#seokmin fanfiction

[seokgyuu]

You might have a thing for Seokmin’s hands. Seokmin, your best friend. Who you definitely do not see as anything else! Really. Not at all! And he obviously doesn’t see you as anything else either. Like, for real! … Right?

Pairing: Seokmin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Best friends to lovers, Smut (MDNI!).

Requested: yes, thanks sweet anon!!

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Going through my requests right now and this one stuck out because I too love Seokmin’s hands. I mean… look at them!! Thanks for the request lovely anon and sorry that it took literal months for me to finish this (yikes).

tagging: @wongyuseokie, @the-boy-meets-evil, @multi-kpop-fanfics, @onlyseokmins, @dkakapizzaboy, @honeykyeom, @drunk-on-dk, @cheolism, @wooahaeproductions <3 just because i want to, hihi.

Smut Warnings under the cut!

Smut Warnings: masturbation (f), finger sucking, fingering, dirty talk

In your many years on this planet most of these have been spent being best friends with Lee Seokmin. 

At this point you probably knew him better than he knew himself and vice versa. There was nothing the two of you didn’t share, sometimes being mistaken for a couple when in reality all you feel for each other is nothing but platonic admiration. You love each other, but platonically! You sleep in each other's arms most nights, but platonically! Sometimes you wish he would hold you a little tighter and sometimes he wishes he could touch you in places he shouldn’t, but it is all, of course, platonically!

In fact, your relationship is so platonic that you are currently holding your beloved vibrator to your throbbing clit staring at a picture of his hands. His beautiful hands, his long fingers graced by rings you had gifted him because, fuck, did you love seeing him with jewellery you had given him. Especially rings. 

The high you’re craving as much as you feel guilty is nearing and you arch your back, hips chasing the feeling of the vibrations on your bundle of nerves - and when the thought of Seokmin above you with his fingers fucking you open, rings on and all, occupies your mind once more, not leaving any space for a guilty conscience, you finally come undone. You sigh his name over and over, riding out your orgasm and once your vibrator is off and your panties are back in place, you slowly start to realize what you’ve just done. Again. How many times have you told yourself you wouldn’t do this again? How many times have you sworn that Seokmin was your best friend and nothing else? 

Best friends don’t think about the other when they get off. Best friends don’t crave the other’s touch when they aren’t around. Best friends don’t want to get finger-fucked by the other! 

Maybe, you think, you aren’t Seokmin’s best friend after all because all of these points apply to you. With a groan you lock your phone and swing your legs off the bed, still feeling a bit dizzy from your orgasm. Just when you are about to head to the bathroom, you hear knocks on your front door. 

Frowning, you look at the clock hanging on the wall across from you. It’s one o’clock in the morning, who would ever- another knock. More vehemently this time. You blink a few times, not even registering that you’re wearing nothing but one of Seokmin’s shirts and your panties when you open the door. 

Glossy brown eyes look at you, reddened cheeks and lips on the face you think about more than you should. 

“Seokmin?!” 

“You’re- you’re wearing my shirt.”

He is inside your apartment with the door closed behind you in mere seconds. His hands somehow landed on your waist and you are now stuck between him and the cold wall, your eyes big and round looking up at him.

“What are you doing here, what- what’s going on?”

“I kissed someone,” he breathes and you hate that the words make your heart drop, “I kissed this girl when I was at a club with Mingyu and- fuck, I kissed her and I somehow realized that I don’t want to kiss her.”

“Okay, that’s okay, Seok. You stopped kissing her then, right?”

When he shakes his head, you feel another pang of pain inside your chest.

“I kissed her some more, she asked me to go home with her and I was already on my way out, ready to get into the cab and let her take me to her place, but…”

The way he looks at you, the way his fingers dig into your skin. He doesn’t say it, and you don’t want to ask. 

“You’re drunk.” You somehow stumble out, freeing yourself from his grasp and instead walking over to the kitchen, to get your best friend some water.

“I didn’t even drink that much.” You hear the pout before you see it, turning around to face him, your eyes settling on his body leaning against the doorframe. 

“You should still drink some water, Seok, alright?”

He doesn’t try to stop you when you hand him the glass and he even takes two big sips before putting it down.

“Why didn’t you call before you came here?” You ask then, leaning against the kitchen counter. 

“Phone’s dead.” He explains and you sigh, pulling a hand over your face.

“So, you didn’t tell Soonyoung you’re not coming home tonight?”

“I-,” Seokmin starts but then realizes he, in fact, hadn't told his roommate he was going to be gone for the night. 

“Lee Seokmin,” you shake your head at him, “get my phone from my room and text him, I bet he’s dying of worry right now. You know how he is.”

As much as Seokmin wishes it wasn’t true - it is. Soonyoung his (other) best friend and roommate is overbearing as much as he is kind. Pouting once more, he turns around to walk into your bedroom, seeing your phone laying on top of your bed. For a split second he feels guilty - had he woken you up? Gnawing on his bottom lip, he rids himself of his coat and hangs it over your desk chair, also taking off his shoes in the process and putting them next to yours by the closet, before finally grabbing your phone and unlocking it with the code he just so happens to know. 

He stops in his steps. Stares at the screen. Then, he blinks a few times and feels his body react right away. Electricity shoots through him and explanations as of why he is seeing what he’s seeing, explanations that have his stomach flip and his heart triple in speed, that have his imagination go wilder than he’d usually allow himself around you.

“Y/N.”

“Did you not find it?�� You call back from the kitchen, getting out a pot to make some late night ramen, only to turn around and look at him and feel your face fall. He is holding your phone up for you to see the screen, his zoomed in hands still on your display. Fuck. 

Coming up with an explanation as of why the fuck his hands are on your screen at almost 2 o’clock in the morning leaves your brain blank. There is only so much you can say that isn’t totally weird - and even then, it still is. 

But something about the way Seokmin is looking at you isn’t even allowing you to open your mouth and stutter out a lame excuse. 

“I want you to be honest with me,” he begins calmly, slowly walking over to you now, “why are my hands zoomed in on your phone screen in the middle of the night, darling?”

The pet name bolts through you and leaves your brain even more blank. Suddenly, you don’t know how to speak, how to think. Yet, Seokmin seems to know that he caught you in something he didn’t even know it was possible to find you in. 

“Y/N, be honest,” he repeats when he is back in front of you, when you’re caged in between him and the kitchen counter, when all that’s between you is the little space he has left, “do you have a thing for my hands?”

Shit. He’s so close now, your phone discarded on the counter next to you and you still don’t remember how to speak. It’s stupid, you know it is, he’s probably just teasing you, just trying to get a reaction out of you before he laughs it off. 

Just that he doesn’t. 

Seokmin doesn’t move, instead he comes closer, one of his insanely pretty hands softly grabbing your chin, turning your head to make you look straight up at him. God, his eyes are sparkling. Everything about him seems to be sparkling. 

“Answer me, love.”

You wish you could, really. But your mouth is dry and your body is burning and all you can focus on is the hand on your face. So, instead of verbally answering you, very slowly, nod. The smug smile that spreads on Seokmin’s face is something no one could have prepared you for. 

“Interesting. Let’s see.” He moves his hand up just slightly, thumb brushing against your lips and you can’t help but drop open your mouth, sucking it right into your wet heat. The moan that escapes him catches both of you by surprise and has you pressing your thighs together. Seokmin doesn’t speak, he just looks at you, letting you suck in his thumb with wide eyes that have his cock twitching wildly in his pants. 

He begins thrusting his thumb into your mouth, saliva building up and beginning to trickle down out of the corners of your lips, his eyes glued on your face. When you begin to swirl your tongue around him, he breathes out a strained sigh, quickly replacing his thumb with is middle and index finger. 

Now it’s you who’s moaning. How many nights had you stayed awake with your fingers inside your cunt, with your vibrator against your clit, with you humping your pillow, imagining exactly this. Sucking on his finger’s as he fucked you senseless with either his other hand or his cock. 

“Fuck, baby, you really do have a thing for my hands,” he mutters, perhaps even more to himself than you and he instructs you to suck on them, his free hand sneaking around you, pressing you against him flat on your ass. 

Nothing has ever been as much of a turn on as this. Seokmin’s fingers in your mouth, his other hand squeezing your ass as he is very obviously rubbing himself against you, his erection visible through his pants and hard to miss against your lower stomach. He doesn’t speak for a while, just enjoying the feeling of having all the power over you, something he had never thought possible, bathing in the knowledge you want him just as much as he wants you. 

When he deems it enough, he pulls his fingers out, thick saliva connecting them to your red lips and he groans at the sight, quickly bringing the fingers down and straight to where you need them the most. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t tease, instead he slips his hand into your folds and feels them, coating the two fingers he just pulled out of your mouth in your juices, reveling in your small noises. 

“Want them inside of you, don’t you, baby girl? Want me to fuck you with them?” 

It’s merely a whisper coming out of his mouth and you whimper, nodding your head yes once more, Seokmin chuckling as he leans forward, his breath hitting your face.

“Need you to use your words, okay?” He says, lips touching your cheek and you swallow hard, hips bucking to meet his fingers.

“I-,” you stutter, “I, f-fuck, Seokmin, please-,”

“Please what, darling?”

“Pl-please p-put them i-inside,” you cry out, your hands gripping the material of his shirt, eyes begging him to do as you asked. 

“God, you’re so desperate, might just make me cum in my pants. Gonna fuck your pretty pussy with my hands while you’re wearing my shirt, fuck,” his voice is breathy against your ear and you’re just about to beg him again, when he finally does what you’ve been dreaming about for years. 

The second he breaches your hole, you already feel like the gates of heaven just opened up for you. His fingers are like the drug you knew you’d get addicted to once you’ve got a taste of them and the second they are fully inside you, you fear nothing will ever come close again. Your body reacts by shaking uncontrollably, your pussy sucking him in as far as possible, Seokmin’s moans in your ear the sweetest sounds you’ve ever heard. As his fingers begin to thrust inside of you, his lips begin to kiss your neck, up to your cheek and finally your lips, both of you sighing in relief when you finally take one step further. Because somehow this is more intimate than his fingers fucking you. 

This could have easily been mistaken as a tipsy Seokmin helping his best friend blowing off steam by finally giving into her desire for him, but the second he kisses you both of you know this is going to be so much more. 

Your arms move to wrap around his neck as you spread your legs further for him, giving him better access and more room to move his hand as he continues his thrusts, your whimpers against his lips skilfully getting caught by his tongue.

“So fucking wet and tight, such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He mumbles against your mouth and you nod, pulling him closer, lips back on his to begin yet another heated kiss. The two of you make out, one of your legs around his waist as he picks up his speed, thumb finding your clit no problem, causing you to arch your back and pant into the kiss.

“Seok- so- so close!” You cry out and he chuckles again, kissing down your neck, sucking harshly on your skin as he pulls his fingers out only to come back with one more. 

Three fingers fuck you open for more, your moans getting louder, fingers digging into his nape as you chase his fingers with your hips, tears behind your eyes threatening to spill because of how fucking turned on you were. You’re dripping down his fingers, down your thighs, your panties shoved to the side by him, probably cutting into his fingers, but he doesn’t seem to care. 

“Yeah? Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Cum on my fingers? How long have you wanted this, hm? How long have you dreamt of my fingers fucking you until you make them drip in your cum?”

His dirty words are so out of character for your usually so bright and sweet best friend, but they do their job perfectly. Accompanying your whines is your pussy clenching around him repeatedly, throbbing against his fingers and Seokmin really thinks he could shoot his load just from this. 

“Faster, pl-please!” Your hips are moving at rapid speed and Seokmin meets your efforts, thumb pressing down on your clit and letting his fingers quickly pump in and out of your perfect pussy, already feeling your nearing climax around him. 

When he kisses you again, his tongue finding yours, circling it skilfully and sucking it into his mouth, you feel your orgasm rush over you, cum soaking his whole hand as he fucks you through it, your moans landing right in his hot mouth. 

“That’s it, darling, cum on my fingers, soak them in your cum, show me how good I made you feel, fuck.” 

Tears are rolling down your cheeks, tears of pleasure and happiness, tears of desperation as you ride out your orgasm, almost crying more when he pulls his fingers out of you to lick them clean like a starved man. Your head spins at the visual and you let yourself fall against the counter, sure you could probably count the stars floating around your head currently.

“Delicious, so pretty and delicious.” Seokmin hums when his fingers are out of his mouth and he smiles at you like the soft puppy you know he is. 

“Seokmin…,” you don’t even know what to say, still in awe and still recovering from the best orgasm you’ve ever had. He shushes you, both of his hands on your waist, pulling you into his chest.

“Later, love. Now, I need you to ride my cock, how does that sound?”

Smiling at him you think that nothing had ever sounded sweeter.

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[kwanisms]

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➥ 5.2k; While on a summer theater retreat, Seokmin enlists the help of a very pretty stagehand to help him practice his lines late at night.

»» A Private Tour ♧ ➤ coming soon

➥ --; Seokmin and Y/N meet again at a holiday show and Seokmin decides after dinner to give her a private tour of the theater he performs at.

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➥ 7.9k; When your best friend asks you to go on a paid vacation with her family and the rest of the wedding party a week before the wedding, you couldn’t say no, until you realize she just might be trying to set you up with the best man, Seokmin.

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➥ 2.3k; Seokmin knows that Y/N’s period can cause some pretty intense cramps and after reading that sex can help with the pain, has decided to test the theory out.

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[shina913]

That's Mine | LSM

That's Mine

Pairing: Seokmin(Dokyeom) x Fem!Reader

Rating: M 🔞; NSFW

Genre: Established relationship; domestic au; smut; pwp; tiniest bit of fluff in the end

Warnings: clit play; oral (fem receiving); fingering

Word count: 913 words

Summary: "Do you think I’m worried about what you’ve put in your mouth?"

