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𝒾𝓋 ┆ ᙆz (승민) : STARS AND RAINDROPS “ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖’𝑑 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢. ” ── your crush-best friend asks for your precious help to confess to his crush.

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yani's note ˖˙ ᰋ love making myself cry of sadfics hshsh. not too motivated to write a lot for now (personal things, relationships and family) :c, will be posting my drafts for a while, hope you guys understand! taglist for all fics/this series is open, so are requests. i'll try to stay as consistent as i can ;3. comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated ! happy reading <3

the girl sat cross-legged on her bed, fingers delicately strumming the electric guitar as her macbook sat open beside her. the soft hum of the amplifier filled the room as she plucked out a melody that had been swirling around in her mind for days.

her loungewear, a pair of loose grey shorts and a snug white camisole, clung to her skin comfortably. her hair was messily pulled back into a bun, a few rebellious strands slipping free, brushing against the black frames of her glasses perched on her nose.

the faint glow of her side lamp illuminated the clutter around her. scattered pages from her journal were splayed across the bed, some scribbled with music notes, others filled with bits of lyrics and ideas. the scent of lavender lingered in the air, wafting from the diffuser on her nightstand. it was a cozy, creative chaos—her safe haven from the world outside.

a soft knock on the door jolted her out of her focus. she blinked, glancing at the door, and then back at the document she was working on. the knock came again, more insistent this time.

“come in,” she called out.

the door opened, and standing there, in his typical nonchalant style, was her dear dorm mate. he was dressed casually, dark trousers and a faded band tee, hair slightly tousled as if he’d just rolled out of bed.

but there was something in his expression that made her pause – a slight hesitation that didn’t usually accompany his presence.

“hey,” he greeted softly, dragging himself over to her bed, where a mess of sheet music and notebooks were scattered across the duvet. with a half-hearted attempt, he shuffled some papers to the side before collapsing onto the bed, resting his head on his hand as he lay on his side.

his eyes darted briefly to her glasses before flicking back to her face. “am i interrupting?”

she barely glanced at him. “mmm, no. just working on a music file.” her gaze was glued to the screen, glasses slipping slightly down the bridge of her nose as her brows furrowed in focus.

he nodded, glancing around at the organised mess. the soft, rhythmic strumming of the guitar still lingered in the air, mixing with the sound of the rain that had finally begun to patter gently against the window.

“well, don’t you look extra gorgeous today!” he awkwardly cheered, to which the girl simply raised an eyebrow, knowing the look all too well ; despite the slight hue of crimson heating up her cheeks.

“what do you want, lover boy?” she groaned, glancing at him over the rim of her glasses.

“can’t i just wanna spend some time with the bestest dorm-mate of mine, yeah?”

“quit it.”

“fine, fine.”

there was a brief pause as he gathered his thoughts, his gaze fixed on the floor before he looked up and met her eyes. “i wanted your.. help..?”

“with?” she spoke, her words slightly muffled as she held the cap of her black pen between her teeth, scribbling down onto her journal, eyebrows knit.

“i was thinking of asking eunha out tomorrow. at the beach.”

her heart stuttered in her chest. the words felt like a blow, knocking the wind out of her lungs, but she kept her expression neutral.

she blinked once, twice, processing what he’d said. seungmin asking eunha out. the very thought made her stomach twist into knots, and for a moment, she wasn’t sure if the ache in her chest was physical or emotional.

probably both.

“oh,” she finally managed to say, her voice more steady than she expected. “that’s… great.” she forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

he didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he didn’t say anything. instead, he let out a small breath of relief.

“yeah, i’ve been thinking about it for a while, and… i don’t know. tomorrow feels like the right time, you know?”

she nodded absentmindedly, her mind elsewhere. she was zoning out, slipping into that space where everything felt surreal, like she was watching a scene play out from a distance, detached.

of course, it made sense. he had feelings for eunha, everyone knew that, and she knew herself that one day he would ask her out, right? the way he looked at her, the way his attention always seemed to gravitate toward her whenever they were together.

