words come back to him.

“you are my sunshine, my only sunshine; you make me happy when skies are grey~”

the feeling is warm.. it's familiar. it evokes you to close your eyes, let yourself relax after everything you've been through. you've been holding loads of weight for so long, it's about time that you drop them and wipe your hands off. the tears that have longed to fall now do so freely, cascading down your face like thin streams.

“you'll never know dear, how much i love you.. please don't take my sunshine away~”

his cold hands caress your cheeks, lips pressed firmly upon your temple. “it's okay, sunshine. all will be alright in time.”

speaking is too much, so you settle with a hum. with one good night, he retracts himself and closes his eyes. once the faint whir fills your ears, you reach out to gently touch his face. you've already traced his features several times before, but you just have to do it one last time.

gently, the pads of your fingers draw a line across his jaw and down his neck, until your palm sits upon where his heart should be. the vibrations of his machinery seeps into your skin, its speed slowly decreasing, then comes to a standstill.

“thank you for your service, dokyeom.”

*   ──   ‘ all rights reserved © p8rasite . ’  

[the-boy-meets-evil]

take my hands (we can fall together) | lee chan | pt 3

(where you and chan are friends, but he's your brother's best friend. and you've always been just a little out of reach. until one season changes everything.) pairing: brother's best friend!chan (dino) x f!reader genre: friends to ??, pining, slow burn | fluff, angst, smut rating: explicit warnings/notes: mentions of unhealthy relationships (reader x boyfriend), mentions of food, mentions of drinking/alcohol, friendsgiving, chan is having a crisis, explicit smut in this part, kissing, body appreciation, fingering (f. receiving), oral sex (f. receiving), face sitting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, protected sex (p in v), aftercare, chan is a tease, chan calls reader baby one time, i think that's it but let me know if it's not word count: ~9.2k (full fic is roughly 23.5k) notes on the characters: anyone used as a background character is meant to be an OC, i'm just lazy with coming up with names a/n: SHE'S DONE! i cannot believe that (not me sticking to a timeline). huge thanks to @svthub for hosting this fall collab. check out the full list of fics here. make sure you go back and read parts 1 & 2 for context. this is the last one 😭 (unless i return for a drabble/timestamp). also thank you to my bby indi for creating an amazing banner @classicscreations.

tagging: @christinewithluv @aaniag @dejavernon @tbzhub @bitchlessdino @seungkwansphd

part 2 | masterlist

Even though he feels a bit weird about it, Chan makes good on his promise to Carla and they reschedule. Instead of going out to a too-loud bar, Chan suggests a favorite restaurant of his. Some place with good food and a better atmosphere. The perfect place to try and get to know his date on a real level. Not only is she beautiful and genuinely interested in him, she’s kind, easy to talk to, and surprisingly funny. The perfect person to finally move onto a healthier, strictly friendly relationship with you.

Everything about the date goes even more smoothly than he expects. Despite how open she is while texting, Chan’s surprised to find how engaged she is in person. It’s like nothing and nobody else exists apart from the two of them. She talks openly about liking him, too, because she says she doesn’t see the point of dancing around things, playing some kind of game. Life is too short not to tell someone how she feels. There’s a warmth in hearing that, like something dormant being awoken. It’s not like his other feelings completely disappear, but it’s nice to have that kind of connection.

At the end of the date, they walk out together and Chan grabs her hand without thinking twice about it. She stops him just outside the restaurant to pull him towards her for a kiss. Maybe it doesn’t make him see stars or anything insane like in the movies, but it’s nice. Her lips are soft against his and seem to just kiss away any worries. It really has been the best date he’s been on in a long time. So much so that he considers coming up for a drink when Carla invites him. There’s just a little something in the back of his mind holding him back and so he politely declines. He reasons it away that he’s got Friendsgiving the next day. It’s been a great date, but he’s definitely not ready to bring Carla to meet his friends. It’s only been one actual date. Even if they have been texting a lot.

Chan is up a little early the next day because he needs to run to the store to get some drinks before making his way to Seokmin’s house. That’s been their go-to place for bigger gatherings like this since he bought it because it’s got the most space. Last he heard, there were fifteen people coming for Friendsgiving. He’s also got to pick up Jay and Vernon on the way there so there aren’t too many cars. Jay should’ve been helping him pick up drinks. But, no. He crashed at Vernon’s. Which isn’t entirely surprising since Vernon’s new game is at the beta-testing stage and Jay’s always been the number one tester. It’s more than mildly concerning to see his two friends smirking when they get in the car, though.

“What?” Chan prompts.

“How was your date last night?” Vernon asks.

“Yeah, are we going to have to set an extra place at the table?” Jay adds on. 

“What are you talking about?” Chan questions.

“You went on a date last night, right?” Jay presses. 

“You know I did,” Chan confirms. “We live together.”

“And you took her to that restaurant we love,” Jay carries on.

“Yeah,” Chan says slowly, drawing the word out.

“Oh, cut him some slack. I guess you were so caught up in the date that you entirely missed that some of our friends were there too,” Vernon says and laughs at Chan’s face. “Yeah Jiyeon texted me laughing about how she tried to get your attention and you didn’t even notice.”

“Oh shit, I’ll have to apologize to her,” Chan says. 

“She was with Mina, Lisa, and my sister too,” Jay adds on. 

“They were all there?” Chan worries. 

“Yeah, I think it was my sister’s idea. A little bit of a girl’s night for whoever was free,” Jay says. “Rude of them not to invite us. But clearly you were busy.”

“So are we going to be seeing her today?” Vernon asks. 

“It was one date,” Chan deflects.

“One date that you kissed and then left with,” Jay adds on. Chan whips his head over to look at his best friend.

“Sorry, Ji had a lot to say about it. You know how she is,” Vernon shrugs. “And Jay wasn’t sharing the game so I had a lot of time to text her.”

“Great,” Chan says. 

“Hey, that’s a compliment! I stayed up playing a game and crashed on a couch, for you,” Jay complains.

The two of them carry on bickering while Chan’s head is a million miles away. Not exactly what he’s prepared for or expecting walking into Seokmin’s house. At least he knows ahead of time. For all the times Jay’s a pain in the ass, which is basically any time he’s breathing, he’s a loyal friend. He might be ribbing Chan for being so oblivious now, but he’s also giving him time to prepare before he walks in because Jiyeon is going to give it way worse. So, Chan takes the rest of the drive to figure out how he’s going to say. 

It’s hard, though, because entirely too much of his brain focuses on the fact that you were there, too. Something Jay kind of glosses over, probably trying to take the focus off. He’s never called Chan on it, but he’s known how his friend feels for a long time. You were there and you saw his whole date. Saw the way he was caught up. Saw the way he left with Carla. Saw the kiss. Saw everything. Because you were with Jiyeon and she would have been doing a live commentary. That’s just who she is. Not in a malicious way, she just hates being ignored. It’s stupid to be caught up on what you thought. He’s moving on. That’s what the date with Carla was supposed to do and he knows he can’t just live in this perpetual state of caring about you. Not when you’re in the middle of putting your heart back together. Not when you haven’t shown any interest. Not when you straight up said Chan was just a friend. 

He’s barely through the door before Jiyeon is harassing him. “So, what, you go on a date with someone you barely know and you just forget we’ve been friends for literal years?”

“Easy, Ji, I didn’t see you,” Chan repeats. 

“Well obviously,” she retorts.

“Did you call my name? Or send me a text to be like hey, over here?” Chan fires back. Fighting fire with fire is the only thing she responds to.

“No, you were too wrapped up in your little date,” Jiyeon answers like it’s obvious.

“Maybe you didn’t really want to get my attention. Maybe you just wanted to bitch today. Maybe you woke up and chose violence,” Chan says, earning an immediate eye roll. 

“Did you just call me a bitch?” Jiyeon asks with faux outrage.

