#choi sumin imagines

[sminiac]

BESTIE I NEED YOU TO HEAR ME OUT

xikers reaction to you wearing lingerie for the first time?

U r the best writer on this app fr

💌 — BFF!!! I cannot accept this compliment in good conscience when I have the mutuals that I have, but it makes me incredibly happy that you’re enjoying the stuff that I put out :,) LOTS OF LOVE!!! (I can’t tell if this is okay or not, but I’m posting so…)

Warnings — NSFW focused, light smut, MDNI.

Minjae would be so incredibly taken aback, like he’s just so mesmerized to the point that he barely remembers that he’s physically in front of you until you’re poking at him, asking if he’s okay, and like- no???? The type to feel like it’s his first time being intimate with you again, shaky hands and stuttered words cut short by the haste of trying to settle his breathing back into a comfortable pace before you start noticing. Once he gets over the initial shock of seeing you in something so revealing it’s all he can ever think about, asking for pictures frequently, even when he’s working. It’s just- how could the mental image ever leave that pretty head of his once he’s seen it for himself, experienced it.

“Can you say something?” His gaze is fixated, unwavering even as you’re subconsciously starting to curl in on yourself from the fear of his sudden and intense silence. “Anything?” You squeak, hands wrinkling the thin fabric as they slide to cover the parts of you his eyes repeatedly flit between. Before you’re able to succeed in your feeble attempt to shield away, his hand gently catches at your wrist, silently easing it further back until he can see all of you again. “Don’t- just. I just need to take all of you in, for a minute, if you don’t mind?” The words scramble together in a careless attempt, he just needs more time, that’s all it is, needs the image of you splayed out so pretty to be burned into his retinas so that he’ll never have to conjure up the sight from scratch again.

“You’re everything, you know that? My pretty girl.”

Junmin is the type to be shy with his words but confident in his hands, poor thing can’t get a full sentence out without being accompanied by stuttering and taking back words because the way he strung them together didn’t quite convey the way he’s feeling, but could he ever? All while words tangle at his tongue his hands move to touch you with a surprisingly firm grip, he doesn’t tremble, he isn’t hesitant, he knows that you’re his to touch, why would lingerie change that? No way he doesn’t have a thing for those diaphanous babydoll’s, specifically likes having you ride him in them, watching through the delicate coloured fabric as you’re repeatedly swallowing down his cock.

“You’re- this, this is what your surprise is?” He’s got his lower face nestled into the crook of his arm, knowing that if it were to be shown you’d laugh at how evidently warm he’s gotten in the matter of seconds. “You don’t like it? I thought it was, pretty.” You catch a glimpse at yourself in the mirror, smoothing out the thin mesh, unabashed as you adjust it around the seams, meanwhile Junmin is sitting like stone on the bed, fighting with himself over allowing himself to fully take you in or to keep awkwardly looking away from you every few seconds. You’re his girlfriend though, he could stare without there being any repercussions, right? Without it being weird, you wouldn’t mind, surely. He continues eyeing you up through the mirror, eventually quietly asking of you to come to him, that he just: “wants a better look.” Shifting himself to sit at the edge of the bed, guiding you to stand between his legs, your back to him so you can watch through the mirror as he inspects the small embellishments he couldn’t see as well from afar, the delicate lace detailing that lines the bust. He thinks you make the set even prettier, just wants you to admire it too while his fingers are fucking into you, eyes suddenly not so shy.

Before Sumin actually sees you in lingerie he’d sometimes make passing comments about someday wanting to, walking past a certain store in the mall? He’s shameless in pointing out certain pieces through the windows, even going as far as to explain that he thinks you’d look good in certain colours, patterns, cut. Isn’t shy about the specifics at all, which is why he has the biggest grin on his face seeing you in familiar looking panties paired with a similarly style of bra, a thin silk robe with intricate patterns haphazardly balanced on your shoulders. Think he definitely has a thing for silk, there’s this thought that’s been rotting in my head that he he buys silk ribbon, uses it in the bedroom on you, but also as a sort of outfit accessory in public, lol. He’d have a thing for those crazy detailed sets, like the ones with garter belts, lace, ribbon etc.

“So you did get it, I was wondering why you were so short with me when I called.” Whatever was on his phone couldn’t be less important than it is now, it falls from the tips of his fingers into the soft comforter, fuck, he could’ve thrown it across the room and not blinked twice. “You wouldn’t shut up about it, big mouth.” You pull out a chuckle, though it sounds distant, like the sound you make when you can’t tell exactly what the other persons saying so you laugh in hopes that it fits the context, he doesn’t regard it, his hands just need to be everywhere, anywhere. “You can put it to use then.” Guiding you into the bed, his eyes move in the same fashion that his fingers do as they run across your skin, slipping under the thin band of your underwear, he runs it all the way to the round of your hip before he goes still. “Take this off.” He says, already so eager, making his own work of it before you have the chance, “But- I thought this is what you wanted?”

“Don’t care, you look too good, just needta’ fuck you. Now.”

Jinsik, sweet boy, would be so constant and loose lipped with his praise. Maybe only briefly mentioned it once or twice, but never explicitly stated that he’d want you in something so scandalous, even if it’s just for a night, but he gets so giddy when you’re telling him to take off one of his over sized shirts you’ve thrown on top to keep the surprise hidden, the lace details so pretty under the tips of his fingers as he drags the hem of his shirt further up your torso, the more that’s revealed the more strained he’s becoming in his sweats. The type to want to make you the focus of the night, because you’re so sweet, dressing up just for him, will want to let you know how appreciative he is.

“You’re not real,” he breathes, eyes nervously darting from your face and back down to the slow motion of his arm that works his shirt up and out of the way. “there’s no way.” You’re giggling in his ear, a hand idly rubbing through his soft hair, keeping the ends from falling over his eyes, but he’s far too entranced to care. “You’re so dramatic.” His tongue wets at his lip to keep the words flowing steady, cause if not then they’d surely lodge into the back of his throat seeing the way the trim of your bra hugs at the top of your breasts. “Can I… I’m allowed to touch you?” The front of his brows raise, his eyes big, cute as he silently pleads with you. “‘s is all for you, I’d hope that you’re allowed.” His irises roll, the corner of his mouth pulling into a crooked grin, but his fingers keep moving, feather light, almost teasing.

“You don’t even realize that you’ve got me wrapped around your finger. Tell me what to do next, please baby- tell me what you need.”

I think out of all of them, Hyunwoo would be the most collected, manages to keep a level head despite how raptured he is with you. I think he’d also be the most nonchalant, yet confident in bringing up lingerie, the type to be comfortable to talk with about it while not having to worry about him dropping dizzy to the floor once the pieces are actually laid out in front of him. Wants you to know that whatever you’re comfortable with, what you feel good in, is more than enough for him.

“You’re already making me hard.” His head curls into his shoulder, watching as you wrestle off your clothes that were purposely thrown on top, knees dug securely into the mattress beside to keep you steady in your hurried attempt. “I haven’t even taken this off yet.” His hand moves to rest over the top of your thigh, thumb rubbing warm circles into your skin, sighing, “I know, but it’s the fact that I know what’s under. You can’t blame me, you’re just so attractive in general.” He’s offering to help undress you, but only because you’re taking so long by yourself, and his hips are starting to subconsciously roll at the thought of what’s yet to come. Plants wet kisses anywhere he can possibly reach once he’s got you laid out, secretly just wanting a closer look, to get a feel, because tonight will certainly be on replay in his head for months on end. The following weeks he’s trying to subtly get you into lingerie as often as he can, becomes a real sucker for taking you shopping for new sets.

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[lil-elle]

A Waking Nightmare

group: xikers

pair: sumin x gn!reader

genre: angst, lil fluff, best friends to lovers

word count: 3.1k

content: blood, mentions of death, mild description of injuries, coarse language

a/n: sumin isn't even my bias and the part at the end gave me butterflies omo

“Sumin!” Your voice was swallowed up by loud rumbling and cracking of the building walls as you clung desperately to your best friend sitting next to you.

Who knew how quickly a normal school day could be turned on its head? Your normal lunchtime routine of hanging out with Sumin in the stairwell, snug in a little space underneath the stairs you and him discovered one day while skipping class, had suddenly become a nightmare as pieces of concrete continuously chipped off from from the sheer force of quaking earth.

You felt one of Sumin's strong arms encircle your body as he used the other to pull your head into his chest, shielding you. Your own screams felt like a distant sound, as if coming from someone else a few rooms down rather than your own throat. Your lungs felt hot as you coughed harshly from the dust being thrown around the two of you, your hands gripping his shirt.

You almost convinced yourself the shaking would never stop, that this was some punishment for skipping class, being rude to your mom, not telling your best friend, Sumin, how you really felt about him. You don't even remember when you had started crying, the tears on your face hot and speckled with dust and debris.

When everything finally stopped moving and you came to your senses, you felt completely trapped, eyes shut in fear as sobs continued to tear from your throat. “This is it. I'm going to die here today.” You thought as your body trembled from adrenaline pumping through your veins. Your breaths were erratic and the loud beating of your heart made your ears feel like they were ringing.

A gentle touch to your cheek made your eyes crack open involuntarily, the view in front of you blurred by your still flowing tears and the puffiness of your eyelids. And yet, despite the blur, the familiar golden head of hair in front of you helped to calm your heart and come to your senses a little.

“S-S-Sumin!” Your voice was shaky and unsteady, still fighting the coughs and sobs that wanted to bubble up from your chest. You unclenched your now sore and cramping fingers from his shirt and gently touched your fingertips to his cheek, dust from the crumbling walls forming a layer over his soft skin. That's when you realised that one of his arms was still wrapped strongly around you, the two of you so close that his forehead was pretty much leant against yours. He'd removed his other arm from behind your head and his hand had settled on the side of your face, thumb continuing to wipe tears from your cheeks and eyes in a gentle way that was out of character from his usual rough nature.

That's when your eyes really came into focus, adjusting to the now darkness and registering Sumin's strained face leaning over you, eyebrows pulled tight in obvious pain, hair ashy from the collapsing walls, and a deep red dripping from the top of his head all the way down his nose bridge. Blood.

“F-fuck. Sumin!?” You let your eyes wander the area around the two of you and finally realised just how caved in you were, the small space you had once appreciated as a little private area for you and him now being a pocket sealed by large fallen chunks of concrete, all of which Sumin had taken the brunt of directly to his back and head while protecting you. A deep hot guilt and fear grew in your stomach as your hands held and poked at his face and shoulders as if trying to panickedly inspect him for injuries, of which you had no idea how many he could have, while you lay completely unscathed in his protective hold. You couldn't hold back your sobs anymore as a drop of his blood fell from the tip of his nose onto your cheek. You found your breath picking up again as you began sobbing out his name over and over, as if saying it enough would turn back the time or heal all of his wounds. Your mind was racing, half of it looking for an escape with the other half screaming desperately for this whole thing to be a nightmare and for you to wake up already.

“Hey…” A deep, gravelly voice cut through your panic, and your eyes opened again as your breathing began to slow at the sight of a pained smile on his face. You felt angry. Angry at yourself that he could smile in this situation when you could do nothing but scream and cry. Angry at yourself that he was willing to take the full force of everything just to protect you. You didn't deserve that protection.

Your tears flowed like waterfalls and he continued wiping them from your face with weak, shaky movements.

“I'm sorry…” you sobbed out, trembling with every breath, “y-you're hurt…a-and it's my fault…”

He leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours, careful in his movements as if afraid to disturb the pile of rubble he was holding on his back.

“Hey…shh….” His voice was strained and his breathing shallow. “It's not your fault…nothing is your fault.”

You could only respond with sobs, cupping his face in your hands and closing your eyes as you allowed the warmth that flowed from him to you through his forehead to comfort you. His other hand reassuringly tightened on your waist.

“Shhhh…it's okay…you're okay…”

“I-I feel so useless…” you cried. “You're hurt and I can't do anything but just sit here...” You spat the words out, the hatred you felt for yourself in that moment obvious with every word that left your lips. He just stared at you with a despairing expression, the way you're putting all the blame on yourself breaking his heart into pieces. “...We're going to die here…” You muttered, almost becoming too weak now to even sob.

“Hey…look at me.” You reluctantly opened your eyes back up, meeting his dustied and bloodied face once again, a sight that made your stomach churn in such a way that you almost thought you were going to throw up. “I'm here…okay?” His voice was comforting despite the strain on it. He'd always had a unique way of making you feel safe no matter what. “You're not going to die…as long as I'm here, nothing can hurt you.” Just when you thought you had exhausted yourself, tears pricked at your eyes again. You were angry at the way your heart pounded and butterflies filled your stomach even in such a hopeless situation as this.

“But…you might die, Sumin…” your voice was much softer now, weaker. “You're bleeding…a-and I don't know how badly you're hurt…I'm so scared…”

“I know…” he spoke, running a thumb softly over your cheek, “but I'm not going anywhere, okay? I'm not leaving you.”

You could feel your panic slowly dissipating as his comforting words penetrated your heart and tears slipped calmly down your cheeks.

“Aren't you scared…?” You looked into his eyes as you spoke, voice still shaking.

“Terrified.” Your eyes widened slightly at the sudden vulnerability in his voice. “But not of dying.” He tenderly caressed your cheek. “Of losing you…” Your heart began pounding hard in your chest and your eyes stung with fresh tears once again. “Terrified of the idea that…I might’ve lived the last few years keeping my true feelings from you…only for my life to end before I could even tell you…”

Suddenly you froze. Your heart felt like it had gone from rapidly pounding to completely still and the only word you could mutter in that moment was what had become your favourite and most used word over these past few years.

“Sumin…”

His familiar wide smile crept onto his face and he nuzzled his forehead against yours.

“...I love you…but you already know that, don't you?” He said with a slight teasing tone that sounded slightly off from the roughness in his voice but still managed to make you smile.