“right… tomorrow,” she echoed, her voice light, almost too casual.

seungmin shifted closer to her, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “i’m not really sure how to ask, though. i mean, you’re better at this kind of thing than i am.”

the girl’s fingers stilled on the guitar strings, the last note lingering in the air before it dissolved into the soft hum of rain outside. she stared at seungmin for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly behind her glasses as she processed what he had just said.

seungmin, oblivious to the subtle change in her mood, shifted on her bed, his dark eyes scanning her face with an expectant look, waiting for some words of wisdom. "come on," he prodded. "you've always been good at reading people. and you're honest. just tell me what works and what doesn't."

the girl blinked, biting down on the inside of her cheek to keep from letting her real thoughts slip out.

honest? you really want honesty, seungmin?

she sighed internally, glancing away from him, her heart tightening as if someone had tied a knot around it. she didn't need to think twice about why it bothered her—why the thought of him asking eunha out made her stomach churn.

but instead of voicing the frustration bubbling beneath the surface, she offered him a deadpan, shifting gears into sarcasm to mask the internal turmoil.

“seungmin,” she began, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose with her index finger, “i’ve rejected three guys and dated one only to break up with him in a week. i’m hardly a pro in romance here.”

not to mention my agenda and immense love for unrequited love.

seungmin chuckled awkwardly at her words, running a hand through his hair. “yeah, but maybe those rejections were, like, super graceful. maybe they thought they were better off without you.”

she shook her head, stifling a laugh. “sure. if by ‘graceful’ you mean brutally honest to the point of soul-crushing.”

“oh, come on, y/n,” seungmin groaned, flopping back dramatically against her pillows, arms folded behind his head. “okay, maybe you’ve not always been the most… tactful when it comes to feelings, but you’re a woman. eunha’s a woman. you know what women like!”

y/n blinked at him, her expression a mix of disbelief and amusement. she scrunched her nose at his fumbling attempt to appeal to her supposed “womanly wisdom,” but decided against commenting. there was no need to kick a puppy when it was already down.

“don’t look at me like that,” seungmin whined, covering his face with one hand. “i’m serious. i really, really like her, y/n, and i swear i have no idea what to say without fumbling every word. you’re the only person i love and know who’s smart enough to help me not look like an idiot. jisung is not helpful by the way.”

he met her gaze then, his eyes softening, and she felt the familiar sting in her chest.

“please?”

y/n sighed, closing her laptop with a soft click and finally turning to face him fully. “you’re cheesy as fuck.”

he grinned, grateful for her surrender. “so? what would your ideal proposal be?”

she stared at him, her lips twisting into a wry smile.

she sighed deeply, glancing away from his eager gaze. the question hung in the air, and she wrestled with the urge to give an honest answer, one that would reveal far more than she was ready to admit. she swallowed hard, pushing her emotions back down where they belonged.

“i don’t know,” she spoke, her tone more casual now as she leaned back into the pile of pillows on her bed. “maybe something simple. people overthink this kind of thing.”

he watched her intently, his brows knitting together as he waited for her to elaborate. “simple?” he asked, as if the concept was foreign to him.

“yeah, like…” she paused, staring at the ceiling as she thought. “you know, no big speeches or anything. just… be honest. be yourself. you’re not bad with words when you’re not trying so hard.”

he chuckled, his expression softening. “you think so?”

she nodded, smiling faintly. “yeah. you tend to overcomplicate things when you get nervous. just keep it real.”

seungmin’s lips twitched into a frown, “are you sure?”

“i mean, you asked me for my advice, romeo. i’m no love guru, don’t come crying to me if she rejects you.” she deadpanned.

seungmin rolled his eyes, his tone turning mockingly dramatic. “hey, don’t give me the ‘just be yourself’ line. i need specifics! should i bring her flowers? maybe a pick-up line? what’s the game plan?”

the girl groaned theatrically, leaning back against her headboard, her guitar resting beside her. “you’ve been watching too many rom-coms, min.”

she sighed, “this isn’t a drama. you don’t need a ‘game plan.’ just… talk to her. you’ve known her for, what, a year and a half now? you’ve already got the foundation. just build on that.”

seungmin looked thoughtful for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly. "but what if i say the wrong thing? what if i—"

“–what if she morphs into a werewolf and eats you alive mid-sentence?” she interrupted, deadpanning.