“I said you wanted to bitch, I’d never call you a bitch,” he answers anyway.

“Well, where is she then?” Jiyeon asks as she makes a show of looking behind Chan.

“Carla? She’s not here. Obviously,” Chan says.

“Oooooh do you like her enough to use her name? Not just the girl you’re dating?” Jiyeon teases. 

“I hate you,” Chan utters without any bite.

“I know,” she sing-songs.

Almost involuntarily, Chan’s eyes find their way to you, looking for some kind of reaction to the whole scene. But, you’re sitting with Seokmin, like you aren’t paying attention at all. Like maybe you don’t even care. Which is good, right? Chan wanted you to leave Seungsik so that you could be happy and heal, not so that he could have a chance. Which is exactly what happened. It should be a good thing, seeing you happy. It’s just that he can’t help but feel like you don’t seem as happy as you did the day after leaving Seungsik at his aunt’s house. 

It starts as Chan thinking he’s overreacting. Throughout dinner, it becomes crystal clear that something is off. You stick close to Seokmin and Lisa, don’t even really mingle with people in the same way you do any other time everyone is together. Even with the friends you don’t get to see as often. There’s something a little dull about you, like the dimmer switch isn’t all the way on. And Chan never sees you without a drink in your hand, which is a little odd, too. Almost everyone drinks too much at Friendsgiving and then naps or sobers up before leaving. Drinking is normal. This isn’t that, though. 

The thing that hurts Chan the most is that you hardly speak to him at all. Several times, he tries to start a conversation, only to have you give short answers before excusing yourself to do something else. Or talk to someone else. Or be anywhere that Chan isn’t. That hurts on a much deeper level than any feelings he has or had for you. Over the past two months, it’s felt like you were coming to depend on him more as a genuine friend. Someone that you could turn to or be vulnerable around. More than just another person in a decent sized friend group or your younger brother’s best friend. There were even times when he wondered if he was in your inner circle. Things definitely shifted. But, whatever it was seems to have been short lived. The two of you are further apart than where you started. 

It’s not until Chan is back home at his apartment, leftovers from the meal tucked away in his fridge, and getting ready for bed that he gets answers. He’s not tired and he doesn’t want to go to sleep. All he wants is to get comfortable and watch something mindless. Jay seems to sense that something’s off and doesn’t even give him a hard time. Just lets him go off into his room and shut the door. His phone dinging catches his attention, though. 

You: today ws wierd and i hted it You: i mis m y channie 

The text catches him off guard for a lot of reasons. The first is that you’re clearly a little drunk, or maybe a little buzzed. You’re not usually such a sloppy texter. But, the much bigger reason is that you called him your Channie. You’ve called him Channie but never yours before. 

Chan: are you drunk? Chan: are you okay? You: ‘m fine You: not drunk Chan: are you home? You: no stayed at seoks Chan: good i’m glad You: do you like me

Chan stares at that message for a good minute like the words will somehow change. Does he like you? Are you asking as a friend or something more? Can he really try to get over you when you’re texting him like this?

Chan: course i do, we’re friends You: that’s not what i mean

Of all the ways the night could have gone, this was not one Chan considered. Things were definitely weird during Friendsgiving. He’s not sure how many people noticed. Jay definitely had, if him giving Chan space when they got home is any indicator. Seokmin probably noticed too, since you’re currently staying there. Before he can answer your text, his phone is going off with an incoming FaceTime. He answers without thinking.

“You answered,” you say like it’s some kind of surprise.

“Of course I did,” Chan breathes out. “What’s wrong?” 

“Do you like me, Chan?” you repeat. It’s so different watching you say it than seeing it typed. He’s trying not to focus on you sitting in bed just like he is. 

“I told you…” Chan starts and you’re shaking your head. 

“I know we’re friends, but do friends do everything you’ve done for me? Do friends go on train rides and apple picking and photoshoots and to pumpkin patches? Do friends spend an entire party not even bothering to talk to anyone else? Do friends support each other the way you’ve supported me?” You’re rambling, Definitely a little drunker than you want to admit, especially with some of your words slurring together.

“I don’t know,” Chan admits. 

You turn back and look straight into the camera. “Why didn’t you even see me last night, Chan?” 

“Well, I guess I was just…” Chan starts.

“What? Distracted? So distracted by your date that you didn’t even see me?” you ask. His heart breaks for how hurt you look. That’s the last thing he wants. 

“I’d already kinda blown her off once, over you, kind of,” Chan admits. Too honest.

“Over me?” you ask. Your eyes are wide like it’s not what you were expecting.

“I was, well I was with her when I saw Seungsik,” Chan says. “I made an excuse and left, but said I’d see her again another time.”

“Oh,” is all you say.

“Yeah, so I didn’t really want to do that to her again. She doesn’t deserve that,” Chan says quietly. 

“What about what I deserve?” you wonder.

“You know I think you deserve the entire world,” Chan insists. 

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth like you’re at war with yourself over something. “Do you think you could love her?” 

Before Chan can answer, he hears a door open and watches you turn to the side. Somewhere in the room, he hears Seokmin.

“I thought we said no drunk texting or calling or anything?” Seokmin reminds you, sounding very sober. 

“I thought you meant Seungsik,” you shrug, unashamed. Seokmin comes into the frame and sees Chan.

“Oh, hey, Chan,” Seokmin says, smile not quite as bright as Chan is used to. It’s clear that Seokmin didn’t just mean your ex.

“Hey, Seok,” Chan answers.

“I’m gonna take this and put her to bed,” Seokmin says.

“Good idea,” Chan agrees. 

Seokmin turns the camera to you. “Say goodnight to Chan.”

“Night Channie,” you call out.

“Night,” Chan answers. 

“Goodnight, Chan,” Seokmin says.

“Wait,” Chan says and watches as Seokmin’s face turns to him. “Delete the last few texts in our thread. That’s probably a better conversation to have when we’re both sober.”

Seokmin’s face relaxes and he nods, like he understands more than Chan does at the moment. Maybe he does. The entire conversation is weird and it’s leaving Chan with way more questions than answers. Why are you so curious about his feelings now? Why do his feelings for Carla matter to you? Why are you drinking like that? Did something happen with Seungsik? Are you finally processing and this is part of the grief? Why does it hurt to feel like an outsider to it all again?

The next time Chan sees you, there’s no mention of the brief FaceTime call or the texts. Things with you are somewhere between the total comfort of the party at his aunt’s house and how you were before all the Fall activities. It’s this weird limbo that he doesn’t really know how to process. It seems like nobody else really knows how to process it, either, and unfortunately, some of them are picking up on it. 

Then, there’s the issue of Carla. She hasn’t done anything wrong, but Chan also isn’t sure how he feels. On one hand, he really does think it’s best to just move on from his feelings for you because it’s all just been too much. On the other hand, it feels dishonest to keep going out with Carla when his head isn’t totally in it. But, she really is kind and she seems to understand some of his hesitation and even suggests that they do something a little more lowkey, like lunch during the work day, and that seems fine, right? Everyone has to eat lunch.

Wrong. 

Well, not about the lunch part. She picks a place that’s close by where they work, since they don’t work far apart, and Chan appreciates the slightly longer lunch. It’s a welcome break in his day and the perfect way to end the week. Carla is sweet, doesn’t push him to talk about anything he’s not ready to, though she can obviously tell there’s something. There’s a subtlety to the way she lets him know that he can talk to her about anything, no matter how awkward. And a grace when he says that he’s just not ready. She keeps all the conversation light, easy. There’s even something about it that feels a little more friendly than like a date. It’s really just an incredibly pleasant lunch.

And then comes the text. The text from you. Why on Earth did you need to send Chan a text saying you heard he went on a lunch date with the same girl from the other day? Why did you need to say that you hoped he had a good time? Why did it matter if he was spending time with someone else? It’s just kind of confusing because you’re definitely friends, but not the kind of friends that text like this. Not when it’s the first text you’ve sent to Chan since the ones he asked Seokmin to delete for you. 