A/N: Phew, it's been a minute since I've posted a fic! Yes, yes, I know it's a pwp but this is huge for me as I haven't written anything substantial in a while. I was honestly afraid that I would just lose my love for writing but I got the perfect prompt. If you watch Nana Tour, you'll know! Anyway, I'll stop the dramatics there and hope you enjoy this. Happy Birthday, Carats! 💎

PS: Thank you @roaminginthenights for beta-reading 🥰

You and Seokmin are spending two nights away at a hotel in wine country. You had a few wine tastings scheduled today and the shuttle was picking you up in about two hours. He’s up earlier than you, already showered, and now brushing his teeth.

You wander to the bathroom but stop short at the threshold.

"W-what the... hey! That's mine!" you exclaim, pointing at the toothbrush he had in his hand.

"How? I took it from–" He scans the counter to find a blue toothbrush by the sink and the empty glass container, where you left your toothbrush last night. He smiles bashfully. "Sorry, babe. I thought it was mine," he says, still keeping your toothbrush in his mouth.

You put your hands on your waist and sigh in mild exasperation. "Remember when I told you last night, when I unpacked the toiletries, that I have the orange one and you have the blue one?”

"I think I may have had that backwards in my head," he chuckles, then spits out his toothpaste and rinses his mouth.

Picking up the blue toothbrush, he presents it to you. "Here, why don't you just use mine?" 

Your brows knit and you slow-blink at his suggestion. “Lee Seokmin, are you for real?”

He laughs, dismissing your annoyance. “It’s just a toothbrush! It gets cleaned with toothpaste and water!” He says matter-of-factly. 

“Well…yeah but–” you say with hesitation. “It was in your mouth.” It’s not that you were a germophobe. It’s just that sharing toothbrushes felt weird to you, even though you’ve already been together for a while.

He cocks an eyebrow at you. “So? You know where my mouth’s been,” he says with his eyes flicking below your waist. “Do you think I’m worried about what you’ve put in your mouth?” His smirk in the end reminds you of what you were doing last night…on your knees.

You let your arms fall to your sides, chuckling nervously while you relax your stance–even though deep down, you’re anything but relaxed.

“I–that’s…that’s not even what I’m trying to say,” you stutter, slowly backpedaling into the bedroom.

Keeping his hooded gaze on you, he moves closer. He catches your waist, making your breath hitch. His voice lowers in that raspy, sexy tone that turns you on. "Then what are you saying?"

You gulped only to find that your mouth suddenly felt dry. “I’m just saying–stick with the blue toothbrush next time,” you respond a little breathily. Your pulse quickens at the feel of his body flushed against yours. You’re also mildly aware that all you’re wearing is a bathrobe. You don’t protest when he tugs the belt loose, exposing you for him.

“Okay,” he says softly, barely a whisper. He dips his head, nuzzling your jaw with the tip of his nose. “Do you want an apology?”

“I…” You're too distracted by his hands moving between your inner thighs to form a complete answer. Your core clenches in anticipation. When the tips of his fingers brush against your bare skin, you inhale sharply.

He places soft, wet kisses down your neck, his tongue licks at your fluttering pulse. Meanwhile, his fingers find their way between your slicked folds. You let out a pathetic moan. “I can get on my knees, if you want?” 

It takes you a second to gather your bearings before nodding wordlessly. The next thing you know, he backs you into the bedroom until you feel your legs hit the side of the bed. He slowly guides you, lowering your body to the mattress. Lost in dizzying pleasure, you manage to croak out, “But…the wine tasting–aah!” You gasp when his mouth wraps around a nipple and suckles on it.

“Relax. We have time,” he says calmly, moving lower until he settles between your legs. “I want to apologize first and promise to listen next time.”

Another moan escapes your lips, this time more guttural, when his tongue makes contact with your clit, licking and circling the pulsating bundle of nerves. As he slips two fingers inside you, your back arches off the mattress, your hands clenching the sheets while your hips churn against his hand.

“Yes…like that…make me cum.” You feel him smiling against your skin. He enjoys being praised for doing a good job, and you're happy to oblige by letting him hear just how good he makes you feel. His thumb rubs circles over your clit, pushing you to the brink of orgasm. Your body tightens as he thrusts his fingers into you, his tongue expertly teasing your folds, licking and sucking rhythmically.

You orgasm with a breathless cry, your eyes tightly squeezed in pure pleasure. He gently sucks on your clit once more, prolonging your high. The intense sensation makes your skin tingle, but soon overstimulation sets in and you have to wriggle away from his grasp.

You turn your head at the same time he collapses beside you. “Apology accepted,” you panted.

His lips curve into a smile, and you both burst into a fit of giggles. He rolls over onto his side, balancing his weight on his arm. His demeanor immediately changes into something soft and affectionate, as if he hadn't just done the naughtiest thing to you mere moments ago. It makes your heart squeeze.

He lowers his head and kisses you on the lips. "Sorry for putting your toothbrush in my mouth.”

“With an apology like that, you can put anything of mine in your mouth,” you laughed.

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[ashonheavenscloud]

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ ot13 seventeen: favourite places to kiss you <3

a/n: these got longer and increasingly sickeningly sweet as i went on JASBJDJD i hope you enjoy <3 comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated, but please do not repost :)

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☆ seungcheol:

Lips: he’s just so obsessed with kissing you omg and it makes him twice as happy if he gets to cradle your head close to his and watch your eyelids flutter shut before he kisses you. loves loves loves how you look dazed and flustered after he pulls away it’s literally his favourite thing in the world. if you’re in a rush, or busy with something- YOU’RE NOT TOO BUSY FOR HIS LIPS😠 he is actually incapable of quick pecks. 30 seconds max, and that’s only if you really insist you have to get to work in time.

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☆ jeonghan:

Cheeks: i think jeonghan would give you really sweet cheek kisses :( especially as a greeting. he’ll be sleepy in the morning and pad into the living room to where you’re sipping coffee/tea and gently kiss your cheek as good morning. or he’ll be sitting next to you in comfortable silence, reading or scrolling through his phone and when you say something that makes him smile, he just leans over and pecks your cheek. you also MUST reciprocate!! or he’ll get pouty and upset until you give him as many as he deems necessary to make up for it💔

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☆ joshua:

Cheeks/lips: imagine you’re casually chatting with Joshua and when you stop talking or pause to take a breath he softly laughs and kisses your cheek. HE CANT HELP IT it’s just his natural reaction to how endearing you are! no matter what, anytime you finish ranting to him, he has to kiss your cheek or lips. mostly because of how much it makes you smile, he would do anything to see you smile and blush. which is why kissing your lips is another favourite of his! he likes the dazed expression on your face when he pulls away, and the way he can feel your smile on his mouth as he’s kissing you. but be warned- kisses on the lips can never be short with this man. because the second he’s kissing you every other plan goes out the window. i guess you’re booked for the evening ;)

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☆ jun:

Nose/lips: he likes to kiss tip of your nose :( as well as silly little kisses on your lips. he just gets really excited easily and when he is, and he’s rambling to you or showing you something he found that he thought would make you smile or laugh, he’s pausing between every few sentences to peck you. usually his kisses flurry between your nose and lips before you pull him in for a real kiss and he MELTS and happily obliges to kissing you longer. ramble immediately over, he’s got all the time in the world when your lips are on his.

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☆ hoshi:

???: honestly… hoshi would just kiss you everywhere JAJSJSJ he isn’t picky!! he’ll squish your face between his palms and kiss all over your face, or come behind you and kiss the back of your head/neck. when he’s sleepy and you’re cuddled together he’ll hold your hands gently to his chest and lean down and press little kisses to your knuckles :((( he’s basically ALWAYS kissing you and if there’s a situation where for some reason he can’t sneak one in, he’s holding your hand in his and thinking of some way to pull you away for just oneeeeeee second-

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☆ wonwoo:

Hands/fingers: he totally kisses your fingers and the back of your hand i will die on this hill. mostly because i think wonwoo would just perpetually be holding your hand. it’s a casual way to stay connected with you, especially in comfortable silence. whether you’re both reading or napping or watching something on the tv, he keeps your hand intertwined with his, every once in a while bringing your knuckles to his lips to gently kiss them, maybe even several times. he likes that it makes you super flustered and smiley, and makes him quietly smile to himself too. it’s also a reassuring gesture that he’d use when you’re anxious or stressed, and subtle enough that he can lightly kiss your hand when you’re out in public and not get super shy about it

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☆ woozi:

Temples: woozi isn’t one for public displays of affection, and isn’t necessarily the clingy type but he does feel very protective of you. one way he shows that is by kissing your temples, especially when he knows you’re stressed. he’ll ease your furrowed brow with his hand, massaging away the tension with a gentle kiss on your temple and a warm smile that quietly reminds you he’s there, he’s on your side. if you did a similar thing to him, he’d honestly probably get really flustered and blushy, but he loves it even when he whines that he’s trying to work and you’re disturbing him! (please disturb him more often, you’re his breath of fresh air)

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☆ seokmin:

Cheeks/jawline: now i think seokmin is just perpetually kissing you anywhere, similar to hoshi, but while hoshi is straight up attacking you with affection LMAO seokmin tends to be gentler. which is why he especially likes to kiss your cheeks. it’s tender. it’s sweet. and he can do it anytime anywhere. he probably does this most when you’re working or busy doing something, just to remind you that he loves you :( if you’re not busy, though, he does not want to kiss you just once and ends up trailing a bunch of feathery kisses over your jawline. sometimes it escalates🫣 but it’s often just to tease and make you squirm cause he thinks it’s cute shhdhshsjdjf really his goal when kissing you is always to make you smile/giggle because happy you = happy seokmin!

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☆ mingyu:

Neck/lips: mingyu likes to come up behind you and give you bear hugs ALL THE TIMEEEE, and naturally that gives him the perfect excuse to bury his head in the crook of your neck and plant a couple kisses on your skin. he does this literally all the time, and they can be equal parts affectionate and sweet, as well as teasing and a lil spicy, depending on either of your moods <3 but also mingyu is just obsessed with kissing your lips, and when he does he cannot get enough. he’s got your lower lip trapped between his teeth and he’s making out with you for a good fifteen minutes before he realizes he actually came into the room to grab his charger NOT to kiss you… but who’s complaining really🤪

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☆ minghao:

Top of your head/forehead: like woozi, minghao is very protective of you. he has a very nurturing and attentive nature where all he wants to do is keep you happy and cared for. however, he equally appreciates that you both have independent hobbies and careers, so he really appreciates subtle acts of love that reminds each other that you’re thinking of the other even when you’re busy or doing your own things. kissing the top of your head/forehead is one of these subtle, but very meaningful actions minghao does regularly. when you greet him in the morning he greets you with coffee or tea and a lingering kiss on your head. as you’re getting ready for the day, he’ll briefly pause running around the house to gently kiss your forehead. he also often pairs his kiss with a few fingers affectionately running through your hair. you both find it calming, and if not anything else, minghao wants to be your safe place.

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☆ seungkwan:

Cheeks/lips: HE LOVESSSS KISSING YOUR CHEEKS he thinks you’re the cutest coolest person in the world and he likes that this small little offering of affection makes you smile. he especially uses this to show his gratitude to you- if you cooked dinner for him or offered to do a chore because he’s busy, or even when you’ve done nothing and he wants to remind you how thankful he feels to have you in his life🥺 and i had to add lips because at the end of the day, when he’s finished all his work, busy from his many schedules and hobbies etc. he comes home tired and spent, and kissing you lets him relax and let go of any stress. it makes him feel so content and at peace💔

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☆ vernon:

Forehead/temples: vernon is someone who appreciates the little things. he likes subtle, casual pieces of affection that are small thoughtful reminders that the other is thinking of them. for vernon, one of these small actions is light kisses on your temples or forehead. and he probably does this a lot- when you’re cuddling or waiting in line or watching a film/show. he pulls you close and gently kisses you, going back to whatever you were doing/talking about without blinking an eye. i think it’s similar to woozi and minghao, too, where vernon would feel very protective of his s/o and it’s something that he knows makes you feel safe and cared for.

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☆ chan:

Forehead/lips: okay i picked these specifically but i think chan would love to kiss all OVER your face because he just loves looking at you🥺 it makes his heart burst when you make eye contact with him and smile and he cannot help but want to flurry kisses all over you. however he knows there’s a time and place, so if you’re out in public or in the middle of something he generally settles for a lingering kiss on your forehead that’s both affectionate and fiercely protective. because what’s the point of his affection if not to preserve your smile? on the flip side i honestly i think he’d get SO excited if you kissed him first. he could just explode when you kiss him full on without without warning. will attempt to hide his fire red ears by returning the favour and kissing you for a lil bit. then at least if you do notice his blush, you’re even🤭

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[hcuyk]

SYNOPSIS : jeonghan loves you. the happier ending to kidult

PAIRING : daycareworker!jeonghan x genderneutral!reader

GENRES : established relationship, daycare au, angst, fluff, features seventeen as children

WARNINGS : mentions of car accident and child neglect

TEASER WORD COUNT : 329

ESTIMATED WORD COUNT : 7-10k

ESTIMATED RELEASE DATE : within the next week. i lied its coming out when i get time cause why tf is my college doing sm

TAGLIST : lmk if you want to be added!

A/N : this is for kidult jeonghan reaching 1k notes. i love you all

K. COLLECTION [Y.JH] ONE | TWO

Tears began to stream down your face, unable to hold them back, and you were thankful Jeonghan missed it, but when you heard him apologize, you turned around and snapped at him.

“What the hell do you even want?”

“I want to talk to you.”

“You had two weeks to talk to me!” you yelled, fighting the loudness of the rain. The stream of tears ran faster down your cheeks as you brought a hand to your forehead, shielding the rain from getting into your eyes.

“I tried!”

“By knocking on my door for an hour straight at two in the fucking morning?! You could’ve called! You have a key!”

“Well it’s not like you tried either—”

“I got hit by a car!” you screamed, storming towards him as the sky reflected your mood. The thunder was just as loud as the pounding in your heart, and the rain poured just as much as your tears. You pushed Jeonghan, and behind him you saw a crack of lightning. Your vision started to blur as you didn’t hold back your sobs, wanting to show him the pain he’d inflicted on you ever since he left.