"i'm serious!"

“i am too. you’re overthinking this, as usual. just tell her what you feel—straightforward, no fluff. trust me, she seems like the type who’ll appreciate that more than some grand gesture.”

he looked at her, his expression softening. “you really think so?”

her heart gave a painful lurch, but she ignored it, nodding. “yeah. i think she’d appreciate you being honest with her. no pretence. no gimmicks.”

“or you could try serenading her, by maybe one of your own songs or– any song of an artist she likes?”

the room fell into a brief silence, save for the soft pitter-patter of the rain outside and the faint buzz of her amplifier. her gaze drifted to the window, where droplets of rain clung to the glass, streaking downward in winding paths. she found herself wishing, absurdly, that she could melt away into the rain—disappear, if only for a moment, to escape the conversation she wasn’t quite sure she could handle.

“wait, you’re a genius!”

seungmin sat up, ruffling the girl’s hair. “i’ll sing and play one of my songs during the campfire at the beach tomorrow, then ask her out when we’re alone!”

she briefly nodded, her gaze shifting to her guitar.

“okay,” he said after a long pause, his voice steady now. “i’ll do it. tomorrow. i’ll ask her.”

she forced a smile, her chest tightening once more. “great! you’ll do fine. now get out.”

he flashed her a grateful grin, his whole face lighting up in that way that used to make her smile back reflexively—but now, it only served as a reminder of everything she couldn’t say. "thanks, y/nnie. you always know what to say."

“yeah, yeah,” she muttered, picking her guitar back up and absentmindedly plucking at the strings again.

she nodded, her focus turning back to the guitar, fingers gliding over the strings. seungmin watched her for a moment, the soft strumming of the guitar filling the silence between them.

“i don’t get how you do it, you know,” he mused, his voice quieter now, more contemplative. “you’re always so… put together.”

“didn’t i tell you to get out?”

“hey, no, i know, just–” his hand went through his hair, as he continued.

“you just seem… unaffected by everything. like, no matter what’s happening, you’re always calm. always in control.”

she swallowed, keeping her gaze fixed on the guitar. “yeah, well, i guess i’m just good at hiding the cracks.”

there was a pause. “we all have cracks, don’t we?”

she shrugged, her voice carefully casual. “maybe. but some of us are better at covering them up than others.”

he didn’t respond, but she could feel his eyes on her, studying her in that quiet, observant way he sometimes did when he was thinking about something important. she kept strumming the guitar, letting the music drown out the unspoken tension that hung between them like a thick cloud.

“y/nnie,” he said suddenly, his voice softer than before, “i appreciate you, you know that?”

she glanced at him, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. “of course,” she replied lightly, masking the flutter in her chest with a small smile. “who else would put up with you?”

he chuckled, but there was a gentleness in his gaze that made her stomach flip. “i’m serious. you’re always there for me. even when i don’t deserve it.”

he smiled, standing up, ruffling her hair once again, before waving his hand and leaving her room with a quick good night.

she felt the weight of his words settling into the space that the two once shared, and for a brief, fleeting moment, she allowed herself to imagine what it would be like if things were different—if the words he had spoken weren’t for someone else.

but reality, as always, came crashing back down, and she pushed the thought away with a quiet sigh.

“like i said,” she murmured, her eyes fixed on the strings, “i’m good at covering the cracks, even when they’re not mine.”

the rain continued to fall outside, a steady rhythm against the window, as the girl continued to just.. continue, to exist.

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yaniluvs · 2 months ago

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𝒾𝒾𝒾 ┆ 𖡎 (승민) : STARS AND RAINDROPS “ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖’𝑑 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢.. ” ── great, your crush-best friend just invited his crush to your hangout.

