#seokmin fluff

[monolotus]

𝓜osaic

Seventeen are a mosaic of every person they’ve ever loved, including you or You become a part of Seventeen’s life.

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Scoups ⨾ ﹙ daily routine ﹚

As you became part of his life, Seungcheol started changing his routine. He would send a good morning message every day, and a picture of his lunch. Whenever he was away and missed you too much he would kick every member out of his room to eat dinner with you (or lunch, or breakfast, or supper or just to watch you eat)

And then, it was the subtle things. Every year when the award season would start, and the nominees would drop, he would be waiting for it. Yes, he would wait for every category where his group could get nominated, but he also waited for the female categorys, expecting your favorite to have a nomination.

As a little tradition, you two started betting (nothing big, who would clean the bathroom, do the laundry) on which artist would win each category.

Anytime he would get take out on that pastry you liked, he would order also for you- even if you weren’t with him.

He started drinking that fruity drink you always buy at cafes, just because it remembered him of you.

So, good to say, even in his every day activities, Choi Seungcheol carries a piece of you.

Jeonghan ⨾ ﹙ haircare ﹚

It started with towels. You had bought a microfiber towel for your own hair, and he started whining about wanting one too, so you gifted him one.

Then, it was the shampoo. He had told you about how much he liked your shampoo. So, naturally, you left a bottle of your own at his apartment, and soon enough he was also smelling like you.

Before you could see what was happening, he had also got a hand into your oils, your hair accessories and even your heat protector.

When his hairstylist asked about his new style, he just smiled- Murmuring something about doing his hair like his partner’s, because it reminded him of his lover.

Joshua ⨾ ﹙ neighborhood food ﹚

You know the best selling dish in the biggest restaurant at your neighborhood? Yes, that one! Well, Joshua had never heard of it.

He was weird out, actually. The vegetables you were talking about? He didn’t know they could be plate like that.

So, when he started hanging more and more at your place, it was only a matter of time until he tried the best selling dish of the neighborhood. Obviously, he was obsessed with it. He even order a second plate to take back to his own apartment.

Next time you crashed at his place? He had the recipe printed and secured on his fridge, hold by a magnet.

Junhui ⨾ ﹙ jewelry ﹚

It became a problem, actually. You wanted a specific pair or earring for this outfit, but when you went to check your jewelry box… they weren’t there? You were missing one?

When, frustrated to have to change the accessories, you told your boyfriend about your missing earring he quickly tried to change the topic of conversation. It was weird, yes, but is Jun who you were talking about, so nothing is too weird.

But, later, when you saw your boyfriend you couldn’t help but see the shiny drop-earring he had on– the one you had been looking for the whole day.

Eventually, you two decided on having a shared box of jewelry, and an individual one that was off limits. Sadly, your boyfriend nor you knew about what off limits ment.

And, as time passed, you started noticing how your jewelry changed its style. It became more and more obvious you shared with your boyfriend, his watches being a new accessory in your wardrobe, or your statement rings making an appearance on his fingers.

It was cute, really, how you two ended meeting in the middle on the style of the jewelry you intended (or not) to share.

It was like you bought the jewelry thinking about each other’s style, before your own.

Hoshi ⨾ ﹙ ways to calm down ﹚

The hyper active boyfriend has implemented new ways to calm down after the rush of work- He has “alone” time, eats a snack and goes on.

It’s funny, when you came to his apartment and found him with a cup of tea in front of him, while the sound of waves was playing on the background.

He explained, with a soft and low voice, he had been doing this for the last couple of days. You laughed, rushing to do the same with him.

Later, he told you about how he started doing it after staying at your place, watching you do the same to calm down after a stressful day.

Wonwoo ⨾ ﹙ hobbies ﹚

you expect Mr. play every game to not pick up on your hobbies? Oh, you’re so wrong! It doesn’t matter how “boring” the hobby may look like, he’s asking questions, buying materials and watching youtube tutorials if needed.

You like playing Nintendo? He is buying the new game he saw on your fyp, getting the multiplayer version just to play with you.

You like crocheting? He is buying the yard, watching a tutorial on how to make a heart square to make you a tote bag.

But, the thing is, you thought he only did it because you liked it. And you were wrong.

When you saw his new keychain, you frowned, asking him where he had gotten it, “Ah, i made it with the yard you left at my place last time. It has a smile, isn’t it cute?”

It was a little purple octopus, with black eyes and a white smile. Really cute, yes. What was even cuter was your boyfriend getting your hobbies as his own.

Woozi ⨾ ﹙ fanaticism for kpop ﹚

It started with the aux. Hyuna, Miss A and IU making an appearance whenever you two would go somewhere. Then, it was the playlist of an early sunday, when the sun would barely shine, but you were already cleaning the place, and your boyfriend would be meal prepping the week’s food. When you would stop belting to Twice’s What is Love? You could find your boyfriend mumbling its lyrics to himself, nodding to the melody.

Then, it was going with you to a group’s concert in Seoul, or listening to your ranting about the Kcon he participated in with his group, talking about how amazing he was- and how good Pentagon was on stage.

So, it wasn’t a surprise when you saw his spotify: Kpop ON! being the last played playlist.

It wasn’t a surprise, either, when he started sending you groups and soloist’s songs, saying how good the instrumental was or how he would like to do something similar with his own production.

And, it wasn’t a surprise either when he would tell you “Oh, this group that you really like dropped merch, I bought you a hoodie” or “What do you think going to this idol’s concert?” Even before you were able to see the announcement for yourself.

So, yes, he was going to be nonchalant about it. But when he is singing along to every song at the concert, you get to see it- Is not just your favorite group anymore, he has also picked up your fanaticism for it.

Seokmin ⨾ ﹙ your jokes ﹚

Sabrina Carpenter once said “Nobody gets my jokes,” Well, it could never be Seokmin!

He doesn’t just get your jokes, he laughs so hard he starts tearing up. And, later, you can hear him say the same joke to his friends.

Yes, it’s a shame he takes your best jokes and tells them. But, also, is really sweet, because as soon as everybody stops laughing, he explains softly to the closest person he has to his left how “my lover told me that one, it’s so funny.”

So, when is late at night and you both are scrolling online, and you come across a new joke, you can’t help but tap on his shoulder, ready to hear your favorite sound- his laugh.

And, he thinks you don’t see him, but you can’t help but stare at his notes app, where you see a list: “Her jokes ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ )”

Mingyu ⨾ ﹙ makeup ﹚

“Guess who stopped by olive young?” Was his message, and you were quick to beg him for this foundation cushion you needed to restock, only for him to send a picture of his already full basket.

Zooming into the picture, you could see some new sheets masks, like the ones you had at your place.

You could also see a new concealer, but it wasn’t the shade you would normally wear? So, in confusion, you asked who the makeup was for, getting surprised when he says for himself.

Obviously, not because he was wearing makeup- he does care for his appearance, always looking forward new concepts to try with his makeup artist for his groups comeback, but rather because it wasn’t the brand he would wear.

When asked about it, his answer was simple: “It looks good on you, so I wanted to try it”

The highlighter technique you would use to look shiny and not sweaty? He paid close attention to you, so he could explain to his makeup artist how he wanted the highlight to be placed.

So, yes, maybe you are his muse, but you are also his mua- always ready to give him a new makeup technique (even if you didn’t know he was paying attention)

Minghao ⨾ ﹙ your mom’s recipe ﹚

He knew how much you liked your mom’s cooking, how you always had a tupperware full of her pasta, and how you always tried mimicking her recipes, only to fail to reach her talent.

So, when you arrived late at his apartment after having to pull more hours to finish your work, you were delightful to find your lover waiting for you to eat dinner togheter. Your boyfriend was an excellent cook, but this red sauce? It was the best thing you have ever tried.

And, later, when you found out about his secret call with your mom, everything made sense.

Seungkwan ⨾ ﹙ playlists ﹚

He takes inspiration from multiple artists, as he is one himself. The thing is, he can’t stop mumbling the lyrics to the songs on your latest playlist. It was a short one, enough songs to play from your house to your work, long enough for Seungkwan to take a short shower, and catchy enough to not leave his head.

He got the aux as the passenger princess for a vlog with his members, and you bet he put that one playlist you made for a road trip, filled with fun kpop and world wide known pop songs.

He had to warm up his vocals? He could only think of that one musical you watched together last night, warming up with the song you couldn’t stop singing later.

Vernon ⨾ ﹙ pop culture ﹚

You make sure he knows his references. Brat summer? He knew what it meant. Girl math? He understood it. Im just a girl? He even watched the movie.

He wasnt going to dissapoint your online self with his lack of alnowledge on the new online references. You actually team up with Seungkwan, meanwhile you would show your boyfriend the new season of the spinoff of Sex and the city, your boyfriend´s boyfriend showed him aespa´s latest comeback.

So, when in a fancall a carat shows him a meme, he is quick to send you a message asking why is a dog talking.

Dino ⨾ ﹙ media ﹚

When eating alone, he looks up your favorite youtubers to watch. When he sees a tiktok edit of your favorite sitcom couple, he sends it to you right away. When away on tour, he takes your favorite series to read, happyly reading your notes on the pages.

And, when Carats asks what he likes watching, his answer always ends up being the sitcom you had been watching, himself too busy fighting the urge to fall asleep.

Then, when the members get togheter and the battle for the election of the movie of the night starts, he is always voting for that one movie Seunkwan said, which is the same he watched last night with you.