“I do…”

He was your very own superhero. Your own knight in shining armour. He was absolutely everything to you and just the simple thought of your life without him was too much to bear.

There was a very subtle redness that had entered his cheeks, very inappropriate for the situation but it made you smile and your heart race nonetheless.

You were convinced that the two of you could've stayed admiring each other like that for hours had the situation been different, but a slight tremor shaking the building one last time broke you from your spell and you shut your eyes tight as fear began building inside of you once again. A sudden hiss of pain from Sumin filled you with panic again as the small aftershock shifted the debris on top of him and weighed him down further.

“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck.” You mumbled, eyes darting around in a frenzy, looking for some kind of means of escape. It seemed luck was on your side as you noticed a tiny crevice in the chunks of concrete where light was leaking through like a sign of hope. Carefully, you lifted your leg and jammed your heel into the rubble with all your strength, feeling it loosen up slightly and quickly repeating the motion a few more times. With a swift kick, you managed to knock a small piece out and disrupt the integrity of the rest of the pile, only for a large piece of concrete to land squarely on your other leg, jamming it in place. You cried out in pain and winced, clenching your jaw and trying to stop tears from slipping from your eyes again. Sumin gripped your waist tightly, pulling your body against him before speaking in a frantic and worried tone.

“Hey hey, don't do that, okay? Don't move. Please…don't…”

“B-but…I need to get you out of here…” you responded through gritted teeth.

“No no no. You're going to hurt yourself, just please…” Your eyes widened at the sight of him tearing up, a sight so rare you can't even remember the last time you saw it. You looked up at him powerlessly, bringing your hands up to grasp his face and nuzzling your forehead against his.

“Okay…I-I'll stop…” You promised him and he smiled weakly.

“Thank you…”

What felt like hours passed and you could tell Sumin was getting weaker, his eyes sitting half closed and his breathing slow. Your eyes stung and your throat cracked and strained as you began calling out for help as loud as you could muster, your yells occasionally being cut off by your own coughs or sobs. “Someone has to find us…someone…” You tried to convince yourself, but hope seemed so far from the two of you at that moment. Your own leg had gone numb as well after being trapped, but that was absolutely none of your concern as you were fighting to keep Sumin conscious.

“H-Hey n-no no no. Keep your eyes open…” You spoke through tears as you lightly tapped one of his cheeks to force his eyes open before calling out again. You couldn't lose hope, not when the only man you couldn't live without was growing weaker with every passing minute.

You continued to call out, only for your voice to crack and for you to break out into a violent and painful coughing fit, cutting you off. Suddenly, Sumin's head fell into the crook of your neck, the rubble shifting slightly with his movement but somehow staying stable, not like that was what you were worried about in that moment. Your heart and breath sped up in a panic as you called out Sumin's name, tapping his shoulder and receiving no response.

“F-fuck…FUCK!” You exclaimed, hot tears spilling out of your eyes. “Sumin, please!” You tapped him again, no response. “I can't…” you sobbed, “I can't lose you now…please…I love you…” You cried into the darkness in a way you hadn't cried since you were a child, completely lost and helpless. That's all you wanted to do; cry and cry until you cried yourself to exhaustion, but you knew you couldn't. You had to keep going. You had to get him out. All caution and self preservation you previously had completely disappeared as you covered the back of his head with one of your hands, trying to ignore the crustiness of the dried blood clumping his hair together, before beginning to jam your foot back against the rubble with even more force than the last time. Chunk after chunk of concrete you dislodged, the foundation of the pile slowly crumbling and the light shining through getting brighter. You took a breath, laying your tired and sore leg down for a moment and pushing the hair out of Sumin's face. You hesitantly held a hand up to his parted lips, breathing a sigh of relief to feel subtle yet present breaths brushing against the tips of your fingers.

A sudden crunch from afar perked your attention and you turned your head, listening intently and hearing extremely subtle voices in the distance. Your heart began to race as you took a breath in before yelling as loud as you possibly could. Adrenaline rushed through your veins as the voices of what you could only assume were members of a rescue team grew closer and closer. You picked your leg up and slammed it into the rubble again, the pieces falling and grazing your leg. You called out again, coughing through clouds of dust before looking down and seeing your foot fully sticking out of the pile of rubble. You could hear nothing but the sound of your own pounding heart and a deep male voice yelling “Over here!” followed by multiple pairs of footsteps.

Tears of relief sprung to your eyes as the debris above you began to move, being pulled away from you as you held Sumin close.

The rest was a blur. Both you and Sumin were taken to the hospital and separated but you couldn't help but to continue being worried for him, almost completely forgetting about your own injury.

You sat silently at his bedside, staring at his calm, sleeping face as the silence of the room consumed you. His bed was decorated with various balloons from his family and friends and you smiled to yourself as you thought about just how loved he was. You looked down at your toes sticking out of the bottom of your cast and wiggled them mindlessly.

You were lucky to only end up with a fracture, not like you would've cared if they had to go as far as to amputate. All you cared about was Sumin. The relief you had felt when the nurse told you it was only a bad concussion and a lot of bruises made you almost burst into tears right in front of her, but you simply thanked her as she left you and him alone.

Now you waited for him to awaken again, heart pounding from nerves about what you'll even say to him when he opens his eyes, but also pounding from fear. After all, the nurse said there was a chance he'd end up in a coma.

Millions of thoughts circled around in your head as you ran through all the possible things you could say once he woke up. “Rise and shine?” You cringed. “I missed you?” True but embarrassing. “I love you.” You buried your red face in your hands, closing your eyes and trying to steady your own heartbeat before you actually just melted into the floor. His smiling face flashed in your mind, giving you a tight feeling in your chest and a fuzzy feeling in your stomach. “Maybe I should just say ‘I love you’...” you thought, sighing and running a hand through your hair.

A subtle rustle of a bed sheet pulled you from your stupor and your head snapped up just in time to see Sumin's eyes flicker open, groggily taking in the surroundings before landing on you. The moment he caught sight of you, that familiar wide smile, with a hint of sleepiness, graced his face.

“Hey, you.” He mumbled in a raspy morning voice with a hint of playfulness. You wondered why you even thought about what you would say to him as your body moved before your mouth could, throwing yourself at him and ignoring the way your leg ached in protest. You quickly buried your face in his shoulder and soaked it with your tears as his strong arms wrapped around your back and held you against him. His soothing hand caressed up and down your back as you sobbed, inaudibly mumbling through about how you thought you were going to lose him and how scared you were.

“Shhh…it's okay…I told you I wasn't leaving you.” That familiar comforting voice of his made you smile so widely your cheeks started to hurt and you pulled back from his shoulder to look into his face. He slowly reached a hand up, gently wiping the tears from your cheeks in the same way he'd done for you back then and it only made your tears come faster. “Why are you crying?” He chuckled, a hint of teasing in his voice.

“...Sumin…”

He smiled that beautiful smile of his and you couldn't take it anymore. You wanted to tell him you loved him. You had to. But the words wouldn't come out, so you settled for the next best thing. With clumsy hands, you grasped his face and pressed your lips against his, earning shocked wide eyes and a quick blush from him, although you couldn't see it with your eyes closed, completely and totally focused on kissing him. It didn't take long for one of his hands to find its way into your hair, holding the back of your head as he returned your kiss with equally as much passion as you showed him. It didn't feel real. The way one of his hands held the small of your back with the other tangled in your hair. The way his lips pressed to yours over and over again, the sound of his breaths between kisses making your stomach turn. It all felt like a dream.

You pulled away just enough so that your lips were barely touching and opened your eyes before speaking in a soft breathless tone.

“I love you, Sumin.”

“I know, just…keep kissing me.”

You giggled before getting cut off as he pulled your head back and pressed his lips to yours again.

It still baffles you how such a nightmare turned into such a dream.

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[DAY 16] masterlist ᡣ𐭩 !

- sumin headcanons! ; touch starved note** sumins song (used to be mardy bum by the arctic monkeys) has been changed to an alternative, since i was having a little trouble writing the original request :'')

♡list : @yzerpoz , @imthisclosetokms , @rizzkisworld , @hyvelxve , @dogyunslover , @starryriize

touchstarved!bf!sumin who..

𖤓 ⤑ hates leaving your side whenever you cuddle, his hands would try to hold your waist down when you try to push away, his head tucked deep inside your neck as he lets out a series of whines. You always try to find new ways to persuade the boy to let you go but, alas, it never works. His clinginess gets even worse when he's been having a hard day at work, he just needs to be comforted in your warmth to feel better :((

𖤓 ⤑ fails to hold back his smile whenever your fingers linger onto his arms, his hair; wherever they land. He just feels so giggly like an innocent school girl, his face hiding in his hands which hides his blushing cheeks. He only gets worse whenever you decide to tease him for it, trying to run out the room to escape your remarks.

𖤓 ⤑ can't get enough of your lips. He loves the soft feel of the plush pink and loves how you smile like crazy. Especially in the mornings: he loves waking up to your hands running up and down his warm, inviting body, before your lips find his. Sometimes, you're not even fully awake yet, so it becomes a little sloppy, but that never not makes his heart skip a couple beats. He also loves half-asleep cuddles; a sleepy, satisfied hum leaving his lips as he nuzzles his head onto yours, leaning into your warmth.

𖤓 ⤑ randomly bites you. Why does he do this? No one knows why. Sometimes he finds whatever you're doing to be too cute for his liking, and since he's just overwhelmed with emotions, he'll just grab your shoulder to bite. That's on most days. If your face is close enough, he will bite your cheeks. Don't say I didn't warn you.

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[peachesyeo]

obsession ── sumin stalker

💌 parings: coworker!sumin x gn!reader 💌 genre: yandere, oneshot. 💌 contains: mentions of stalking 💌 word count: 0.3k words.

:̗̀➛ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 + 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

"Hey, are you alright? You look unwell." Choi Sumin questioned. You smiled weakly at your coworker, or your crush. "I'm fine..."

Sumin was a tall man with dirty green hair, multiple piercings, and a loud, extroverted personality that allowed him to be one of the cafe's most popular workers. You, too, had also fallen for him after just one week of working with him.

"You don't look fine, though." He replied, frowning. The both of you are on the closing shift, and Sumin had stopped cleaning the equipments in his hands, his attention on you. "What's troubling you?"

You sighed. You didn't want to tell anyone about this, especially your crush. You thought that it was just your paranoia, but lately your insomnia has gotten worst because of this. "I think... I might have a stalker."

"What?" Sumin's voice was loud. He dropped his rag, eyes wide. You put down the rag you were using to clean the table-top, sighing.

"Well... I keep having the feeling of somebody following me home... And someone slipped a letter to me in the morning..." You shivered, remembering the details on the letter. "Saying something like loving me..."

Sumin frowned. "That's not good. Do you want me to accompany you home today?" He offered as your heart skipped a beat. You were about to tell him it's okay, but Sumin seemed to have predicted your rejection as he added. "No, I insist. This is dangerous, I'll walk you home tonight."

You smiled gratefully at him. "thank you, Sumin."

Sumin shrugged. "Hey, that's the least i can do for you, you know." He continued to wipe the equipments. "You're my coworker and friend, after all."

From that day on, Sumin would walk you home from your night shifts. The both of you would make small talk as you made your way home, and whenever Sumin is around, the feeling of being watched or followed disappears. You couldn't help but feel that Sumin is your knight in shining armour.

Soon, a blushing Sumin asked you out. You said yes, not even hesitating.

Sumin had you in his arms, his chin on top of your head. His eyes darkened as he wrapped his arms around you tighter. 

I hope you will never find out the truth, my love.

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[arafilez]

੭୧ ⼂ EXISTENCE OF NIGHT ROUTINES ﹗

ー☆ㅤㅤ [ csm x reader ] ㅤ੭𓂃 ㅤfluff, crack ㅤ warnings light jokes of "death" ㅤ﹢ㅤ0.4k wc

Sumin peeks from the blanket he has covered up to his nose as he hears light taps of your feet emerging in the room. His green hair falls messily over his head, making him look like a cute, little broccoli and his small, round eyes fix on your figure as he sees you do your night routine.

Sumin has never hated a night routine more.

After what feels like an eternity (it was ten minutes) he scrunches his nose in your direction and whines, “Come to bed, y/n.” You hum in acknowledgement clearly still concentrated on the perfect proportion of your face cream making your boyfriend give murderous looks to the tub of cream.

“Leave the night routine already,” he whines again, bouncing his legs on the bed a bit for extra effect, making you snort and turn around to look at him.

“You know I need to complete this right?” you giggle when you see a deadly glare and a pout adorning his face at the same time and he sticks his tongue out. You turn your back to him again and he groans, head hitting the pillow. A few moments pass and he says the most unhinged sentence ever,

“Get inside and cuddle, before I get hypothermia.”

Your hand halts and hovers over the lid of your box of cosmetics and you turn around saying, “Hypothermia from what? Twenty degrees of the air conditioner and you being under a blanket? Cause of death too flimsy no? Try again?”

That makes him take a big gasp and he replies, “Do you want your boyfriend to die?” You press your lips together to stop yourself from giggling again as you get up (finally) and turn off the lights quickly before getting in bed. As soon as you do Sumin pulls you closer to him and you let the giggle out and turn towards him.

“Are you happy now, you big baby?” you ask, running your hand through his hair and you see the outlines of his big, gummy smiles as he nods excitedly. He pecks your lips and then places little kisses all over your face making you squirm and giggle in his embrace. After a last kiss, long and loving, on the lips, you two settle down comfortably in the covers. “The mere existence of night routine should be a crime,” he says suddenly and you laugh at his righteous voice before you both fall asleep.