So he doesn’t answer, doesn’t really know what to say. Instead he tries to make plans with Vernon to go for drinks after work. But, Vernon has other plans and Chan settles on just asking Jay. Although Jay is truly his best friend, he’s not Chan’s first choice when it’s you on his mind. Chan’s feelings for you, whatever they are, aren’t a secret to Jay, even if they’ve never talked about them. If he’s going drinking now, though, it might be too hard to keep avoiding talking about whatever he’s thinking. 

It seems initially like Jay might let Chan get away with just wanting to drink. They talk about work, about the holidays coming up, about upcoming plans. Jay mentions the big family Thanksgiving, which they’ll both be at. Chan talks about how he already feels behind on holiday shopping. They both talk about how crazy it is that Vernon’s so close to finishing one of his games. It’s just normal roommate shit. Much like lunch with Carla, everything is light and unserious. At least through the first drink. Everything changes when the bartender sets the second drink down in front of them. 

“We’ve gotta talk about it, man,” Jay finally says. 

“Talk about what?” Chan feigns ignorance.

“Whatever your feelings for my sister are,” Jay presses on, unwilling to let his best friend continue to ignore a problem. 

“Is this where you tell me that she’s fresh out of a relationship and give me some sort of speech about protecting her?” Chan asks.

“No,” Jay says simply. “She’s an adult and I’d never tell her who to date as long as she’s happy. Besides, you’re friends with her too.” 

“I really don’t know if we’re friends right now, things are weird,” Chan admits.

“Yeah, I can tell,” Jay says with a bit of a snort. 

“I went out to lunch with Carla today and then I got a text from her saying she’d heard about my lunch and hoped it was good. What am I supposed to do with that?” Chan asks, louder than he meant to.

“I don’t know,” Jay admits. “I don’t think she knows, to be honest.” 

“What do you mean?” Chan asks.

“Well, I’ll admit that I told her that you went to lunch with Carla because she’s been really weird about you since she broke it off with Seungsik. Probably before that, honestly, but it’s definitely been weird since then. I know she went to your aunt’s house the day after you told her and she confronted that asshole,” Jay says.

“Yeah, my aunt was thrilled,” Chan remembers.

“So was my sister, she said it’s one of the best times she’s had in awhile,” Jay shares.

“What did she say to you when you told her I was out to lunch?” Chan wonders.

“She just said oh good for him,” Jay says, “which I assumed meant she didn’t want me to know what she was thinking so I wouldn’t have to lie to you. I figured she was going to text you, too. Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine,” Chan brushes off. 

“Do you like her? Like actually like her?” Jay asks. 

“I don’t…I’m not sure, honestly,” Chan admits. 

“You were sure, though,” Jay presses. “I could see it in the way you looked at her. I remember thinking anyone would be lucky to have someone look at them that way.” 

“Yeah, I guess I wasn’t that subtle to anyone but her,” Chan jokes. 

“I think even she stopped being oblivious,” Jay laughs. “So what changed?” 

“I don’t know,” Chan shares. “I guess, I don’t know, it just felt like it’s been all this time and I was doing all these things with her when Seungsik didn’t want to. And I had this moment where I thought I could do things like that with her the rest of my life and be happy. But, then we were talking about him after I saw him out and she said something about how he always thought I liked her but she brushed it off. So I just kinda realized I needed to move on.” 

“Can you do that if she never knew for sure how you felt?” Jay asks. “Is it fair to either of you?”

“Is it fair to her when she’s only just gotten out of a relationship?” Chan challenges. 

“Like I said, Chan, she’s an adult. Just telling her that you have feelings for her isn’t the same as expecting her to jump right into something new,” Jay reasons. “If you love her, like I think you do, then she deserves to know that she isn’t crazy. Even if nothing happens. The only way to move forward is by being honest.”

“Love her…wait, why would she think she’s crazy?” Chan worries. 

“Because you’ve been weird too, bro. It isn’t just her,” Jay laughs. “She is going to absolutely kill me for this, but she remembers texting you and then FaceTiming you after Friendsgiving. She knows you asked Seokmin to delete the chat and dodged her question about how you felt. So, I think she thinks that she imagined you liking her.” 

“Shit,” Chan breathes out. “I was just trying to do what I thought was best.”

“I know that, but I’m not sure she does,” Jay shares. 

“Fuck it, I need shots,” Chan declares. 

He’s definitely not sober when he shows up at your apartment a few hours later. Despite Jay’s insistence that they eat something, he’s still very buzzed, bordering on the world having some blurry edges. Although Jay insisted this could wait until tomorrow, he’s still here at your doorstep. Doesn’t even look back at the Uber after he gets out. His fingers dance over the keypad to the building on autopilot because he’s been there enough times before. There’s no thought about if you’re home or what time it is. No thoughts about if you have company. All he can think is that he’s sick of this weird limbo. 

You answer the door with your hair piled on top of your head, oversized t-shirt hanging off your frame, and a look of complete surprise on your face. Whatever you see on Chan’s face makes you step aside and let him in without a word. It’s not until he feels the couch dip as you sit next to him that he really meets your eyes.

“What are you doing here, Chan?” you ask. 

“I’m sorry,” Chan whispers.

“For what?” you prompt.

“For so many things,” Chan answers. “For Seungsik, for not being a better friend, for not seeing you that night at the restaurant, for telling Seokmin to delete your texts, for not giving you a straight answer, for going on dates with someone. But mostly for falling for you when it’s the worst possible timing.”

“You’re drunk,” you say after a moment.

“A little, maybe, but that doesn’t make any of it less true,” Chan argues. 

“I want to hear all of this from you in the morning, when you’re sober,” you say. 

“Please, I don’t know if…” Chan starts.

“Come on, Channie, let’s get you to bed and we can talk in the morning,” you say. 

You stand and reach a hand to him. He’s not sure if it’s the thought behind the gesture or hearing you say Channie, but he takes your hand without questioning it. Before he knows it, he’s tucked into bed and his eyes are closing. It may be the most comfortable bed he’s ever slept in. 

The next morning, sun through the cracks in the blinds wakes Chan up and it takes him more than a moment to remember where he is. It’s only when he looks around and sees your familiar decorations everywhere that it dawns on him. Not only is he in your apartment, he’s in your bedroom. He slept in your bed last night. Somehow that realization has him feeling even worse than the slight hangover. Since life is really unfair, you walk in a minute later, looking far better than anyone should in the morning. You hand over a cup of coffee. Fighting his embarrassment, Chan sits up so he can accept it and take a sip. Of course it’s perfect. It feels like the reverse of the morning after the Halloween party.

“How are you feeling?” you ask.

“Terrible,” Chan admits ambiguously. 

“Yeah, well, that’s what you get for drinking so much. Jay said he wasn’t sure where you were putting it,” you chuckle out. You pick up your own coffee mug to take a sip.

“When did you talk to Jay?” Chan wonders.

“He was blowing up your phone and I don’t know your password so I figured he was worried about you. I texted him to say you were here and passed out and you’d text him today,” you answer. “He didn’t seem concerned once I said you were here.” 

“Yeah, well it’s not really the hangover that’s making me feel terrible,” Chan mumbles and you raise an eyebrow at him. 

“I hope I’m not making you feel terrible,” you throw out.

“No, I’m just embarrassed, really,” Chan says. 

“You don’t need to be,” you assure him, voice gentle. 

“I am so sorry for telling Seokmin to delete those messages, I thought it was the right thing to do,” Chan begins. 

“It’s fine. I’m not surprised my darling brother told you about that, though,” you say. 

“It’s not fine. I just, I don’t know, I didn’t really know what was going on and it felt a little overwhelming,” Chan says. 

“Yeah I can see that. To be fair, I’m not really sure what I was even trying to accomplish that night,” you say quietly.