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[seokminfilm]

hi ── lee seokmin

🤍 pairing, lee seokmin x reader

🤍 warnings, non-idol au, very short, fluff, established relationship, skinship, kisses, seokmin calls reader lovie, reader uses seokmin's nicknames, mentions of food (specifically tiramisu cake) (jeonghan please come back), soft seokmin hours

🤍 summary, all you wanted was a simple "hi" from your boyfriend, and you got more than what you could have hoped for.

🤍 author's note, can't think of any big great storyline so i'm just gonna settle for this tiny little fic 🤍 i love seokmin so so much and these pictures just made me even more soft for him so here we are! (and yes i miss jeonghan very badly can you tell)

🤍 now playing, loving machine (tv girl)

🤍 word count, 466 | for @kstrucknet, @maestro-net

"hi."

"hi, lovie." seokmin's smile is warm as he opens his arms out to you, and you graciously let him wrap his arms around you, rocking you softly in his grip as he kisses the top of your head.

"is everything okay?" seokmin pulls away just slightly, still with you in his arms as he looks down at you with a worried expression. you nod your head, smiling up at him as you run your fingers along his forearms.

"yeah, everything's okay. i just wanted to say 'hi'.' you smile, and seokmin giggles at your silly grin, peppering kisses all over your face as you laugh aloud.

"what are you up to?" you ask, peering behind seokmin's back to look at the countertop: ingredients stand ready to be used, and a piece of paper detailing some sort of recipe stands beside the ingredients. seokmin did say he wanted to try baking today, but you didn't know he would actually get around to it.

"i'm gonna try and make tiramisu cake." seokmin says proudly, looking down at you as your eyes widen.

"like the song?" you question with a teasing smile, watching as seokmin's face breaks into a big smile, laughter bubbling past seokmin's lips. he nods, sighing as he presses another soft kiss to your cheek.

"yeah, like the song, lovie," seokmin sighs, and you sigh in time with him, letting your head fall against seokmin's chest as the two of you sway to a silent song.

the kitchen itself sets a wonderful mood; the lights are off, sunlight streaming throughout the whole room as the windows stand open and alert. birds chirp outside, their voices a joyous mix as the wind twirls through the rustling leaves of the trees outside.

if you tried hard enough, you could get lost in this moment forever: seokmin holds on to your body tight, swaying in time with you as he lets you take the lead. his grip is strong and reassuring as he follows your movements.

when you look at seokmin, your heart swells with pride for him: seokmin stands tall, dark eyes warm with adoration as his smile beams at you, warming your whole body with its depth and strength. his hair is a soft auburn, tossed just slightly by the outside air as he lets his slender fingers cradle your quickly warming cheeks.

"i love you. so much." seokmin leans in, now just centimeters away from your soft lips as you whisper those same words back, letting your eyes flutter shut as seokmin finally connects with you for the first time in what feels like forever, lips molding to yours with memorized precision as he chuckles under you.

what both shocked and comforted you, though, was that this wonderful interaction all started with a simple 'hi'.

[bratzkoo]

WGM: pre production | dk

Author: bratzkoo Pairing: seokmin x reader Genre: fluff Rating: PG-13 Word count: 1.1k~ Warnings/note: fluff, fake marriage, and real feelings. cursing, seokmin curses a lot in his head.

summary: WE GOT MARRIED is back. Seokmin and Y/N pairs up to shoot 10 episodes for a special. Turns out, there are more things happenings off-camera than what meets the eye.

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Was it the awkwardness of being in the camera or was it the look of the staff and crews expecting you to do couple things making it hard to start a conversation with someone you're supposed to be pretending you're married to?

To be honest, Seokmin was someone who will try and break the ice despite being shy himself. Except for this time he's speechless seeing Y/N Y/L/N up close.

Y/N Y/L/N is in front of me.

I'm going to pass out.

He tries to open his mouth to speak but he's afraid he'll embarrass himself so he closed it again.

Why am I acting all shy? Since when did fear of embarrassment stop me from meeting new people? GET IT TOGETHER. YOU'RE LEE SEOKMIN.

But she's Y/N Y/L/N.

"Hi." she squeaked and she looked like she regretted starting their conversation that way.

and she's adorable.

"Hi." seokmin manages to breathe out as he stops himself from squealing from seeing how adorably she sips her iced chai tea.

"What made you join the show?"

"I lost the rock, paper, scissors game."

Y/N laughs echoes in the whole room with Seokmin's frank answer.

"You're very honest."

"I try my best." and he winks. WINKS. how much more embarrassing can he be? y/n doesn't seem to mind though. "how about u, what made u join?"

"i was curious about the reformed we got married." seokmin nodded. Think, Seokmin. Continue the conversation! YOU BITCH!

"Reformed is a good word for it," he says, mentally congratulating himself for forming a coherent sentence. "The original was more... scripted? At least that's what Jeonghan-hyung told me."

Oh god, am I already bringing up my members? Could I BE more obvious that I'm nervous?

Y/N leans forward slightly, seeming genuinely interested. "That's what attracted me to this version. They said it would be more authentic. Less manufactured."

Her eyes. Her eyes are looking right at me. Don't panic. Don't you dare panic, Lee Seokmin.

"Authentic, huh?" he manages, taking a sip of his own drink to buy time. "So you're saying you genuinely want to be fake married to me?"

WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL, SEOKMIN? WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?

To his eternal relief, Y/N laughs again, a light blush coloring her cheeks. "I mean, if I had to pick someone to fake marry for television..."

Is she flirting? Is this flirting? I think this is flirting. What do I do with my face?

"The honor is all mine," he says with an exaggerated bow, his performer instincts finally kicking in. "I promise to be the best fake husband Korea has ever seen."

Behind the cameras, the PD nods approvingly. This is exactly the kind of chemistry they were hoping for.

"So," Y/N says, shifting slightly in her seat, "should we set some ground rules? Boundaries?"

Ground rules. Yes. Professional. Be professional, Seokmin. Stop staring at her hands.

"Absolutely. Communication is key in any relationship, fake or otherwise." He sounds like a relationship counselor now. Great. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well..." Y/N seems to consider her words carefully. "How comfortable are you with... physical affection? For the cameras, I mean."

Seokmin's brain short-circuits for approximately 2.7 seconds.

"I'm... flexible." TERRIBLE CHOICE OF WORDS. "I mean, comfortable. Within reason. Whatever you're comfortable with."

Stop saying comfortable, you absolute disaster.

"Maybe we start small?" she suggests mercifully. "Hand-holding, casual touches. Nothing that feels forced."

"Perfect," he says too quickly. "Natural progression. Like a real relationship."

Except it's not real, you idiot. Remember that part.

The PD interrupts, handing them both folders. "Here's the schedule for the first few episodes. Look these over and we'll discuss the concept for episode one."

As they both reach for the folders, their fingers brush briefly. Seokmin feels the contact like an electric shock.

She's just a person. A regular person who happens to be brilliant and beautiful and somehow agreed to do this ridiculous show with you.

"Baseball?" Y/N says, looking at the first page. "That's our first date?"

"Hoshi's idea," Seokmin admits. "He has connections with the team."

"I don't know much about baseball," she confesses.

An opportunity. Finally.

"I'd be happy to teach you," he offers, finding his footing at last. "I'm not an expert, but I know enough to get by."

Y/N smiles, and it reaches her eyes this time. "I'd like that."

The rest of the meeting passes in a blur of scheduling details and concept discussions. Seokmin catches himself staring at Y/N more than once, quickly looking away whenever she notices. At one point, she tucks her hair behind her ear, and he nearly knocks over his drink.

Get it together, man. It's going to be a long ten episodes if you keep this up.

When the meeting concludes, they walk together toward the elevator. The cameras have stopped rolling for now, giving them a brief moment of privacy.

"I'm glad it's you," Y/N says suddenly, her voice softer than before.

Seokmin's heart does a complicated gymnastic routine in his chest. "What do you mean?"

"For this show. I was worried they'd pair me with someone difficult or... you know, someone who'd make it all about themselves. You seem... kind."

The elevator arrives, saving him from having to respond immediately. They step inside, and he presses the button for the lobby.

"I'll try to live up to that," he says finally. "Being kind, I mean."

The doors are about to close when he remembers something. "Wait, can I get your number? For... coordination purposes."

Y/N's smile turns slightly mischievous. "Coordination purposes?"

"Professional ones," he clarifies, ears burning. "Entirely professional.”

"Of course." She takes his phone and enters her contact information. "For the sake of authenticity."

As she hands the phone back, their fingers brush again, and this time, Seokmin thinks it might not have been entirely accidental.

Later that night, alone in his room, he stares at her name in his contacts list for a full five minutes before typing out a message.

Seokmin: Just wanted to say I'm looking forward to our baseball "date." Promise not to judge your sports knowledge.

He presses send before he can overthink it, then throws the phone onto his bed as if it might explode. When it dings a minute later, he practically lunges for it.

Y/N: Looking forward to it too. Fair warning: I might pretend to know less than I do just to make you explain things. You have a nice voice.

Seokmin reads the message seventeen times before falling backwards onto his bed with a groan that's half anguish, half delight.

Ten episodes. How is he going to survive ten episodes of this? How is he going to feel when it's over?