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[yuniniverse]

Can u do sumin ff both of the reader and him meet at an art corse and it goes from there yk btw loved the hunter one I SCREAMED AND BLUSHED LIKE KASJKSOSJD ITS SO GOOOODD

PAIRING !  ━ sumin x gn reader

GENRE !  ━ college au ,friends to lovers ,fluff

WORD COUNT !  ━ 1.299k

AUTHOR NOTE !  ━ tysm for requesting  ^^ sorry if it took a while hsjsjs this is my first time writing a request here but I hope you like it ^^

sumin looked around, smiling as he sees you rush into the classroom as you bow to the teacher while muttering a sorry as you were late. He looks at you with a slight smile as you make your way to your desk, dropping your bag to the side of your chair as you finally sit with a sigh. His eyes grow wider in curiosity as he sees you holding the drink he had kept for you. He eagerly tapped his feet onto the floor, proud of himself as he sees a happy smile on your face as you scan around the classroom to look for the person that had kept your favourite drink for you.

As soon as class was over you look for your friends, tilting your head to the side as you watch them run out without even sparing you a second glance. You pick up your bag and stand up while debating whether to follow them or not. Meanwhile Hyunwoo comes running towards you. You and Hyunwoo were partners in drawing fundamentals and design fundamentals class so it was a given that you two would be close, close to the point if one of you weren't with each other, others would ask where your 'twin' went.

he walked you to the cafeteria, you sense something was going to happen from how quiet your friend was, otherwise you'd be nodding at the talkative boy who would change the topic with every passing minute. Hyunwoo stops walking, causing you to stop as well. He turns to you with a slight pity face as he holds your hand, squeezing it. "I know i promised I would be with you for the extra classes last night, but I can't come with you now--" he couldn't even finish his sentence when you slapped his arm, earning a groan from the fox like boy. "YOU SAID YOU WOULD, NOW YOU CHICKEN OUT????" You scold to which the boy waved his hands together, "But hey you'll get a chance to meet Choi Sumin and be alone with him till the end of the day" he said as he nudged you. You let out a sigh as you push him away, "I only said he was cute Hyunwoo, I don't like him." You say to which the boy rolled his eyes. You lied and you knew your bestfriend knew you were too. The way your eyes would light up at the sight of the green haired but and how you'd always talk about him and how you'd stare at him in class was enough to let anyone know that you didn't just find him cute.

You drag your feet up the stairs, you weren't hungry anymore because the only person you were comfortable with is now not gonna be here until 6 pm. You groaned as you plop down onto your desk. You hear a slight chuckle, whipping your head around you meet the love of your life choi sumin. "Shouldn't you be with hyunwoo? It's new seeing you all alone" he says as he pulls a chair in front of you to sit. You ramble on how your bestfriend betrayed you and how you were mad because now your alone and you hate being alone and to add a cherry on top, it meant you'd be drawing alone for two hours. Sumin patiently listened to you rant, breaking into a small smile as you helplessly wave your hands around and whine at your unfortunate situation. How he wished he could just hug you so tight and never let you go. He adored you way too much and found you cute even if you were just existing.

"I'll stay back." He shrugs as you sit straight and look at him . "Really?" You ask with a glint of hope in your eyes to which he nods with a smile. You squeal as you jump out if your seat and hug him. It's only after a few seconds later you realise the poor boy was stiff on your hold, his eyes wide as he just stood as if he saw a ghost. You slowly back away as you mumble a sorry to which he shakes his head and pulls you to another hug, only this time his arm wraps around your waist instead of just dangling around his sides, you smile into the hug. your heart beats faster as butterflies swarm inside your stomach, you feel your cheeks heat up as he tightens the hug. Just as you were at the verge of melting into sumins touch you get pushed away, landing on your butt as you watch students slowly make their way into the class.

once classes were over you found yourself sitting on your desk, blood rushes to your cheeks and you can't seem to hide your smile as flashbacks of what happened earlier come into your mind. You lower your head and try to calm yourself. you feel your shoulder get tapped and when you look up you see sumin smiling down at you, "let's go? we shouldn't be late"  he says as he takes your hands in his, holding hands side by side he walks you to your class as he sits  at very back. You think he's only on his phone the entire time, guilt washing through you as you realise he'd have to be with you for the next two hours. Only if you knew how he loved to be with you. He watched how your fingers held the brush delicately and brushed through your canvas. He let out a breathy chuckle as he sees you struggling to finish a part, your hesitant fingers going back and forth but never touching the canvas with your brush. He stands up quietly and comes behind you, his fingers holding yours as he guides your hands throughout the canvas, you were too immersed at how well the painting was turning out to notice how the boy was nearly back hugging you. Sumin on the other hand was just as red as the cherry that was painted on the corner of the canvas. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable, but loved being close to you. You gave him warmth, a feeling of home. He felt all his worries drift away when he was near you. How could he think of anything when you were right infront of him? You were too beautiful in his eyes. The most beautiful girl he had ever seen, the most beautiful girl he would ever see and love. "Done" he muttered as his grip on your hands loosened but never left from holding your hands. He looked at your figure that was busy admiring the painting. The classroom was empty and quiet, the chirping of birds outside blurred out to him as he inched closer and tugged a strand of hair behind your ear. You look up, your heart skipped a beat at the close proximity between the two of you.

The corner of sumins lips twitched into a smile as he watched your eyes drift from his eyes to his lips. His hand cupped your cheek, inching closer until there was only an inch gap between your lips. He looked into your eyes, as if he was asking permission. You took the opportunity to tilt your head up, connecting your lips with his. sumins one hand rested onto your chair as he brought himself closer, deepening the kiss. he sighed into the kiss, smiling ever so slightly.  A feeling of warmth and love rushed by you, the way your lips fit his so perfectly made you blush. He pulls away, pecking your nose as he shyly smiles and connects your forehead. Words need not be spoken to show how you two loved each other ever so much.

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[jseobsky]

Mr. smiles. 

Pairing !: dancer!Sumin x dancer, barista, gn!Yn

Synopsis !: You had the biggest crush on a regular at the café you work at. Until one day, he stopped coming.

Genre !: Fluff, romance

Warnings !: swearing, haven’t proofread anything-

Requested by !: @xddjoong

Wc !: 1.8k

 a/n !: hope you enjoy it <333

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Life was as good as it was. I mean life is good. Life is good when I get to dance, life is good when I talk with my friends, and life is good when I can drink my favourite drink while I wait for customers to arrive. However, life is definitely good when I get to see him. Every day, like a clock, at 5:23 pm, a certain person comes to our coffee shop. He smells like vanilla, which makes sense given the amount of vanilla he adds to his coffee… Which, for a black coffee, should be about 0 instead of the usual extra 2 teaspoons. His smile lights up the entire room, and his eyes sparkle when he comes with his friends sometimes. His voice sounds so angelic that even angels themselve- 

“Yn!” I look away from a big window. “What, Yunho?” I’ve been working with Yunho ever since I got the job about two years ago. “You were spaced out. And if one more person gets inside the shop because you were staring at them for too long, I’m going to fire you” Oh true, he is the manager. “Sorry, what time is it?” “A quarter past five” “Shouldn’t you go away? Your shift ended 15 minutes ago, and I know how badly you want to get back home to watch your show with your boyf-” Yunho glares at me. “Your so-called bestie” He looks away, cleaning the countertop. “I’m sorry, I’m just saying that after three years of flirting here and there you would expect some action happening, or something yk?” He rolls his eyes at my words. “I’m covering Lia’s shift, she has an important thing to attend to” I follow Yunho around, cleaning the things he already cleaned. “She’s probably fuc” Ding ding. “Go back to work” I nod at him.

Walking back to the register I see the person I’ve been waiting for, I check my watch: 5:21 pm. He’s early today. I smile. Stfu you simp. I drag a hand in front of my face acting as if I was wiping my smile off. Once I see him standing in front of the register looking at the menu as if he didn’t always order the same thing over and over again, I can’t help but smile again. “Hi, how may I help you today?” My voice sounds dreamy like, totally not stressing out over the fact that the Choi Sumin was standing in front of me again. 

Sumin and I go to the same dance academy, and although we don’t see each other much I always am on the lookout for him. We never really talked until one day he came to the coffee shop. I was tired, and when I saw a group of 10 people coming in I wondered if the universe had something against me. However, one of them specifically was really sweet, he gathered all the orders, made sure they weren’t making too much noise, and at the end, he stayed behind, piled everything the best way he could, and cleaned some of the spillings with napkins. It was customer love at first glance. 

“My usual please” He smiled brightly at me. “To go or to drink here?” “To drink here please” Fuck yeah. Shit, professionalism. “It will be out soon” I ended the conversation with a smile, getting ready to make his coffee as he went to sit down on his usual table, his gaze never leaving my body. “Yn, the delivery is here, can you take care of it? I’ll do the orders” Yunho asked me. “Yeah sure!!” I smiled, knowing that even after being out for a while, Sumin will still be here. I went to take care of the new delivery. However, when I came back to the register after I was done, the shop now had three customers, but none of them was Sumin. 

I never saw Sumin again at the café, I mean for the week that he hadn’t been coming. It was hard, it was even harder the fact that he would ignore me like the plague when we crossed paths at the academy. 

“Okay, that’s it for today’s class, good job.” My dance teacher says to my group. I am tired, dancing non-stop for the past three hours was fun, but it left my body feeling a burning sensation, mostly when all my energy was going into making every move feel like a thousand moves energy-wise because of how I was feeling. “Yn, stay for a bit please” I stop walking and turn around to face my teacher once again. I nod at them and get closer. “There’s a new upcoming competition soon and I was asked to pick the contestants. I know you’re doing a lot of stuff right now, but I do think you would be the perfect fit for it” I smiled while still breathing hard. “Does this mean more hours of dancing in a day or am I switching some classes?” “Both actually, Monday’s class is going to be switched from freestyle to this competition. And we’re looking to see if both you and your partner are available to work on the dance Thursdays after class” I nod. Maybe if I ask to get to work at 5 instead of at 4. “I think I could make it, but I can’t stay longer than 5 pm” “What a coincidence!” I look at my teacher confused. “Your partner said the same thing. Then it’s arranged, practice starts tomorrow at three after class. See you then” “Wait, who’s my partner?” “Oh true, you might not know him, you never had a class together. But his name is Choi Sumin” Oh god… 

Thursday couldn’t come faster. All I wanted was for time to stop and for 3 pm to never come. How would I face him? I stare at the closed door of the dance studio I was going in. Fuck, not only I’m tired from my other classes, but now I have to face my worst nightmares, why universe? Why? “Um, excuse me, are you going in?” I turn around to find Sumin, way closer than he should be. I get nervous, my stomach now doing backflips. “Yeah sorry” I turn around again and open the door as fast as I can. Sumin enters the room after me, he is wearing a black hoodie with matching black pants, and a half-open bag hanging on one of his shoulders. His hair is wet, probably from him dancing for the past hours just as I was. He walks with uncertainty, his pace being slow while his head looked around the room, never looking at me. Should I talk to him? “Um, my name is Yn, nice to meet you” Yeah with that quiet voice you ain’t going anywhere. I do the motion of tucking my hair behind my ears, and I smile as awkwardly as I can. “Yeah, the teacher told me so...” Sumin said while taking out a water bottle from his bag. I tried to hold my laugh. It had a peach sticker stuck on the bottle that said “Shake your butt” He looked at me and I straightened my posture. “You’re the café barista right?” “Yeah.” He nodded his head slowly. “right…” 

Our first dance class went better than expected. The teacher was right, I was a good fit for the song. Although the dancing style needed more closeness with a partner than what I was used to, the song was just perfect. Perfectly a pain in the ass. Why did I have to be so close to Sumin? Why did sparkle go through my body when we first touched each other? Yet I gotta say, that for me expecting to fall on the floor Sumin cursing me out and telling me that he never wants to talk to me ever again, it went well. “And five, six, seven, eight. And. Snap cross, wave in, turn around, and fall, boom boom.” Our teacher counted as we moved, lost in thought at the end. “I’m going to look for some heels, I’ll be right back, take a short break” We nodded and went to sit down on a different end of the mirror. “You know” Sumin started talking. “You dance really good” what. “Thank you” I smile a bit. “You too” “I actually have been seeing you dance for a while now, I really love your expression style” Say what. “Thank you” He sighed. “I just want to say this so it doesn’t get in the way of our dance.” He took a deep breath before continuing. I looked at him confused, my head tilting to the side. “I actually started coming into the café you work at in hopes of seeing you more, maybe starting a conversation, maybe getting your number. But I was always too nervous to approach you. I figured out I should finally leave you my number. So I gave it to your coworke- actually let me rephrase that, I gave my number to your boyfriend. I’m sorry, I know he probably told you about it and I know you probably feel uncomfortable. So I just want to say that I’m sorry again” SAY WHAT?! “Um. Well. I. I don’t know what. I” Sumin nodded. “Don’t worry, I can ask to get switched out, I understand. “Wait no!” He looked at me briefly before going back to look at the floor. “I’m flattered, how could you make me uncomfortable?! I loved seeing you every day at the café. And like I also love how you dance and I love to be here. And I would love to get your number” I blushed. “What about your boyfriend?” “What boyfriend?” I frowned. He looked up at me and also frowned. “The one that world with you? The tall one? I think on his name tag it said something like Juno, Junho, Yunjo” “That fucking bitch.” “What?” His eyes widened as I look mad. I scoffed. “That’s my coworker. I don’t have a boyfriend, he even is dating his friend. Why would he even do that.” I looked up trying to find an answer. “Then go out with me” My head snaps back at Sumin, he had the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on him, and that’s saying a lot. I also let myself smile. 

Life is as good as life is. I mean life is good. Life is good when I dance, life is good when I win dance competitions, life is good when I hit Yunho because he thought Sumin was a perv asking for my number, and life is good when I get to talk with my friends. But life is especially good when I see him, mostly now that we’re officially dating, and now that he is back at coming to my shop every day.