“I got hit by a car, Jeonghan! What about you? Were you hit by a car?! A truck? Perhaps a plane?” You forced out a manic laugh before continuing. “Wait, no, don’t tell me. Let me guess,-”

“Y/N—”

“-mauled by a bear?”

“I can explain-”

“Tell me I’m goddamn overreacting.” You took a step forward, and instead of pushing him again, you stared, making him look at the pain he created. “Tell me I’m overreacting, Hannie. Look me in my eyes and say it loud and clear.”

“I knew you’d be there for me.”

“I missed you, I needed you-”

“I know.”

“The day I lose you is the day I lose myself.”

“I don’t want you to wake up and realize I’m not the one for you. I don’t want that for us.”

hopefully the svt readers see this 😔

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[jun-of-love]

kiss cam - lee seokmin

summary: an extra ticket. a pathetic stranger. a kiss cam. what could possibly go wrong?

tw: none

words: 1.7k

genre: fluff

pairing: yn × dokyeom

a/n: dk is the cutest most precious talented man ever- i was overwhelmed with his sunshine and spontaneously came up with this. hope you like it :)

It’s been a month or so.

A month since you saw your ex, who was once the light of your life, soundly sleeping in some other girl’s arms, butt naked at that. You grimace as the scene plays out in your head again, making you feel the same way it did the first time it happened. You had immediately cut off all contact from him to the point that you had moved to a new place, just so that he didn’t have any access to you. You wanted to see him grovel and beg for your forgiveness, or at least take excruciating revenge for wasting two years of your life, but you let it all go for your own peace and self-respect. All of these drastic measures, yet your stupid heart mourned the absence of the heartless man.

You looked the tickets on your table. You had gone through hoops to get a hold of them, the key to the best seats possible for the finals of the Ice Hockey tournament. While you personally had no interest in the game, your ex was super into the niche sport- the tickets were supposed to be his early birthday gift. You shook your head, trying to get out of the sobby mood. So what if he wasn’t here? You went above and beyond for these tickets, and you will have the best possible experience of the game anyone can have!

Easier said than done, you thought, as your loneliness pinched more with every couple or big group of friends passed by you. They didn’t have the best seats like you did, but they were surely going to have the best time with their friends and partners. You were seriously contemplating giving away the tickets and going home when you heard exasperated yelling by the ticket verification stand. It seemed like a man was throwing a tantrum, and the authorities were close to calling the security on him. The man turned away angrily, sniffling and wiping his tears.

You carefully approached the man, partly because you intrigued by his condition, and partly because he was hot. Everyone knows that stranger danger reduces by 30 percent if the stranger is hot. 50 percent if he is smoking hot.

“What’s the matter? Are you okay?”

The man looked at you. Even with his tearful eyes and runny nose, he had a certain charm about him. The kind that made you want to hug him till he felt okay. Pathetic charm, if you will.

“I got scammed. The agent I bought the tickets from sold me fake tickets and I’m obviously not able to reach him now-” He put his head in his hands. “I really wanted to watch this game, it’s the last game my favorite player is going to play before he retires.”

You take a look at his jersey. He supported the same team you were planning to root for- mainly due to the reason because that is the one that played opposite to your ex’s favorite team. You eyed the two tickets in your purse, feeling a flutter in your stomach- you might not have all that a terrible time today.

“You want to accompany me? I have an extra ticket.” You asked him, already knowing his answer.

“Are you joking right now? Are you another scammer? Please, I don’t have any money left, please don’t play with my feelings.” He seems so innocent; you resist the urge to pull his cheeks.

“I don’t know, do scammers give away tickets for free?” You say cockily, clearly enjoying this too much.

“For free?!?!?!!?” His eyes almost fell out of their sockets. “Why would you do that!?”

“Because I bought these tickets to watch the game with my boyfriend, but he decided to cheat on me and now he’s my ex and I’m at this game alone with an extra ticket in my hand.” You offer him the ticket, “do you mind being my date for tonight?”

“Date?” He asks, his eyes round and expressions eerily similar to a cute puppy.

“You know what I mean!” You cleared your throat. “Anyway, yes or no?”

“YES!”

The entire time you took to reach your seats, your date did not stop talking for even a minute. By now, you knew that he came from a family of four, his best friends were called Jeonghan and Mingyu, none of them had any interest in this sport which is why he was alone. He was not shy around people (evidently so) and his favourite colour was green. It did not get boring though, for some reason. It just made you want to know more about him.

Once you were settled in your seats, you decide to disturb your date from his awe of the view, “You never told me your name.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I’m Seokmin. You can also call me Dokyeom.” Seokmin flashes a smile that could soothe a crying baby.

“Why would I call you Dokyeom if your name is Seokmin?”

“It’s actually because my mom and my dad had differ-”

“Never mind, hello, my name is y/n.” You put your hand forward. “Nice to meet you.”

Seokmin smiles again, shaking your hand. You didn’t know the standard time duration of a handshake, but you were sure yours was taking a bit too long. You shyly remove your hand from his, and ask the most embarrassing question of the night, ”So before the game starts, can you tell me a little about the team we’re supporting right now? I know nothing.” You bite your lip, hoping he wouldn’t take offence at the statement.

Seokmin laughs a little, “I will try to let you know as much as possible, but feel free to ask questions even during the game if you want. I like to share my interests, you know.” And off he went, about the players and their positions, and who played the best and who was the weakest and his favorite player who was retiring- and you had to fight yourself to pay attention because all your damn mind could think of at the moment was how kissable his lips are and how endearing he looked with all his excitement. A month without any action and you were already losing your marbles. You nod along with him until the horn goes off signaling the beginning of the match. Seokmin jumps up at the sight of the players and cheers for them, leaving you to wonder how a person can store so much excitement in them.

Gradually, you started getting into it. The complicated sport seemed so easy now, almost too easy. You knew which players were reliable, and you found one or two that you would root for. Everyone around you felt like your childhood friends, cheering for your favourite team. You look at Seokmin, who shook your arm every time something exciting happened in the game, its been an hour since you both had been acquainted, and his wide smile had not budged even for a second. You feel warmth in your heart as you realize, you were having so much fun.

For the first time in thirty days, you were not moping around or crying, but actually smiling, ear to ear at that. Enthusiasm had to be contagious, because if not, why were you yelling at the top of your voice, clapping till your arms hurt and high fiving everyone around you? Maybe it was the atmosphere, maybe it was his beautiful smile, you felt a special fondness towards Seokmin, the kind that made you blush every time he grabbed your hand.

It was the intermission, and both of you were relatively relaxed since your team had been doing pretty well. You were explaining your exact job description to him, since he seemed so curious about everything in your life. Almost like it was his life’s mission to write a biography on you by the end of those three hours. You just noticed how he still hadn’t let go of your hand, when you were interrupted by loud audience cheers; it was the crowd’s favorite pastime: the Kiss Cam.

Personally, you loved things like these. You loved how couples were caught off-guard with their faces on the screen, and then continued to have their own little moment. Embarrassingly enough, you had pictured yourself getting proposed (by your snake of an ex) on one of such instances, where the kiss cam would focus on you both and then he would pull out a ring and-

A particularly loud cheer from people around you woke you up from your thoughts. A part of your imagination had come to life- you were indeed on the kiss cam screen. With Seokmin at that. You both meet eyes and you feel awkwardness seizing every nerve of yours. While he is busy calming down the crowd with hands, making the ‘X’ gesture and shaking his head politely, you wonder if this was an opportunity to do what you had been wishing to do all this time. As the crowds’ cheers of “Kiss him! Kiss him!” get louder (have people always been so nosy?), you grab him by his shoulder, whispering in his ear, “Can I kiss you?”

He smiles softly, putting his warm hand on your neck, “I was hoping you’d ask.”

He closes the gap between you two by putting his lips on yours, pulling you in by the back of the neck. You could hear the crowd react, but you didn’t care- your senses were overloaded by his expensive perfume and how good his lips felt on yours. You deepened the kiss, your hands around his neck, playing with his hair. He puts an arm around your waist, pulling you closer than possible. His body feels hot and perfect to yours it feels to good to be true. That is until a middle-aged woman coughed loudly behind you, forcing both of you to pull away.

People were now minding their own business, looking put off even, by the overboard of affection portrayed by you. These were the same people that put you in that spot in the first place, you scoffed at the thought. You turned to Seokmin, who was already looking at you with the most doe-eyed gaze possible. You giggle, “What is it? What do you want to say?”

“Would you go out on a date with me? Like officially?” He bites his lips, as if he doesn’t know the obvious answer.

“Sure,” you smile cockily, “but you’re paying.”

“I’ll pay for every date ever if it means I get to kiss you again.”

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[coupsie-daisies]

Kinktober '23: Praise Kink | Lee Seokmin

Pairing: Lee Seokmin x Fem!Plus Size!Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), Fluff, Kinktober 2023

Summary: Seokmin just really wants to show you how much you mean to him

WC: 1.2k

Warnings: Petnames (baby, love, pretty girl, angel), oral (fem receiving), fingering, body worship, praise, Seokmin running his mouth

A/N: You know the drill. I really love this, so hopefully yall do too

Tags: @dragonofthenorth0726 // @wooyussy // @burningupp-replies // @bunnypig18 // @decaffedthoughts // @brownieracha // @ferrethyun // @snow-pegasus // @walkxthexmoon // @aesteraceae // @wonuqrtz // @mixling-blog // @wonwooz1

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It's pretty obvious how you and Seokmin communicate your affections for each other. Physical touch was important, and Seokmin always had an arm around you or your hand linked with his, even just something small like brushing hair from your face or kissing your head when he was passing by. And quality time was important for the both of you, quietly spending time together doing separate things, or sharing an activity and giggling together.

But the one people didn't pick up on quite as often was the way you used words to remind each other how much you loved one another. A quick "Have a good day, I'll miss you" when he's leaving for a schedule, or meeting him after a performance and gushing about how amazing he sounded on stage, how proud you are to be with him. And he always returns it tenfold, showering you in compliments and telling you how much harder his life would be if he didn't have you.

It had become routine at the end of the day, when you were curled up in bed together to just play with his hands and listen to him talk.

"I'm so proud of you," He told you one night, and you looked up at him in confusion. It was hard to see in the dark with only the silvery moonlight seeping through the curtains, but you could make out his dark eyes, the curve of his lips as he smiled back at you. The words flushed your body with a warmth that you'd come to associate with your boyfriend.

"For what?" You hadn't done anything as far as you could remember, and maybe you were selfishly hoping to hear him talk more about how wonderful he thought you were. Luckily, it didn't take a whole lot to get him going about you. After all, you're easily his favorite subject.

"For being you. You work so hard every day, and I'm not always around when I want to be but you never give up. And you're so supportive. I've never met anyone like you." He said, shifting so he was propped up on his elbow. The look of adoration on his face was accented by the shimmer of light that highlighted his skin. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips. "I can't believe how lucky I am to have you in my life. My perfect love."

His lips continued along your cheeks, over the bridge of your nose, peppering your skin with his kisses and making you giggle. But the innocence was slipping through your fingers as his hand found its way to your hip, kneading and squeezing at the soft curves under his skin. You hummed appreciatively as he caught your lips in a kiss again, slower and hungrier now. You bloomed under his attention, opening your mouth for him and letting him take over all of your senses.

The kiss was broken when he sat up to tug your hoodie off of your frame, quietly admiring your form beneath him, gentle hands brushing over every curve and groping at the pudge that he loved so much, where you filled out into curves and soft rolls that he couldn't get enough of. Then up, cupping your breasts and thumbing ever so gently at your nipples. You sighed, eyes falling shut as you let him show his admiration for you.

"So beautiful like this. Look like a painting straight out of the museum. All mine, my pretty girl." He murmured, leaning down to latch onto one of your nipples, his tongue swirling the hardening bud and then switching to the other. You fingered through his hair, brushing it away from his face for no reason other than your own longing to see his face, see the way he adored you in the most tangible way you'd ever been loved.

His patience was wearing thin, you could tell, and he didn't stay in one place for long. His mouth traveled further, nipping and sucking and kissing over your soft skin until he reached the hem of your panties which he discarded as if they were a sin against everything he cared for. He pushed your plush thighs open, fingers running ever so gently over the length of your slit, tracing your pussy like he was trying to memorize it.

"Min, please." You huffed, already so worked up from the way he worked you that his gentle touches were driving you to insanity. He looked up, having the audacity to frown at you as if you'd taken his favorite toy away.

"I know, baby. You're so needy, I'm here. Just a little longer." He cooed, and you whined, hips rolling towards his hands. He only chuckled, returning to teasing you carefully, spreading your wetness with his fingertips and brushing against your clit just enough to have you jolting and gasping his name. He liked it when you called for him, liked knowing that he was the only one making you feel good.

Then his middle finger was sinking into your hole, curling and nudging so much deeper than yours ever did. You choked out a thank you through the breath that was sucking itself from your lungs. He beamed, pumping his finger a few times before sliding in another one. Your walls sucked him in deeper, and he dipped his head to lap at your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

"Please, baby, feels so good. You take such good care of me. Fill me up so good." You babbled, hips rolling into his hand. He picked up his pace, fingers fucking into you a little faster, a little harder, and fuck he always made you feel like you were flying with hardly any effort.

He suckled on your clit lightly, a distinct opposition to the way his fingers were assaulting the spongy spot inside of you that had you leaking down your thighs.

"Always so wet for me," He murmured, words barely intelligible with how unwilling he was to pull away from your pussy. "Take everything I give you. Gonna cum on my fingers, baby? Look at you, my perfect angel."

His words had your head spinning, fogged up with the sound of his voice, so gentle and adoring. You tried to respond, tried to tell him you were close, but all that came out was a high pitched whine as you came for him just like he wanted. His fingers slowed, milking you through it while his tongue swirled around his fingers, swallowing everything that you gave him greedily.

"Good job, baby. Sounded so perfect for me. Always so pretty when you cum, so easy to take care of." He said, pulling his fingers out and sliding them into his mouth to suck off the last of your juices. Then he was crawling back up to you, kissing your lips and letting you taste his hard work on his tongue.

When he pulled away, you decided that it was your turn to take care of him and show him how adored he was.