[studioeisa]

seokmin, who is widely regarded to have the most boyfriend material-like photos in the group, has a little secret. if he looks like a boyfriend in his photos— well, it's because he is.

seokmin, who will shyly smile at you when you're out on dates. you already know what he needs before he asks.

seokmin is never any less embarrassed about making this request. when you take his phone and unlock it, you're at least comforted by the fact that his home screen is a photo of the two of you.

seokmin will tell you everything from "you know all my best angles" to "you have an eye for lighting." you might think he's flattering you, but he's dead serious. his favorite photos of himself have been captured by you.

seokmin never questions your creative direction. if you instruct him to take a sip of his drink, he'll happily oblige. if you tell him to look away from the camera, he'll snap his neck around. ask him to jump and he'll say "how high?"

seokmin, who is generous with his affection and his compliments. he'll prop his chin over your shoulder and hug you from behind as the two of you assess the photos. "you got my good side here," he'll point out about one picture. "i like how you framed that," he'll say of another.

seokmin understands, however, that some things are sacred. like this: when you're reviewing pictures, and there's one that you really like? all you have to say is off-limits, and seokmin knows what that means.

seokmin doesn't care if it's the best photo he's ever taken. he doesn't care if it will feed in to the delusions of his many fans, if it's likely to make the internet go wild. if you call a photo off-limits, then he won't post it. it's yours. wholly yours.

seokmin, who, after all this time, still falls for your one favorite tricks. when you're trying to get him smile a certain way? sometimes, instead of saying cheese, you'll say i love you!

seokmin, whose grin is bright and wide in those photos. and, sometimes, if you squint just enough— you'll notice that he's actually looking at the person behind the camera.

[monamipencil]

───── “imperfections?”

               ⋆˚｡ or, in which svt appreciates your beauty.

pairings; maknae line x reader, established relationship. | a/n; sorry that this took so long! the creative juices vanished. but i hope this provides to comfort to anyone who needs it! again, pls be kind to yourself and love yourself, just a bit more today <3 | [ check out hyung line ! ]

⋆ MINGHAO ⏤ hands; minghao fell in love when he saw you peeling tangerines for him. most would call it the bare minimum, but it is another thing to be on the receiving end of it. he takes your hands in his, kissing your knuckles, the back of your hand, your fingertips and your palm. he will never let go of your hands, and he always finds a way to hold them. he shifts the all the grocery bags to one of his hands, so that he could hold yours with the other. his fingers trace the creases and crooks of your hand, memorizing them like a prayer. it doesn't whether your hands are short, long, chubby or skinny. what matters is the love they hold in them.

⋆ MINGYU ⏤ tummy; there's a certain happiness that blooms in his heart when he notices you've gained weight. it's both an affirmation of his culinary skills and his love for you. his large hand lays gently on your bloated stomach, thumb caressing the skin beneath. he sometimes loves to lay on your tummy as well, and lull to sleep to the faint sound of your heart beat. his hands always find your stomach, making a home for it within his hands. he frowns, when you try to hide yourself. he assures with you a kiss to your belly and the next you find a note from him. “oh, muse of the ancient Grecians, what I would do to carve your curves on marble, and in my heart that belongs to you.”

⋆ SEOKMIN ⏤ thighs; his hands are molded to the soft curves of your body. a warm feeling vines from your chest, seeping through out your body when he touches the soft flesh of your thighs. whether it's when he's driving, he's making love to you, it makes you feel loved. a furrow nestles between his brows and his beautiful lips pull down when you express your dislike for them. he listens to you and responds that he finds them beautiful and that he wishes you can see yourself from his eyes. his head lays on your lap, heavy with worries and sorrows. only the soft plush of your thighs can provide him comfort. he nestles on your thighs, content with the solace they can provide him.

⋆ SEUNGKWAN ⏤ freckles; angel-kissed skin, diamonds painted on your skin with colors spilled by the universe. seungkwan's hands ache to touch your skin, and trace the tiny specks littered all over it. the gentlest of his kisses are reserved for your freckles. the brush of his lips, and the tender adoration swirling in his eyes is enough to lift any insecurity. even during cuddles, his hands find purchase on the freckles. a lone finger tracing each and every speck of it. the first time he realised he's in love with you was when he looked up at the night sky. but all he could think of was you, stars littered on the vast canvas of the sky. after all, what's a night sky without stars?

⋆ VERNON ⏤ chest; now, he adores you. he loves you, your mind and your heart. he cannot bear the blame for the fact that your breasts are in front of your heart. and who could blame him anyway? his ear presses into your chest after a long day. the rhythm of your heart serves as a lullaby, making slumber creep upon his bones. his hands are somehow, always, under your shirt. they fondle, squeeze and trace your breasts. vernon doesn't care whether your breasts are big or small. he simply loves them. after all, they make home for him in all ways he thinks he doesn't deserve. but you know better, he has a home inside your heart, anyway.

⋆ CHAN ⏤ height; his heart skips a beat every time he has to look up to meet your eyes. he leans his head on your shoulders, content with how easily your bodies fit together. your hand around his shoulders gives him all the comfort he ever needs. you don't have to voice out your insecurities for chan to hear them. he sees it in the ways you make yourself smaller, a bit more “acceptable.” that's why he always makes sure to let you know that he loves you just the way you are. you don't need to take up smaller space when you deserve all the big things. you don't have to fit in any beauty standards. you fit in his hands and in the nooks and crooks of his heart. that's all that matters.

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[jinmindeulle]

support | lee seokmin

“Ugh, I hate this color”

“Yeah, it’s definitely not the one”

You gave Seokmin a side smile, proud of his character development in the world of make-up. 

At first, you have had to drag him into the store to help you buy new products to review them for your YouTube channel, with him understanding no more than the difference between the eyeliner and eyeshadows. 

But as time went by and your channel became more and more successful, Seokmin started paying more attention every time you asked him to go with you, especially after he made some appearances in your videos and was now regarded as the beauty boyfriend. 

Your followers had started to ask for him more and more often, and he took pride in that.

“What’s my next schedule?” 

“It’s a secret” you wiggled your eyebrows, taking his hand in yours to swap a lipstick. “Do you like this one?” 

“It goes well with my skin” he nodded, looking at you when you chuckled “What?”

“You’re about to take over the channel at this point, babe” you squished his lips with your free hand and planted a kiss on them. “Mwah”

“I just don’t like disappointing your followers” he gave you a proud smile, and you knew he was already deep into this new sense of responsibility he had gained over being the beauty boyfriend. 

“They keep asking for you to do my make-up in a livestream” 

“Will you let me?” 

The hope in his eyes made you think twice about your initial decision, because you were scared. Although most of the people had loved him and his bubbly personality, of course there were hate comments. You always got them, and you knew they were never going to go away — but as long as you were their target, you were fine.

With Seokmin, however, you had a problem. He was your treasure, and you had promised yourself to keep him safe, away from the haters. He was the only piece of your life that you needed to protect. 

“I don’t know, babe” you sighed, placing a couple of eyeshadow palettes into the basket he was carrying. 

“I promise I won’t read the comments if you don’t want me to” he reassured you, interlacing your hand in his as you moved to the payment line.

“It’s not only that” you pouted, hugging him with your free arm and leaving a kiss on his clothed chest “People are mean and you didn’t ask for this exposure. I can deal with it because I made the decision to pursue this”

“And I made the decision to support you and your dreams. So if that’s what it takes, I don’t care. I love doing this with you, love. We’ve connected in so many new ways.”

Your eyes filled with tears as he spoke, soft and sweet. He kissed your head and pressed his cheek on the same spot, embracing you to reassure his words.

“I love you” was all you could say. But Seokmin knew those words meant more than that. 

“And I, you”

¸.·✩·.¸¸.·¯⍣✩ seventeen masterlist ✩⍣¯·.¸¸.·✩·.¸

[babyleostuff]

― BLACK AND BLUE

"glad he didn't overreact", but the one where seokmin, in fact, overreacts after seeing your bruised up arm on a sunday morning.

𝜗𝜚 THEME: reader is (lightly) bruised and seokmin freaks out, comfort (mostly reader comforting him), fluff 𝜗𝜚 PAIRING: idol!dk x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 WORD COUNT: 828

💌 natalia’s note: this deeefinetly didn’t happen to me like two days ago… [when i catch u skiers]

“what is that?”

the soapy cup you were washing slipped out of your grip and slammed against the marble sink (seokmin decided to replace the old one right before christmas, because in his words - it was an adult thing to do) making the water splash all around, as your heart threatened to stop from the sudden commotion. 

there went your “romanticise your morning by following this easy 50 step routine”. 

“seokmin,” you grumbled, turning off the water. “what the hell?” you reached for the towel to wipe your hands and turned around to face your boyfriend, who, for once, seemed very much awake for such an early hour. “you almost gave me a heart attack.” 

“what,” your boyfriend seemed unbothered by your words and extended his arm to point at you with a sour expression, which again; so unlike him, “what is that?”

if not for the “8 am” displayed on your kitchen clock (the numbers were blinking so faintly you almost couldn’t see them anymore, because apparently changing the batteries was not an adult thing to do), your boyfriend’s massive nest of curly bed hair and his outfit which consisted of a grinch t-shirt that has definitely seen better days and boxers in puppy print, you’d be startled by his panicked expression, but… you couldn’t take him seriously with all of that. 

“what is what?” you asked amused, and leaned your hip on the kitchen counter. 

he blinked twice, his brown eyes groggy from sleep. “the bruises on your arm.” 

ah. 

that makes sense. 

you came back from a skiing trip with your friends the night before and because seokmin didn’t come home until early in the morning because of rehearsals, you didn’t really have time to catch up before… well, now. technically you could’ve told him about your little incident on the phone, but you knew how he’d react; he’d either tell you to set your snowboard on fire and throw it out of the window or he would’ve bought the earliest plane ticket to save you from the dangers of snow and ski lifts. 