“Can I try to say the things I wanted to say last night?” Chan asks. “Jay actually helped me realize some things.”

“He’s got his moments,” you laugh. “And yeah, I think I’d like to hear what you wanted to say, now that it’s morning and you’re sober.” 

“I could repeat what I said, but it really comes down to this. I like you. A lot, way more than I should and I know that it’s, like, the worst timing in the world because of Seungsik and the break up,” Chan rushes out. “I know it’s probably not fair to you to tell you now, but Jay also pointed out that I can’t really try to move on when I haven’t told you how I feel. I just, I got kinda freaked out to tell you when you said the thing about your ex thinking I liked you, but you brushing it off.” 

“Chan,” you try to interrupt.

“And, fuck, I was trying so hard to date someone and get my mind off you that I didn’t even think about it,” Chan carries on. “But the reality is that all the things we did all season long have been some of the best times of my life. I’m sorry, I know that I’m rambling.”

“Can I speak now?” you ask and Chan’s cheeks burn red. 

“Sorry,” Chan whispers.

“I like you, too,” you admit. “I’m not really sure when it happened. Maybe somewhere along the way of you just constantly being there.”

“Yeah, we’ve spent a lot of time together the last like two months,” Chan agrees. “Wait, did you say you like me, too?”

“I did and, like, we have definitely spent a lot of time together doing all the things I love to do, which maybe helped me realize, but I think it’s been there a lot longer. All this did was make me realize how you’ve been there for me for years and I didn’t see that it was more than just a friendly thing,” you say. “You probably don’t remember but back in college, that idiot broke my heart and you and Jay spent the whole weekend cheering me up. I get why Jay did it, he’s my brother, but you didn’t have to.”

“Of course I remember, that’s when I realized I had a crush on you,” Chan says softly. 

“Chan, that was like 6 years ago,” you say, nearly choking. 

“Pushing seven,” Chan admits.

“You’ve liked me all that time and I didn’t realize?” you wonder.

“Maybe not all that time, it’s not like I haven’t dated,” Chan points out. 

“Oh yes, because you’ve dated such winners,” you scoff. 

“Are you, were you jealous?” Chan teases. “You started acting weird when I went on the date with Carla and didn’t notice you or our friends.”

“I wasn’t acting weird,” you protest. 

“Yes you were, even Jay said so,” Chan counters.

“Oh whatever, you’ve liked me for seven years,” you tease with a roll of your eyes. 

“And you’ve probably liked me just as long but you’re stubborn,” Chan says.

He’s not sure where the confidence comes from now, but hearing that you like him too just makes it feel lighter. Even though there’s no telling what happens from here, it feels good to have it all out in the open. You’ve both abandoned your coffees at this point and are just sitting on the bed like it’s the most natural thing in the world. 

“I am not stubborn,” you protest. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, I must be thinking of someone else,” Chan teases. 

“Must be,” you agree.

“Hey,” Chan says, more serious. “I don’t know what happens next and I know you just got out of a relationship, so there’s no pressure or…”

Chan can’t finish what he’s saying when you press your lips to his. It takes him several seconds to get over the shock, though. It doesn’t matter that you admitted to liking him, too. That’s still a big step to go from that to kissing. You’re pulling away when his brain finally connects and he kisses you back. Makes him pull you back into him so that he doesn’t miss another second of the way your lips feel against his. Makes him dig his fingers into your hips when he pulls you on top of him. You pull away to gasp and catch your breath. Let yourself get situated with a knee pressed into the mattress on either side of him. All you can do is just look at him, pupils a little blown and chest rising with each breath. Loosening his grip on you, he looks down and watches his hands slide over your thighs and back up to your hips. When he looks back at you, he finds you’re watching the movement. 

“You don’t have to be so careful, Chan, I’m not that fragile,” you utter.

“I know you’re not,” he confirms. “But, are you sure?”

“About this?” you ask and he nods. “The most sure I’ve been about anything in a long time.”

He’s about to ask you again but you just shake your head before leaning in to kiss him. You’re giving him confirmation and permission all at once. Confirmation that you want this and permission to not treat you so gently. It’s all he needs to start running his hands up across your hips and then under your shirt and up your back. Your hands move from the sides of his face to fling your arms around his neck when he presses you tighter against his body. Kissing you isn’t anything like he imagined. It’s not soft and tender. It’s a little desperate and needy, but still completely full of affection. As if testing what you said about not needing to be careful, he nips at your lower lip. The light moan shoots straight to his dick and his hands travel back down your back to your hips. Gripping you tight but also making you slightly rock against him. 

It’s not enough contact, though. Now that he’s got you like this, he just wants more. It’s almost too much when he pulls your t-shirt off and he realizes you aren’t wearing a bra. Maybe this was in your plan all along. Chan pulls back and plants a light kiss on your lips, currently pouting and a little puffy from the kisses. When he kisses across your jaw and down to your neck, you arch into it. He wants to savor this, to take his time taking you apart. Wants to coax every noise out of you. Wants to be the reason you’re completely ruined. Doesn’t know that he’s already well on the way there. 

He kisses across the top of your chest, from one collarbone to the other and you let out a small please. Probably that you need more. That’s definitely going to take time, though. When he places a feather light kiss between your breasts, you whimper again, rock your hips forward over him again. It’s everything he can do to not get too turned on too fast. It doesn’t matter if you have a million more times after this. This is the first time and he wants to savor it. Slowly, he moves his lips over to one of your breasts, flicks his tongue across your nipple a couple of times. Nips a mark into your sensitive skin and laves his tongue over to soothe the sting. Your hands are tangled in the ends of his hair that’s longer than you remember it being before. Even if you won’t admit it, he can tell you like it by the way your hands keep finding it. 

As he kisses his way back up to your lips, he moves you a little further back on his lap. Misses the confusion cross your face. But, he’s got a plan. Once he’s kissing you again, one hand slides down your inner thigh and plays with the edge of your shorts. You squirm when you realize just what he’s doing. He can’t fight the groan when he realizes you don’t have any underwear on under your shorts, either. Jesus. He has to pull back for a steadying breath. This is about you and making you feel good. He can’t get too turned on too fast. His lips find yours again and his thumb runs along your slit, inside your shorts. Collects the wetness already between your legs. You try to pull away from the kiss to moan and he uses his free hand to anchor you to him. Lightly, he spreads your lips apart so that his thumb can brush over your clit. That’s when he finally let’s you pull back. 

“Fuck,” you utter immediately.

“Is this still okay?” Chan whispers against your skin before kissing the spot just below your ear. 

“Yes,” you hiss out as his thumb continues to caress your clit. 

“You can stop it if you want,” he tells you. 

“I will kill you if you stop,” you threaten, lust heavy in your tone. 

“Wouldn’t want that now, would we?” he teases.

“Stop being such a - fuck,” you gasp out when Chan slides a finger inside you. 

“Such a what?” he prompts. 

“A tease,” you finish. “Please, Channie, you’re moving so slow.” 

Instead of answering right away, he leans in to kiss you again. Captures your moans, but doesn’t increase the slow, almost lazy speed that his finger enters you. “You in a hurry?” 

“No,” you whine, “but I need more. Please. Please just give me a little more.”

The way words fall out of your mouth, begging him to carry on, makes his dick twitch. He’s thankful you don’t seem to notice because he likes having the control like this. Likes watching you squirm on top of him and knowing it’s all for him. Gives you at least a little of what you want when he slides a second finger in. Doesn’t tell you that it’s still just warming you up for something more. Something he’s been thinking about for weeks. 

“I want to feel you, please,” you beg when Chan pulls his lips away from yours again. 

“Not yet,” he tells you.

“Why?” you whine out.

“I want to taste you first,” Chan says, fingers stilled inside of you, but thumb still lightly circling your clit. 

“Can’t we just…” you start.

“Are you gonna make me beg, baby?” Chan wonders. Your eyes widen at that, both out of surprise and desire. “I will, I have all the time in the world.” 