"Round 2?" You asked, and Seokmin grinned. Goddamn did he love you.

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[sweetiesicheng]

dk - makeup

word count : 522

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it was almost dinner time, but you were getting ready to go out to eat with the guys. it had been awhile since any of them met up, and you were invited to join them along with their significant others.

"oh, i'm at the house right now. the address is in the group chat, right?" you looked over and saw dokyeom on the phone. he had just walked into the bedroom. "yea, y/n's coming tonight. she isn't working this week. is anyone else carpooling? we can pick up people. okay. yea, see you soon."

"who was that?" you asked him. you were leaning forward against your bathroom counter with the door open to the room next to you.

"mingyu. he's running late, so he'll just drive himself over. jun and hoshi are gonna ride with the8," he explained to you. "what should i wear tonight?" he asked you.

"the place is kind of nice, so maybe wear a nice shirt? up to you," you replied while grabbing a brush from your makeup bag.

"let me ask the guys," he replied and you could hear him type on his phone. "okay, i'm dressing up nicer. are you almost ready to go?" dokyeom asked while opening the doors to the closet.

"yea, just a few more things," you replied. luckily for you, you had already changed into a nice dress because you wanted to dress up for yourself. "do you want me to fix your hair?" you asked him while putting some stuff away to clear the counter.

"i got it, don't worry about it," he replied. "who's driving? you or me?" he asked you. you heard him walk over towards you.

"you can drive," you replied and looked over to see dokyeom standing in the doorway. "do you want to drive my car?" you asked him.

"i'll drive mine," he replied. "gonna stand behind you," he said and moved behind you to be in the view of the mirror. he started fixing your hair while you finished your makeup.

"oh, here's your makeup," you said to him and passed him his travel bag that he used to hold all of his makeup products.

"thanks," he said and took it from you. "i'm only putting a little bit on. i probably don't have time to put on a lot." he opened the bag and took some things out. you took a step over so he could have some room more while you cleared the space of your makeup.

"you still look handsome with or without makeup so it doesn't matter to me," you replied with a smile and noticed him smile too. "hey, does my lip gloss look okay? or is it too sparkly?" you asked him.

you turned to face him, and he looked down at you. all of a sudden, he leaned in and kissed your lips.

"perfect to me," he replied with a smile, "tastes good too."

"it's cherry flavored...did you really have to kiss me?" you questioned him while he chuckled.

"sorry, couldn't help it," he said and started putting some makeup on, "you're just too damn pretty."

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[ahlovelightaflame]

Small Town Mafia Series Masterlist

If you want to read them in “order” it’s: Coups, Joshua, The8, Jun, Vernon, Hoshi, Seungkwan, DK, Jeonghan, Dino, Woozi, Mingyu, Wonwoo

Protecting My Investments ~ *Choi Seungcheol*

Are you the boss?

Play the Field ~ *Yoon Jeonghan*

Are you an investor?

That Locket ~ *Joshua Hong*

Are you the law?

Getting Matched ~ *Wen Junhui*

Are you family?

A Thousand Words ~ *Kwon Soonyoung*

Are you a muse?

The Kids Will Talk ~ *Jeon Wonwoo*

Are you a colleague?

Unnecessary for Survival ~ *Lee Jihoon*

Are you support?

When You’re Not Here ~ *Lee Seokmin*

Are you admired from afar?

Don’t Fraternize with the Help ~ *Kim Mingyu*

Are you a grievance?

Infinite ~ *Xu Minghao*

Are you the enemy?

Stay on Track ~ *Boo Seungkwan*

Are you in trouble?

Not the Usual Customer ~ *Hansol Vernon Chwe*

Are you in the wrong place?

Out of Hits ~ *Lee Chan*

Are you kidding me?

#Seventeen #Seventeen Fanfiction #KPop #KPop Fanfiction #Carat #Choi Seungcheol #Choi Seungcheol X Reader #Yoon Jeonghan #Yoon Jeonghan X Reader #Joshua Hong #Joshua Hong X Reader #Wen Junhui #Wen Junhui X Reader #Kwon Soonyoung #Kwon Soonyoung X Reader #Jeon Wonwoo #Jeon Wonwoo X Reader #Lee Jihoon #Lee Jihoon X Reader #Lee Seokmin #Lee Seokmin X Reader #Kim Mingyu #Kim Mingyu X Reader #Xu Minghao #Xu Minghao X Reader #Boo Seungkwan #Boo Seungkwan X Reader #Vernon #Vernon X Reader #Lee Chan

[animeniacss]

So Close Yet So Far - Mingyu x Reader - Chapter 12 - The Breaking Point

Synopsis: Your college friend, Kim Mingyu, has had a grip on your heart since the first day you met. Over the past few years, as you acquired more friendships and memories, those feelings only grew. However, recently, Mingyu has seemed a bit more distant, at least when it comes to any ideas of romance. It only gets worse when rumors fly that he's off to Japan to receive a marriage proposal! Unsure what to do, you wonder how you can keep Mingyu by your side without jeopardizing your friendship or your growing feelings. You never expected that waking up one drunken morning next to two hot angels would be your ticket into Mingyu's heart.

Genre: Romance, College!AU, Friends to Lovers, Modern Fantasy, Comedy, Angsty

Length: approx. 5.9k words

Chapter 12 - The Breaking Point

That breakfast was not as awkward as dinner the night before, but there was still a hanging tension in the air. That, or everyone was hung over. Based on the groans that circulated the kitchen as each person staggered in one by one, it might be the hungover part. You took a plate of the pancakes Jihoon had left, thanking him as you stepped out onto the back porch. Hoshi was already out there, plate-less as he leaned against the balcony and watched the sun as it creeped over the island. You walked over, handing yours to him. “Did you eat yet?” you asked. Hoshi only shook his head. “Take this. I’ll go get another plate.” Hoshi took the plate, obvious hunger in his eyes.

      “Thanks.” He smiled at you. “Are you hungover too?”

      “Incredibly.” You laughed. “But it was worth it. Last night was so fun.”

      “Did you and Mingyu stay up and have any drunken late-night love confessions?” He teased, grinning. You could only laugh nervously, shaking your head.

      “No.” You admitted. “I thought I did, but it wasn’t him.” Hoshi seemed confused at your statement, but you waved him off. “Just me in my drunken stupidity, I guess.”

      “Oof, embarrassing.” He said. You watched as Hoshi began to eat the pancakes, the sigh of relief making you smile. “I needed this more than I thought.”

      “Good.” You smiled. After a moment of silence, you nudged him. “So, are you feeling a bit better after yesterday?”

      “I think so.” Hoshi smiled at you, but you could sense a hint of sadness as the memories swarmed him again. “He tried to talk to me this morning…I don’t know if I want to talk to him.”

      “What exactly happened?” You asked curiously. “Is it something really bad?”

      Hoshi thought to that night, pursing his lips together. You watched as Hoshi pressed his hands together. “I don’t know how to explain it. He told me that he had something he wanted to tell me. It was such a big secret; I couldn’t process it all. I still don’t think I have. Before I could even try to process it, he was gone. At first, I thought he needed time to figure things out and tell me. But he never came back to find me.” Hoshi sighed. “He was in so much pain and I tried to help. But when he was gone, he was gone.”

      “You said to me sometimes people hide things for a reason.”

      “Yeah, I know.” Hoshi said. “I think he did that to.” Hoshi sighed. “I just can’t help but be upset after seeing him after so many years. I almost forgot about him completely, too.” Hoshi looked over at you. “I wish he had stayed behind so we could talk about it.”

      “What was the secret? Or is it to inappropriate for me to ask?” Hoshi shook his head.

      “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” He said simply, before ending the conversation with another bite of pancakes in his mouth.

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      Joshua woke up to the sound of people shuffling out into the hallway. When he sat up, he saw Jeonghan still asleep in the bed beside him, snoring peacefully. Joshua hummed, reaching over and nudging him. “Get up.” He said groggily. “Let’s go.” Jeonghan’s eyes opened, and he sat up in bed with a yawn. Joshua stepped out of bed, stretching his arms over his head. “I miss not needing to sleep.” He admitted behind a deep yawn.

      “Then stop fooling around.” Jeonghan responded, catching the loud yawn Joshua threw into the room.

      “Oh, ha, ha.” Joshua murmured. As he went to change for the day, Jihoon’s comment the night before trickled into his mind.

      That was almost romantic if it wasn’t the stupid thing I’ve ever seen.

      Joshua shook his head, rubbing his shoulder over his shoulder blade slightly. He threw on a change of clothes and exited the room so Jeonghan could do the same. As he stepped into the hallway, he overheard whispering around the corner. As he walked closer, he immediately recognized Mingyu and Seungkwan’s voices.

      “It finally came in.” Mingyu gasped.

      “Let me see!” Seungkwan begged. Joshua couldn’t see, but when he heard Seungkwan gasp, he tried to sneak a peek. No luck, with Mingyu’s back turned to him at the top of the stairs. “Oh, that’s so beautiful.”

      “I think I’m going to give it to her at dinner tonight. It’ll be perfect.” Joshua took a minute, waiting for his mind to wake up as it tried to do mental math. After a minute, his eyes widened, and he tried to listen for more information. “I’m so glad it came in before tomorrow night. Now, I can wrap it up any everything.”

      “I think this is going to seal the deal, officially, Hyung.” Seungkwan said. “Tonight, too.” He heard Mingyu giggle in childlike glee.

“I need to get all of you guys together so we can plan times. Mina told me that everything arrived and is in the back storage room. Are Joshua and Jeonghan still asleep?” When Joshua felt his shoulder blades burn a bit at the mention of his name from Mingyu’s mouth, he had to press his head against the wall, shaking his head.

      Stop it. What’s wrong with you? He thought to himself. The sound of footsteps heading down the steps alerted him to relax, but only for a moment as Jeonghan approached him.

      “Taking a nap?” He teased. When Joshua turned to him, Jeonghan blinked. “What’s wrong?”

      “I think Mingyu is planning something for her.” Joshua said softly. “We have to make sure it’s for her though.” Jeonghan grinned a bit, nodding.

      “Got it. Let’s talk over breakfast.” Joshua nodded, following Jeonghan down the stairs to join the rest of the group.

      The back porch was soon bustling once again, this time with a handful of groggy and hungover adults that were hoping to down as much coffee as they could to wake themselves up. Breakfast seemed to help fill some bellies, which was a good start for the day. Joshua and Jeonghan slid onto the couch beside you, both eating breakfast as you noticed their arrival. 

      “Morning.” You said happily. Joshua, eager to forget last night ever happened, nodded his head.

      “Morning.” He repeated. You smiled.

      “I wonder what we have planned today.” You took another bite of your food as you tried to think. “Mingyu won’t tell me. He said the entire day is going to be a surprise.”             

      “That’s best type of gift.” Jeonghan may sure to say, and you smiled in his direction. “We’ll see what he can find out. Make sure you’re well prepared.”

“Okay.” You hummed. As if on call, Mingyu walked over.

“Can I talk to you two?” he asked.

“That’s our cue.” Jeonghan said. He stood up, Joshua quick beside him. “We were just talking about you, Kim Mingyu.” He chuckled in amusement.

“Wait, really? What did you say?” He asked, frowning. You laughed at his sudden change in facial expressions.

“Only that your face looks really puffy today.” Joshua said, his fingers touching his own cheeks. You watched Mingyu cover his cheeks, frowning at the snickering duo. When he looked at you, also chuckling at his gullible side, his frown only deepened.

“They’re kidding. You look fine.” You immediately caught Jeonghan and Joshua glancing at you. Their eyes seemed to be trying to tell you something as they motioned back and forth between you and Mingyu’s flustered expression. You coughed into your hand, looking back at Mingyu. “Handsome, even. You’re the last person I would know to have a puffy face.”

           That comment seemed to ease Mingyu’s worries, and he moved his hands. “Thanks.” He said, smiling at you. “Now, come on.” He said, motioning to them to follow him inside. He called Hoshi and Seungkwan as well, who were happy to follow. “Where the hell is Jihoon-Hyung? He isn’t inside.” He called as he stepped into the house again. You watched them go, seeing Jeonghan and Joshua turned to you, offering you big thumbs up before closing the screen door behind them. You couldn’t help but chuckle. With just the girls on the back patio now, you got up and headed over to the picnic table that Minnie and Mina were at. Neither was talking, just scrolling on their phones as they ate. However, when you sat down with a warm ‘Morning’, they looked up.     

           “Hey.” Minnie grinned. “I could basically smell Mingyu get flustered when you called him handsome. Good move.” She teased, and you shyly laughed.

           “Stop.” You said. Looking over to Mina, you saw her offer a little smile behind the piece of bread in her mouth. You went quiet, understanding now why nobody was saying anything when you approached.

           Mina was jealous.

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           “Okay.” Mingyu said, turning to the collection of men before him. “We need to set up the fireworks tonight on the beach.”

           “Easy enough.” Seungkwan said.

           “You got fireworks?” Joshua asked.

           “Mina did.” Mingyu corrected. “I’ll give her credit where credit is due. She really helped out.” Jeonghan and Joshua exchanged a look, but said nothing as Mingyu continued. “I figured we could spend the whole day on the beach. Then, while the girls are getting ready, we hurry back down and set up the fireworks.”

           “Do you even know how to work them?” Jeonghan asked.

           “I do.” A voice said. When everyone looked over, they saw Woozi, finally found and standing against the archway leading into the kitchen.

           “See? Perfect.” Mingyu motioned to Woozi. His eyes casted to Hoshi, who simply looked the other way, putting his hands in his pockets. “Alright, let’s finish breakfast and get ready for the beach.”

           “I’ll tell the girls.” Seungkwan said, before heading back to the door and opening it, alerting the three girls at the table. “Finish up and let’s get ready. It’s a beach day!” Mingyu smiled when he heard the girls squeal in excitement, whatever quiet awkwardness once looming over them quickly seemingly to disappear at the idea of the beach.