“baby, close your mouth and drop your arm or you’re going to have a cramp,” you sighed, shaking your head. despite your gentle tone that you hoped would soothe his worries at least to some extent, seokmin still stood in the middle of the kitchen as stiff as a board, with a scowl on his handsome face. “come here,” you held out your hands for him to grab. 

with no hesitation he quickly made his way across the kitchen, and ignoring your extended hands, engulfed you in a bear hug. “why are you so calm about it?” you could hear the pout in seokmin’s voice, as he pulled him closer to his chest. “your whole arm is black and blue,” he gently ran his fingers along the back of your left arm, ”how did it even happen? what were you doing out there? fighting the yeti?” 

you couldn’t help but giggle. exactly why you decided to keep it a secret. 

“if you consider skiers yeti, then yes,” you propped your chin against his chest and looked up at him, “and i’m glad to inform you that i won.” 

seokmin’s muscles suddenly tensed under your fingertips and he looked even more terrified than a second ago. “what do you mean y-,”

“i was joking, baby. i didn’t fight anyone.” 

“then how did you get those bruises?” 

“just let me finish, yeah?” you said and brushed his bangs away from his forehead. “someone ran into me, that’s all. i got up after strapping the bindings and someone skied into me and, well, that left some bruises.” 

“what an asshole,” seokmin grumbled, his brows drawn together in an angry frown.

“okay there mister, calm down,” you laughed and patted his shoulder. “accidents happen-,”

“yeah, but i’d expect people who ski on red slopes not to crash into others,” his expression stilled and grew serious. 

good thing you didn’t mention you ended up with your chin hitting the icy slope, then. 

“relax, honey.” as much as you found this situation amusing, you knew seokmin was really worried about the bruises, and to be honest he had every right to do so; three big splotches covered the entirety of your left arm and if you noticed something like that on him you’d freak out for sure as well. 

“i know it looks bad, but it doesn’t hurt anymore. and what happened, happened. there’s no point in being angry, yeah?” 

your boyfriend’s eyes seemed to soften, the gentle puppy-like expression gracing his features. 

“there we go,” you smiled, cupping his cheeks. “i’m okay, min, so please stop worrying so much.” 

featherlike laugh lines crinkled around his eyes, as seokmin smiled, nodding his head. “just didn’t expect to see my girlfriend all bruised up after being weeks apart,” he leaned his forehead against yours, his arms protectively wrapped around your waist. “but if you say you’re okay, then i trust you.”

[nonranghaes]

the once-warm compress on the back of your neck gets lifted as gently as it can, and you can feel seokmin's fingers graze your skin as he replaces it with another one. your face scrunches in pain still when you peek up and see the light is on, and you bury it back into your sleeves. a click punctuates his action as the room is cast back into near-darkness, his apology as soft as can be as he presses a kiss onto the top of your head.

"just needed to see what i'm doing," he keeps his voice low, all too mindful of your headache. "how do you feel?" he's kneeling beside your bed now, a hand on your arm. "still nauseous?"

so you turn your face, finding his eyes in the low light. "do we still have any of that ginger tea minghao gave us...?"

he smiles, already leaning in to kiss your forehead as he starts to get up. "i'll make a cup, then."

yet he doesn't get far before you stop him by catching his hand, tethering him to you for a moment longer. "actually... can you stay here for a minute?" your head hurts, you feel sick, but you just feel lonely most of all. "i still want the tea, but..."

so he lowers himself back onto the floor, drawing your hand to his lips so that he can kiss your knuckles. "okay," he says, thumb running over your knuckles. "then i'll stay."

[scoupsleftcheekdimple]

Drunken Tendencies...

starring: svt leader and husband! seungcheol x wife! reader; member! mingyu; member! seokmin; member! woozi; member! joshua; member! minghao; member! seungkwan; member! jeonghan; member! vernon; member! hoshi

aus: fluff!!

warnings: kissing

synopsis: Y/N goes out drinking with the seventeen members... and who else would come pick her drunk self up besides her loving husband?

word count: 1172

A/N: I think we all need a whipped seungcheol to take care of us when we are drunk...

He had received a text from Mingyu.

Brother Mingyu: Hyung... you should probably come pick up your wife.

Leader Seungcheol: What happened?

Brother Mingyu: She's drunk.

Leader Seungcheol: So? She can drink.

Brother Mingyu: She's currently pouting and trying to fight Seokmin over whether or not she could beat him in an arm-wrestling match.

Leader Seungcheol: ...

Leader Seungcheol: I’m on my way.

—

When he arrived at the bar, he was met with the sight of his wife (a phrase he was still adjusting to… but loving to say). His usually composed, sharp-witted wife was leaning over the table, dramatically pouting at Seokmin, her arms crossed like a child.

“I swear I could win!” she argued, her words slightly slurred but her conviction unwavering “You’re just scared!”

Seokmin, looking both amused and slightly exasperated, raised his hands in surrender. “Y/N-ah, I promise you, I’m not scared—” 

“Then arm-wrestle me, coward!”

“Hyung, please get your wife,” Woozi called out lazily from his seat, smiling as he nursed his drink. “She’s been challenging everyone here.”

Seungcheol sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before stepping closer. “Y/N.”

The moment she turned and saw him, her frustration melted away, and instead—her face lit up like he was the best thing she had ever seen. 

“Cheollie!” Y/N squealed, suddenly all giggly and shy, covering her face with her hands before peeking at him through her fingers. “Oh my God, you’re so handsome… Who let you out looking like this?”

The members burst into laughter as Y/N wobbled to her feet, stumbling slightly before dramatically pointing at Seungcheol. “Did it hurt?”

Seungcheol blinked. “What?”

“When you fell from heaven?” She giggled, swaying on her feet. “Because you are so fine, sir.”

“This is amazing—I’m recording this,” Mingyu whispered, already holding up his phone.

Seungcheol sighed, shaking his head fondly before stepping closer to Y/N, steadying her with his hands on her waist. “You’re drunk,” he said, amusement clear in his voice.

“I’m not drunk—” she paused, swaying slightly. “Okay, maybe a little.”

Y/N gasped dramatically, pressing her hands against his chest. “Wait, wait, wait—” She looked up at him with wide, dazed eyes. “Hey, are you single?”

Seungcheol nearly choked on air. “What?”

“Because I totally have a crush on you,” she whispered, blinking at him. “Like, you are so hot, I want to marry you.”

“You did marry me,” Seungcheol reminded her, exasperated but endeared.

She gasped again, this time in pure shock. “I did?! Who let me do that?!”

“You did,” Minghao answered, grinning as he sipped his drink.

“And you are very in love with him,” Joshua added helpfully.

Y/N turned back to Seungcheol, grabbing his collar and pulling him closer, her nose almost brushing his. “Oh my God. Good for me,” she whispered. “I have taste.”

Seungcheol sighed, wrapping his arms around her waist before lifting her up effortlessly. “Alright, that’s enough pick-up lines for one night—time to go home.”

As he carried her out, Y/N continued mumbling to herself, still giggling. “My husband is so hot. I’m so lucky. I should kiss him—”

“Let’s wait until we get home, yeah?”

“Wait, wait, wait—” she slurred, blinking at him with wide, glassy eyes.

He sighed, already knowing she was about to say something ridiculous. “What is it now, Y/N?”

“I just realized something super important,” she said dramatically, squeezing his cheeks so his lips puckered.

Seungcheol narrowed his eyes. “What—?”

Before he could finish, Y/N smashed a big, exaggerated kiss on his cheek.

And then another.

And another.

The members, who had stepped outside to watch, exploded into laughter.

“Oh my God, she’s attacking him!” Seungkwan shrieked, doubling over.

“This is amazing,” Hoshi gasped, pulling out his phone. “I’m never deleting this from my memory.”

"Wait, let me get the other side—" Y/N mumbled, twisting in Seungcheol’s hold to press a dozen more kisses all over his face—his forehead, his jaw, even the tip of his nose.

"Y/N—" Seungcheol tried to wriggle away, but she held onto him with an iron grip, giggling against his skin as she planted another kiss near his lips.

"Mmmwah!" she announced proudly, finally pulling back to admire her work.

Seungcheol, now thoroughly covered in bright red lipstick stains, groaned. “You’re unbelievable.”

Y/N beamed. “Now everyone knows you’re mine,” she said smugly, her drunken logic making perfect sense in her mind.

Mingyu was dying of laughter. "Hyung, you look like you just came back from war."

"A romantic war," Vernon corrected.

"Wait, Y/N-ah—give him one more on the forehead," Jeonghan encouraged.

Y/N, still giggling, leaned in and smacked a final kiss right in the center of Seungcheol’s forehead. "There! Now you look perfect!*"

He sighed, closing his eyes. "I am never picking you up from drinking again."

"Yes, you will," she whispered against his lips, grinning.

Seungcheol exhaled through his nose, his patience hanging on by a thread. "Let’s just go home before I leave you here."

As he carried her away, Y/N cuddled into his neck, still giggling. “You’re so warm, my handsome husband.”

Seokmin wiped a tear from his eye. “That was the most romantic thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

Seungkwan shook his head. “That was the funniest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

—

Seungcheol barely got Y/N out of the bar before she demanded—not asked, demanded—a piggyback ride.

“Oppa! Give me a piggyback ride!!” she whined, stomping her foot like an impatient child.

Seungcheol, who was already sighing in exhaustion, turned to look at her. “Y/N, you’re drunk.”