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[bro-atz]

cheeky skater boy

in which: you have a massive crush on your skater friend, only for that crush to die when you meet someone else...

pair: skater!sumin/gn!reader

word count: 3.8k

content: fluff, '04 line ft. hunter, unrequited love, friends to lovers, kissing, hand-holding, and obviously skateboarding

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Skateboarding is an all encompassing art form that engages one’s mind, body, and spirit. There is some unexplainable zen-like feeling one experiences in the act of balance, motion, and control of gravity— it’s a great way for one to just cruise around and forget, well, everything. Of course, you don’t think about skateboarding in that aspect, though. You just skate because you think it’s cool; or at least makes you look cool. You’re not wrong.

“You should teach me how to skate one of these days,” Jinsik complained as the two of you walked to the skate park.

“Or, you could just stick to spray painting the walls at the park instead,” you recommended.

“Come on, you should teach me,” Jinsik whined.

“No, you’re a terrible learner, and I’m a terrible teacher. I refuse,” you declined.

“Y/N’s not wrong, you know,” Hyunwoo came up from behind you and patted Jinsik’s shoulder.

“Shut up. You can’t skate either,” Jinsik swatted Hyunwoo’s hand off his shoulder.

“Nor do I want to,” Hyunwoo laughed. “Leave Y/N alone and come with me. I found a new spot to paint.”

Jinsik hesitantly went off with Hyunwoo, leaving you to start skating around aimlessly. You usually skated with a couple of other friends at the park, but today there only seemed to be unfamiliar people around. You shrugged and skated by yourself. You were doing pretty well on your own; you were playing around with different tricks and started practicing something new before your skateboard hit a pebble, making you trip. You rubbed your knees as you remained on the ground, the sun glaring in your eyes. Suddenly, a shadow loomed over you, and you looked up. A boy you recognized very well was standing in front of you with his hand stretched out towards you.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you answered as you grabbed his hand. “Thanks, Sumin.”

Sumin smiled and hoisted you up. You dusted your pants off while Sumin got your stray skateboard for you and handed it to you. You took it back from him and thanked him before he headed off. The entire interaction, your heart was racing like crazy. Maybe you had a tiny, super small crush on the local skater boy, but no one needed to know that; no one except your best friend, Jinsik, that is.

“Were you working on that kick flip?” Sumin asked as you skated beside him.

“I wasn’t working on it. I just happened to hit a rock,” you shook your head. “You know I was the one to teach you that kick flip.”

“Ha! Sure,” Sumin scoffed.

“How dare you deny that! I literally walked you step through step, and that’s why you’re here skating,” you frowned at the boy as you came to a halt.

“I’m pretty sure I didn’t learn from you since I don’t trip over pebbles,” Sumin

“Take that back! I’m not that clumsy!”

Sumin responded by sticking his tongue out. Grabbing your board, you started chasing after the boy. Jinsik watched as the two of you scrambled all over the park. He sighed and returned to the angel he was painting on the wall. Hyunwoo noticed the sigh and patted the boy’s shoulder.

“Relationship problems?” Hyunwoo asked.

“Sure, if you want to put it that way,” Jinsik sulked. “I want to let Y/N how know I feel, but at the same time, I value our friendship… And I really don’t think Y/N likes me that way.”

“Don’t get yourself down like that. Y/N really treasures you and basically loves you, but you’re right. Y/N probably doesn’t love you in the same way you do.”

“Wow, thanks for being so supportive,” Jinsik rolled his eyes.

“My pleasure,” Hyunwoo said comfortingly.

Jinsik glared at the boy and sprayed a big white dot on his pop art Mona Lisa. Hyunwoo gasped as if it was the end of the world and started to fight the boy who ruined his masterpiece. The skate park was always wilding, but it always seemed to be the fault of the four kids who made the park their only hangout spot.

“Today was successful,” Sumin smiled as he panted.

“Shut up,” you slapped him as you collapsed on the ground next to him.

“It’s not my fault you kept falling,” Sumin laughed.

“Yes it was! You kept bumping into me,” you glared at him.

Sumin didn’t bother arguing back. He settled for shooting you a cheeky grin before looking towards the skate park and people watching. You, meanwhile, stared at his hair. He decided to dye his hair green— bright green. His hair was so green that you thought he dyed it with soda or something. Prodding his shoulder, you grabbed his attention.

“I have a question for you.”

“Shoot,” Sumin nodded and gave you his full attention.

“Why did you think dyeing your hair bright green would be a good idea?” you asked him point-blank.

“Hey, I like this color…” Sumin pouted slightly.

“You look like someone spilled Mountain Dew on your head.”

“You have something against Mountain Dew?” Sumin asked, completely flabbergasted at your insult.

“On your head? Yes, I do. Your hair was perfectly fine. Now you look like you planted grass on your head,” you continued to pile on the insults— honestly, you didn’t really care that he dyed his hair green, but you did prefer his hair when it was his natural hair color.

Before he could respond to your flurry of insults, Hyunwoo and Jinsik approached the two of you and sat down.

“Have you both seen the masterpieces we worked on today?” Hyunwoo asked eagerly.

“Pop-art Mona Lisa! Nice,” Sumin fist-bumped Hyunwoo.

“Is yours a self portrait, Jinsik?” you asked.

“No!” Jinsik’s face went fiery red. “It’s an angel.”

“Oh! I see it now. Very pretty.”

“Thank you…”

The four of you talked while sitting at the park until the sun began to set. From afar, you could see a tall silhouette enter the park, and you felt your heart start to beat hard against your chest. You could make out the gentle features of the boy, and the sunset behind him added a surreal look to him that made him look like some sort of heavenly being. You had to look away before your heart stopped beating. The three boys glanced at you and noticed your slight panic. They then looked straight ahead to see what got you so flustered.

“Oh, it’s Hunter,” Jinsik said.

“Hunter? That’s his name? Isn’t it some long Thai name?” Hyunwoo looked at Jinsik with a confused expression.

“Yeah, but his nickname is Hunter,” Sumin explained.

“What?” you were the most confused— after all, this was the first time you’d ever heard of the guy.

The three boys called out to the tall figure, grabbing his attention. He looked over and smiled so wide that you could feel your heart burst. He ran over to your group and sat down as soon as he arrived.

“Hey, guys, how are you?” the boy, Hunter, asked.

“Great!” all three of them responded at the same time while you choked on your words.

Hunter grinned even wider before looking right at you. Your face was completely flushed as he held his hand out towards you and said, “Who might you be?”

“I-I’m Y/N,” you placed your hand in the boy’s hand and shook it gently; you didn’t want your face to get any redder.

“I’m Hunter. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Wait, so you seriously go by Hunter and not your Thai name?” Hyunwoo asked with pure shock.

“Well, yeah. Everyone at home calls me Hunter,” Hunter said while laughing.

The three boys continued to discuss Hunter’s name at great lengths while your brain wrecked havoc. You couldn’t believe that your friends, your best friends, knew this extremely attractive boy and didn’t even bother to tell you about him. You couldn’t stop staring at him because he was just so pretty, so attractive, so handsome.

“What’re you all doing here?” Hunter asked.

“This is our hangout spot. Remember, I invited you here, but you were so busy with your other stuff that you couldn’t come?” Sumin told Hunter.

“Oh, yeah! Well, if this is your regular hangout spot, then I’ll try to stop by if I don’t have much to do,” Hunter said with a chuckle and a breathtaking smile.

“Is it that modeling thing that you’re always busy with?” Hyunwoo asked.

“Modeling? I thought you were on runways,” Jinsik frowned.

“Those are the same things, dumbass,” Hyunwoo rolled his eyes.

“Don’t call me dumbass! You’re the dumbass,” Jinsik slapped Hyunwoo’s shoulder, causing the two boys to start fighting.

As those two were in their own little world fighting like they do in cartoons, Hunter turned to you and Sumin while laughing at the scene. He looked at you and noticed the look of complete confusion plastered to your face before explaining, “Yeah, I’m technically a model, but I don’t really talk about it that often. It’s more like a hobby for me.”

Your jaw dropped. How was he so beautiful yet chill at the same time? Sumin closed your mouth and said, “I would be exhausted if I were you, Hunter.”

“It’s really fun! Everyone is super nice to me, and I like the attention,” Hunter admitted. “I’ll invite you guys to a show or a shoot one day.”

Your heart fluttered just thinking about watching the boy work. As you daydreamt about Hunter walking down the runway, he looked at his phone and said, “Oh, shoot. I gotta go.” He stood up to leave, and your heart slightly fell, only for it to beat at a million miles per hour when he turned to you and said, “What’s your number? I’ll invite you, too.”

You stuttered out your number and waved as the boy took off. Sumin turned to you and saw how red your face was. “Looks like someone has a crush.”

“What? No,” you slapped his shoulder. “Don’t be ridiculous. It’s just really hot outside.”

“Your face is never this red, not even when you’re skating. You totally like him. Just admit it,” Sumin teased you.

“Shut up, moss head.”

With one final slap to his shoulder, you got up to separate the fighting boys. You kicked Hyunwoo’s thigh and pinched Jinsik arm before grabbing him— it was time for the two of you to head home. You both waved at Hyunwoo and Sumin before leaving the park.

“Is what Sumin said true, though?” Jinsik asked. “I thought you liked Sumin.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you mumbled to yourself, unable to properly explain your feelings to your best friend.

You felt your phone vibrate and checked to see who it was. It was a text from Hunter saying that he was happy to have met you and that he hopes the two of you can hang out more soon. You smiled to yourself and hugged your phone to your chest before placing your board on the ground and skating off, Jinsik running after you as you sped away.

One day, you awoke to several texts from Jinsik, a missed call from Hyunwoo, a voicemail from Sumin, and an invitation from Hunter. You ignored everything except for the invitation from Hunter to see his photoshoot that evening. You accepting, and just as you sent the text out, Jinsik called you.

“You’re going to come to the park today, right? There’s going to be a skating showcase, and we’re all going to support Sumin,” Jinsik said.

“I’m so sorry, Jinsik, but I have other plans—”

“Are you serious right now?” Jinsik cut you off, hurt apparent in his voice. “You’re not going to go to the showcase for Sumin? I thought you liked him!”

“I wish I could make it, but I told Hunter—”

“Hunter? Again? Just tell me you like him, and we’ll be out of your hair, Y/N,” Jinsik was pissed; you could tell.

“Jinsik, please. I’ll bring Hunter with me after his photoshoot, and we’ll both be there to support Sumin’s showcase. You know that Hunter and Sumin are tight.”

Jinsik was silent on the other line for a good couple of seconds before sighing and saying, “Whatever.”

Before you could respond, Jinsik hung up on you. He threw his phone on his bed. He didn’t care that you liked Sumin when you had a crush on him, but for some reason, he hated that you liked Hunter so much. Maybe it was because you kept ditching the friend group, or maybe it was because you didn’t spend that much time with him anymore. Regardless, Jinsik knew it would be better for him to get over his anger and just support you since you were his best friend, after all.

You, on the other hand, started cleaning your room so you could find the perfect outfit to wear for Hunter’s shoot. You didn’t want to look dressed down in front of Hunter, the hotshot model suddenly wanted to befriend you. You finally found an outfit to wear after about three hours of digging in your wardrobe. You had to quickly get ready before taking off to get to the location.

By the time you got there, the shoot already started, and you felt bad that you were coming in late. Hunter was modeling for a suit company, so he was expected to keep a straight face, but as soon as he saw you, he smiled, and the photographer got mad at him. Hunter apologized and got back to work while you held back a laugh and observed from afar.

Suddenly, one of the stylists took a look at you before grabbing you and asking, “Are you another model?”

“Me? Oh, no,” you laughed awkwardly. “I’m just visiting a friend.”

“You should be a model! You have the looks for it!”

Before you could even say anything, the stylist grabbed a couple of other stylists, and they all started gushing about your beauty. You were flustered. You didn’t know what to do— you really didn’t want to be the center of attention, nor did you want to all of a sudden become a model. You just stood there awkwardly as even the photographer came to see what all the commotion was about. Hunter, confused by the sudden turn of events, also approached the now large group and saw the trouble that you were in. He pushed his way through the crowd and grabbed your hand. He hugged you to his chest and said, “Please stop harassing my friend.”

The staff apologized to you and Hunter before returning to the shoot. Hunter apologized to you and went back to work, but you couldn’t hear him over the sound of your blood rushing to your ears and your pounding heart. You stood motionless as you remembered how he gripped your shoulder and held you tight against his chest. Your face was beet red as you stumbled over to a chair and sat down. You really needed to calm your beating heart, but every time you looked over to where Hunter was modeling the suits, your heart would only beat faster. You sighed as you checked your phone in attempt to calm down, only to see a text from Sumin asking where you were. Instead of texting back, you decided to call him.

“I didn’t expect you to go for his shoot,” Sumin admitted after you explained your situation.

“As soon as the shoot is done, Hunter and I will come over to the showcase, I promise,” you told him.

“Okay, I go last anyway, so that should give you more time,” Sumin assured you. “I gotta go practice. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye…” you said before hanging up.

You waited about two more hours and watched Hunter change into four more suits before he finally finished the shoot and changed into his street clothes. The staff asked if he was going to go to the afterparty, but before he could answer, you walked into the conversation and said, “We actually have a showcase to attend. So, if you could excuse us…”

Hunter let himself get dragged out of the studio by you, completely unaware of the fact that your heart was beating so fast that it definitely skipped several beats. You let go of his hand and looked down at the ground in embarrassment the second you got outside. Dusting your hands and clearing your throat, you started walking towards the skate park, Hunter walking alongside you.

“What showcase are we going for?” he asked you.

“Sumin has a skating thing tonight, and he invited us,” you told him.

“I totally forgot that was today! I guess I’ll finally be able to see Sumin skate, then,” Hunter grinned.