           The salt-water smell that had been just barely tickling your noses as you got to the house was practically the only thing filling your noses as you hurried to the shore. With the men carrying all of the equipment, you wasted no time heading straight to the water. You looked over to Minnie, grabbing her hand. “Let’s go!” You cheered. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Mina standing beside Mingyu. Minnie seemed to notice too, and she motioned you in that direction.

            “Mingyu.” Mina asked. “Want to play chicken again?” Mingyu looked over after taking off his shirt, and he saw Mina’s cheeks get pink.

            “HELL YEAH!” Hoshi shouted beside them, shocking the both of them with his enthusiastic yell. Mina smiled. 

            “Well, then why don’t we-.”

            “Can I be on your team, Mingyu?” you asked. Mingyu and Mina looked in your direction. When Mina looked over at the blushing man beside her, and the thought of you hoisted on his shoulders had her heart feel tight.

            “Yeah.” he grinned. He led you to the water just as Seungkwan was finishing digging in his bag. 

           “Here, Hyung Have some-.” He was stopped by the sight of Hoshi bolting into the water, screaming as he dove directly in. “HEY!” He held the sunscreen out in their direction. “You guys need…Okay, never mind.” He sighed, shaking his head. Mina watched as the entire group headed towards the water, diving into the waves that approached them. She noticed Mingyu and you both work together to hoist you onto his shoulders, Hoshi and Seungkwan trying to do the same as Minnie cheered you on.

            “WHY DO YOU ALWAYS CHEER FOR HER?!” Seungkwan shouted.

            “GIRL POWER, DUH!” Minnie shouted. She turned over to Mina, Joshua, and Jeonghan, waving them over with an encouraged smile. Mina set her bag down on her towel before hurrying over to the water as well, pulling her hair into a ponytail. 

           Jeonghan looked at Joshua. “Want to stand by the water?” he asked.

           “Yeah. I’ll be right there.” He said. Jeonghan nodded, setting his shoes on his towel before making his way to the water's edge, Seungkwan close behind. Joshua looked around at all of the spread-out towels they used to take over the area, the umbrellas popped up and the coolers used to keep the towels in place. He only saw one more individual step up to his side: Jihoon. Joshua stayed quiet, leaning back and taking a minute to listen to the waves roll. Maybe that would stop his brain from all of its-.

           “She looks really pretty in that bathing suit.” Joshua shot daggers at an amused Jihoon by his side. “What? I’m not into her.”

           “Tch. Falling from heaven had really done a number on you, hm?” he asked. Jihoon had to laugh at his comment.

           “Hey, do you see that?” Jihoon asked, pointing to Joshua’s cheek. Joshua leaned back a bit; eyebrows furrowed in confusion as the fallen angel touched his cheek. Immediately, Jihoon slapped him.

           “OW! Why does everyone keep hitting me!?”

           “It’s like I’m looking in a mirror.” Jihoon said simply, eye narrowed in Joshua’s direction. Without another word, he hopped up and put his hands in his bathing suit pockets, walking over to the game of chicken that was ending, Hoshi and Seungkwan victorious. Rubbing his stinging cheek, Joshua watched as Mingyu rose up from the water again, laughing as he grabbed the first person he could. He didn’t realize it was you until he grabbed you around the waist. Joshua watched as you began hitting him frantically.

           “Mingyu! Mingyu, no! Mingyu!!” With a loud panicked laughter, Mingyu dove backwards, sending both of you down into the waves. You resurfaced a few moments later, coughing behind your laughter as you turned to Mingyu, pounding at his chest.

           “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Mingyu said, laughing as he held up his fists to playfully defend himself.

           “Hit me, I dare you.” You said, shoving him back. Mingyu, ever the playful type, pretended that shoved knocked him down. Despite his larger, much more muscular stature, he flung himself back dramatically, back into the waves. When he resurfaced, he shook out his hair, letting the water splash on both you and Minnie, who took a few steps back from him.

           On the shoreline, Jeonghan was crouched down. He turned to look at Joshua, who had finally seemed to be approaching the group himself. Meanwhile, Woozi was hanging to the side, hands in his pockets. He watched as Hoshi and Seungkwan kept diving into the waves, Seungkwan laughing as Hoshi rose each time, shaking his hair out and cheering in excitement.

           “You’re going to get dizzy, Hyung.” Seungkwan said between laughs, only to laugh again when Hoshi dove back in. Woozi smiled a bit at the sight, before another figure took his attention to his side. Mina was standing beside him, sighing as she rung out her hair.

           “It’s freezing.” She sighed. Woozi nodded. “Is that why you’re not going in?”

           “Yeah.” He responded, and Mina smiled. He only waited one second before asking: “So, are you Mingyu’s girlfriend or something?”

           Mina seemed to smile at the question despite shaking her head. “No. It’s not like that.”

           “Every time I look at you, you’re staring at him.” Woozi pointed out, flustering the poor girl. “I know that feeling. Wanting someone you can’t have.” He smiled. “Might even be more of us that can sympathize.” Mina cocked an eyebrow, following Woozi’s gaze to Joshua. The angel was rubbing his shoulder and neck, a quiet yet intense tug in his lips as he stared at the others in the water.

           “Who said I can’t have him?”

           Woozi shrugged. “Nobody, I guess.” He commented. He looked at Mina, studying her frown. “I can tell it bothers you. Seeing her there instead of yourself…” Mina said nothing, looking down at her nails. Woozi, ever merciful, changed the subject back to himself. “I actually thought I had a shot, too. With mine. But I got careless and screwed it up.”

           “I see.” Mina nodded. “Is there any way to fix it?”

           “I don’t know.” Woozi admitted. “I hope so, but it doesn’t feel like it. I already had a chance to talk to him and I messed it up.”

           “I want to be someone Mingyu isn’t upset to be involved with.” Mina’s comment turned Woozi towards her again. “But every time I try, he pushes me farther away. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

           “The one thing you’re doing wrong is something you can’t control.” Woozi said simply. When Mina once again looked in Woozi’s direction, he pointed out to the water. Mina watched as Mingyu and you were waist deep in the water, jumping with Hoshi and Seungkwan and Minnie in the waves. You were all cheering for one another to do an even more ridiculous dive than the next, laughing as they did so. Mina watched as you waded in the water, ducking under the waves with Mingyu and your friends, shaking your hair out as you gasped for air the second you resurfaced. Mingyu wasted no time reaching out to you, taking your hand and guiding you closer to the group when he noticed the waves were knocking you farther back. “You’re not her.”

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           “What do you mean I have to go back to the house?” You asked, pouting as you dried your hair with your towel. Mingyu grinned as he rolled up his belongings, setting them in the little cart used to make transporting everything easier. “I want to help.”

           “You just have to go and get changed before it gets dark. Minnie and Mina are going to.” You looked at the girls, both of whom were also drying themselves off. You had been on the beach since that morning, a mixture of water, fun and food as well as everyone taking stone-cold naps on their towels when the heat and water mixture became too much to handle. By the time some of you woke up, the sun was beginning to set. “I promise, it’ll be worth it.”

           You felt Mina take your arm, offering you a smile. “It will. I helped.” She said. You could feel the smile she offered you in that moment feel more forced that any of her previous ones had. However, you nodded, the three of you going on ahead up the path that led to Mingyu’s house.

           “We’ll take the cart of stuff up, then come right back down.” Joshua and Jeonghan offered, both taking a handle. Mingyu nodded.

           “Thanks. We’ll be right over there.” Mingyu motioned a bit down the beach’s shore line, to a more open area. He watched the duo make their way behind you, pulling the cart of belongings as they did so. “Alright, let’s go, guys.” He said, leading the way. “This is going to be perfect.” Hoshi glanced over to Woozi, who was walking in between him and Seungkwan, silent as he had been all day. Hoshi sighed, putting his hands behind his head.

           “How’s your back?” Hoshi asked. Woozi looked over, shocked by the sudden question. “I never got to check if-.”

           “It’s fine.” He said. He rubbed his shoulder, going under his arm to feel the spot where white wings once sat dormant. “It doesn’t hurt after a few years.” Hoshi frowned a bit, but nodded. “…Small world, hm? The friends you offered to introduce me to are the same ones she introduced me to.”

           “Yeah.” Hoshi said simply. “It’s really weird how things like that happen in the universe.” Woozi nodded in agreement. He could feel his hands sweating as they sat in his pockets, balled up into fists. The last thing he wanted was to ruin this conversation that he never thought would happen, all by saying something stupid. “Have you ever shot fireworks before?”

           “No. Only seen them at festivals. I’m actually pretty excited for this.” He looked at Woozi. Finally, he offered what looked to be a small smile in the dimming sun, and Woozi had to look away, for his own safety. For his own sanity.

           In that moment, he felt as though he had won.

           When Joshua and Jeonghan had returned, quickly leaving the belongings outside to dry on the porch before heading back to the designated met up spot when they saw the group already preparing the collection of fireworks. Jihoon was scanning them, making sure they were all set up properly and that they had enough material to light them safely. Mingyu caught sight of the duo approaching and waved them over.

           “Help me with these lanterns!” He called, waving one in the air. Joshua and Jeonghan hurried over, Seungkwan passing off this task almost immediately in favor of helping Hoshi organize the individual sparkles and smaller fireworks that everyone could grab for with ease. Joshua and Jeonghan listened as Mingyu pointed to each little stake that he already planted. “Tie one to each. They change color over time, it’s actually pretty cool what Mina got.” Mingyu motioned to the lanterns they currently changed from a neutral cream color to a fluffy pink color. 

           “Got it.” Joshua and Jeonghan said quickly, before hurrying to do so before you arrived. They got to work stringing the lights, everyone focused on their tasks to make sure it went as smoothly as possible. As Joshua reached the lanterns by Jihoon, who was still knelt down examining the fireworks. Joshua continued tying his lanterns up when he heard Jihoon snicker. He looked over, curious to see what had the fallen angel in stitches.

           “What’s so funny?” Joshua asked curiously. Jihoon shook his head.

           “I talked with Mina before.” He said simply. “Seems she’s just as jealous of their relationship as someone else I know.” Joshua scoffed, turning back to his task of taping up lanterns. However, Jihoon was not done talking. “I mean, she’s not as jealous as some other people I’ve seen today.”

           “What are you blabbering on about now?” Joshua asked. When he looked at Jihoon, he saw his eyes staring right back at him. “What?” he asked again.

           “Nothing.” He said. “Nothing, nothing.”

           “It’s not nothing if you keep opening your mouth.” Jihoon looked back over, feigning shock.

           “So rude for an angel of your status. Tsk, tsk. Maybe you do deserve to hang around here.” He smirked. “We can get an apartment and live in lonely bliss together.” Joshua walked up to Jihoon.

           “Stop it.” he said lowly. “You’re causing a scene.”

           “I’m not the one causing anything, I’m just stating facts. You want to end up like me, I’m just trying to show you what will happen if you do.” He said simply. Joshua didn’t look convinced. Jihoon took a quick look around. Jeonghan was the only person turned around after hearing the noise, as he was the only one in earshot at the moment. Jihoon led Joshua out of sight of the others, which was easy with the night sky acting as a curtain. “You want to see what’s waiting for you?”         

           “I have no idea what you’re talking about. You need to stop.” Before Joshua could put up any more of a fight, a sharp pain rang through his shoulders. He groaned, grabbing hold of his shoulder blades. It only made Jihoon laugh and shake his head. He wasted no time, not even taking his shirt off as he let his wings go. Joshua watched as two large, black wings sprawled out before him. At least, the skeleton of wings. Each wing was like a tree in winter, only holding a few feathers on each branch. Jihoon was silent as he watched Joshua collect himself. “See? My wings are gone. You think it sucks to have them without being able to fly? Imagine having to remind yourself that they look like this!” He motioned to the back. “All because you want to play house with some fucking human.”        

           “I-.”

           “Don’t lie. Don’t lie.” Jihoon said. “If you won’t listen to Jeonghan, and you won’t listen to our brothers then listen to me, for fuck’s sake!” Joshua bit his lip, unable to do anything other than listen. “I can’t go home to you guys, I can’t go down to hell, I’m stuck here. And the reason I’m stuck here can barely look at me. Is that what you want?”                

           “No.” Joshua choked out. He rubbed his shoulder blade silently, Jihoon taking a second to collect himself. 

“You’re either thick-headed, stupid, or selfish. None of those are angelic qualities so no wonder you got kicked down here.”

           “Stop.” Joshua said. His eyes shook a bit, and he shook his head in an attempt to refocus himself. His shoulders and back were tinging. Not a good side.

           “No. Not until you come to your senses. Despite what everyone back home says about me, I’m trying to help-.”    

           “Just stop.” Joshua begged, his free hand running along his eyes. He let out a deep, pained sigh as he waited for his shoulder and back pains to disappear. Jihoon finally went quiet, crossing his arms. The sound of footsteps alerted the both of them. Jihoon turned to see Jeonghan, and behind him…Hoshi. Jihoon caught his breath in his throat, for once since bringing Joshua here unable to speak.

           “Why are you holding your shoulder again?” Jeonghan asked, running past Jihoon to Joshua, who immediately brushed him off.

           “I’m fine.” He assured.

           “He’s a liar.” Jihoon said. Jeonghan looked over to Hoshi, who was silently studying Jihoon’s wings – or what was left for them – before they were quickly retracted. Jihoon stretched his back out a bit with a groan.

           “They fell off?” Hoshi asked. Woozi looked over.

           “Yeah.” He said softly. “Over time.”  

           “Did it hurt?” he asked. Woozi shook his head.

           “No. It’s kind of like when someone goes bald.” He said. Hoshi nodded, still seemingly stunned to silence. Jihoon looked at Joshua, motioning to Hoshi’s stunned expressions. “This is what you’re leading your little girlfriend to, if you keep running your fucking mouth.” Joshua scoffed, looking away as Jihoon made his way back to the fireworks. The sound of your voice eagerly returning to the group caused Joshua to stand up straight.

           “Easy.” Jeonghan said.

           “I’m fine.” Joshua said once more. “Let’s go.” Jeonghan nodded, the duo making their way back to the group just as you arrived.