“And you’re strong!” she countered, grinning up at him. “So be useful and carry your beautiful wife home—c’mon, c’mon!”

The members, who were still standing outside the bar, howled with laughter.

“I vote he does it,” Joshua said, crossing his arms. “It’s what a loving husband should do.”

“Yeah, Ddaddu,” Jeonghan smirked. “Don’t you love her?”

Seungcheol glared at them before looking back at Y/N, who was now fluttering her lashes at him dramatically. “Pleaaase, oppa~” she cooed, tilting her head. “You love me, right?”

Seungcheol exhaled sharply. “Get on before I change my mind.”

Before he could even bend down properly, Y/N jumped onto his back, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “Yay!!” she cheered, nuzzling into him. “My strong, handsome husband~”

Mingyu took his phone out. “Oh, this is going on Instagram.”

“Hyung, you’re the definition of whipped,” Seokmin teased.

“Shut up,” Seungcheol muttered, adjusting Y/N’s legs so she was secure. “I’m taking her home.”

As they walked off, Y/N swung her feet happily, her chin resting on Seungcheol’s shoulder. “You smell nice~” she murmured.

Seungcheol rolled his eyes but softened. “And you smell like soju.”

“That’s because I’m a party girl, oppa.”

“You’re a handful, is what you are.”

She giggled. “But you love me~”

Seungcheol sighed but squeezed her thigh gently. “Yeah. I love you. Now hold on tight before I really drop you.”

From behind them, they could still hear the members laughing.

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[monolotus]

to be loved is . . .

⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒

includes: reader gets referred to as a girlfriend, seventeen adores you so much

When seventeen adores you so much that they can’t help but make you feel so loved even with the smallest gestures

Scoups ⨾ ﹙ to be able to take care ﹚

Scoups, the good leader. He’s always taking care of everybody around him- the staff, his family, his members. He will neglect himself in order to help somebody else, no matter how big or small the help may be.

So, when is late at night, and he allows himself to ask you to help him, you can’t help but smile softly, pulling him closer to your body as you comfort him trough his crying.

He allows you to help him.

When he comes late after practice, he knows you will prepare a tasty dinner for him, with a warm bath afterwards. You will help him with his clothing, as he is ever so tired to change into his pajamas. And you’ll cuddle, and he will be the one being hugged, you all over him｡

Jeonghan ⨾ ﹙ to be childish ﹚

You can’t help but to be yourself around him. How could you not? If he is so unapologetically himself. Your love for the silly games and pranks can’t help itself when you are around your lover. He created a space where your childish jokes can be heard, a space where no matter how dumb the hobby may seem, your lover is always ready to support you｡

Joshua ⨾ ﹙ to be soft ﹚

Ever the gentleman, Joshua can’t help but see you as the most sweet thing in the entire world. He encourages your aftercare routine, doesn’t matter the time nor the problem- you had a fight? a bad day? you stressed yourself out? He’s already in his pajamas, ready to help you with your aftercare routine.

Whenever you feel the world’s expectations on your shoulders, too heavy to let your walls fall, he’s already there: ready with a warm smile, and sweet words towards you.

When the worlds feels like too much, he’s ready to help｡

Jun ⨾ ﹙ to be seen ﹚

You said once you hated the world’s view on you- how people could perceive you wrongly. Since then, Jun has taken it as a full time job to learn you; your hobbies, your freckles, your expressions lines and even the colors that you think makes your eyes pop.

He’s ready to show you that, even if the world has a wrong perception of you, he’s had taken his time to see you for who you are. Not your money, connections, friends or anything alike. He will take his time to know why you frown when you listen to good music, or why you are so scared of cockroaches｡

Hoshi ⨾ ﹙ to be too much ﹚

Too loud, too emotional, too soft, too impulsive. There’s nothing wrong with being too much, that’s something that Hoshi made sure you’d understand early on your relationship.

You are being too emotional? fine! he’ll cry with you while watching the final episode of your latest favorita k-drama. You can’t take Jeonghan’s teasing today? Fine, he’ll shield you from the eldest jokes! There’s nothing wrong with feeling too much. You two take pride in creating a space where both of you could be too hyper, and nobody would have the right to say anything about it｡

Wonwoo ⨾ ﹙ to take space ﹚

Always making yourself feel small. You would physically make yourself smaller when two members would sandwich you, you would lower your voice whenever someone else spoke while you talked. That’s something Wonwoo couldn’t take lightly.

He would encourage you to speak louder when someone would interrupt you, he would make himself look even bigger just so you wouldn’t feel bad about taking even the smallest space between members.

He doesn’t allow his partner to feel small, not when she is full of good things to showcase to the world｡

Woozi ⨾ ﹙ to take time ﹚

“Good things take time” That’s what he said when you couldn’t stop complaining about your assignment taking too long to be finished by your group.

He explained, slowly and surely, how the other groups had their own times to work on their assignment- Everybody had their own schedule, yours been as busy as ever.

He made sure, after this, to encourage you to take time to do your things- your homework, your hair, your night routine.

Without realizing it, he started to take time to plan his own schedule. Sure to say, you made sure he also took time to eat and cuddle with you｡

Minghao ⨾ ﹙ to being taken cared of ﹚

To being able to love, you have to love yourself first. How can you take care of Minghao, if you neglect yourself so much? How could you learn about which herbs can help the stress you both go under, if by the smallest mistake you are trowing hard words at yourself?

He didn’t complain when his tea (made by you) was slightly sour. He didn’t complain when he got sick after taking care of you and your fever. And he would never complain about helping you through your meltdowns.

Why? Because he loves you.

Why would he complain about taking care of his partner? He knew you would drop everything for him if he called you sick, so why wouldn’t he do the same for you?

He did｡

He poured his favorite tea, his most fluffy blanket and pulled his best recipes from Mingyu. He took care of you, even when you wouldn’t stop complaining about it.

Easily, and without thinking too much about it. Because he loves you｡

Mingyu ⨾ ﹙ to be spoiled ﹚

You can’t look at something twice, say “it’s pretty” or even send him a new caffe than opened downtown, or he would be taking action into buying everything that you could lay your eyes on.

Oh, you liked a new foundation at Olive young? Good thing he’s ambassador of the brand! Craving something sweet? Snickers are right there!

There is no need to worry about your plate being nothing short of delicious: he cooks just the way you like it- the meat, the veggies, even the side dishes. He doesn’t mind eating a little bit less meat if that means you get to enjoy your food for a little longer｡

You complained, once, that you didn’t really like your work’s lunch. You bet he took matter into his own hands to learn how to make cute lunch boxes, always sending it with a cute note (“Missing your smile”; “hope you miss me as much as i miss you”; “listen to this song, it made me think of you”)

Seokmin ⨾ ﹙ to be a part of ﹚

Game night? Late after-work-drinks? Behind the scenes of a photo shoot? He makes sure you are included. Let it be through pictures, messages, video calls or even inviting you to the place.

He loves getting a picture of your lunch, a short OOTD video or even a complaint of the weather- it makes him feel part of your daily routine, even when you are in different continents. So, he does the same.

He sends a selca when is late at night and he has just gotten out of the shower, or when the boys decided to order some chicken, or even when he saw a CD of your favorite band while taking a walk with his friends: he makes sure to send a picture, to make sure you know you’re always on his mind｡

Seungkwan ⨾ ﹙ to be emotional ﹚

Growing up you didn’t let many things affect you, you couldn’t cry easily.

Until you met Seungkwan, who would always talk sweet nothings to you “i love doing nothing with you” “i appreciate you doing this for me” “it means a lot that you took time to help me”. His tongue would held so many sweet words towards you, that it was only a matter of time until you started to imitate him.

When he would stay awake to wait for you on a friday night, you would drop a “it meas a lot that you decided to wait for me, that’s why i love you” and he would be shocked, not used to you saying things like that.

He didn’t push it, not at all.

He was his emotional self, and with that, you learnt that being outspoken and letting people around you know how you felt for them, meant a lot.

How could you not? If it was so easy for him to cry out of pure love for his fans, for his friends, for his family｡

How could you not have your eyes filled with tears, as you mumbled about your love towards him?

Vernon ⨾ ﹙ to be shared ﹚

“Yeah, my girlfriend really likes that band” “Have you seen this movie? My partner is the biggest fan” “You know, my girlfriend told me how they did this scene…” Are some common phrases when it comes to Vernon.

He is a little nerd when it comes to his favorite niches, and so are you.

It slipped from your tongue before you could stop yourself “You know, they were actually drunk when filming this scene…” And, later, when a carat would ask about a TMI, he would answer with a fun fact you told him about a movie, a record, an artist.

More often than not, he would make a new playlist inspired by you. He has multiple by now.

In letterbox, he has a watchlist named “to watch with her” And another, called “Her watch” As you don’t really use the app. He rates the movies for you- mamma mia having a 5/5 star｡

Dino ⨾ ﹙ to be heard ﹚

Always the youngest, the overlooked. He can’t bare the thought of not hearing what his partner has to say. Let it be the dumbest opinion in the entire world, he would look at you with big eyes, waiting for you to finish your train of thought.

When you pause the episode of the latest drama you two are watching, he looks down, ready to hear your opinion on how the plot could be resolved.

When you send an album to his chat, with the text “Wait a sec”, he knows he is in for a rant opinion about each track, talking about how you would change it, or why you loved it so much.

You’re first person he sends every draft to: A cover, a coreography, even the instagram pictures. He values your opinion, and he hears it.