You nodded and didn’t look at him (mainly to save your heart). The two of you continued walking towards the park, a silence filling the space between you.

“Sorry about earlier,” Hunter said to you after you walked quietly for a bit.

“For what?”

“For the staff crowding you and bothering you. Not going to lie, I agree with them that you have what it takes to be a model, but they were just on you like a pack of wolves that I wanted to get you out of the situation as soon as possible.”

“Oh… Yeah… Thanks...” you mumbled nervously, your mind stuck on the fact that Hunter thought you had the potential to also be a model.

“I really didn’t like how they were treating you. If they did that to my younger siblings, I would be so angry that I would have yelled at everyone there.”

You nearly tripped when you heard him say that. Your heart dropped into your stomach, and your mouth pulled into a frown. Did Hunter just basically call you his younger sibling? Were you sibling-zoned? Whatever it was, you just knew that Hunter did not feel the same way as you did for him. You trudged your feet as the two of you got to the park, and you got there just in time— Sumin was about to go on. You found Hyunwoo and Jinsik and sat by the two as you all watched Sumin exhibit his skating skills. You were honestly too upset to focus on Sumin, but you were at least able to clap and smile for him once he was done.

“Thanks for coming, guys” Sumin said to the four of you— all of you decided to go the local diner to celebrate after Sumin’s successful showcase.

“Of course! That’s what friends are for,” Jinsik said.

You sipped your milkshake slowly as you watched the boys get more loud and obnoxious with every passing second. You completely spaced out and mindlessly stared at the table as your mind reeled. Sumin noticed your silence, though, and he poked your shoulder.

“Come with me,” he told you.

He led you out of the diner before you both sat on the hood of his car. It was nighttime, and all of the stars were out and twinkling above you, making you both stare at the sky quietly and in awe. You were still completely dissociating while Sumin was trying to grab your attention.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Sumin finally managed to snap you out of it while patting your back.

“I just…” you sighed out. “I really liked this guy, but I found out that he only thinks of me like a sibling, and it really hurt.”

“What? Who thinks of you like that?”

“Hunter…”

“Well, he’s stupid for thinking of you like that,” he told you honestly.

“He’s not the only one, though. It feels like every person I end up liking doesn’t like me the same way that I like them,” you felt a tear slip out of your eye and down your face as your voice wavered slightly.

“How can you say that so confidently? Who else have you liked that didn’t like you back?” Sumin pressed further.

“Well…” you wiped the tear from your eye and sighed softly. “Uh… You.”

Sumin was silent. You let out a deeper sigh and said sadly, “This is why I didn’t want to—”

You never got to finish your sentence since Sumin cut you off with a kiss. You could feel his warm yet slightly chapped lips against yours. It was the softest kiss, and you were so alarmed that you didn’t even know how to react. Sumin leaned away and saw your watery eyes widen and clear up. You blinked a couple of times before you saw Sumin scoot the tiniest bit closer to you, his hand reaching out for your cheek and gently cupping it. You closed your eyes and let him kiss you again, your hands pressing firmly against the hood of the car for stability. You felt your knees go weak as Sumin kept kissing you softly, his hands pulling you further into him. You felt like he was kissing you for eons, and when he stopped kissing you, your lips yearned for his again because, God, his lips against yours just felt so right. You let out an astonished exhale as you looked at Sumin, a small smile sporting on his face. His smile only grew when he saw your face turn the slightest bit pinker.

“Who ever said I didn’t like you back?” Sumin whispered.

You were baffled and speechless. You honestly didn’t know what to say other than, “I…”

Sumin chuckled and grabbed your hand while saying, “We should probably head back to the diner now.”

“…Should we?”

“Would you rather stay out here with me?”

Sumin leaned back towards you with that cheeky smile on his face, your heart fluttering wildly the closer he got to you.

“Yeah,” you breathed out. “More than anything.”

You laid your hand on the his shoulder and brought him close to you, your lips meeting his this time. You could feel Sumin smile in between each kiss, his hands moving to your waist and face, his thumb stroking your cheek with every kiss. Your fingers and toes tingled when you felt his fingers brush along the back of your neck and traced a line down the middle, driving him further into his embrace. You wanted time to stop so he could just keep kissing you forever, but the magical moment had to end at some point (much to your dismay).

“I think,” Sumin started breathlessly. “We should go back to the diner before the others get worried.”

You nodded and prepared to slip down from the roof of his car, only for Sumin to beat you to the ground first and hold his hand out for you to take. Your face flushing pink, you took his hand and got down. Sumin kept holding your hand as you went back into the diner, and you sat dazed in your booth once more. You could only think about two things at that point: Sumin kissing you, and you wishing that he kept kissing you.

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[sris-skies]

birthday drawing- sumin xikers

the quiet sound of his alarm woke him up, causing sumin to slowly blink his eyes awake in an attempt to orient himself with his surroundings. as sumin rolled over in order to turn off his alarm, a sleepy whine came from behind him. he looked over to see his girlfriend mostly asleep, lit up by sunlight starting to peek through the cracks in the curtains. she looked so peaceful whilst sleeping, hair splayed across the pillow, curled up onto one side facing him. sumin gently moved aside stray strands of her hair from out of her mouth, not waking her in the process. after a quiet 5 minutes filled with his girlfriend’s soft breathing, sumin found the will to get up and out of bed, stumbling drowsily into the kitchen in order to make himself and y/n breakfast. 

sumin tiredly plated their breakfast, glancing over on the kitchen bench and saw an empty page in his sketchbook open on the kitchen bench. he smiled and sat down next to the sketchbook with his breakfast, preparing to draw something for y/n who was sleeping peacefully in the other room, when he stopped. on the page was already a drawing. it was of a dinosaur with a party hat on, holding a cake, with the words ‘happy birthday, my love!!’ written above the drawing. 

the sound of shuffling footsteps caught his attention, looking up from his now favourite card to see y/n half asleep, walking into the kitchen whilst yawning. “oh, you’re already awake. damn, I wanted to make you breakfast today” she said, pouting a little, before walking straight over to his side, pressing a loving kiss to his temple. “happy birthday sumin” she said softly, pulling him into a longer kiss.

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[xhikers]

Can u do a sumin imagine where both of u just have an art date ?!! And btw love your writing so pretty and wholesome

art studio - c.sm

pairing- choi sumin (xikers) x reader

synopsis- your boyfriend sumin takes you on a surprise date!

warnings- none, lmk if i missed anything! (lowercase intended)

word count- 0.6k

authors note- thank you so so much for your request!! and tysm for ur kind words i really appreciate it!!

you were standing in front of the closet in your bedroom. you were met with clothes that you had worn probably hundreds of times before, but all of the sudden, nothing looked good. you were getting ready for your date with your boyfriend, sumin and he would be there to pick you up any minute. one thing that sumin always did was plan dates for the two of you and not tell you what they were until you got there. he probably did this due to the fact that you hate surprises and your boyfriend loves nothing more than to mess with you. you pulled a plain white shirt off of the hanger and examined it. it wasn’t perfect, but what could go wrong with a plain shirt? you finished getting dressed just in time, tying your shoes as you heard sumin’s car pulling up to your house.

     you opened the door before he could ring the doorbell, greeting him with a bright smile. 

     “hey!” 

     “hey!” he responded, matching your excitement as usual. 

     “so what are we doing?” you asked 

     “we’re painting! i found a super cool art studio that lets you go there and just paint or draw or whatever you want! its more fun than doing it at your house or something because it’s an actual art studio!” 

     sumin has always been super artistic. weather it was creating actual physical drawings or his fashion sense, he loved to express himself using art. you loved art as well, but you were nowhere near as good as sumin. 

     “wow! that sounds fun!”

     “yeah i’m excited!” 

     you hopped into the passenger seat of his car looking out the window and engaging in some casual conversation with sumin before you arrived to the studio. 

     you walked into the studio and sumin seemed to be somewhat familiar with it as he led you to a room off to the side of the building. it was a pretty small room, it had two easels set up with large canvases sitting on them. you noticed how his face lit up, he was completely in his element.

     you sat down on the stool in front of the canvas farthest from the door and started grabbing tubes of paint. you weren’t the most creative, so you decided to just paint a landscape.

     as you were paining, you listened to the soft music playing from the other side of the door in the main room of the studio. you looked over at sumins canvas for the first time that day and to say that you were amazed would be an understatement. you could see millions of his drawings and paintings and still be astonished at his talent. 

     he was painting a large flower that took up the majority of the canvas. you studied the painting for a minute or so before getting back to your landscape that looked mediocre at best next to his piece. 

     it was about an hour later when the two of you finished your paintings, sumins, of course, looked great but he kept telling you how good yours looked.

     “no! yours looks great! you should paint more often.” he told you, still staring at your painting. 

     he was probably just saying that, but you still appreciated his dedication. you might not have been as artistic as he was but this was one of your favorite dates that the two of you had ever been on! getting to watch your boyfriend do one of the things that he loves the most was better than anything you could ask for.

#xikers #sumin #choi sumin #sumin xikers #xikers imagines #kpop #kpop imagines #xikers x reader

[zer0ady]

Xikers as Supportive BFs at 'Barbie'.

I'm kind of having Barbie brainrot rn which is something I never would've thought I would have, but I'm going to see it with friends and this is how I think Xikers would... see it. 😂

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Dresses in pink to see it in theatres, understands the meaning and how it affects girls and women, watches 'Life in the Dreamhouse' and other barbie movies.

Hyunwoo, Jinsik, Yujun.

These boys are so considerate to the meaning behind the film. They packed tissues as soon as they heard that people on tiktok cried watching. At first they wanted to go for their gf, but as they saw how excited she was they got equally as excited. They started planning their outfits at the same time as their gfs, maybe even together. The whole thing was very coordinated. They were just overall very excited to go see this film.

Dresses in pink for the meme, watching to be a supportive bf, Ken was their favourite character, didn't get why people were emotional but enjoyed it anyhow.

Seeun, Junmin, Junghoon, Hunter, Minjae.

They came out of the theatre saying they enjoyed it more than they thought they would. They were surprised to see Ryan Gosling. Found all of the jokes funny and didn't find the meaning behind it, but once their gfs explained it to them they were more understanding. Only dressed in pink to follow the trend Made fun of the first group for their outfits and dedication to the cause. Overall a pretty normal response, just like any other movie.

Went to 'Barbie' because of 'Barbenheimer'.

Sumin, Yechan.

I'm sorry, these boys were way more excited to see 'Oppenheimer' and didn't enjoy 'Barbie' all that much, but they still went to support their gfs. Took a lot more convincing to wear pink since they wanted to wear suits to 'Oppenheimer'. Were still apprehensive about it on the day, but once they saw the other boys wearing pink they decided they would join in for the fun of it. They do care don't get me wrong, but they care about big bomb movie more. These poor boys had no idea what was going on...

#kpop #kpop imagines #xikers #xikers imagines #kim minjae #hunter xikers #park seeun #park junmin #choi sumin #ham jinsik #choi hyunwoo #kim junghoon #jung yujun #lee yechan

[sminiac]

Xikers Hyung Line reaction to being caught masturbating

Warnings — NSFW focused, MDNI.

Ex - A lil gift for ya’ll, idk if I’ll ever make one of these again as just making this one made me very tired 😭

Kim Minjae

Park Junmin

Choi Sumin

Ham Jinsik

Choi Hyunwoo

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[lil-elle]

Sumin Masterlist ♡

Drabble:

Nothing yet~

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Full Length:

A Waking Nightmare - bff!sumin is prepared to sacrifice himself for you (angst!)

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[chiiyuuvv]

his perfect world 🩷 c. sumin

sort of like a montage of you going to his house, and vice versa,, idk i got carried away ngl

boyfriend!sumin x fem!reader 0.4k listen to the song!!

▸ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺?

It’s like the stars reunited when the wind lightly flows through your hairs, your intertwined hands glowing gleamingly, almost like it was as easy as to breathe, so perfect it could be jotted down in a textbook without having to be revised in the future. It was sugary sweet just like candy, watching the years go by in a blink. Sure, there were some roadblocks here and there, but at the end of the day you always knew how to come together and resolve the situation, using that unique position to learn more about the other and balance out your factors.

After dating you for so long, sumin knew your capabilities. You could walk into a room and wow everyone and anything that gazed at you just like how he gazed at you so long ago, dressed in the summer dress you wore when he confessed to you in the winter, dragging you with your intertwined pinkies to his families house, showing you off like you were a prized possession. And that's what you were to him, his prized possession. He’d do anything for you, willing to throw away his parents if they ever disagreed with his choice of a woman. But there was no use for the latter, since your personality already shined bright, even making his father crack a smile when he was known to be reserved around strangers. 

And when you introduced sumin to your family, calling him your beloved boyfriend, he felt on top of the world, knowing he’s looking at the things that made you, you. He did feel quite intimidated by your childhood boy friend, but he knew your friend had good intentions, willing to knock sumin’s lights out if he did anything to hurt you. But your laugh was able to cut the tight tension in half, because you knew sumin would never do anything listed. You knew sumin treated you like a feather, his kisses light like you were cargo in poor condition. And when you’re tucked away in the bathroom, he’d use the perfect opportunity to ask your parents for their blessing, because sumin knew you were the girl of his dreams, his future he could always turn to with ease. He loved you, more than anything in the world, and besides the diamond ring he had stored in his back pocket, he was willing to showcase that to anyone who walked by, he was even willing to get on one knee, all just for you.