           Mingyu didn’t even notice the commotion happening when he saw you approaching, the other girls trailing behind. He looked over just as Jihoon returned to his station, Jeonghan and Joshua waited to the side. He grinned, nodding his head. Jihoon nodded, immediately setting off a handful of fireworks. The men stepped back, watching as the fireworks shot up into the sky. The sound stopped you dead in your tracks, eyes sparkling as the fireworks exploded. Bright reds and green glittered through the sky, before trickling down and out of sight. Only then did another array of beautiful colors sparkle and pop above you. When you looked over, you saw Mingyu grinning.

           “Told you it would be worth it.” he said. You laughed a bit just as Seungkwan hurried over, handing all of you your own personal sparkler and glowing bracelet. You looked as Mingyu approached you, holding his own sparkler. “Like it?”

           “This is amazing! How did you plan all of this?” you asked, eyes still glued to the fireworks each time a louder bang rang through the sky. Mingyu motioned to Mina.

           “She brought in this stuff from Japan.” He said. When you looked at Mina, she smiled once again.

           “Happy birthday.” She said, waving the sparkler in your direction. You smiled, before Mingyu took your hand.

           “Let’s go pick some of the floor sparklers, okay?” You nodded at his suggestion as he led you towards the large box that Hoshi and Seungkwan had set out. The both of them quickly followed you, all of you crouched down to find some of the different choices. Mina watched from the side lines, holding her sparkler tightly in her hands for a moment. You and Mingyu each grabbed a sparkler, Mingyu quick to light and set it down. You both shouted in amazement as the small cylinder exploded with little ‘pops’ and ‘crackles’ a mere fraction of the noise heard from above you. Seungkwan, Minnie, and Hoshi were running around, waving their sparklers in their hands like magic wands, even running along the shallow shoreline of the ocean. The entire sky was illuminated by the fireworks before them.

           While Mina was standing to the side, Jeonghan and Joshua were doing the same. Joshua had long since stopped holding his arms, but he had a very neutral expression as he watched the sight. He watched you and Mingyu laughing and fooling around together, as if you were the only two in the world. Mingyu took out his phone to snap a photo of the two of you, each holding up your sparklers. He watched as you both tried waiting for the perfect firework background, only to laugh when the picture completely missed it, and the firework fizzled out.

           “Take it earlier!” You shouted.

           “I’m trying.” Mingyu grinned. Joshua knew he should be happy. Mina, as of now, was barely in the race for Mingyu’s affections. The entire weekend was dedicated to you. At this rate, he would be back home in no time. His eyes looked to his left, where he saw Mina, simply waving her sparkler and feigning a smile in everyone direction, much as he would be doing momentarily.

           Was it some kind of cruel joke that Joshua felt himself feeling the same emotion as Mina? He remembered what Jihoon had said only a short while ago.

           She’s jealous of their relationship.

           Joshua felt his back burning, his eyes wobbling. He only knew he had staggered in his spot because Jeonghan reached out to grab him. When Jeonghan asked if he was okay, Joshua felt as if he was talking underwater. He shook his head, not wanting to respond because he didn’t think he actually could.

           Meanwhile, underneath the glow of the fireworks, you looked over at Mingyu. He was scanning the photos in hopes of finding one that was salvageable. “This has already been the best weekend ever, and it’s not even my birthday yet.” Mingyu grinned in your direction.

           “Well then tomorrow will just add to it. I have reservations for dinner at this really nice restaurant.”              

           “Even better than that Italian place?” You asked. Mingyu scooted closer to you, nodding.

           “Incredibly.” He said simply. You felt your cheeks turn hot, though you knew it wasn’t from the heat. Grinning, you rested close to Mingyu, watching as he continued showing you photos. “Oh, this one’s nice.” He said, pointing.

           “…I’m blinking in this!” you gasped, and Mingyu began to laugh once again. “Are you kidding me?”

           “I think you look cute!” He said. “Even when you’re blinking.”

           “Mingyu, I’m only blinking one eye.” You said, pointing to the half-closed lid. “I look like I smelt garbage or something.”

           “That’s why it’s perfect! You’re an actress without even having to try!” You shoved the laughing individual one more time, unamused. “Fine, fine. Which do you like?” He handed you the phone, and you took a moment to scroll. You took a quick glance in his direction, biting the inside of your lip.

Joshua and Jeonghan have done so much to help Mingyu, to help me get here. I have to take advantage of this opportunity. You thought to yourself. Before Mingyu knew it, you lifted his phone in front of his face, the flash going off as it took a picture of him. You grinned. “That one.” You said quickly.

Mingyu went from amused to flustered in a matter of second. “Wh-whaaat?” he laughed nervously. “Come on, now. You can’t do that. I wasn’t ready.” He laughed as he took his phone back, looking down at the picture. “Ah, well.” Almost as quick as you, he lifted his phone in your direction. The flash disoriented you for a second.

“Hey!” you gasped. Mingyu grinned, still obviously flustered as he turned the photo on his phone towards you, showing the quick snap of your stunned face.

“Then that’s my favorite.” He said. You smile a bit. As the fireworks continued exploding above you, the two of you took a second to take everything in. It really did feel, in this moment, that you were the only two in the world. Nothing was around to interrupt this beautiful moment. The butterflies in your stomach begged you to never let this end, to let them fly forever in the confines of your belly. You were tempted to let you as you shifted nervously in your spot, tucking hair behind your ear that had fallen in front of your face. All you could think to do as you looked up at Mingyu was laugh. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked.

“Like what?” He asked, his voice trembling just as much as yours, so he tried to hide it behind a giggle of his own. Just before either of you could talk any more, of get any closer, a voice got your attention.  

“Mingyu.” When you looked over, you saw Mina, standing on the outskirts of the fireworks, still clutching her sparkler. Her phone was in her other hand, flash pointed at the both of you. She smiled a bit. “Smile, okay? I’m going to take some pictures.” The sparkler barley lit up the pain in her face. Neither of you knew what to say, but another voice alerted your attention elsewhere before you could come up with anything.

“Joshua? Hey, are you okay?” You looked over, seeing Jeonghan immediately kneel down to Joshua’s level. Upon closer inspection, you could see Joshua’s eyes were closed, his body falling limp as Jeonghan tried to get him upright. He cradled Joshua in his arms, using his one hand as a means to wake him up. “Come on, Joshua. Don’t do this.” He begged. He was rubbing Joshua’s cheeks, eventually resorting to hitting them as he frantically called Joshua’s name over and over.  Jihoon hurried over, the entire event screeching to a halt as everyone fell silent. You pressed yourself to Mingyu’s back when you saw him step forward, and he looked over to you. Jihoon knelt down. Jeonghan helped prop the limp and motionless Joshua up enough so Jihoon could press a hand to his back. They seemed to study Joshuas face, and you could barely see his features tighten a bit in what could only be read at pain, but not enough of it to snap him out of his funk and wake him up. 

Jihoon cursed, before instructing: “We need to get him inside.” Joshua, like a ragdoll, lolled his head onto Jeonghan’s shoulder, who immediately held onto it with ease. You watched him continue hitting Joshua’s face, before Hoshi and Seungkwan hurried over to help keep Joshua steady as best as they could. 

“What’s wrong?” you called out. Jihoon and Jeonghan focused on getting Joshua, who was just barely able to keep himself up, into the house with as little trouble as they could. When you didn’t get an answer from them, Mingyu put a hand around you. 

“Let’s get him inside. It’ll be fine.” He assured. You pressed yourself closer to Mingyu’s side, him gently rubbing your arm as he led you inside, the rest of the group following close behind. You watched up ahead as Jeonghan seemingly kept trying to wake Joshua up the entire trip back to the house. The entire time, only one thought was going through your mind.

The longer they’re on earth, the more they begin to resemble that of humans. 

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[kokopoptarts]

Baked with love

Lee seokmin x gender neutral reader.

It's Christmas Eve, the smell of vanilla and sugar and the sound of a Christmas playlist from your phone fills the air of your tiny kitchen apartment, you and Seokmin spent the past half an hour measuring and mixing ingredients in order to make your Christmas Eve traditional sugar cookies.

Fluffy socked feet pad across the white tiled floor of the kitchen as you head for the sink, washing and drying your hands, you turn only to be face to face with your lovely boyfriend Seokmin. He holds out his hand to you, a silent invitation to dance with him, the usual bright smile that adorned his face whenever you were in his company radiant as ever.

Placing your hand in his, he moves to interlock your hands together, one hand snaking around your waist to rest on your lower back as he pulls you in a little bit closer. Twirling and waltzing around the dinky little apartment kitchen together, a hairs width from each other's face, you can't help but notice the loving twinkle in his eyes as he looks at you, you feel your lips tugging up into a smile, mirroring the own smile on his face.

The song you were both dancing to was long over, but Seokmin still held you close to him, slightly swaying as if you were both trees moving with the wind. With a kiss pressed onto the knuckles of your left hand, he let go of your own. "You've got flour on you" cupping your face with his hand, he gently swiped away at the speckles of white that were sprinkled on your now flushed pink cheek with his thumb.

His hand lingered, eyes scanning your face, mentally he was noting all the freckles, wrinkles, dimples and scars that decorated your face, you may have classed them as imperfections but in his eyes they made you even more beautiful than you already are. Leaning in you could feel his breath fanning your own face, closing your eyes as you felt his lips gently place a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

After all your years together it still amazes you that even a simple chaste kiss on the cheek makes you erupt in a whole flock of butterflies, if Seokmin had a million wishes he'd use them all to kiss you a million times over. He loves you, there was no doubt in your mind that you didn't know that, every decision he made, he had your best interests at heart. Keeping you happy and safe was his one task in life and he put his whole heart and soul into doing just that, the same sort of passion that goes into every performance of his.

The ding of the oven timer snapped both of you out of your lovestruck daze, Seokmin was quick to grab the oven gloves as he took the freshly baked cookies out of the oven, carefully carrying the hot tray across the kitchen and placing it on the countertop beside the sink. As you both stood there looking at the tray of cookies like a pair of proud parents, you have to admit the cookies turned out fantastic.

Feeling that hand that was once holding you close to him earlier, snake around your waist once more. "We should let them cool before we decorate them" looking at him as you lovingly lean into his side "do you want to watch a movie while we wait?" At that question Seokmin perks up, gaining the energy of a toddler on a sugar high as he excitedly asks "can I pick the movie?" With a chuckle and a small smile you nod your head, watching him run off to the living room you come to the conclusion that you are in fact going to marry that man one day.

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[seokgyuu]

part of the @svthub 70's collab

Lee Seokmin is a very successful and admired Detective in the NYPD. Up until now he has had no trouble catching the bad guys. But when an especially horrific serial killer starts roaming the streets of New York City and he faces perplexity for the first time in his career - his superiors send a unit from the FBI trained to profile Serial Killers, which contains none other than you - Seokmin’s High School Sweetheart.

Pairing: Detective!Seokmin x FBI Agent!Reader

Genre: Criminal Minds/Detective AU, exes to enemies to lovers, Serial Killer AU, angst, Smut (MDNI!)

Warnings: Serial Killer theme, description of violence, description of dead bodies, cult themes, mentions of suicide, mentions of blood, mentions of abuse, mentions of suicide, character death (none of the main characters); smut warnings: fingering, penetrative sex, dirty talk, usage of the word “baby”, begging, reader has female anatomy, unprotected sex, creampie

Wordcount: 15.8k

a/n: I finally made it!! after months and months of writer's block I finally finished this fic, and I am actually really happy with it. Please mind the warnings, as this goes into darker themes. I also want to note, that I am no expert in terms of criminal language especially during the 70s in the us. So, if you spot anything that isn't all that accurate, i apologize! I also want to thank @multi-kpop-fanfics, @bitchlessdino & @strawberryya for reading through this and telling me i, in fact, do not suck at writing lmao. ily guys!!

taglist: @the-boy-meets-evil, @wooahaeproductions, @wongyuseokie

Lee Seokmin was a proud man. Proud of his grades in school and university. Proud of the man his parents had shaped him into. Proud of all the cases he had solved as a detective. With pride comes vulnerability, though. Especially in cases like these when he doesn’t have the right to be proud of himself. When he feels lost and helpless and his superiors look at him as if he had never solved a single case in his career. 

He knows. He knows he isn’t giving them or the people of New York City anything to go by. All he can do is say he needs more time. Time that no one has. 

“More people will die, Lee.” 

Seokmin hates Jeffrey Stolper. Hates him like fire burns. There is nothing he can do about it. Balling his fist under the table, Seokmin slowly raises his head. There is a certain emotion in Stolper’s eyes, an emotion Seokmin was happy to say he hadn’t seen many times before. His older colleague was gloating. While they were working together, their boss put Seokmin in charge because of the very obvious numbers differentiating them. Seokmin solved cases. Stolper left them cold. Seokmin couldn’t count the amount of times he had helped Jeffrey from drowning in his own misery, and this was the thanks he got. The older man was gloating because, for the first time in practically ever, Seokmin was lost. 

“Thanks, Stolper, couldn’t figure that one out myself,” he mumbled, letting his free hand roam over his sweaty face. Scoffing, the older male with the slowly graying hair leans back in his chair.

“Not the hot shot everyone says you are, aren’t you?”

“Shut the fuck up, this is not the time.” Seokmin’s voice is quiet but sharp, and Jeffrey laughs, his chest heaving as he seems to be vibrating with the horrendous sound of his arrogant laugh. It takes everything inside Seokmin not to get up from his chair and punch the hell out of the man. 

“Lee, Stolper.”

Both of them get up when their superior walks in, a big man with a receding hairline, a stubble on his strong face, and an old suit on his large frame. Frederic Bream isn’t much of an empath, but he does a good job. 

“Captain.” Seokmin and Stolper speak at the same time, watching as the captain nods and then waves his hand, telling them to sit back down. Once all of them are seated, he clears his throat.

“I know you hate to admit it, Lee, but we have no leads on this. No leads and a new victim.”

Seokmin’s heart falls down to his feet. Fuck. Another dead girl? Who will it be this time? He feels sweat starting to form at the top of his head. 