He doesn’t just listen, he hears it. He takes his time to process your words, even if it cuts the flow of the conversation, as he really wants to make sure he understands you｡

–sorry for any errors, first time writing long paragraphs for a fic! lol. let me know what you think. Xoxo, gi

– requests and asks are open!

[seokminfilm]

cutie 🧸 lee seokmin

🧸 pairing, lee seokmin x reader

🧸 warnings, non-idol au, very short, established relationship, boyfriend seokmin, seokmin calls reader lovie (new seokmin pet name unlocked??), skinship (face touching & hair playing), lots of kisses and giggles, whiny seokmin (the crowd cries and screams)

🧸 summary, if you had to make a list of the cutest things, your touch-starved, whiny boyfriend would be number one on that list.

🧸 author's note, missing seokmin hours are so bad right now so i need to write something 😭 hopefully this fic will ease me back into writing for seokmin cause I've been having writer's block for him lately and it's not fun 💔 praying that i can finally write dawn's seokmin college au fic this weekend!!

🧸 now playing, sherbet lobby (nicopatty, bxnji)

🧸 word count, 521 | for @kstrucknet

you find yourself lounging on the couch on a lazy saturday afternoon, home before your boyfriend as you wait for his arrival. he had gone to lunch with some of his college friends and was on his way home as he had just texted you about 15 minutes ago.

the sound of keys jingling the front door's lock pulls your attention away from your phone, and you smile as the door cracks open, revealing your brown-eyed boyfriend in the cutest sweater you think you've ever seen him wear.

"welcome home, seokkie." you smile softly, throwing your phone somewhere on the couch as you stand up, approaching your boyfriend.

"hi lovie," seokmin's usual sparkling eyes are slightly tired, and he makes his way over to you after dropping his leftover food on the countertop, body falling on top of you as his head lands in your lap. he's still upbeat, his smile beaming as you kiss his forehead, but he seems slower and ready to nap.

"how was lunch? you look sleepy," you tease, tapping the end of seokmin's sharp nose as he giggles. his smile lines appear when he chuckles, and you kiss the dimple on his cheek, fingers already combing through his hair as he sighs in pleasure.

"it was good, really yummy. i missed you so bad though─needed you so bad, lovie," seokmin mumbles, large hand on your bare thigh as he nuzzles his face into your legs. you giggle at his warm breath on your skin, hands still running through his styled hair.

"did you now?" you ask teasingly, and seokmin nods, a little whine escaping his lips as he kisses your bare thighs. giggling, you softly take seokmin's chin in your hand, turning him to look up at you as you trace his jawline.

seokmin's quickly falling into whatever slow spell you're putting on him, blinking becoming slower as he smiles up at you softly.

"you're such a cutie," you brush seokmin's bangs back from his face, and seokmin shakes his head, sighing as his warm cheek tickles your bare skin. his cheeks are slowly turning a light red, and even the tips of his ears perk up, shyness written all over his face as he giggles nervously, covering his face.

"stop, lovie." seokmin's low voice has a whine to it, and you're already on a teasing streak, unable to stop. your hands are all over seokmin's features, tracing his nose, eyebrows, and lips as if you're trying to memorize his beautiful features.

"sorry, minnie. i'll leave you alone," you nod, and seokmin shuts his eyes, peeking out of one a few seconds later as he clears his throat.

"you don't actually have to stop." seokmin mumbles, and you kiss his lips again, softly breathing against him as you pull away, a warm smile on your face as you continue to card your fingers through his dark hair.

"god, you're so, so cute, minnie. i don't know how you do it," you whisper, and seokmin chuckles lowly, finally falling quiet and letting you do your thing, treating him with care and affection the rest of the afternoon.

[xinganhao]

so cool 📢 seokmin x reader.

do you remember the kid you pretend-married on the playground? it would be nice to know how he's doing, right?

ⓘ part of my how is your youth? mini-series. includes: childhood friends, tooth-rotting fluff, pet names.

Lee Seokmin, musical theater actor. 27 years old.

👤 When you think of your youth, what do you think of?

⚔️ That assumes that my youth is over! [laughs] If we're talking about my childhood, well, that one was good. I was a happy kid. I associate that time of my youthfulness with the rain.

👤 A lot of people think the rain is a bad thing.

⚔️ Yeah, I guess! The rain can be pretty bad. But my wife— sorry, force of habit— [giggles, clears throat] my girlfriend and I met on a rainy day. So maybe that's why I have such fond memories of it. Say, have you heard about the first rain of May?

👤 I can't say I have, no.

⚔️ Right, so, there's this belief that the first rain of May has healing properties. Everyone who showers in that rain is said to find luck.

👤 And that's when you met your girlfriend?

⚔️ [giggles] Yes, that's when I met her. The first rain of May. I guess that means she's my healing and my luck, huh? Going back to your question— to me, my youth is rain-soaked love. One that perseveres and remains certain. In a way, I guess you could say... [falters]

👤 I could say...?

⚔️ She's going to laugh at me when she hears this. But it's true.

👤 That?

⚔️ She's my youth. All of it. But, most importantly— she's what I still have and want in the present. And isn't that worth weathering any storm for?

↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺ so cool by day 6. ribs by lorde. where'd all the time go? by dr. dog. audition (the fools who dream) by emma stone. stubborn love by the lumineers.

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[serejae]

DEAR, FUTURE HUSBAND | LSK

IN WHICH... Seokmin follows your guide to your perfect husband

[mylovesstuffs]

Little Hands, Big Hearts — Lee Seokmin

Genre: Non-idol au-ish, babysitter au and rom-com

Pairing: Seokmin × fem!reader

Content: Friends-to-lovers (?), babysitter & hot uncle, found family, single parent vibes (but he’s actually just an uncle), mutual pining, jealousy but cute, domestic fluff, protective love interest, small Joshua cameo (no dialogue), idol life elements (seokmin’s busy schedules), “i want to be someone important to you” confession

Word count: 2140 words

A/N: I actually had something else planned for his birthday, something much longer and (hopefully) better but Tumblr decided to be a piece of shit, and I physically cannot format it all in one sitting without losing my mind. So maybe next month (or the month after, knowing my luck). Anyway, when I realized mere hours before Dokyeom’s birthday, mind you—that my original post wasn’t happening, I had to speed-write this incredibly cliché thing instead. Am I satisfied with it? Absolutely not. Are we running with it anyway? Absolutely yes.

Huge, massive, life-saving thanks to @gyubakeries !!! I swear you are the only reason this got beta-ed last minute. I hope your pillows stay cold on both sides forever, your WiFi never betrays you, and you obliterate your exams. Ilysm, truly. I was fighting for my life with this schedule, and then Tumblr came in and delivered the final boss battle. But anyway happy belated birthday, DK! May your high notes always soar, your jokes always land, and your days be filled with nothing but love and warmth. Love you endlessly, you absolute gem of a human being! 💛🎉 And sorry in advance for whatever this is.

Babysitting wasn’t exactly the most glamorous job in the world but it paid the bills. Plus, you genuinely enjoyed spending time with kids. That’s why, when your friend recommended you to a new client who needed an occasional babysitter for his niece, you said yes without hesitation.

What you didn’t expect was that the ‘uncle’ you’d be working for was Lee Seokmin, the bright, cheerful vocalist of SEVENTEEN.

The first time you met him, he nearly tripped over the couch trying to grab his niece’s stuffed bunny before she could burst into tears. His energy was exactly what you imagined from someone who spent most of his time performing on stage.

“Hi! I’m Dokyeom,” he said, flashing a beaming smile that was so radiant it could rival the sun. “Thank you so much for helping out. I’d do it myself, but—”

“—You have a busy idol schedule,” you finished for him.

He blinked. “Yeah…exactly.”

His niece, Hana, was an absolute angel. She had his same bright smile and she grew fond of you immediately. You spent the next few weeks looking after her whenever Seokmin was busy with schedules and little by little, you saw different sides of him.

He wasn’t just the loud, happy-go-lucky guy everyone knew. He was also a doting uncle who could lull Hana to sleep with soft hums of ‘Circles’, and a surprisingly good cook when he had the time.

One night after a particularly long day, Seokmin returned home just as you were tidying up Hana’s toys. He let out an exaggerated sigh and collapsed onto the couch, covering his face with a pillow.

“Long day?”

“You have no idea,” he groaned, voice muffled. “But I kept thinking about Hana and—” He hesitated. “—and wondering if she gave you a hard time.”

You smiled. “She was great, as always. Though, she did insist I tell her a bedtime story about ‘Uncle Min and the Princess.’”

Seokmin peeked out from behind the pillow, eyes twinkling with interest. “Oh? And what happened in this story?”

You shrugged, playing along. “Well, Uncle Min was a very silly prince who made the princess laugh all the time.”

“Sounds accurate.”

“But then he got lost in a giant castle of laundry and the princess had to help him find his way out.”

Seokmin laughed, sitting up. “Okay, that part is true. My laundry pile is terrifying.”

The conversation melted into comfortable silence, the only sound being the soft breathing of Hana sleeping in the other room. After a moment, Seokmin glanced at you with a thoughtful look on his face.

“You’re really good with her,” he said softly. “I—uh, I really appreciate you.”

You felt warmth creep up your neck. “It’s my job.”

“I know, but…I think Hana really loves you.” He smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. “And I can see why.”

Your heart did a tiny flip at the way he looked at you, gentle and sincere. You quickly busied yourself with putting away the last of Hana’s toys, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way your face heated up.

Maybe Hana wasn’t the only one growing attached.