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𓍯 bsf!seungmin ʚଓ fem!reader ：（ 𝒾 ） 1.5k ── ༯ SERiES, angst, mature, fluff, comfort, petnames, unrequited love, melancholy, one sided, skz ensemble, music students, happy ending, trio of seungsung and reader, uni au. ⸝⸝𓂃 LiBRARY. /ᐠ.ꞈ.ᐟ\ྀིྀི

yani's note ˖˙ ᰋ fun chapter, jisung yapping as usual, had fun writing this heh. taglist for all fics/this series is open, so are requests. i'll try to stay as consistent as i can ;3. comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated ! happy reading <3

the three strolled to the small bench they always shared in the garden, ice creams in hand, the air around them thick with the scent of rain that had yet to fall. jisung, as usual, was full of energy, bouncing between topics as if the silence were something to be defeated. seungmin, in contrast, was quiet, his eyes scanning the horizon as he occasionally chimed in with a wry remark or two.

the girl had quietly sat on the bench, slightly apart from them, her journal in her lap as her eyes drifted across the pages. she wasn’t writing, not yet—just flipping through the fragments of her thoughts. she wasn’t in the mood to speak much, and she didn’t have to.

as y/n sat quietly on the bench, flipping through the pages of her journal, seungmin and jisung sprawled out on the grass nearby.

"do you think you'd survive in a zombie apocalypse?" jisung asked suddenly, taking a big bite of his ice cream as he glanced over at seungmin.

the guy raised an eyebrow, wiping his mouth. “where in the world did that come from?” and the squirrel-guy just shrugged in response.

slightly side-eyeing the guy beside him, seungmin spoke. "you? in a zombie apocalypse?" he scoffed. "you’d trip over your own feet before a single zombie even showed up."

and jisung gasped in exaggerated offence. “excuse me? i have incredible survival instincts. i’d be the last one standing, okay? you’d be the one complaining about the lack of the internet.”

seungmin rolled his eyes, leaning back on his hands. "first of all, i won’t even need wifi. and second, you’d be too busy vlogging the whole thing to actually fight off zombies."

jisung groaned, dramatically clutching his chest, whining. “y/n look, he’s being mean again for no reason.”

the girl briefly looked up at the call of her name, seemingly distracted, before looking back to her journal, “whatever min said,” she babbled randomly, clearly not knowing the convo.

seungmin laughed at the guy’s dumbfounded expression, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“it’s because i’m the heart of this friend group, that’s why,” jisung said, puffing out his chest with mock pride. “without me, everything would be boring and depressing. admit it, min. you’d miss me if i got eaten by zombies.”

seungmin laughed, shaking his head, when the girl spoke again, her gaze fixed onto the book on her lap. “ji, he probably wouldn’t even notice your absence.”

“touché,”

jisung huffed, throwing his hands in the air. “i bet you would notice, though, y/nnie!” he glanced over at her, but she was back to quietly writing in her journal, completely immersed.

seungmin followed jisung’s gaze and gave a small smile before turning back to him. "she’d probably miss you just so she could have someone to make fun of."

"well?" jisung grinned triumphantly. "even my insults have value. i provide endless entertainment."

seungmin shook his head, but the smile on his face lingered. “you’re lucky i tolerate you.”

“oh, come on, you love me,” jisung teased, leaning over and nudging seungmin with his shoulder. "i’m your favourite, right?"

seungmin leaned away, narrowing his eyes. "you’re… tolerable. barely."

“wow,” jisung said, rolling his eyes, “you really know how to make a guy feel special, min.”

"i aim to please," seungmin deadpanned.

as the golden hour bathed the park in a soft, amber hue, the brunette’s gaze wandered across the sprawling canvas of the evening. the air was cool, tinged with the faint scent of summer blooms, and the distant murmur of city life seemed like a gentle backdrop to the moment.

then his eyes fell upon the girl, seated on the worn wooden bench beneath a sprawling oak tree. her presence was an understated symphony against the natural beauty around her.

her dark hair, flowing in silky waves, caught the dying light like a raven’s feather dipped in twilight. the strands framed her face with a certain grace, slipping through her fingers as she adjusted her position, her movements delicate and unhurried.

her soft, azure blouse draped over her shoulders like a whisper, the fabric catching the wind with a subtle shimmer. she seemed to merge seamlessly with the twilight, her attire complementing her poised, yet introspective demeanour.

in that moment, she appeared both serene and distant, her focus entirely absorbed by the journal cradled in her lap.