“N-no, you don’t need to,” you stutter out. “How do you…”

“I want you to sit on my face,” he says simply.

“What?” you nearly gasp.

“I want you to sit on my face,” he repeats. “Just straddle my face and let me show you how good I can be for you.” 

“I’ve, um, well I’ve never…” you start, turning a little shy. 

Chan takes his free hand and tilts your chin up, so gentle that he doesn’t realize the act almost breaks you. “Never had someone eat you out like that?” 

You shake your head. “I, um, haven’t actually been eaten out much.” 

“Can I admit something too, then?” he asks, wanting to make you comfortable. You nod. “I’ve been thinking about what it would feel like to be under you since you got on my shoulders at the orchard and your thighs squeezed my face.”

It’s clear that’s not what you’re expecting. It’s something so honest that it’s all you can focus on. Where Chan would usually feel too exposed, he only feels comfortable with you. Like he can expose everything about him and he’ll still be safe with you. He wants you to feel that too. Doesn’t realize that you’ve never had someone take their time with you like this. 

“Well it was kinda hot, the way you picked me up like that,” you finally admit. 

“So trust me again, I won’t let you fall,” he urges. 

You mumble something under your breath that sounds suspiciously like too late. He’s trying not to focus too much on that, too much on what happens after this. All he wants is this moment to last forever. To be able to show you just how much he cares for you.

“So how do we…” you start.

“Here, get up for a second,” he directs you, gently moving you off his lap. 

In one quick motion, he pulls his shirt off and watches the way your eyes drink him in. His muscles contract as you reach out to run a hand along his stomach. Doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath and waiting for your verdict.

“Fuck me, you’re hot. I’ve seen you swimming, have you always looked like this?” you say, sounding annoyed and making him laugh. 

“Let’s get you out of these,” Chan says instead of answering and helps you pull off your shorts. 

He leans back and makes sure that he’s comfortable. Then, he directs you to straddle his face. Urges you to trust him, Promises you that you’re not going to hurt him. Reminds you that this is about you, but it’s about him, too. He’s wondered what it would feel like to have your thighs boxing his head in. To be so caught up in you. Just as you’re about to protest, he licks a strip up your core and you gasp. He continues to run his tongue up your entrance, sliding his tongue deeper into you as he goes. You start to squirm almost immediately and he reaches up to anchor your legs on either side of his head. 

It’s honestly far better than Chan was imagining. The noises coming from you were only encouraging him to keep going. Not that he really needed any encouragement. He could drown between your legs and be the happiest he’d ever been. It was unthinkable that nobody wanted to take care of you like this before. Your arousal coated his tongue as he pressed it deeper inside you between his licks. His nose bumped against your clit and he had to grip you harder again to keep you from arching off his mouth. As if sensing that he needed you closer, you leaned forward, gripping onto the headboard. He squeezed your legs and fucked his tongue faster into your pussy. 

“Chan, fuck, oh my god, your tongue, I just - fuck,” you curse out. 

He’s good with his tongue, he knows that. Knows he’s good at a lot of things. This is different, though. Every noise sounds so much better, every body spasm is that much more rewarding, every curse sounds perfect. It’s not until your body starts quivering hard that he realizes he’s never wanted to make someone come on his tongue more than this. You must be close because you start to get more incoherent, start to try and pull yourself off him. Instead, Chan holds onto you harder.

“Please, I’m gonna come,” you whine. 

Chan pulls away from your pussy just long enough to utter a single phrase. “Then, come for me.” 

And then he’s back to burying his tongue inside you, licking faster, reaching a hand around your leg to circle your clit with his thumb again. It’s nothing but a string of curses that you utter. Clench your walls around his tongue. There’s nothing hotter than how fully you trust him as you let go, coming on his face. He times the strokes of his tongue to guide you through the high before helping you off of his face so that you can lie back on the bed and catch your breath. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, fully aware that he hasn’t gotten it all, and repositions to lay next to you on his side. Your eyes are closed and he can’t help but brush a piece of stray hair off your face. The tenderness at odds with the previous moments. 

“Whoa,” you finally say when you open your eyes to look at him. 

“Yeah,” he agrees.

“That was…fuck, that was good,” you admit. “I don’t want to give you a big head or anything but damn.” 

“It’s a bit late for that,” Chan jokes. “I could feel how much you enjoyed it.”

You swat at him. “Fuck off.” 

He catches your hand and presses a light kiss to your knuckles. “Not before I fuck you.”

The contrast between the kiss and the statement nearly gives you whiplash. It’s plain on your face that you’re wondering where this version of him came from. 

“Unless you changed your mind or you’re too tired,” he offers. “I just remember you saying you wanted to feel me.”

“Oh no, I definitely still want that. I seem to remember you promising to show me how good you could be for me,” you say, regaining the confidence. 

“My pleasure,” he says and gets up from the bed. 

You’re about to ask what he’s doing when he pulls his briefs and shorts down in one motion, dick springing free. There’s a satisfaction to watching the way you take in the sight of him fully naked. He’s confident in his size, definitely confident he can make you feel good, but it’s still nice to see the way your eyes go big. Nice to see the way you swallow while watching his hand move lazy along his shaft. 

“Condoms?” he asks.

“That drawer,” you indicate. 

He reaches in to get one and rips the package with his teeth. He’s watching you as he slides the latex over his dick. Watching for any signs of second thoughts. There aren’t any, but he wants to check anyway.

“You’re still sure?” he asks.

“Yes,” you confirm, meeting his eyes. “And if something changes, I’ll stop you.”

“Good, because I still wanna make you come at least two more times before I do,” he tells you.

You shudder. “You sure you can do that?” 

“Positive,” he says with a smile that’s entirely too confident. 

Except he knows he can deliver. Knows that he can show you just how good he can be. Knows that he can make you feel amazing. He directs you to lay back on the bed and spreads your legs. Instead of sliding right in, he uses a finger to make sure you’re still ready for him. To make sure he’s not rushing it. You squirm against his finger and he can tell you’re getting impatient again. But, he wasn’t kidding. He’s going to take his time with you. 

You’re still so sensitive that he brings you almost to the edge just with his fingers. Delights in the way you arch into him. In the way his name falls from your lips like a prayer. In the way your fingers dig into the sheets at first before you grip one of his arms. Before you leave scratch marks along that same arm. Before you’re begging him just to let you feel him inside of you. It’s enough to finally make him give into your begging. He lines himself up at your entrance and presses his dick in slowly. Much slower than his finger was pumping into you. He wants to let you adjust to the stretch, though. Your hands make their way to his back and your fingers run down his muscles there. Gently at first, like you’re just exploring his body. When your fingers run down his back again, this time scratching along the way, he buries himself in you and pulls back to snap once, quick. The resulting gasp is music to his ears. 

He sets a varying pace. Mixing slow with fast. Shallow pumps with deep ones. Tries to find out just what you like the best and what pulls the best sounds out of you. He leans back so he can throw one of your legs over his shoulder and hit a different angle. That seems to be the one you enjoy the most and it’s only moments before you’re coming undone around him again. He pulls out when you start to clench around him because he’s not sure that he’s strong enough to hold back through that. And he really does want to make you come more before he does. 

It carries on like that, Chan constantly changing your positions, doing more than his fair share of the work, studying every inch of your body. It’s clear that your brain is going a little mushy and that you’re insanely overstimulated. In the end, he makes you come two more times, in addition to the two previous orgasms, before he finally lets go. It’s honestly the best release he’s ever experienced. The best high and the best sex. Everything feels magnified and also like the most natural thing in the world. He finds it’s really easy to figure out the things you like and they seem to line up with things he enjoys as well. 

He lies back on the bed and you curl into him after you take a minute to recover. Actually tuck yourself right into his side and nestle in with his arm underneath your neck. He wouldn’t ever move if he didn’t have to. But, you both definitely need to get cleaned up. 