The weeks turned into months and before you knew it, babysitting Hana had become a regular part of your life and so had Seokmin.

You didn’t realize when the small moments started meaning more, when you started looking forward to his late-night returns just to chat about your day or when you found yourself laughing a little too much at his terrible dad jokes. Seokmin was always there. Bringing you snacks before he left for work. Texting to ask if Hana was behaving. Staying up an extra ten minutes just to keep you company before you left for the night. It was easy. It was natural. It was dangerous.

Because one evening after you put Hana to bed, Seokmin walked you to the door like he always did but this time, he hesitated.

“I, uh…I have a day off tomorrow,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hana’s been asking to go to the park and I figured…maybe you could come too?”

You blinked. “You want me to come? You don’t need a babysitter tomorrow.”

“I know,” he said, smiling sheepishly. “But I thought it’d be fun if we all hung out together. Y’know, as…friends.”

Friends. Right.

You ignored the way your heart did a stupid little flip and nodded. “Okay. That sounds fun.”

-

“Push me, push me!” she squealed.

You laughed, helping her up. “Okay, okay! But what about Uncle Min?”

Hana turned to Seokmin and pouted. “Uncle Min is too slow!”

Seokmin gasped-pouted. “Betrayal! How could you?”

Hana just giggled and you couldn’t help but shake your head. “She’s not wrong, though.”

Seokmin narrowed his eyes at you. “Oh, you’re in trouble now.”

Before you could react, he scooped you up, yes, actually lifted you off the ground and spun you in a circle.

You shrieked. “SEOKMIN! PUT ME DOWN!”

“Nope! You insulted my speed, now you must pay the price!”

Hana clapped her hands, cheering. “Again! Again!”

When he finally set you down, you were breathless from both laughter and the way his arms had felt way too strong around you. It was hot.

"You’re absolutely something else,” you muttered, smoothing your clothes.

Seokmin just grinned, completely unfazed.

The day continued with moments like that, Seokmin challenging you to silly races, losing horribly at rock-paper-scissors to Hana, and stealing your ice cream just to see you pout and somewhere in between all the teasing, the laughter, and the stolen glances, you felt something change. Maybe it was when Hana fell asleep in your lap during lunch and Seokmin just sat there watching with a soft unreadable expression. Or maybe it was when he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and said, ‘You’re really amazing with her. She adores you.’

Maybe it was just him.

And you were starting to fall.

You should have known that nothing could stay simple when Lee Seokmin was involved. Seokmin wasn’t just ‘Hana’s uncle’ anymore. He wasn’t just the funny, sunshine-filled idol who stumbled into fatherly duties with zero experience but a whole lot of love. He was…Seokmin. Your Seokmin. (Not that he actually was. But he could be. If only you were brave enough to admit what you were feeling.)

One evening after another long day of babysitting, you found yourself lingering. You weren’t sure why, because Seokmin had already come home, Hana was fast asleep, and yet…you just didn’t want to leave yet.

Seokmin sat on the couch, running a tired hand through his hair. He looked exhausted—schedules had been brutal lately but when he saw you standing awkwardly near the door, he smiled anyway.

“Leaving?” he asked, voice soft as usual.

“I…should,” you said, shifting on your feet but you didn’t move.

Seokmin noticed. Instead of saying anything, he patted the empty space next to him, an invitation. You hesitated for about three seconds before giving in.

As soon as you sat down, Seokmin sighed and leaned his head against your shoulder. Your heart nearly stopped.

“Just for a second,” he murmured, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. “I’m too tired to sit up straight.”

You should have told him to sit properly. You should have shoved him off before you lost your mind. Instead, you sat there frozen, too aware of his warmth, his scent, the soft rise and fall of his breathing.

“Hey.”

You hummed in response, too scared to actually speak.

“I was thinking,” Seokmin said, voice still quiet, still sleepy. “I like spending time with you. A lot.”

Your breath hitched.

“You’re great with Hana,” he continued, eyes still closed. “And I always feel better when you’re around.” He suddenly sat up and faced you, his expression unreadable. “And…I think—” He swallowed. “I think I—”

BANG.

A loud noise from Hana’s room made both of you jump apart.

Seokmin was on his feet instantly. “Hana?”

The moment was gone.

He rushed to check on his niece, leaving you sitting there, heart pounding, mind racing, stomach doing cartwheels. What had he been about to say? And why were you so scared to find out?

A few days later, you were out shopping when you ran into your ex. It wasn’t a big deal. Really, it wasn’t.

He was just some guy called Joshua from years ago and the relationship had ended on neutral terms. He saw you, waved, and you exchanged some small talk before parting ways. Simple. Harmless. Totally normal. But when you got back to Seokmin’s apartment, you knew something was off. He was acting weird. Not his usual ‘I just tripped over air’ weird. Weirder. Quieter. Sulkier.

And then as you were helping Hana with her drawing, he suddenly blurted out, “Who was that guy?”

“What?” You blinked animatedly.

“At the mall,” he said, not looking at you. “I saw you talking to some guy.”

Oh. “An ex,” you said simply. “It wasn’t a big deal.”

Seokmin nodded slowly, lips pressed together. “You seemed happy talking to him.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you…jealous?”

“Me? Pfft. No.” He scoffed, crossing his arms. “Why would I be jealous? I mean, we’re just—you’re just—”

You waited. He struggled.

Finally, he groaned, rubbing his face. “Okay. Maybe I’m a little jealous.”

Your heart did a very unhelpful little flip.

Seokmin exhaled and looked at you. “I don’t want to be just ‘Hana’s uncle’ to you,” his breath caught. “I want to be someone important to you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “The way you’re important to me.”

Silence. Your brain screamed at you to say anything but before you could, a tiny voice interrupted.

“Uncle Min,” Hana said, tugging his sleeve. “Stop making her sad.”

Both of you turned to her.

Seokmin paled. “I—I made her sad?”

Hana pouted. “She looks like she wants to cry.”

You did, honestly. But not for the reason she thought. Because finally, finally, you had your answer.

You swallowed hard and forced a smile, ruffling Hana’s hair to distract yourself. “I’m not sad, sweetheart. Your uncle just…surprised me.”

Hana looked between the two of you with that suspicious little squint of hers. Then she sighed dramatically, shaking her head. “Grown-ups are weird,” she muttered before skipping off to continue coloring.

Seokmin chuckled but when his gaze returned to you. “Hey,” he said. “Are you okay?”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “Yeah. Just…processing.”

Seokmin nodded slowly. “Take your time.”

And just like that, he gave you an out. No pressure. No expectations. Just him, waiting, hoping. Maybe that was what made you nervous the most.

-

A week passed and things were almost normal again. Except now, you were hyper-aware of everything Seokmin did. It was getting too much so when Zhang, one of your childhood friends, texted you out of the blue asking to catch up over coffee, you jumped at the chance. It was not a date and you made that very clear. But Seokmin didn’t get the memo.

When he saw you getting ready, actually putting in effort, wearing something cute, doing your hair, he panicked.

“Where are you going?” he asked, pretending to be casual about it.

You glanced at him. “Just meeting a friend for coffee.”

Seokmin squinted. “A friend?”

“Yeah.”

“A male friend?”

You smirked. “Why does that matter?”

“It doesn’t,” he said too quickly.

You bit back a laugh. “Seokmin. Are you jealous again?”

“No.” He crossed his arms. “I just…I just think you should be careful! What if this guy has bad intentions? What if he—”

“Zhang is married,” you interrupted, amused. “To a man.”

“Oh.”

You grinned. “Were you about to ask me not to go?”

He opened his mouth, closed it, then groaned, rubbing his face. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” You patted his cheek. Big mistake.

Because the second your fingers touched his skin, he grabbed your wrist, holding you in place. Your breath hitched. For a moment, neither of you moved. Neither of you breathed. Then, softly, so softly you almost missed it, Seokmin said, “If I asked you out, would you say yes?”

Your heart literally stopped.

He was still holding your wrist, thumb brushing absentmindedly against your pulse. If he could feel how fast it was beating, he wouldn't have to ask anything.

Slowly, you met his gaze. “Would you actually ask?”

He didn't say anything at first but responded a few seconds later, “Maybe.” His lips twitched. “Depends on if you’d say yes.”

You exhaled a laugh, shaking your head. “You’re so dumb.”

“And you still haven’t answered.”

You rolled your eyes but your smile gave you away. “Yeah, idiot. I’d say yes.”

Seokmin beamed. “Cool, cool. So, uh…” He cleared his throat. “Wanna go on a date tomorrow?”

You grinned. “Yeah. I do.”