the famous journal, a leather-bound book with a hint of wear along the edges, was a vessel of her thoughts and dreams. her slender fingers danced over the pages with practised ease, every movement imbued with a silent intensity.

her brow furrowed ever so slightly, the tip of her pen moving in graceful arcs that spoke of her inner world—one that he could only glimpse through the quiet reflection in her eyes, as she bit down onto yet another pepero.

her tinted lips, that wrapped so neatly around the chocolate coated stick, shortening with each nibble.

seungmin felt an unfamiliar twinge in his chest, a fleeting sense of admiration that mingled with the evening’s tranquil melancholy.

he observed her with a gaze that was tender yet distant, like a painter admiring a muse through the veil of a dream.

there was a beauty in her quiet solitude, in the way she seemed to be lost in a realm of her own making, untouched by the external world.

yet, as he watched her, a subtle, yet firm realisation anchored itself in his thoughts.

his heart, despite the gentle stirrings of affection he felt in her presence, was already attuned to another melody.

the truth was a quiet storm within him, a reminder of the emotions that tethered him elsewhere. the affection he felt for her was like a soft echo in the recesses of his mind, but it was clear and unequivocal that his heart had already chosen a different path.

the knowledge was both comforting and bittersweet.

he appreciated the serene beauty she brought to the world, her presence like a soothing balm in the complexities of life.

but his own affections lay elsewhere, woven into the fabric of his own reality.

he knew, as he continued to watch her, that his admiration was tempered by a reality he could not ignore.

or could he just not see.. beyond her.

with a gentle sigh, he turned his gaze away from the girl, letting the evening’s shadows deepen around him.

he allowed himself to be drawn back into the conversation with jisung and the fading light of day, carrying with him the quiet appreciation for a friend who, in her own way, had captured a moment of his heart’s fleeting tenderness.

they stayed like that, the sun slipping lower in the sky, casting soft orange hues across the horizon as the impending storm still held off in the distance.

as the sky began to fade out of twilight, jisung stood up, stretching dramatically. “hey, what do you two think about hitting the beach tomorrow? i could use some peace and fun.”

seungmin turned to her, a soft, unreadable look in his eyes. “what d’ya think? up for it?”

the girl looked up, her brows raised slightly as she closed her journal, placing it back into her bag. “the beach? tomorrow?” she glanced back at the guy who suggested it, who only shrugged.

“yeah, i mean,” he began, “it’s a friday, we’ve all been pretty busy with uni, especially you, by the way. and it’d seem like a good time-off!”

“he’s right, you know,” the brown haired guy nudged her lightly, his left hand resting on her right shoulder. “you deserve a break, just for an evening.”

she turned her gaze towards him, eyes softening slightly, the hesitation melting away. “fine. when are we leaving?”

about 10 minutes later.

a familiar voice chimed in, pulling all three of their gazes toward the entrance of the garden. felix and eunha strolled over, waving as they approached.

“hey, you guys! what’s up?” felix grinned, his sunshine energy as contagious as ever.

jisung waved back with a grin, seungmin simply nodding in annoyance. “oh, lix, eunha, hey!”

the two approached the group, joining them on the grass. some time passed.

“we’re actually planning to head to the beach tomorrow evening. you guys wanna tag along?” seungmin asked, his tone casual but his eyes on y/n.

felix's face lit up immediately. "i'm so down. eunha?"

eunha smiled, nodding. "sounds perfect."

the girl quietly sat onto the bench, looked up at the conversation, her jaw clenching the tiniest bit.

why in the world did he have to invite them?

it’s like she doesn’t even exist anymore – not that it matters but yeah.

another day, with eunha tagging along.

another day of seungmin trying terribly to gauge her attention.

another stupid day of stolen glances at seungmin that y/n wasn’t sure anyone else noticed—or cared about.

she had been waiting for the day, despite the hesitation. but now that eunha’s coming, she might as well skip, it wouldn’t make a difference, would it?

but she couldn’t, not to her closest pair of friends anyway.

“yay..” she cheered quietly, a faint smile playing on her lips as she tucked her journal into her bag.

but inside, she was already bracing herself for the next day, hoping the beach wouldn’t be just another backdrop to the feelings she could never quite express.

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