“Where are you going?” you ask when he starts to move. Your eyes look a little worried. That kind of breaks his heart because why do you look so nervous?

He leans back onto the bed and presses the softest, most gentle kiss he’s ever given anyone on your forehead. “To get a towel to clean up a bit. And I was gonna start a bath for you, I know your tub is crazy nice.”

“A bath actually sounds really amazing,” you admit.

“Just stay here then and let me take care of you,” he insists. 

You nod and lay back onto the bed, closing your eyes and smiling. It makes his heart swell at the level of comfort you seem to feel. He also knows that you and him need to talk, to figure out what’s going on and where this is heading. Knows that he’s already in way deeper than he should be. But, all he focuses on now is cleaning himself up a bit. It’s a little hard to do, so he just hops in the shower to rinse off as quickly as possible. Once he’s done with that, he focuses on getting the bath running for you. 

When he feels like the temperature is right, that the bath bomb has dissolved enough, and that it’s all completely perfect for you, he walks back into the bedroom. He expects to find you asleep. Instead, you’re sitting up with some fresh clothes next to you. 

“I heard you in the shower,” you say and offer him the clothes when you get up. You wince just slightly. 

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly. 

“I’m not,” you disagree. Chan helps you to the bathtub and helps you in. He blushes a little when you return the favor and kiss him softly on the lips. He turns around when your voice stops him. “Where are you going?”

“I was going to let you enjoy the bath,” he answers.

“I’d like it better if you stayed here,” you admit and his heart feels like it really will explode. 

“Let me just put on some clothes,” he requests.

“You could also just get in with me,” you offer. “Not in a sexual way, just in a closeness way.”

How can he argue with that, really? Your tub is plenty big enough, a sticking point for you even if the rest of the apartment was on the smaller size. The main bathroom was massive, comparatively. So he gets in carefully across from you and settles into the water. It does actually feel really nice. His eyes fall on you moving gingerly to wash yourself off. 

“C’mere,” he says, “turn around.” 

You do as he asks and settle in between his legs, with your back leaning against his chest. He picks up your loofah and takes over rubbing it carefully across your skin. You relax further against him almost immediately, which he takes as a good sign that he’s doing something right. There’s a lot he’s done or tried, but this is new territory for him. And he wants to be good at it, too. 

Once he’s finished cleaning you off, the two of you just stay like that, you leaning against his chest. It’s a comfortable silence that neither of you feels the need to break. It’s not until the water starts to feel cold that you both admit you need to get out. This time, you actually let Chan put his clothes on and you put something comfortable on as well. He helps you pull the sheets off the bed to throw them in the wash. 

The two of you check your phones when you plop down onto the living room couch and Chan grimaces. He’s got a whole bunch of texts and missed calls from Jay. Some are from last night, like you said, but some are from today, too. He shows them to you and you show him a string of notifications that look similar. 

“Time to break the bubble?” Chan asks. 

“At least for long enough that he stops having a heart attack,” you agree. 

So, Chan dials and isn’t surprised when Jay picks up on the second ring.

“What the fuck, Chan, where are you? And why isn’t my sister answering either?” Jay asks instead of a hello.

“Uh, you’re on speaker,” Chan answers. 

“Hey,” you chime in.

“You’re still over there?” Jay asks incredulously. “How much could you possibly have to talk about?” 

“Worried I’m going to steal your best friend?” you tease.

“Or are you worried I’m going to steal your sister?” Chan asks and you laugh.

“No, you’re better than literally any person she’s dated ever. By a lot,” Jay acknowledges. 

“Oh my god, you really are just missing your best friend,” you groan. 

“And my roommate, he’s my roommate too,” Jay protests.

“We have things to talk about,” you say.

“How much do you have to talk about?” Jay wonders. “He likes you, you obviously like him. What else do you need to know?” 

“That’s between us,” you say as Chan starts to talk.

“We also didn’t talk last night because I was drunk,” he adds.

“Yeah and it’s late afternoon now, so what have you been…oh my god, that’s fucking gross, that’s my sister,” Jay sputters out.

“I didn’t even say anything!” Chan protests. 

“You didn’t have to. We’re roommates, remember?” Jay answers.

“If you miss me, just say that and go,” Chan teases.

“I do miss you, I made Vernon come over earlier and it’s not the same,” Jay says.

“Hey,” they hear Vernon say in the background.

“I think I hate this already,” you say and scrunch your face.

“Sick of him already?” Jay jokes.

“No, I don’t like you liking someone I’m dating,” you disagree. 

“Dating?” Jay and Chan ask at the same time.

“Oh, well, I just figured…” you start.

“I’m hanging up on you, bro, we have things to talk about,” Chan says. 

“Fine, but just be good to her, she deserves that,” Jay says.

“Yeah, she does,” Chan agrees, eyes on you. 

He hangs up the phone and just looks at you, unsure of what to say. Unsure of how to start figuring out what this is. You just got out of something that was really unhealthy and he’s not trying to rush you into something new or risk it being unhealthy because you didn’t heal. Couldn’t stand to be a rebound. He’s never thought this far.

“I didn’t meant to assume, I just…” you start.

“Of course I want to date you. It’s just, you just got out of a relationship and I want to give you time to get over that,” he says.

“I think I’ve been over it since the train ride, to be honest,” you say. “Maybe it took me a while to realize. But you showed me, time and time again, what it means to show up for someone you love.”

“I love you, too,” Chan says softly.

“So we figure it out together?” you ask, so hopeful.

Chan leans in and presses a kiss to your lips. “Yeah, we figure it out together.”

i'm sad this is over, but it was so much fun to write! i hope you enjoyed them as much as i did. and there's a very real chance i'll return to this with future timestamps/drabbles. but who knows when because of who i am as a person!

[daisymbin]

m.list <updated 7 nov 2024>

masterlist under cut

all timestamps are short drabbles

requests are open!!

latest works:

drunken confessions series

[14:07] - yjh

[14:33] - kmg

wrong direction? - jww

ot13 seventeen series

drunken confessions series

choi seungcheol . . . . . 🍒

do you hate me? (no, i don't, princess)

so, what's it gonna be, princess?

do you still love me? (I still love you)

look at me!

more blackmail material? (pt2 of look at me)

timestamps

[21:47]

[22:54]

yoon jeonghan . . . . . 👼

it's not just a game

hitorijanai

do you like me?

timestamps

[14:07]

joshua hong . . . . . 🐰

a little push

timestamps

[20:32]

moon junhui . . . . . 🐱

secrets to a furball!

kwon soonyoung . . . . . 🐯

wake up call

jeon wonwoo . . . . . 🐈‍⬛️

please don't go

wrong direction?

promise me ice cream!

timestamps

[20:02]

[21:22]

lee jihoon . . . . . 🍚

crossing lines

xu minghao . . . . . 🐸

coming soon

kim mingyu . . . . . 🐶

the unplanned date

timestamps

[14:33]

lee seokmin . . . . . ⚔️

will you play with me? (always, my love)

boo seungkwan . . . . . 🍊

coming soon

vernon . . . . . 🐢

bestfriend!vernon + epilogue

lee chan . . . . . 🦦

oops, all love! (req)

secrets at dawn

[jeonstellate]

timestamp: rain

it’s 10:45 pm when seokmin watches you leave.

๑彡 lee seokmin x gender neutral!reader

๑彡 slice of life!au — fluff(?), angst

๑彡 paragraph format — 0.2K words

masterlist

[gif’s full credit belongs solely to its owner]

๑彡 i wrote this on a whim and somehow finished it in an hour. not really sure where the sudden inspo came from bc it’s definitely not sara sara.

In another life, you and Seokmin would be dancing under the rain. Laughing, kissing, living a scene from a romance movie.

In another life, you and Seokmin would be leaving raindrops in the hallway. Giggling like children, playfully scolding the other for making a trail of dirty water to be cleaned up later.