“Another one?” Stolper is serious and reaches for the case file Bream put on the table. Seokmin feels as if someone had dumped him in ice water, unable to move, shivering. He hates the fact that Bream is right - there are no leads. So far they haven’t gathered anything from what this monster does except that he always does it the same way. 

“Lauren White, 23. Student at Columbia,” Stolper reads, his face in a grimace, “she was found near Times Square, too. Fuck, Lee, I told you to put more patrols out!”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Even if we put every man we have on the streets, this city is huge, Stolper. He could just start moving them somewhere else.”

Stolper doesn’t respond. Instead, he shoves the file over to Seokmin, who takes it with his jaw tensed.

“This is different from before, boys,” Bream clears his throat, “this is a high-profile murder. She is the daughter of the district judge.”

Seokmin looks up from the file. 

“Why is this different from the other four victims? Because she has an important dad, suddenly the tables turn?” 

Bream sighs, pulling a hand over his red face. 

“It’s not fair, I know that, Lee. But this changes everything. The judge is furious. Was a real fucking asshole about it too, even for someone who just lost his daughter. He wants the slasher to be caught yesterday.”

“Oh, and we don’t? Captain, please, this is bullshit!” Seokmin scoffs, throwing the file back on the table and glaring at his superior, who looks straight back at him.

“I know. We all know Seokmin. It’s a bad situation. But, some might say, it did bring something good.”

“And what’s that?” Stolper speaks up, crossing his arms. Bream clicks his tongue.

“We got sent help. From the FBI.”

Silence is what follows. Seokmin feels the ice inside his veins melt and instead get replaced by fire. He knows Stolper feels the same. Everyone here feels the same. The fucking feds.

“They can’t take this from us. We’ve been on this for months,” Seokmin hisses, and Bream nods again, licking his dry lips.

“They won’t take it from us, Lee. They are only here to help. In fact, they aren’t… our usual feds.”

“What does that mean?” Seokmin raises his brows, leaning forward, hands on top of the table.

“They are a completely new department. Focused on the behavior of criminals, analyzing them, trying to figure out what is wrong with them.”

“They are killing people. That’s what's wrong with them!” Stolper shouts, and Bream holds up his hand. 

“I understand that you’re upset. God knows I am, too. But there is nothing I can do. Go talk to them. They just arrived.”

The ice is back, and this time it hits Seokmin right in the face. They are here already? Waiting for them? Embarrassment flows through his veins, mixed with an emotion he has never felt before regarding his job: failure. His legs are shaking as he gets up, but he tries to play it off, his body tensing when Bream leads them to the door and opens it. 

The hallway to the main hall suddenly feels longer than it is. The walls are closing in on Seokmin, the gray concrete threatening to suffocate him as he walks over the horrendous blue tiles he never understood were placed in the first place. Nothing really seems to be matching in this precinct. Most especially Seokmin and the federal agents waiting for them downstairs. He doesn’t know how his legs lead him to the glass front that shows the inside of the busy station downstairs. Everything is the same gray color. Everything is the same horrible blue. The only difference is the people standing in the right corner of the room all gathered around the whiteboard Seokmin has so carefully put together these past few months. 

His hands are sweating. This isn’t fair. This is his case. They aren’t supposed to be here and take credit for what he has done so far. What exactly have you done, Lee Seokmin? The voice in his head reminds him, and he balls his hands into fists as Bream opens the door leading to the stairs that will finally bring him to the federal agents he knows he’ll hate already. 

The atmosphere in the room is tense. More tense than usual because everyone in it is unhappy with the current situation. As if it isn't hard enough that there is a killer on the loose, now there are FBI agents trying to take this away from the NYPD? This is his town, Seokmin’s town! No one knows it as well as him. He knows every corner, every store. Every good place to eat, every bar to avoid. The people know him; they trust him with this, and now he is just supposed to accept that he can’t continue what he started?

He doesn’t know how, but somehow, he does end up right behind all the agents and one of the other detectives, Jeanne, and doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he is bitter. His arms are crossed as he listens to Jeanne explaining what is on the board. She had been a part of this - just like all the other detectives had been whenever they could. It’s not like crime suddenly stopped in New York City just because a serial killer was roaming around. If anything, it just got worse. 

“That’s about all we’ve gathered. I know it’s not much, but it’s all we got.” Jeanne closes her explanation, and Seokmin watches the backs of the agent's head nodding. Bream then clears his throat, making the others aware that they have joined and once the team of strangers turns around, Seokmin thinks someone has yet again taken a bucket of ice and dumped it all over his head. Because why on earth are you here? 

You see him the second he sees you. It’s almost funny how your professionalism slowly slips out of your control, how seeing him makes memories flood your brain and almost drowns you. Why is he here? He, who had left you with a sour taste seven years prior to this moment? Why is he standing there in a well-fitted suit, looking the best he ever had in a precinct that shouldn’t have anything pretty inside it? 

“Detectives, may I introduce you to agents Son, Song, Kim, Seok and Y/L/N. They were sent here by the FBI to help us with the investigations.” Jeanne smiles, but Seokmin knows it’s not an honest smile. You see it, too. When you had gotten the memo to go to New York City and help with the slasher murders, you had already known the detectives wouldn’t be too happy to see you and your team. 

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m the team leader, Hyunwoo Son.” You hear your boss speak, and you want to look at him, but your eyes are back to being glued to Seokmin. Lee Seokmin. The one who had taken everything from you when you were nineteen. 

“You too. I’m Detective Stolper. This is Detective Lee.” Bream doesn’t sound sincere. For once, Seokmin is relieved his older colleague likes to speak over him. He doesn’t know if he would have been able to say a word. 

Catching a serial killer is one thing. Catching him with someone you share an uncomfortable history with, another. You are sitting as far from Seokmin as you possibly can. With as many people between you as there are. 

Hyunwoo is standing at the front with Matthew, explaining what your team has gathered as of now. The rest of the precinct is listening to the presentation, and you just know they are all biting their tongues. No one wants you here. All of them think you’re a fraud. While you understand where they are coming from, you also think it’s time for them to accept the newly found ways to analyze the behavior of killers like the case at hand: the Manhattan Slasher. The air is thick with sweat, and you are sure 70% of it is yours. 

“We want to make clear that the work your precinct and especially you, Detective Lee, have done so far is incredibly helpful. We don’t want to discredit what you’ve done and we also don’t want to make you feel as if you’re getting kicked off the case. We aren’t your usual federal agents, Detectives, we are here to be of support to you. You still go outside and look at the crime scenes. You still get to do your work. We are here to assist, to see things we have been trained to see, things you cannot see, not for lack of smarts but lack of training.”

You had always admired Hyunwoo. How he spoke so clearly and calmly, how he never failed to make a person feel seen. You can feel the atmosphere shift. Some of the police officers visibly relaxing in their seats. You still don’t dare to look at Seokmin.

“Now, to what we have gathered. Dr. Matthew Seok will lead you through it.”

Seokmin wonders how old Matthew Seok is. He can’t be any older than 23. How on earth is he already a part of one of the newest FBI departments? And gets to be in charge of the presentation? And how does he already have a god damn PhD?

“Hi everyone, I’m Dr. Matthew Seok. With the help of the information you’ve gathered, we were able to come up with a profile for our unsub.”

Seokmin feels a scoff in his throat but manages to hold it back. A profile? What is he talking about?

“We are positive the unsub is a white man in his early to late 30s. He most probably grew up with an abusive mother, which explains why he only picks women as his victims. He doesn’t care about their race or social standing, which tells us he doesn’t hate one specific type of woman, but all of them. The age range of his victims is from early to mid twenties, meaning his mother had him young and gave him up around that time.”

You should be used to it by now. The reaction from the precincts. But it bothers you just as much as it usually does. The way they look at each other, the way they are already fed up with you being here. Your eyes wander over to the rest of your team, who you know are just as fed up as you, but they are better at hiding their emotions. Yuqi just stands there with her gum in her mouth, her arms crossed, and hoping she’ll get to go on the field soon. While she is an excellent profiler, she did train to become a field agent. It was pure coincidence that Hyunwoo had overheard her talking about this one case even Matthew had been struggling with. Jungwoo is the quietest one of your team, especially in situations like this. He just stands there, hands folded in front of his frame, eyeing the situation calmly. The team leader himself stands next to Matt still, his arms crossed as well and his gaze wandering over the crowd of people. A traitorous part of you envies him for being able to look at Seokmin without any repercussions. 

“How the fuck do you know that?” A voice now erupts from the sea of people. You turn around to see the man who had walked in with Seokmin. Stolper, you think his name was. A frown appears on your face.

“It’s not our job to explain profiling to you,” you say coldly and the older man’s eyes find you - just like Seokmin’s do. You decide to ignore them and turn back to face Matthew.

“Uhm. Yes, well, we do ask you to look into certain… well, behaviors. People like our unsub aren’t exactly the most masculine. He is probably very thin and might even have a disability - perhaps a prosthetic leg or something that makes him feel inferior. Look into churches, veteran centers, see if you find anyone that could match the profile and-,”

“You mean to tell me that the killer could be a vet?” Bream now interrupts, his eyebrows raised. Seokmin presses his lips together. If his colleagues hadn’t been wary of your bunch before, they sure as hell are now. War Heroes? Their precious American patriots that fought for their country and won a war? How could you even dare to speak ill of them? 

“No. He most probably didn’t serve. He tells people he did and that that’s the reason he has said disability,” Matthew continues calmly and you smile slightly. It was a reach, your reach, but so far all your reaches had been a shot to the bullseye. 

Then there was a sudden thud somewhere behind you, followed by hurried footsteps and news none of you could pretend didn’t make you sick to your stomachs.

This feels wrong. It’s broad daylight, there are people everywhere. You stand next to Matthew, your hands buried in your pockets, and listen to the statement of the girl that had called the police. 

“She was just next to me and then.. and then suddenly she wasn’t. I- I was confused and looked around and then I saw this- this man and how he dragged her by the arm into his car. No one did anything, no one- no one helped her and I- I didn’t-,” her voice breaks off and another set of tears well up in her eyes. Seokmin nods understandingly.

“Miss, you have nothing to blame yourself for. It is a busy street and you and your friend were not glued by the hip, alright? We will do our best to find her and you shouldn’t worry about what you could have done differently. You called us right away and that's the best thing you could’ve done.”

Tears are rolling down her face, sobs are erupting from her tiny body, and you wonder if Seokmin would ask her out if it wasn’t for the circumstances. The second the thought hits your brain, you freeze. What the hell? Why on earth would your mind go there? In a situation like this? You shake your head to yourself and look around - the police have put tape around the area where Kelly has gotten abducted. Her friend, Jean is being questioned, along with the few other people who claim to have seen something. But other than the witnesses, there isn’t much to go on about. The car he had dragged Kelly into had been an old one and Jean couldn’t exactly tell what kind. She also hadn’t been able to make out the license plate. So, all in all, it was all more or less useless information. 

“Detective Lee, I will need you to go to the morgue with Dr. Seok and Y/N,” Hyunwoo is suddenly there, right next to Seokmin and you hear his voice and feel your stomach tighten. The professionalism has to stay in its place, you know that. There is no room for you to fall back into old patterns; that one silly thought you had earlier was enough. You can’t let it get any further. 

But the tension is there and it's suffocating. You’re in the backseat of Seokmin’s car and Matthew is talking the man’s ear off with information you have heard millions of times before. Thankfully your friend and colleague doesn’t feel what you feel, what Seokmin feels, and for a short second you ask yourself how he even became the youngest member of your team - only for you to remember you have never met a mind as brilliant as his, with the exception of human interaction. He isn’t too good at those. 

The morgue is just like any other you’ve been in. This one still feels different, though. Probably because of the young girls you know shouldn’t be dead laying on top of the examination tables with nothing but a thin blanket over their pale, lifeless bodies. You should be used to this by now, you think. But you doubt you ever will be. 

Matthew is standing next to one of the women, the fourth victim, Fernanda Franco, with this look on his face you’ve seen many times before. You’re standing opposite him, your arms crossed and your eyes shifting over the body, wondering how much pain these women had been in.

“He did a thorough job with the cut,” the coroner says now; he is standing on the side of the room, holding a file, “my guess is he is good with a knife, maybe working with animals.”

“Right,” Matthew mumbles, a frown on his face as he leans forward, eyeing the victim from top to bottom. It’s somewhat fascinating how good he is at spotting things others haven’t seen before. Perhaps it had made you jealous a while back, but fortunately, that is over. Instead of being jealous, you appreciate his work and his abilities. 

Seokmin, meanwhile, is also looking through files. Mostly from the crime scenes. How the women looked before the coroner took care of them. The fact that they are all still here, and not yet down under, no funeral held at this point, makes his stomach turn. He knows it’s wrong. But as long as they haven’t found the killer, as long as there might be more evidence on the bodies… Seokmin suppresses a sigh. He wants to give the families the chance to find closure so badly. If only by giving them the opportunity to put their daughters, sisters, grandchildren to rest. 

The pictures are still hard to look at. The blood everywhere. The stained clothes. The signs of clear torture. Nothing sexual, at least. But then again, perhaps the killer doesn’t need to sexually assault them to feel arousal. That’s what Matthew said earlier. Seokmin closes the file and pulls a hand through his hair, his hat safely stored on one of the cabinets. 

“Dr. Richmond,” Matthew’s voice makes Seokmin look over to where you are standing. 

“Dr. Seok?” Richmond walks over to Matthew who is standing bent over the body, his hand holding… the victim’s ear. Immediately, you and Seokmin step closer, both of your eyes glued to the women’s earlobe. Something inside your stomach turns, goosebumps suddenly all over your skin and you feel your breath getting stuck in your throat.

“Why wasn’t this in the files?” Matthew now continues to ask, his eyes not leaving what he found. Dr. Richmond feels his face go pale and sweat starts to form on the palms of his hands. Blood is rushing through his ears and there is nothing he can say, nothing he can try to come up with because the bitter truth is-

“He didn’t know it was there,” Seokmin finishes the thought and Richmond swallows hard, hands wiping away at his lab coat. The detective is right. 