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[woozivrse]

ways you show love to svt

it's always ways svt shows love to you, so i decided to do this! wrote it in 40min with some help of a friend :) thank u pooks!

cheolie— you indulge him

❣︎ okay that may sound weird but, when he's feeling a little whiny? you coddle him and kiss him better. he's dressing up kkuma and calling her his pretty princess? you agree and buy some lil accessories for her! you get the idea.

hannie— opening a bottle for him

❣︎ whether it be a water bottle or some other drink, these things can be a lil tough. it's a cute way to care, opening a drink for someone before handing it to them. he’ll always give you a cute smile when you do, thanking you with a kiss on the cheek.

shua— trying new hobbies with him

❣︎ we’ve seen how much he tries new hobbies, so you join him! he's making beaded bracelets and jewelry? you make some too! trying out air dry clay? you make a lil pinch pot to join his own. whatever it is, you're sitting there with him trying it out and laughing with him at any small mistakes you two make.

junhui— sending him messages throughout the day

❣︎ you know he's busy most of the time, but you want him to know how often you think of him. it could be a small thing, a picture of a flower you saw, or even just an emoji, you'll still send it to him, hoping he can feel all the love you're trying to convey. good morning and good night messages are sent daily, and a “hope you're eating well!” whenever you update him about your own meal is expected.

soonyoung— tucking him in when he falls asleep

❣︎ he's tired from his various schedules throughout the day, so sometimes he just falls asleep on the couch or on the bed, so you tuck him in! you’ll turn off whatever he was doing– watching tv, scrolling through his phone– and pull a blanket over him with a kiss to the forehead, hoping he rests well. it's likely you’ll wake him up within the hour too, just so he can get more comfy, doing his nightly routine with you and also getting into bed. even then, you tuck him in, hoping he knows how much you love him.

wonwoo— you game with him

❣︎ a lil cliche? yes, but i think he enjoys playing calmer, simpler games with you, like animal crossing new horizons or similar co-op games. maybe you two will even play a puzzle game together, as two minds are better than one and he enjoys doing these types of exercises with you.

jihoon— bringing him food

❣︎ he's busy and maybe a lil forgetful at times, so you take it upon yourself to make sure he's eating well. he might be locked up in the practice room– and if so, you’ll bring food for all the members, not just him– or in the universe factory so you bring him some food and company! you're there so often that those working at the company recognize you and give a friendly greeting.

minghao— you watch his little fashion shows

❣︎ with how well this man dresses, i have no doubt in my mind that he likes to create outfits at home and try them on, and whenever he does, you watch him! he’ll put together an outfit and walk out into the living room where you give him your compliments and tell him what you do and don't like, i think he’d like your honesty with it too. shower him in praise, yes, but give him your honest opinion on the outfit along with it.

mingyu— you'll keep him company while he's cooking

❣︎ personally, i don't cook, but i feel like it could be lonely? at times, doing it on your own. so, you decide to sit in the kitchen with him while he cooks! or if you can't be in the kitchen due to its size, you sit near it so you can talk to him comfortably. he likes having you taste test things, trying to make it perfectly to both of your tastes.

seokmin— you write things to him

❣︎ it's usually little notes, stuck in with his lunch or somewhere in his bag, but sometimes you like to write love letters to him. you could be the worst writer out there, or the best, and he'd keep and cherish every single one you give him. maybe this is how you show your affection best, as saying things to his face might make you shy.

seungkwan— peel oranges for him

❣︎ it's boo seungkwan we’re talking about here, so ofc i have to give him a peeled orange hello? it's a small gesture, peeling an orange for someone, but i think it's cute! you care for this person enough to get some orange peel under your nail and give them the fruits of your labor.

vernon— you listen to his music

❣︎ when i say this, i don't mean svt’s music or music he's personally taken part in, but his music taste. he’ll talk about an artist he’s recently been listening to and if you have the time, you'll immediately pull them up on your phone, ready to try them out. if you don't have the time, you note it down so you can listen to them and tell him your thoughts!

chan— you watch him dance

❣︎ yes, this could go for all of them, but i think since chan has spent most of his life dancing, it's a bit more meaningful for him. maybe you even join him sometimes! it doesn't matter either way, just you being there, enjoying the music and his dancing is enough for him. whenever he finishes a routine and you clap for him, he can feel his love for you grow more and more.

[chheolie]

dad seokmin forgot to keep his promise

seokmin was having one of those days where he planned to spend the entire afternoon entertaining his son with the most outlandish games he could think of. full of enthusiasm, he turned on the toy fire truck, which started zooming across the floor with its lights flashing and siren echoing throughout the room.

"look at this, buddy!" he exclaimed, excitedly, calling his little one over to watch the toy in action.

but to his surprise, his son, sitting on the floor with a surprisingly firm look, just crossed his arms and put on an expression that looked way too serious for a three-year-old. his little lips pushed out into a dramatic pout, as if he was experiencing the worst day of his life.

seokmin raised an eyebrow, confused, trying to decipher the unexpected reaction.

“is he mad about something? or maybe he just doesn’t like fire trucks anymore?” he thought, watching his son curiously.

determined to keep trying, he brought the truck closer and attempted to get him excited again.

"let’s put out the fire, son!" he said in an upbeat tone, waving the toy from side to side, trying to make it as fun as possible.

to his complete shock, the little boy, still with his pout intact, kicked the truck with his chubby foot, sending it sliding across the rug until it bumped against the couch leg. the kid’s angry face only grew, and the pout? somehow, it looked even bigger.

seokmin had to try really hard not to laugh. he felt his lips tremble with the urge to let out a chuckle, but he held it back. he didn’t want to make his little one any more upset.

"okay, my love… you don’t want to play with the fire truck," seokmin said in a softer, more paternal tone. "how about we go for a walk outside?" he suggested, smiling as if it was the most amazing idea ever.

the boy looked at his dad with a mix of disapproval and stubbornness, then turned his face away, crossing his arms even tighter.

seokmin sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling clueless. he tried everything he could think of – he even offered to go outside and watch the “big trucks” his son usually loved to see, but nothing worked. feeling at a loss and a little desperate, he finally picked up his phone to call for help from the real expert: his wife.

with quick fingers, he typed a message, and soon his phone buzzed with a reply.

seokmin: babe, help.

he saw the typing bubbles pop up and then the message appeared.

seokmin: i think i just became our son’s number one enemy. 😩😩

y/n: 🤨 really? why?

seokmin: he won’t talk to me. won’t play with his favorite fire truck, doesn’t even want to go outside…

y/n: did you ask him why? maybe it’s something important

seokmin: babe… he’s only three. how’s he supposed to know how to explain what he’s feeling? 🥺

y/n: 🙄 ASK HIM, seokmin.

seokmin was ready to finally fix the situation, but he couldn’t resist asking his son one more time, now that the little boy seemed a bit less upset.

"son, did daddy do something wrong? why are you so upset?" he gently held his son’s tiny shoulders. "is there anything daddy can do to make you not be mad anymore?"

the little boy looked at him, still pouting, and said in a slightly teary voice, "you… you pwomised… stwawbewwy ice cweam… and you fowgot!"

seokmin had to cover his mouth to hide his laughter. of course, it was about food! and he vaguely remembered mentioning something about ice cream the night before, but with all the excitement and games, he’d completely forgotten.

"oh, son… i’m really sorry! daddy forgot about the ice cream!"

seokmin quickly grabbed his phone and texted his wife, almost as if he needed her to witness what he’d just discovered.

seokmin: babe, he said it

seokmin: i promised him strawberry ice cream after lunch, can you believe it? 😩😩

almost immediately, her reply came in.

y/n: really? i’m a witness.

seokmin: i forgot i’d promised that 😳

seokmin: but… how could he remember that? he’s just a baby!

y/n: he’s your son, seokmin. your legacy: selective memory for sweets and pizza.

seokmin: 😅😅😅😅😅

y/n: give him his ice cream before he packs his bag to run away from home.

laughing at the thought of his son packing a bag and searching for a new home that took ice cream promises seriously, seokmin headed to the kitchen to prepare the long-awaited treat. he grabbed a small bowl, added a few scoops of strawberry ice cream, and went all out: strawberry syrup, colorful sprinkles, and of course, a cherry on top. he carried the bowl back to the living room like it was a trophy, still imagining which uncle his son might ask for refuge with. maybe vernon? surely he wouldn’t forget a promise.

"here it is, buddy! your strawberry ice cream, with everything you deserve!"

the little boy, now with bright eyes, immediately dropped his pout and grabbed the bowl with both tiny hands, amazed by what he saw.

"yummy!" he said, fully focused on the ice cream and visibly happy.

seokmin crouched down beside him and asked hopefully, "so… do you forgive me for forgetting?"

the child nodded, but he was so engrossed in the ice cream that seokmin wasn’t sure if the forgiveness was genuine or just temporary. the ice cream was clearly priority number one.

he quickly sent another message to y/n.

seokmin: he forgave me…

seokmin: but i’m not sure we’re totally okay yet… i think his heart’s still divided between the ice cream and the grudge.

y/n: hahaha, i’m glad for you, babe.

seokmin watched as his son enjoyed the ice cream, and with each spoonful, the little boy let out a happy “mmm!” while seokmin watched, relieved to have made things right.

when his little one finished, he held up the empty bowl and grinned.

"was it good?" seokmin asked, smiling back at him.

"good, good!" he replied with his sweet little voice and eyes shining with joy.

suddenly, the boy got up, handed the bowl back to seokmin without much ceremony, and ran over to the fire truck still sitting on the floor.

"wooo woo woo woo!" he started imitating the fire truck siren with excitement, waving his dad over to join the game.

seokmin wasted no time. he ran to the kitchen to put the bowl down and, in seconds, was back in the living room, ready for the new mission to save the world. he pretended to put on an invisible firefighter helmet and gave his son a salute.

"firefighter seokmin reporting for duty!" he announced with a determined, goofy expression. "what’s the emergency, chief?"

his son held onto the toy truck, looking at him with serious little eyes.

"fire! big fire! daddy, come!" he shouted, running around the room with the truck while seokmin followed, pretending to turn on a siren.

the house transformed into a "fire station," and the two of them spent the next several minutes saving stuffed animals from the imaginary blaze.

seokmin: babe, we’re friends again

seokmin: we’re playing firefighters

y/n: alright, mr. firefighter, don’t make promises you won’t remember to keep

seokmin: 🫡🫡🫡