︴bonus! happy birthday sumin !! credit to the server for coming up with the idea and @marw-lilia for extending it

▸ taglist 📬 @hyunukitty , @cake1box , @mars101 , @yuniniverse , @hunchan444 , @s00buwu , @cherrycolaberry , @kookieswithjung , @wonootnoot , @pinievsev

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[niningtori]

let me into your world | chapter one: my world is mine

pairing(s): choi beomgyu x you, choi soobin x you

summary: you're a hopeless romantic waiting for your soulmate, but what do you do when you finally find him and he doesn't want you?

genre(s): romance, angst, angst with a happy ending (?), soulmate au

word count: 7.1k

notes: for some reason, i feel SO embarrassed to post this. it was the first series i ever wrote, so it's getting a facelift before seeing the light of day, but it's still a little flabby in some places. bear with me, please! also, shoutout to evie for this layout with the lyrics in the center :') i'm tired of looking at my own uglyass posts so much omg. see ending for more notes!

your soulmate is perfect in every way, or so you've been told, and you're sick of waiting to find out. everyone says meeting your soulmate is like finding the other half you never had, so when the yearning had started when you were a teen, you were eager to find him and put an end to your constant ache. it would be impossible to know who it was until your seal appeared on your skin. where it would land and what it would look like, you weren't sure, but you knew it couldn't come fast enough. in theory, he would complement you in every way. you imagine someone quiet, a little shy, maybe. someone thoughtful, someone patient and understanding. you just hope to god he's everything you wish him to be.

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beomgyu has had just about enough of soulmate talk, but unfortunately for him, it's inescapable. when he turned 13, the yearning had already started for most of his peers. when his friends asked if he felt similarly, he simply shrugged his shoulders with a smug little grin while musing that he might not even have a soulmate — maybe he was just partnerless. some of his friends, like taehyun and kai, were appalled by this, almost pitying him. half of his heart was missing, after all. some of his other friends, however, were a bit jealous. their reasoning was "it'd be nice to not be chained down by someone you don't even know". he agreed with the latter sentiment, having seen the effects of being chained to somebody firsthand.

he remembers watching his mother wither away. she had loved his father more than anyone, even him, and got scraps of affection in return. they weren't soulmates — her perfect other half had died not long after she met him, but his father became her second and last love. he didn't concern himself with soulmate talk and eventually married beomgyu's mother. they were happy, very happy, until beomgyu was around 10 and his father met his so-called soulmate. he remembers the sheer despair on his mother's face as she found out her husband was leaving seemingly out of nowhere, her life uprooted because of a fucking pattern imprinted on her lover's skin.

they weren't soulmates, but beomgyu watched his mother die a little every day until she finally passed. dying of a broken heart was the only way he could explain what happened to her, and she did all that for a man who wasn't even her soulmate. if soulmates could make you kill someone innocent for your love, he didn't want to find his at all. if love could make you abandon everything you've ever known, well, he simply didn't want to know what it felt like.

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college is a turning point for you, you feel. you had a good time in high school, but you're nearing the average age of the seal and you're more than prepared to find your special someone. you couldn't know for sure, but you have a feeling none of the boys in your high school were your other half.

"why don't you date just to get some experience?" sumin asks somewhat exasperatedly. you had rejected yet another guy with seemingly good intentions for practically no reason.

"i don't know, i guess i just don't want to waste my time on anybody else when i already know my soulmate is out there waiting on me," you shrug. "i want to save all my firsts for him."

"you're hopeless, you know?" she snorts.

"yeah," you smile, "but he's probably the same way." she teases you good-naturedly for this, but even she agrees that you'll most likely fall for a guy just as hopelessly in love as you are. he wouldn't even have to try very hard — you're willing to put in however much effort it takes to find him and love him unconditionally. all he needs to do is reciprocate and you would do the rest.

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unfortunately for you, time has passed and you're nearing the end of your time in college with no soulmate in sight. you'd be more upset about it if you weren't so fucking busy with school work and trying to line up a job post-graduation. you're so wound up lately that sumin practically forces you to let loose and go to a house party. needless to say, they aren't particularly your scene. you like to drink just as much as anybody else does, you guess, but that doesn't mean you want to reek of shitty beer, sweat, and premarital sex, which will undoubtedly be the case once you step into a college house party. still, she is as persistent as you are exhausted and you're too defeated to fight.

you're fairly bored after fifteen minutes or so of loitering around all the action, never really joining in on the antics of your friends and all the other party goers unless you absolutely have to. you're absentmindedly kicking around a beer can when it rolls away, straight in front of a couch. you go to kick it again when you look up and see him.

you can't keep your eyes off of him. you've found people attractive before, but he's probably the most beautiful person — maybe even the most beautiful thing — you've ever seen. your heart almost stops when you look at him.

in that moment, the idea that he could be the one blooms in your head and you can't help but stare. you don't how long you keep your eyes locked on him, but he eventually looks up at you and his eyes widen for a split second. you're almost positive he feels what you feel, but not even a moment later, he pulls out what you can only describe as a lascivious smirk as his eyes travel up and down your figure. you feel like meat on display rather than his sacred other half. before you know it, a girl is sliding into his lap and he's turning away from you and planting a heavy kiss on her glossy lips while groping her ass.

"that's beomgyu," sumin says and you're snapped back into reality. "he's really hot, but he's slept with pretty much every girl here."

you're somewhat disappointed before you realize you must be mistaken. there's no way a man like that could be your soulmate. you strangle the bud of hope in your heart mercilessly because your soulmate is somewhere waiting for you and you can't afford to lose him over some pretty boy with community dick.

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you said you'd avoid him, but beomgyu is the first one you notice when you walk into the first class of your final semester as a college student. his eyes lock with yours and you hurriedly avert your gaze before sliding into the nearest seat.

"hi," a sweet voice from next to you says. you jolt and turn to look at him.

"sorry, i didn't mean to scare you," he laughs.

"it's okay, i'm just a little jumpy, i guess," you grin sheepishly.

"i'm soobin," he smiles and you can see his dimples come out. you briefly wonder if he'd mind if you poked them, but that sounds weird even to you.

you introduce yourself and find you're forgetting all about beomgyu as you and soobin begin to chat. he's funny in a dorky kind of way, and you can't help but giggle at the seemingly unassuming things he says.

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beomgyu notices you when you first walk in because of course he does, but he sees you sit next to soobin, a guy he met in freshman year, and feels a sense of loss he's never felt before. he watches as you grin and giggle at whatever lame jokes the boy next to you is almost certainly making and his eyes darken. yeonjun, his longtime friend and desk mate, notices his sour mood and asks what's wrong. beomgyu can't really answer that question. even he himself doesn't know why he feels so against you, a stranger, spending time with another guy, but he chalks it up to the fact that he thinks you're hot and would very much like to get in your pants as soon as possible.

he supposes he should have done so when he first saw you, but duty called when one of his frequent flyers sat in his lap and he couldn't very well ignore the way her chest swayed in front of him. he doesn't think about it much more deeply than that. he doesn't want to think about how your eyes seem to indicate that you know him — have known him — and he feels the same way about you. he toys with the idea of maybe asking you if you two knew each other at some point, but deep down, he knows he'd never forget you if he actually had known you before. he tries not to think about why that is.

-

a few weeks into the semester, you've sat next to soobin every day and it's safe to say you have a tiny little crush on him, but you know he's not your soulmate when he rolls his sleeves up one day and you spot a green seal on his wrist. you roll up your own sweater, just to be sure, but there's no pretty green tattoo to match. he spots your empty wrist and the expression on his face looks an awful lot like disappointment.

"i don't really care about that stuff, you know?" he whispers as your professor drones on and on about something you've stopped listening to long ago.

"really?" you ask a little too eagerly before reining yourself back in. what are you doing? you have a soulmate and he's waiting for you.

"really, really," he smiles. you prepare to launch into a long speech about the sanctity of soulmates and how you're waiting devoutly for yours, but instead of pushing the subject any further, he simply turns to the professor again and you're left reeling.

you're pulled back to your senses when the professor announces everyone will be paired up with a partner for an assignment. you and soobin grin at each other and are ready to begin prepping for the project when your professor adds that the partners will be completely random. when he calls soobin's name, your fingers are crossed in hopes that you'll somehow still get lucky, but he ends up pairing him with another classmate named yeonjun. you start getting a sinking feeling, something akin to dread, and you don't know why. clarity overwhelms you when you register that the person your professor opts to pair you with is none other than choi beomgyu.

-

beomgyu is late to your first library appointment together and though you didn't expect anything less from him, you're still annoyed when he arrives nearly 15 minutes after the scheduled time with nothing but a mumbled "sorry" and a cheeky grin.

"it's fine," you offer, but you both know you're irritated. you're a little bit of a pushover by nature and it's like he could immediately sniff it out. he doesn't even make an attempt to seem like he cares, though.

"are you ready to get started?" you ask.

"of course, what are you waiting for?" you roll your eyes at his shamelessness, frustration melting away without you intending for it to. you're kind of shy, but his presence is so comforting, it's like you've known him for years, so you dare to say your next words without much thought.

"you, smartass." he looks a little appalled at your words but he registers it as a joke when he notices the corner of your lips struggling not to pull themselves up, eyes gazing mischievously from beneath your eyelashes. not for the first time, he thinks you're really pretty. but he, not for the first time, says nothing.

-

after a few meet ups, you realize being with beomgyu is easier than you thought it would be. sure, he's incredibly obnoxious, but he's surprisingly easy to talk to. he invites you to his apartment one day and, as if he senses your apprehension before you can even feel it yourself, he states his roommate will be there as well. you try not to read too much into it, but you have a feeling he's implying that he won't make any moves on you. you're grateful for this, but unexpectedly a bit disappointed. as for why that is, you don't venture to guess.

being in his apartment is a new feeling entirely. it feels oddly... intimate somehow when you enter his bedroom and see all of his posters, his messy bed, and some vinyls stacked up against his record player. he nonchalantly puts one on and you gasp when you recognize the song.

"i love this band," you say quickly. his eyebrows raise in interest.

"you like them too?"

"of course i do! i've loved them since i was a teenager," you laugh.

"do you like their newer stuff?"

you wrinkle your nose a little bit at this, your answer evident. he laughs his signature squeaky laugh at this and you can't help but stare in awe at his dimples, like whiskers, appearing on his cheeks. you clear your throat awkwardly and begin to talk about the project.

after a few hours and some really great progress, you find you're a little hungry. you're about to mention this, but beomgyu beats you to the punch.

"i'm starving. want pizza?" you smile when you realize you're on the exact same page.

"thought you'd never ask."

-

you're sitting on his couch now, wolfing down your third piece of pizza while beomgyu slurps the cheese off of his. he's talking about absolutely nothing, but he's still easily drawing more and more laughter out of you with his antics. you tell him to stop because you hate your laugh, but he's addicted to the sound. he wants to keep you laughing. words like "always" and "forever" briefly flicker across his mind, and usually he would force them out with conviction, but he's having such a good time hearing you giggle he can't pay attention to much else. he never says it or gives any indication he feels that way, though. he just tells you "i can't help that i'm so fucking funny and charming and beautiful." you lightly smack the back of his head and he's giggling with you.

things are going remarkably well when his roommate emerges from his room and says a few of his friends will be coming over soon. you don't particularly want to hang around them and you certainly don't want to overstay your welcome, but beomgyu, for reasons unknown, insists that you stick around.

"we can just relax for a bit then get back to work. c'mon, don't you wanna finish this thing?"

"fine, fine, fine. i'll stay." his face lights up at your words and you can't help but blush a little bit at this. why he's so excited, you have no clue. what you also don't know is he has no idea why he's so excited, either.

a few minutes later, a few guys enter the apartment boisterously and you can't help but internally regret sticking around. beomgyu, almost preternaturally, senses how uncomfortable you are and makes an effort to introduce you and include you in conversation. things are going well until one of the guys, whose name you don't know but whose face seems vaguely familiar, makes an offhanded comment.

"y'know, gyu, she's actually very smart. maybe you'll actually pass." the entire group bursts into laughter and joke about his supposed stupidity and laziness.

"he's actually very helpful. i couldn't do this without him," you counter with a little edge to your voice.

"maybe you're not deadweight after all," he says sarcastically. beomgyu just smirks and goes along with it. to the untrained eye, he seems perfectly fine, but to you, he just looks kind of sad. you pull out your phone and decide to text him.

you don't have to laugh if you don't think it's funny

he looks up at you and you nod encouragingly.

it's fine i really am kinda dumb

don't say things you don't mean. you're not their dancing monkey here to entertain them and you're not a fucking punching bag

his heart feels a little sour at this. how did you know he was hurt by their comments, no matter how seemingly harmless they were? even his own friends didn't seem to notice, but somehow, you did. you always seem to notice the little changes within him. like when he's tired and doesn't want to show it, you offer to take breaks or meet another day. or when he's stressed out so you try to wrangle even the smallest of smiles out of him — real ones, that is. he wants to say you're just a thoughtful and perceptive person, but in reality, he thinks it's a little more complicated than that.

-

it's beomgyu's birthday, which should be a happy occasion, but for some reason, you feel like shit. you wonder if it's a mix of anxiety because of the project or maybe because your time in college is coming to the end, but it feels so much more profound than that. you woke up this morning from a fitful sleep and it feels like there's a hole blown through your heart. if you feel like shit, you don't look much better, but you have to meet with beomgyu at his apartment and you can't be late.

"whoa, you look absolutely awful," he muses when he opens the door and sees you with two appalling dark circles under your eyes.

"wow, thanks, asshole," you mumble. you did, indeed, look and feel like utter shit, but being here seems to bring a sense of relief you did not anticipate.

"hey, i'm just kidding, you look pretty," he laughs. he's been saying things like this, lately. you can't deny the way your heart skips a beat, but you shoot down any further thoughts because you know, know, know he sleeps around and you know that seemingly off-the-cuff comments like this are probably part of the reason why he's able to do so as easily as he does. you're not to be trifled with, though, so instead of letting the comment fly off your back as you usually would, your mouth opens before you know it.

"not as pretty as you, beoms," you smirk. you don't know exactly what you expected, but his ears turning a rosy pink isn't it.