In another life, you and Seokmin would be preparing dinner after washing off the rain. You would have trouble choosing a movie to curl up to, like any other indecisive domestic couple on a weekend.

In another life, you and Seokmin would be the happiest you could ever be.

But, alas, not in this life.

In this life, you had to insist that you wanted to be the one to leave. Suffocated by the argument you and Seokmin just had. Unable to breathe with the familiarity that engulfed you without comfort.

In this life, Seokmin was only able to stop you from your tracks to hand you an umbrella. Unable to ask you to stay like he really wanted, after a broken "Wait."

In this life, Seokmin was left to watch you from the window. Painfully aware of the tears that mixed with the rain. Powerless to stop them; to stop you. Because Seokmin understood.

In this life, you and Seokmin needed space to be happy.

[weird-bookworm]

SEVENTEEN MASTERLIST

main masterlist

ot13

headcanons

mafia!SVT hyung line maknae line

elder brother! SVT hyung line maknae line

choi seungcheol

coming soon

yoon jeonghan

timestamps

5:17 pm (yoon jeonghan x gn!reader)

hong jisoo

coming soon

wen Junhui

coming soon

kwon sooyoung

fics

swapped hearts (kwon soonyoung x gn!reader)

jeon wonwoo

timestamps

12:44 pm (jeon wonwoo x fem!reader)

lee jihoon

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SEVENTEEN

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HANSOL VERNON CHWE

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[luvidzy]

[10:35 am] - l.sm

You tilted your head back in laughter as you were spun around the kitchen, a strong arm wrapped around your waist and a strong hand holding yours. Music was playing softly in the background, but you weren’t paying much attention to it in the first place.

Seokmin was singing softly as he danced goofily with you. The pancake batter on the counter was long forgotten as you two danced like an old married couple at a wedding.

The sun was shining in through the kitchen window, sending a pleasant warmth through your feet as you touched the floor tiles graced by their light. Seokmin dipped you, and you giggled again, dramatically dipping your head back.

You caught sight of the sunflowers that were on the kitchen table, blooming brightly in the pleasant warmth of the sun. Seokmin had gotten them for you to look at while he was away. They were your favorite flower, and his, so it only made sense that you always had sunflowers in your house, especially when Seokmin was gone for a particularly long period of time.

But if you were being honest, while you liked the sunflowers, there was nothing truly better than having your own personal sunflower with you. Seokmin tilted you back up, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips as the song ended and the two of you descended into giggles.

It was moments like these that you cherished. The days when Seokmin wasn’t an idol and you weren’t alone. The days when your own sunflower could bloom in front of you, because you liked to believe that he always bloomed the brightest when in the pleasant warmth that was you.

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Oct 18th [DK + Pillow Humping]

[10:54] “I have an idea,” the words were soft and gentle against your lips and you almost didn’t hear them between needy kisses and hands roaming bodies. Maybe Seokmin was mumbling more to himself than you. Or maybe he would decide if you didn’t answer it was fate. But either way you pulled back, nose tip pressing against his and started to catch your breath.

“What’s your idea?”

Seokmin let out a nervous chuckle and you could see just how flushed his face was. He looked away for a moment before gathering his courage and meeting your eye.

“Do you know about pillow humping?”

You cocked your head curiously. “Yeah, did you want to try it? Or have me try it?”

Seokmin shifted a little nervously. “B-Both?”

“Okay,” you tried to give a reassuring smile, finding his nerves after so much time with you endearing. “Which do you want to do first?”

“No I- uh- I mean at the same time.”

“Oh?” Now that was an idea.

“I thought- I-I mean I tried it and liked it. And I don’t know if you’ve tried it but I’ve seen- uh- I know that some girls like it too and I thought it might work to make us both feel good and could be fun.” All the words tumbled quickly from his lips and you realized you hadn’t confirmed that you were very much on board.

“Sounds like a good time,” you smiled, leaning in to kiss him again.

The kiss was quick before he pulled away, looking excited, and grabbed two pillows. He handed one to you and you were quick to kick off your sweats and panties before straddling the soft fabric. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip both from the sensation against your already sensitive pussy and from the sight of Seokmin slipping off his boxers, cock already mostly hard from the intense make-out session.

He blushed more as you devoured him with your gaze, rolling your hips into the pillow and moaning a little which earned a laugh from him, easing some of his tension. He quickly found a comfy position atop his own pillow facing you and close enough to lean in and touch you.

“Okay?” He breathed.

You gave him a brief kiss, starting to move your hips. “Mmm, feels good.”

He pulled back a little bit and you watched his expression shift to something darker as he took in the way your hips moved, grinding against the plush pillow. He bit down on his lip, his own hips starting to move and a muffled groan finding its way to your ears.

It only helped your own arousal. Each little sound he made, the view of the head of his cock, starting to leak pre-cum as he ground into the pillow. All the while your mind started to fill with the thoughts of his cock filling you instead and all of that was making you hotter, making more pleasure burst through you in waves.

“God, you look so good,” he groaned, throwing his head back only for a few moments as his hiccups started to move faster before looking at you again.

“So do you,” you whined. “And your sounds.”

Seokmin was too deep into his own arousal to get too embarrassed by your words. He shifted a bit closer, using one hand to slip up under your shirt and start playing with your chest. You arched into his touch, eyes falling shut and moaning out his name as your hiccups picked up in speed. As the tension started to build in your body you started chasing your high, grabbing onto his bicep and then slipping up to the back of his neck, trying to pull him closer.

Seokmin got the hint, speeding up himself as he crashed his lips against yours. The kisses were messy and wet as both of you got closer and closer. The sounds of your moans were only rivaled by the creaking of the bedsprings under you. You moved your hips even faster as his tongue slipped past your lips amid the kisses.

Seokmin came first, moaning out your name as hot, white strings of cum started to cover the pillow. You followed him over the edge, squeezing your eyes shut and letting the tension in your body release into a wave of pleasure that had your thighs shaking and your chest heaving as you panted.

You held onto each other, still kissing as you came down from your highs, only breaking apart as the shaking started to subside. You look at him, seeing the pure desire in his gaze and feeling the exact same and seconds later you had knocked him onto his back, straddling him and kissing him feverishly.

[slytherinshua]

[ 3:06am ]

The cries from the nursery pulled Dokyeom out of his dreams immediately. He opened his eyes and sat up, looking over to make sure you were still asleep.

The arrival of your daughter 2 months ago had certainly come at the expense of both of your sleep, but it was worth it for her. Dokyeom was determined to let you get a full night of sleep at least tonight.

He got up silently and walked to the nursery, yawning and blinking his eyes open more. 

“Angel, won’t you let us get one night of sleep?” He whispered with a smile, picking her up and cradling her under his neck gently. 

Her cries slowly subsided once she was in his arms, surrounded by his familiar and comforting scent.

“Just 6 hours will do. What do you say?” He asked her, the fondest look in his eyes. She stared back at him with her big doe eyes, melting his heart in an instant. He smiled and kissed her forehead, making her giggle. Her small hand went to try and grab his nose, as she did every time it was within her reach.

“I’m sorry to say, but that is permanently stuck to my face, angel. You can’t have it.” He laughed, finding the habit the cutest thing in the world. 

He stayed with her in the nursery, softly singing and holding her in his arms until she drifted off to sleep.

[3raaaachachacha]

7:03 pm

Lee Seokmin x female reader / 415 words / fluff / suggestive

Warnings: teasing, making out, grinding, touching

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What was originally just supposed to be a chill study session with your friend, soon turned into you sitting on his lap and making out after he encouraged your dirty thoughts. You had always thought Seokmin was quite handsome, but you never imagined that the scenarios in your head would actually come true.

"You can touch me you know," Seokmin mumbled against your lips when he noticed you were fumbling and didn't know where to place your hands.