"o-okay," he says sheepishly, clearing his throat. you find him criminally endearing in this moment, and for once, you don't mentally slap yourself for it.

"oh yeah. happy birthday!" you say, pulling out a cupcake and decisively putting an end to the awkwardness.

"thanks," he says with a smile before eyeing you suspiciously. "is this poisoned?"

"give it back," you say monotonously and he giggles when you try to snatch it away from him.

"hey, i'm just kidding! thank you!" he says as he takes a bite and his eyes widen in surprise.

"mmm, how'd you know this flavor's my favorite?"

"i dunno, i didn't. i just kinda figured you'd like it," you shrug. you walk towards his coffee table, which is where you all have been working lately, and again he's plagued with the idea that you know him far more deeply than you should.

working with beomgyu usually goes smoothly, but you're exhausted. you're still incredibly sad for no reason, but being with him makes you feel less... empty? you would try to put a name to the feeling, but you're too tired to do so at the moment.

"want some coffee?" he asks as he watches you yawn for the umpteenth time since you've been here.

"please," you say sleepily. he smiles and gets up from the floor as you bury your head in your hands.

beomgyu has been in a relatively good mood since you've been here, and not just because it's his birthday. he can't explain why, but his mouth has pretty much been etched into a curve ever since you got here. he catches a glimpse of his smiling face in the mirror of his living room before opting to fix his hair a little, mindful of how he looks in front of you. when he does this, he feels a rough patch of skin behind his right ear. he's confused when he runs his fingers over it and feels grooves and lines where there shouldn't be.

he quickly pulls out his phone and takes a picture. what he sees horrifies him. a seal. it's pink and delicate, but has a complicated pattern he couldn't even begin to replicate. the day he's been dreading for years has finally come. he stares at the picture before shaking his head and ruffling his hair to cover it again. no. this changes nothing. he won't let this ruin his day — his life.

he moves to the kitchen and begins to prepare your coffee. when he reenters the living room, he hears you lightly snoring with your head resting on the coffee table. he smiles in spite of himself and places the coffee down. he wants to say you look peaceful, but your eyebrows are furrowed like there's something you can't quite figure out.

he chuckles softly to himself before subconsciously pushing your hair out of your face and behind your ear. that's when he sees it. pink like a blooming flower and as complicated in its pattern as the one on his head. he hurriedly pulls his phone out and compares the picture of his seal to the one behind your ear. he already knows, but he has to be completely sure. he's not surprised in the slightest when he comes to the conclusion that they are, indeed, the same.

-

when you awaken, you feel a pit in your stomach and you're genuinely on the verge of tears. someone would think you'd had a nightmare, but you hadn't. you're stuck in a whirlwind of emotions when you're snapped away from them by a soft baritone voice.

"you awake?" beomgyu asks.

"shit, i'm sorry!" you exclaim, wiping the drool off of your face and straightening up your hair. "how long has it been?"

"i dunno, an hour or two?" he says nonchalantly. you sense some resentment in his tone and you feel beyond apologetic.

"god, i'm so sorry. let's just finish this really quick and i'll get going. i'm sure you want to be done with this and celebrate your birthday," you say embarrassedly.

"i already finished it," he says, and even through your sleepiness, you feel his disdain.

"you... finished it? alone?"

"why? do you think i'm not capable of doing it by myself?"

"no! not at all! i just feel bad that you had to do it alone," you exclaim.

"well, it's done. so you can leave now," he says, not without urgency.

"leave? but i —" but what? but i wanted to spend more time with you? that doesn't sound right, but that's what you feel.

"you can leave now," he repeats with disgust that you can't quite understand.

"o-okay. i'll get my stuff and go, but shouldn't we review everything together just in case?"

"i have plans, so no," he says firmly. you have no idea why he's so angry. you want to say it's because he had to finish the project alone while you were knocked out and drooling on his coffee table, but it feels much deeper than that.

"thanks for finishing everything. again, i'm so sorry," you say as you gather your things and head for the door. beomgyu is ready to shut the door behind you when you look back to him and softly say "happy birthday, beoms." and the door slams shut.

-

when you get home, the first thing you do is cry. the pain in your heart is suffocating. you so badly want to know what it is that's causing this seemingly out of nowhere pain, but you can't put your finger on it to save your life. you decide to shower and have another good cry. after you shower, you look in the mirror as you twist your hair up in a towel. your fingertips rub against a rough patch behind your ear when you do so and you're stunned before you register what it is. you take a picture to get a better look at it, but you already kinda know what to expect: a seal.

it's more beautiful than you imagined it'd be, but instead of joy, all you feel is dread. but why? a seal is a happy thing. you should feel relieved to finally have it on you and he should, too. you ponder over this and come to the conclusion that it's not your pain you're feeling, but your soulmate's. you've heard about soulmates feeling each other's emotions before, though it was somewhat rare. the question is: why is he so sad? you don't know how, but you instinctively know it has to do with the seal appearing and it makes you drop to the bathroom floor in tears. this isn't how you wanted it to be. you clutch your chest, willing your heart to stop pounding so hard, but it doesn't.

-

beomgyu has been avoiding you, that much is clear. as to why that is, you have no idea. he used to greet you and strike up conversation, project be damned. you want to think about this more, but the depression you feel makes it hard to think clearly about, well, anything, really. you feel an emptiness you've never known before, and you can't help but feel like being with him would make it better. in a way, you're glad he finished the project alone because you're sure you wouldn't have been able to be much help at all.

when you walk into the class you share, his absence puts you at a loss you don't understand. you remember that soobin is yeonjun's partner and ask him if he knows anything about beomgyu's whereabouts. he shakes his head.

"i don't know the details, but yeonjun said he's been bummed ever since he got his seal."  ever since he got his seal? that means he must have gotten it recently, just like you. the cogs in your brain start to turn and you feel the dread in your stomach again.

"why?” you ask tentatively. 

"i dunno. i think he might not like his soulmate, but he won't talk about it any more than that," he shrugs. "hey, are you okay?"

you nod before touching the seal behind your ear. you feel another pang in your heart. what if... what if he has the same seal? what if... beomgyu is your soulmate?

-

after class, you practically sprint out of the room and to beomgyu's apartment. you pound on his door impatiently and when he doesn't answer, you pound even louder.

"what are you doing here?" he hisses when he swings the door open. you flinch a little, but you're determined to get some answers. you falter when you notice a girl, haphazardly dressed, appearing from behind him.

"who's this, beomie?" she says, voice silky smooth.

"kick rocks," he says simply. she shrugs and makes her way past you while fiddling with her clothes. you don't have to guess what they just got finished doing, and it hurts, hurts, hurts.

"who's that?" you say, eyes glassy.

"what are you doing here?" he asks again, actually a little embarrassed, but never showing an ounce of it. you storm into his apartment and he shuts the door behind you.

"show me your seal," you say determinedly.

"what? no," he answers defensively.

you reach for his long hair to lightly tuck it behind his pierced ears. he wants to stop you, but he can't bear the thought of batting away your hand. he hears you inhale a sharp breath as you see the pink seal behind his ear and he feels his chest becoming heavier and heavier.

"how long have you known?"

"since my birthday," he answers after a slight pause.

"and when were you gonna tell me?"

"probably never," he says truthfully. your hand drops to your side and he subconsciously misses the way your touch felt.

"why?"

"because... because i don't want a soulmate."

"what's so bad about me?" you ask as your lips tremble.

"it's not just you," he sighs. "i've never wanted a soulmate."

"then what's so bad about soulmates?"

"i just don't want one and you can't make me," he snaps and you wince, so he tries again. "look, you're a nice girl and everything, but it's never gonna happen between us, so you need to stop trying."

"even without the seal, i'd still have feelings for you." he looks a little taken aback by this, as if he never expected to hear those words from you or anyone, really, and it makes your heart ache. "can't you just give me a chance?" you look so earnest right now, but he's almost sadistically dedicated to squashing the sprout of hope that is almost certainly peeking out of you right now.

"no, i can't. you're not my type at all. if we weren't soulmates i'd never even look at you." he's lying but if he's not cruel now, he knows you'll never let go.

"but we are soulmates and you are looking at me right now."

"for god's sake, you're not hearing what i'm saying. i will never love you, alright? i tried to be nice about it but you keep pushing me. you look fucking pathetic right now."

your frown deepens, eyes reddened and hot. as a last ditch effort, you hurriedly say your next words.

"i can feel your pain," you whisper and his eyes widen. "i know you feel it every day. i know you're empty and you need somebody — why can't i be that person? i-i'll be whatever you need me to be." you've taken your heart and served it on a silver platter. all he has to do is hold it.

"because you're not what i need! you're not even what i want!"

the silence that follows will haunt him for the rest of his life. you look so small right now, so fragile. he almost wants to take everything back, but he remembers what soulmates mean and what they can do to a person. he looks at how vulnerable you are, how your heart is bleeding in front of him and how easily he can and will break it. he never wants to give anyone that power over him. no fucking way.

"i can feel your pain," you try again, and before he can reply you continue. "can you at least feel mine?" you look absolutely devastated with your eyebrows furrowed pleadingly, sobs racking your body. you look like you're going to be sick.

"i can't and i don't wanna," he answers flippantly with a shrug and a lopsided smile. "that's how much you mean to me." he knows exactly what to say and how to say it, the way only somebody who really knows you ever can. it's the final nail in the coffin for you. you will lock your heart for him in it and bury it as deep as it'll go.

"i've been waiting for you, you know? always. always." your eyes trail down to his hastily thrown on shirt and hickeys adorning his neck. at this, his jaw clenches and his eyes actually close in shame. you're not sure where your pain ends and his begins, but for the first time, you don't really care. a burning rage fills your heart and your dignity demands to be taken seriously for the first time. you're a doormat, sure, but you won't be anymore. not for him, anyway.

"i don't want to see you anymore. don't you ever fucking talk to me again," you finish and with a spin on your heel you're sprinting towards the door.

-

you are true to your word. when you walk into class after the entire debacle, you don't even spare him a glance. even if you can feel his gaze on you, you remain perfectly unfazed. he asked for this, he thinks. it's the way it should be. still, nothing really consoles him when he sees how tired you look. he can't feel your pain, but he can very well see it, and he wishes he could take it away. he regrets what he said to you, but he knows you'd never give up if he had given you even a sliver of a way out.

you're a good girl, though. a lot of people will come your way if you'll just let them. he feels a pang in his chest when he thinks about what they'll be like. he doesn't like to imagine it very much, but his thoughts wander that way more than he'd like to admit. he can't fathom anyone being good enough for you, really. especially not him.

do you feel the way he hates himself for the way he has to treat you? he doesn't know for sure, but he's pretty convinced when he sees you put your head in your hands, shoulders shaking. soobin quietly asks if you're alright before you bolt out of the room.

-

it's an end of the year house party thrown by soobin's new friend and former project partner, yeonjun. you truly, honest to god, do not want to go, but sumin really wants you to and you feel guilty because you're unsure when you'll see her again after graduation.

you sit almost catatonically as she does your hair and makeup, dressing you as if you're some kind of doll. when she's finished playing dress-up, you have to give credit where it's due. you look like a new person, but you can still feel the rotten old you underneath the shiny veneer, and it doesn't feel very good at all.

you're sitting in a circle, passing a blunt around when someone mentions him. it's innocuous enough, but you still flinch when you hear it. they joke about how he's probably upstairs getting his dick wet with some exchange student who's only here for a semester. you don't think that's true, if only because you can feel the pull and it feels so fucking lonely and isolated there can't possibly be anyone else around him, but it still hurts to hear all the same.

sumin gets blackout drunk fairly quickly, which is nothing new. what is new, however, is how you match her shot for shot and chug for chug. you know in your head that you should stop, but your heart keeps telling you to drown it, drown it, drown it until you can't feel the pull anymore. so you do.

-

"my god, you're drunk!" yeonjun exclaims when you're literally about to fall over and bust your head open.

"i'm not drunk, you're drunk!" you hiccup. he almost laughs before he sees you grip your stomach and gag. he thinks it's the alcohol, but in reality, you feel the loneliness beomgyu felt dissipating and you can only imagine what he's doing to cope. fuck, you didn't want to feel this.

"c'mon, girl. don't throw up here. let's go to the bathroom." he leads you up the stairs into some shitty bathroom that doesn't even have toilet paper. you kneel in front of the toilet and let yourself go, tears marring your carefully crafted makeup.

yeonjun gently grabs your loose hair and twists it into a makeshift ponytail. when he sweeps the last few strands from behind your ears, he sees it. all pretty and pink, ornate but unassuming. the seal you share with beomgyu.

"oh fuck," he says simply. you're drunk, too drunk, but even you know what he means.

"don't... don't look at it," you hiccup as a fresh wave of tears stream down your cheeks. "i want it gone," you whine, futilely scraping at it with your fingernails. in your head, you know it won't do anything. seals are permanent and even a tattoo couldn't cover it — it'd just resurface. in your aching heart, though, the thought of having beomgyu's matching seal makes you sick and you're willing to do almost anything to get it off of you.

"what the fuck is going on here?" a voice you'd recognize from anywhere emerges from the bathroom doorway. soobin. "what happened to you?!"

he's kneeling down to your level and wiping the mascara from under your eyes. yeonjun is still holding your hair back, so it's only a matter of time before the seal catches soobin's eye. it takes him a second to place where exactly he's seen it before, but once he does he murmurs a simple "oh shit."

you'd laugh at the similar reactions from the two boys if you felt anything other than misery at the moment. soobin grabs a rag from god knows where and wets it to tenderly brush around your lips. yeonjun tactfully lets go of your hair and escapes from the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. you sit in silence.

"you know, this is a really bad time," he begins awkwardly, "but i want to remind you that the seal stuff doesn't matter to me. i know it matters to you right now, and that's okay, but it doesn't have to be that way forever." it takes you a minute to really process what he's saying and understand the implication behind his words. once you finally do, you're shocked to say the very least.

"do you still like me when i'm like this?" you say, mouth agape, tongue still heavy from the vomit.

"i do," he replies simply.

"really?"

"really, really."

-

beomgyu knew you felt his pain as soon as you said it, but he didn't know to what extent until he hears you sobbing in the bathroom. the walls are paper thin and you're not exactly quiet, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't straining his ears to ensure he's catching every word. and catch every word he does — even the ones you exchange with soobin — the ones that pierce his heart, and yours, apparently, because you wail when you feel it.

-

being with soobin is simultaneously the hardest and the easiest thing you've ever done. he starts off slowly, as if he's afraid to break you even more than you're already broken. he's patient with you even when you're sad about a certain somebody, and never makes you feel guilty for it.

when you're bawling your eyes out one night and cancel your plans with him, you're surprised to hear a knock on your apartment door, anyway. you look through the peephole and see a familiar figure with a smile on his face. you hurriedly wipe the mascara from under your eyes and pull your hood up to cover your fucked up hair.

"what are you doing here?" you ask once you open the door.

"i was just in the neighborhood and thought you might want some ice cream," he says simply.

you snort. the "neighborhood" in question is a good 20 minutes from his apartment, but you don't ask any questions for fear that he might actually leave.

and so you sit on the living room floor with a movie playing in the background as white noise. you forgo the formalities and both of you are digging into a, frankly, alarmingly large tub of ice cream with nothing but two spoons. he pokes your reddened nose when you eventually start to drift off into space and remember your soulmate doesn't want you. he doesn't ask any questions, either. just boops your nose and you're back to reality and giggling at his childishness.

being with soobin is so easy, so comforting, that when he eventually asks you to be his girlfriend, you say yes.

-

on graduation day, beomgyu feels an excitement he sincerely did not anticipate. sure, he was happy to graduate, but he had no idea he'd be fucking elated. he has no clue why he's so ridiculously excited when he's honestly not even sure what he'll do after college, but when your name is called to collect your diploma and his heart is racing so fast he feels like it might explode, beomgyu comes to a damning realization: it's not his happiness he's feeling... it's yours.

the revelation is fully enforced when he sees you leaving the stage and hugging soobin. he feels your heart skipping a beat when he watches your fingers lacing with the other man's. he can't quite understand it, but the contentment you feel juxtaposes the sadness brewing inside of him. the sense that something is missing feels more palpable than ever. you walk off with soobin, swinging your interlocked hands while he gently brushes his thumb against your fingers. you don't look beomgyu's way even once, and his eyes start to burn when he realizes that image will forever be seared into his head. he has nobody to blame but himself.

-

beomgyu can feel your joy now and it makes him sick. he feels the butterflies in your stomach as you slow dance with soobin. feels your first kiss and the thrums of electricity permeating from your lips to your toes. he even feels your excitement before soobin makes love to you for the first time and the pure bliss that comes after. he feels it all and it's enough to make his stomach churn. he wonders if you can still feel his pain, and on some level, he hopes you do. maybe he's selfish, but it would serve as another reminder that he's bound to you and you to him. it doesn't feel like you can, though. how could you be so happy if you felt even a fraction of the weight on his chest? he's drowning every day and you're out playing first comes love then comes marriage with soobin. he's currently looking at your instagram from a burner account (you blocked him on his main) and he's trying to keep his pain tucked carefully behind his ribs, where his heart is, but it's constantly threatening to overcome him. you look different — not bad — just different. you're glowing now, it seems, and your hair is always down. he has a guess as to why that might be, and it pains him to think about it. this must be the yearning everyone, including you, had felt. he supposes he should be happy that you're happy, but he's never claimed to be a good person, and the sight of a picture of you planting a kiss on soobin's cheek is enough to twist the knife in his chest.

notes pt. 2: hi :,) i hope you all liked this one. if not, i'm sorry :,) my pacing is sooo bad but i'm working on it i swear ( ཀ͝ ∧ ཀ͝ ) feedback is always appreciated!! and yes, there will be a part 2.

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[ijhyo]

NEWS FLASH! — teaser

in the months he’s been running through seoul stopping crime as the masked superhero sonic, beomgyu’s managed to keep his identity hidden. that is, until, you ask him to secure an interview with the speedster for the school newspaper. what is meant to be a once off deal results in beomgyu having to spend more time around you, both in the suit and out, as a new threat emerges threatening your safety and the city’s.

PAIRING. superhero choi beomgyu x fem reader

GENRE. superhero au ; college au ; secret identity ; fluff ; slight angst ; reluctant friends to lovers

WARNINGS. swearing ; kidnapping ; injuries ; nsfw jokes reader hates sunghoon so be warned ; action scenes ; mention of panic attacks but no one has one

WORD COUNT. est <20k

FEATURING. yeonjun (txt), sunghoon (enhypen), yeji + yuna (itzy), sumin (stayc)

A/N. what's up my people! i told you i would have another beomgyu fic for yall didn’t i? this is wayyy overdue (was supposed to be for a collab event but um. anyways! the fic is more than half finished rn so let's all cross our fingers that i'll be donw before may. speaking of!! ty ty mayjay @tyunni for the header 🫶🏾 check this out too idk lol. okay, okay im done byeeee

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In case it wasn’t clear, Universe, when Beomgyu said morning he meant eleven o’clock. Earliest. Not ass-crack o’clock and getting woken up by incessant knocking on his door.

He gets up and feels a crick in his neck from falling asleep on the couch. Expecting to see Yuna ready to collect his form that he has not yet filled out, Beomgyu straightens out his shirt, trying to make it look like he didn’t just roll off his couch. He has a total case of bed hair, but that’s hot, right? If he doesn’t draw attention to it, he can pretend it’s on purpose. Girls like messy hair.

With that in mind, Beomgyu opens the door with all the confidence in the world, his winning smile ready on his face, only to fall the moment he sees who is standing outside his room.

“I have a proposition for you.”

You wave a dismissive hand in his face and he swats at it petulantly like it’s a fly. “Please, save the pleasantries. Let me in, yeah?”

“What the fuck, Y/N?”

You, decidedly, were not Yuna. Where Yuna was all soft and shy smiles, here you are, deadpan expression and scowl all over your face.

“What part of that was pleasant to you?” Beomgyu bites out but steps away from the door anyway.

“You fill out that form yet?” you ask, looking around his room. If you were any other person, he might feel a little self conscious about how messy it is, but, as it stands, he’s just annoyed. What are you even doing here?

“No,” he responds curtly, eyeing said form precariously. He doesn’t understand why you even care, honestly. It’s like your sole purpose in life is to annoy him. “What do you want?”

If you can hear the clear irritation in his voice, you ignore it. “Imagine my surprise when my sweet, innocent little freshman—who I graciously took under my wing, mind you—texts me at ten PM asking about extra yearbook club forms because a ‘super cute guy just dropped by’...only to find out that it’s you.”

Beomgyu’s brain flits between a smug Yuna thinks I’m cute and— “You’re Yuna’s Junior Head?” The last bit was meant for his head but judging from the look you’re giving him, he said it out loud.

You just stare at him blankly, clearly unimpressed. “You should count yourself lucky that I didn’t just throw all the extras away once I found it was for you—” Beomgyu scowls— “but I guess I was feeling charitable. I came over to drop it off last night but you weren’t here.”

Shit. Yuna being in his room while he wasn’t here was manageable. She seemed too nice, too kind, too had basic human decency and wouldn’t go through his shit. You, however? Beomgyu wouldn’t put it past you to leave a dead rat or something under his pillow. He doesn’t say any of this though, in case you didn’t plant a dead rodent somewhere so as to not give you any ideas. He just shrugs noncommittally. “Went out.”

You hum. “Figured. Which is why I was so surprised to see this.” You pull out your phone and turn the screen to him, the gallery app opened up and there on the screen is—

“What the fuck, is that a dick pic?”

“What?” You turn the phone to stare at it, mouth hanging open slightly.

“Oh my god, did you take an unsolicited dick picture of me? What the fuck, Y/N? That’s, like, so uncool, what the fuck?”

“Oh, relax, it’s not yours. You should be so lucky.” Beomgyu has half a mind to strangle you right then and there. You swipe at the screen a few times before huffing out a breath and showing him the screen again. “This is what I was talking about, my god.”

And it’s him. Sonic. In his famous and easily identifiable blue and white suit, the grey embroidered lightning bolt running down his entire spine, body halfway out of his bedroom window, about to start his patrol. Holy shit.

Beomgyu can feel his eyes bulging out of his head. No, no, no, this can’t be happening. He’s been so careful! Sure, sneaking out of his window almost every night wasn’t the smartest idea but he had limited options! And he always made sure that there was no one around on the streets and he was literally as fast as light. He never had to worry about anyone seeing him because he moved faster than the brain could compute. This was never supposed to happen!

You hum, either oblivious to his internal panic or simply not caring, it’s not clear. “Interesting, right?”

“Uh…” Beomgyu says smartly.

Pocketing your phone, you clasp your hands together in front of you. “Now, this is where my proposition comes in.”

He groans dramatically, already preparing himself for the worst. “What do you want?”

“Get me an interview with him. With Sonic.”

“What?” Okay. He did not prepare for that.

“You heard me,” you say, shrugging, as if what you said was a completely normal request. “Otherwise this photo gets posted and the whole school finds out that you are Sonic’s secret bootycall.”

“I’m his what?”

This is insane—You are insane. Beomgyu would have laughed out loud at the absurdity of the situation if you weren’t standing here in front of him, arms crossed across your chest, clearly serious.

He baulks. “No, I am not getting you an interview with Sonic, are you insane?” It isn’t even a serious question because Beomgyu knows the answer to that. You are a citizen of Crazy Town, Population of One.

“Well, why not?”

“Aside from the fact that there is literally nothing I would rather do less, I don’t like you.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m not crazy about you either, believe me. But you clearly know him.”

“That’s inconsequential and can’t be proven.”

“I have literal photographic evidence of him leaving your room.”

“Gah!” Beomgyu feels like he’s nine years old again, arguing about one thing or the other with you in class to the annoyance of your teachers. You always had a knack for getting on his nerves and it doesn’t help that the two of you were put in the same class every year for school. Even when his family moved from Daegu to Seoul and he thought that finally he was free from you, you had transferred to the same school as him.

He genuinely thinks that the two of you aren’t able to have a normal conversation without arguing. (It was actually suggested by one of your high school teachers that it might be best if you just join the debate team together. Bad idea. Him and you on the same team? Yeah, right.)

Going to college has been a sort of safe haven from being around you all the time, even if you did, once again, follow him to the same exact school. He’s just glad that the two of you are doing completely different courses and that the campus is big enough so it is almost virtually impossible to run into you. That is, of course, when you are not tracking him down to his room. “What do you even want an interview with him for?”

You look like you want to fight him. He can see your jaw clenching and your eye is twitching a little, a telltale sign that you are reaching your patience with him, and he is prepared to get into it with you when you uncharacteristically let out a frustrated groan and proceed to throw yourself onto his couch.

“Ugh!” you whine, pressing the heel of your hands to your forehead. “The newspaper committee has this stupid, dumb as fuck, running competition for all the junior editors to decide who will be Editor in Chief next year and stupid, dumb as fuck, Park Sunghoon’s stuff keeps getting chosen over mine because ‘No one wants to read about how there is no hope to stop global warming, Y/N. People want to believe they can make a difference. Why don’t you write about plastic straws instead, like Sunghoon?’ and—Ugh!

“Up until now my plan was to just, like, kill Sunghoon so the spot would go to me by default, but now I can interview an actual superhero and no matter how many stupid fucking turtles Sunghoon writes about saving, there is no way he can get a front page over that. So. Get me that interview.”

Beomgyu blinks dumbly, physically recoiling. “Uh. Okay…”

“Okay?” Your eyebrows furrow.

“Not okay okay, just…okay. Like, woah, okay, that’s. A lot.” Beomgyu thinks that this might be the most you’ve ever said to him in one go that did not include you cursing him out or complaining about how annoying he was. It was weird and a little disconcerting. He didn’t like it.

“I know.”

“It’s the most you’ve ever spoken to me in one go.”

Your face twists up at that. “Gross. Don’t make it weird.”

“You’re the one asking for my help, remember.”

“No, no, this is blackmail,” you correct, wagging a finger in his face and he slaps it away.

“You can’t even prove it’s my room.” He knows it’s futile, that he really has no choice but to give in, but just like the sun can’t help shining, he can’t help fighting with you.

“Oh, please, the people at this school are stupid and will believe anything. Plus, now that I’ve seen what the inside of your room looks like, I can just work a little photoshop magic and add things that are recognisable, have your friends comment on how the room looks a little familiar, and boom. My work is done.”

Beomgyu studies your face carefully, looking for any cracks that prove your bluffing, but he knows you and if there was one thing about you, you never bluffed. Everything you said, you meant. Fuck, he can’t let that photo get out. You might believe that he’s not Sonic and that he just knows him, but others might not and it would only be a matter of time before someone makes the connection between him and his superhero persona.

You raise a single eyebrow. Beomgyu sighs loudly, defeated. This, he tries to rationalise, is the lesser of two evils. “God, fine. I’ll get you that interview.”

“Great!” You jump to your feet with a flourish, very clearly satisfied with yourself and Beomgyu’s scowl deepens. You hold a hand out for him to shake and he pointedly ignores it, not that you care. “I’ll text you where he should meet me. Pleasure doing business with you. Also, get that form handed in. And stop seducing my freshman!”

He watches as you leave his dorm and feels like he’s just ran three laps around Seoul (and yes, he’s done that before). Throwing himself onto his couch, he covers his face with a cushion and lets out the most frustrated scream of his life, then abruptly stands up. Walks over to his door. And locks it.

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