You chuckled at him before pulling away shyly, "I know, I'm sorry. I'm just not used to this."

With a confused look on his face, Seokmin took in the nature of your words before placing his hands on your waist as he looked at you to continue the conversation, "You haven't done this before? Are you a virgin?"

Sighing in embarrassment, you nodded shyly before attempting to get off his lap, only to have him stop you, "I'm sorry, this must be such a huge turn off and I kind of came onto you and now I've just embarrassed myself."

"Woah Woah," Seokmin chuckled, shooting you his signature smile, "Calm down love. This is in no way a turn off. In fact, it's quite hot that you initiated this. I'm all for it. But I do have a question. Why haven't you done anything before?"

You shrugged your shoulders, looking at him, "Just haven't found the right time I guess, or the right person. All the guys I've spoken to in the past have all managed to make me feel extremely uncomfortable."

Nodding in understanding, Seokmin listened to you rant about males and their egos getting the best of them and after you apologized for venting too much he laughed loudly and encouraged you to keep going.

"Well, Y/N," Seokmin said, hands caressing your thighs, "I've actually liked you for a while and this feels like a dream come true to have you so close. I'm not going to have sex with you today, I'll kiss you a little more, but I'd love to take you out on a date first, if you'd let me."

You grinned widely, feeling your cheeks heat up, but you nodded eagerly to his suggestion. You hugged Seokmin, letting his plump lips press against yours again as it took your breath away.

He wasn't like the others that's for sure, and you were thankful that after your years of trying to find someone, you were almost positive you found the right one.

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[enmerald]

[ 21:09 ]

"why am I grieving for someone who isn't even dead?" you sobbed into wonwoo's chest, his strong arms wrapped around you. the warmth radiating from him warmed your cold skin.

"shh, it's okay sweetheart, let it out."

wonwoo was your childhood best friend. he's always been there for you since the beginning. when you spoke your first word, he smiled fondly at you when he heard his name come from your small lips.

"won...u?"

when you won first place in the one mile event at your school track meet, he picked you from the ground and spun you around, his fresh mint breath fanning your face as he cheered with you.

and even now, when seokmin broke up with an hour ago at your favorite coffee shop, wonwoo answered your phone call and brought with him your favorite chocolate bar and his hoodies to comfort you.

why couldn't you have fallen in love with him?

this thought plagued your mind constantly. you knew wonwoo had fallen in love with you. he confessed to you during your last year of high school when you told him about your plans of studying abroad for your undergraduate degree.

but despite him being patient with you, it seemed as if your stubborn heart will never accept his love.

"wonwoo, why must i fall in love with the wrong people over and over again?" you lift your eyes and look at wonwoo through your tear-filled eyes.

his sad smile broke you and when he spoke, "because you can't control what your heart wants," a new wave of fresh tears fell from your eyes and you leaned forward.

[yaehao]

seventeen song scenarios

⤷ dk (lee seokmin): atlas: two by sleeping at last

genre: comfort ,,?

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

word count: 733

note: lyrics are in italics! i thew this together at 4 am bc school’s been getting to me and i would literally do anything to get a hug from seokmin ㅠㅠ also i didn't proofread, sorry if it's bad wheeze

It had been a while since you'd needed to go to Seokmin bearing problems this heavy on you. But things were getting too much to handle alone. The constant pressure and expectations your family put on you, schoolwork and tests piling up, nothing feeling like it's been going right recently, and every little thing was just weighing you down more and more. Everything felt like it was on a constant decline, and you needed someone. Someone specific.

It was a Friday night when it felt like the world was crashing down on you. Everything became too much and you had to escape. You abandoned the textbooks and papers spread out across your desk and left the house at almost 1 A.M., frantically getting into your car, and your instincts driving you straight to his house.

You pulled into his driveway, swinging the car door open and slamming it shut, making your way to his front door with tears threatening to spill from your eyes. The sharp, cold wind of the night didn't help in the slightest, making the tears sting like hell. You knocked frantically, Seokmin taking a while to answer since he wasn't expecting you at all, considering the fact that you hadn’t bothered to notify him that you were coming over.

He rubbed his eyes as he opened the door slowly, but as soon as he saw your expression, he wordlessly engulfed you in a tight hug, pulling you into his chest. You relaxed slightly into him, your arms instinctively moving to wrap around him as well.

"Sweetheart, you look a little tired. When did you last eat?"

"This morning…" You struggled to get out. You had been so caught up in your work you hadn't even realized you hadn't eaten all day until he asked. He ran his fingers through your hair, sighing, a tone of worry clear behind it.

"Come in and make yourself right at home. Stay as long as you need."

Seokmin’s voice, his scent, his touch, his everything filled your senses, and you immediately felt more at peace. He took you inside, and you kicked your shoes off as you stepped in. He brought you to his room and rummaged through his closet, pulling out one of his hoodies and handing it to you as you sat down on his bed. 

He excused himself for a moment, coming back quickly with a glass of water and a bowl of fruit. He set both down on his bedside table so that you could grab them if you needed before sitting next to you on the bed. He pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around you, allowing you to melt into him.

"Tell me, is something wrong? If something's wrong, you can count on me. You know I'll take my heart clean apart if it helps yours beat."

But you just shook your head, you couldn't talk even if you wanted to. The words for how you felt just wouldn't come out. You just needed him to be there. Him holding you was more than enough.

"It's okay if you can't find the words." Let me take your coat and this weight off of your shoulders.

And he did. You both knew he was your safe space, someone you could turn to when it felt like the whole world was against you. When it felt like everyone else had turned their backs on you, Seokmin was always there, ready to take you in with open arms.

Waves of tiredness came over you, the stress and thoughts of your schoolwork slowly fading away as he massaged small circles into your back and whispered reassurance into your ear. Sleep threatened to take over you, although you tried your hardest to stay awake, feeling like it'd be rude if you only came over just to fall asleep on him.

However, Seokmin wasn't helping your efforts at all. He had eventually laid back with you still in his arms, pulling you down with him. Your head rested on his chest, and his hands rubbed up and down your back.

"I'm glad you came to me tonight. You know I'm always here for you when you need it, my love. I'm so proud of you for handling everything alone lately, but you don't have to anymore. I'm here.

and I will love you with every single thing I have."

[babytaes]

{12:58} - it’s okay to not be okay

warning: TW- Mentions of Suicide 

You swung back and forth on your legs, weeping while your hands leaned on the bridge railing. You didn't want it to stop, but you were out of strength and couldn't stand it any longer. You desperately wanted to stop feeling anything, and this was the only way out.

You screamed into the darkness, clutching yourself and pleading for someone to rescue you, or at the very least stop you. Nobody was coming to help you and no one cared if you died at that point, so you knew it was meant to be.

As you zipped up your jacket you checked to see if the bricks were still in your coat pockets. You told yourself, "You're useless." and brushed your tears away and hopped up onto the railing, flinging your feet over it. This was your last opportunity.

When you finally let go, you closed your eyes and fell forward. You plan to make everyone's life easier by letting go of all your faults and insecurities.

A firm hand pulled you back before you could fully embrace the water. He took your hand and hauled you back over the railing, squeezing you. You didn't know who he was, but you could feel his tears streaming down his cheeks.

“I don't know who you are, but don't take your own life. I'm sorry to see you in such pain because you have so much to live for. Is there anything else I can do?” As you let it out on his back, he clung to you tighter.

As he let go of you and extended his hand to you, he raised your head and brushed away your tears.

“Why would you want to help someone you've never met?” You moved his hand away from you and began walking away, oblivious to his calls. He followed you and hugged you as he chased after you.

“I know that feeling all too well, and it doesn’t matter if I don’t know you. I rather help a lost soul then bury one. You may not know me but at least let me help you.” He flashed a bright smile and held out his hand. You looked down and took it as you walked with him back to his car.

“Thank you, thank you for giving me another day to figure this all out.”

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