“Do all of them have this?” You ask now, finally able to move away from Fernanda and move over to Jennifer Cartwright, who looks way too peaceful for what had happened to her. But then, you are happy she does. A part of you hopes she is feeling peace wherever she may be. When you reach for her earlobe, you already know it will be there. You take a deep breath. 

“I’m- I don’t understand. I never… nothing like this ever happened, I-,” Richmond’s voice echoes through the room, but none of you pay him mind. The small crosses, carved into the soft tissue of the women’s earlobes, take all of your attention. 

There were only a handful of people in the meeting room. Your team and Seokmin and his superior officer. It bothered you, kind of. More people had to know. 

“These crosses, they have been used before,” Matthew is pacing through the room and Hyunwoo is right there at the front of it, his arms crossed and his thumbnail between his teeth. He is thinking, listening.

“This was in the late fifties, early sixties. A cult, they all followed this one man, Jonathan Brixley. He claimed to have somewhat superpowers, and while most didn’t actually believe him, he was such a good preacher, they followed him anyways. They weren’t known for being violent up until they seemed to vanish. Many thought they might have done a suicide pact, but no bodies were ever found. But what we do know is that whenever one of their own died, they would carve a little cross into their earlobe. Almost unnoticeable. Almost like a birthmark - it’s not even that surprising Dr. Richmond didn’t catch on.”

“He didn’t catch on that all of the girls have the same strange birthmark?” Seokmin frowns. You roll your eyes.

“We are all aware that this isn’t the ideal situation, Detective, but perhaps being bitter about it doesn’t make it better.”

It’s the first time you and Seokmin have directly talked. Or more like, the first time you had openly acknowledged each other's presence.

“With all due respect, Agent, I don’t care. I want to be bitter, I am allowed to be bitter. If we had known this weeks ago, we might have cracked the case by now!”

“I highly doubt that, Detective. With all due respect,” Matthew chimes in and the (unpleasant) moment between Seokmin and you is over. 

“And why is that?” Seokmin’s superior officer asks. 

“Well, as I said, the cult vanished. Finding out where the last remaining members are is almost an impossible task. If there even are any - I doubt they’d wanna be found. For all we know, they could be hiding in plain sight and we wouldn’t know.”

The atmosphere gets even more uneasy. If that’s even possible at this point. Seokmin scoffs and looks away, his hands in fists. You should know how to de-escalate but your head comes up empty. It’s almost as if there is an invisible barrier that forbids you from actually trying to be reasonable with Seokmin. 

Just when Hyunwoo seems like he wants to say something, the door opens. One of the police officers, a woman with red hair you don’t know the name of, comes in.

“We have a situation,” she says and her eyes are full of something even you, a profiler, isn’t so sure what the meaning of is. It looks like fear, confusion, but also something like hope. Immediately, everyone gets up and follows her outside, where you spot the board with all the pictures of the victims on it… and a red thread connecting one of them to a new face.

“That’s the girl I talked to earlier.” Seokmin breathes and he looks over at Ruth, who nods. 

“Yes, Detective. Jean told us that she knows one of the girls - Rebecca Twain. They used to go to the same church, same goes for her friend, Kelly, that she called in as abducted.”

Your eyes widen at that and you look over at Matt, who has his hand over his mouth, his face in a frown. A church. That fits the idea of the cult. All of you who were in the room earlier know that. This is good, this is an actual clue, one that might even lead to something after all! 

“What church?” Bream now asks the police officer named Ruth. 

“She wasn’t too sure. Said they haven’t been there in ages. She knew Rebecca when they were children and Kelly came to join them a few years later. But they haven’t gone to the church in at least 12 years. She said she would call us with more information, but so far she hasn’t.”

It doesn’t take a genius to understand why she hasn’t called the station yet. You sink down, leaning against one of the desks now, a hand rubbing over your face. This was bad. Seriously bad. Whenever a cult was involved in anything, it could only be so much worse than anticipated. Of course, her parents wouldn’t let her talk about it. Who would ever want to talk about something like this? Being part of a cult, if now or in the past - with everything happening these past years. 

“We need to speak to her parents. Now.” Hyunwoo is already out the door, probably heading to his car and you look over at the rest of your team, who all seem more or less as lost as you. It turns out to be Seokmin who follows your team leader first and once you see his figure speed past you, you also begin to move. 

The ride is quiet. Hyunwoo’s hands are white around the steering wheel. You sit next to him in the front, Seokmin in the back. All of this feels surreal to you and you are sure it’s not that different for Seokmin. Serial Killers were a constant part of both of your lives, but you - you haven’t been for a good amount of years. It’s like a bad taste in your mouth, as if somehow the food you would always cook perfectly suddenly went bad, had a foul ingredient in it, was cooked for too long. You’re not sure what it is, but it doesn’t sit right with you. 

Seokmin, in the back seat, feels about the same as you. He is used to gruesome murders, to killers who don’t care about anything but themselves, but he isn’t used to having you around in all of this. Someone from his old life that he doesn’t associate with any of this. Never in a million years would he have predicted you becoming a federal agent. When you dated back in high school, you had always talked about wanting to go into politics, fighting for women’s rights, feminism, all that jazz. You had even applied to all the IVYs, wanting to study political science. So, how did you end up here? 

“We will have to be careful.” Hyunwoo now breaks the silence and makes Seokmin and you look at him.

“The parents won’t be too happy to share their story, I can imagine. No one likes to admit they were in a cult, not after Manson.” 

You nod and Seokmin scoffs, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms. 

“One would think people wouldn’t even join any cults after Manson,” he says and Hyunwoo laughs bitterly, nodding slightly as he takes the next right at the intersection.

“Right. Sadly, it isn’t as easy as that.”

You look at Seokmin through the rearview mirror, watch how his jaw is tightened and how his arms are crossed, how his suit jacket is discarded next to him on the backseat. You wonder how long he has been part of this lifestyle, how long he’s been a cop. You hadn’t heard from him in years, not even when your friends offered to do some digging for you. It wasn’t because you weren’t interested. More so because you felt like you would get too invested. Looking away again, you straighten out your shoulders. This isn’t the time to think about the past, there are way more important things to focus your energy on. 

Five minutes later, Hyunwoo finally parks the car in front of the house of the Roger’s and the three of you get out to walk over to the front door where Hyunwoo rings the doorbell twice. It only takes about twenty seconds before the door opens and a slim woman with bright red hair and red lips stands in front of you, an apron around her waist and a mitten in her hand.

“Yes?” She looks at you with blinking eyes and the three of you take out your respective badges. The woman’s eyes widen. 

It is safe to say that getting information out of Jean’s parents is almost impossible. They are a middle class family with middle class friends, he works in real estate and she does her best to keep the house and children under control. They don’t want to talk about their past at the church, or more like, they try to deny it ever was a part of their lives. Talking to them comes close to talking to a wall, if the wall felt guilt and shame and was worried about its reputation. Only when you mention Jean for the third time, reassuring her parents that they aren’t in trouble and that no one was going to find out, that the only mission you had was to find the missing girl and find out who had killed the other innocent women - they budge. 

Mr. Rogers gets up, a certain shake in his knees, and walks over to one of the dark hardwood dressers standing on the right side of the spacious living room, where he opens a drawer and takes out what looks like a little notebook. You, Hyunwoo and Seokmin look at him attentively. 

“We haven’t talked to anyone from that church in years. Or well, we hadn’t. Up until a few weeks ago. You see, there used to be this… this farm. It was for retreats, we would go there every other month. Sing and pray, meet new people from other parts of the country,” he begins to explain as he walks back, reluctantly handing the notebook to you. Taking it with a small thank you, you look at the page he had opened it to and see a number and a name. 

“This is the name and telephone number of the couple that bought the farm years ago. We- we haven’t been going to the retreats since 1961, but a couple weeks ago an old acquaintance from the church called us. Kathryn Anderson, she was pretty close to Pastor Brix-,” he stops himself mid sentence, “to, uh, to Mr. Brixley. She wanted to know if we knew who bought the farm.” “And what did you tell her?” Seokmin asks now. 

“He told her no. That we were never interested in knowing,” Mrs. Rogers now answers the question for her husband, “you see, when we left the church it was mostly because of Jean. We figured after a while that perhaps this church wasn’t what we wanted for our daughter. So, we left. It wasn’t easy, but we did it. A couple months later, the whole thing fell apart anyway. Kathryn wasn’t around for that because she had been arrested about six months before we left the church. Got a good couple of years behind bars for attempted murder, the woman. When she got out, she couldn’t reach anyone - after all, the church didn’t exist anymore. Jonathan had perished, no one knows where he ended up and she was unsure what to do. So, she finally got a hold of us and wanted to know everything about the farm. But again, we told her we didn’t know who bought the farm. We just told her it was over and that she needed to find a different safety net.”

You look over at Hyunwoo, wondering if he thinks the same thing you do.

“But you obviously do know who owns the farm now.” He says calmly. The housewife swallows, then nods.

“We do. Paul actually sold the farm to them.”

How convenient, you think. Hyunwoo smiles and Seokmin clicks his tongue.

“I see. Well, thank you for the name and number, but now it would be great if you could also let us know the address.”

“I don’t understand,” you say, your arms crossed in front of your chest. Hyunwoo is sitting at his makeshift office desk, rubbing his temples.

“What exactly do you not understand, Y/N?” 

“Why we need to go to the farm. Or no, why he and I need to go.”

“Don’t be stupid, Y/N. Matthew confirmed it, the cult used this farm back in the day. There could be a lead there. And you and Detective Lee are going because you’re my best agent and he’s their best detective. I also feel like you two need some bonding time. Honestly, I’ve got no clue what your issue is with him, but you’ll need to get your act together. This is a serious case and I can’t have you dislike the main detective.”

Dislike. That’s one word to describe it. You bite the inside of your cheek. 

“So, you will drive to the farm with him and talk to the couple as well as check out the surroundings. See if you find anything that could be helpful to the case, got it?” 

“Yes, sir.” 

Hyunwoo nods, satisfied. He then waves his hand, telling you to get out and do your job. You suppress a sigh and instead walk out and almost into your newly assigned partner - Seokmin. He looks about as happy about the situation as you feel, but neither of you says a word while you walk out of the precinct and to the car that would take you the 100 mile drive to Schnecksville, Pennsylvania. 

“You drive.” Seokmin’s voice rips you out of your thoughts and you thankfully react quick enough and catch the keys he throws at you. Rolling your eyes, you walk over to the other side and open the car, sitting down in the driver’s seat. The second your door is closed and Seokmin’s door is closed, his presence almost drowns you. 

“I was always better at reading maps than you,” he mumbles next to you and you feel your cheeks heat up and your stomach turn and you decide to ignore him and instead start the car. 

Seokmin presses his lips together, the map on his lap and his heartbeat loud and clear in his ears. Bream really thinks he did something. Putting Seokmin in a car with you for the next two hours. Apparently, your little bit of tension did not remain unnoticed and now this was his punishment. But what was he supposed to do? Tell Bream that you were his ex-girlfriend from high school who he had left seven years ago with nothing better than a pathetic letter goodbye. It hadn’t been his finest moment, but god, he was nineteen. Back then, he had enlisted in the army after high school, something he was bound to do anyways, and being cowardly as he was, he just hadn’t felt like telling you in person. Then, when he had been discharged, he had signed up for the academy and here he is now. He knows he should say something, apologize for the way he left you. But his pride and the shame don’t let his lips move, don’t let the words come out. And so he just looks at the map and waits to give you instructions. That’s what he can do. That’s how he can cope with being next to you. 

The drive is long and quiet and you turn on the radio at one point, listening to quiet music almost soothing. The highway is wide and the city is behind you and you wonder how long you’ll have to be in this car before your head starts to actually fume from all the thoughts running around. 

When you see the sign for Schnecksville, you almost sigh in relief. Seokmin tells you which exit you have to take and you follow his instructions, wondering how you actually got through this drive without any actual communication besides his directions. 

Schnecksville is filled with nothing and a gas station. You also pass a motel and a convenience store on your way to the farm that is a few miles away from the city center. Once you finally arrive, you can’t get out of the car quick enough, shoving the keys into your jacket when the car is locked. The farm is bigger than you had anticipated and Seokmin, who has discarded his jacket and hat on the backseat, looks just as surprised as you.

“Guess we have some ground to cover. Come on.” He takes the lead and you follow him, even though a part of you feels the need to run ahead. You don’t. You’re not a child. 

The woman who opens the door is in her early sixties with graying hair and a cat in her arms.

When you and Seokmin introduce yourselves and show your badges, she gasps slightly.

“Oh, you know, my sweet peach always runs out when I open the door, she is sick, can’t really find her way back when she gets out. Come on in, agent, detective.”

Her name is Mabelle Travis and her husband is Keith Travis, but he isn’t at home right now. He is getting some groceries for them. 

“How kind of your husband to help you with that,” you say as you sit down on the couch in the pastel colored living room. Mabelle nods, letting the cat back down.

“Oh, he is the one with the driver’s license, dear. I can only go grocery shopping if he comes with me. Or our son is in town.”

You nod and look over at Seokmin, who is looking at some of the family pictures on the dressers by the door. 

“Your son doesn’t live with you, ma’am?” He asks and Mabelle shakes her head as she sits down on one of the horrifically green armchairs. 

“No, Detective. He used to, you know, live with us. But that was before we bought the farm. My husband always dreamt of having a farm. When he retired, he thought it might just be the time.” She laughs and looks from Seokmin to you.

“But, what can I do for you?”

“Well, we were wondering if you’d be alright with us looking around the farm? We don’t know if you know, but the farm used to belong to a church before you bought it.”

“Ah, yes. We did know. I think that’s why we got it cheap. What exactly are you looking for, agent?”

“We’re not sure. But we think the church might have some connections to a case we are currently working on.”

Mabelle nods, her face in a frown. 

“Oh my. Well, you’re in luck then. We bought the farm years ago, but only recently moved in. So, most of the barns are still untouched. Only this house has been through some construction,” the cat jumps up on her lap and Mabelle smiles down at it, her hand carefully caressing its fur.

“That’s good news, Mrs. Travis. We’ll go take a look then.” Seokmin nods his head towards the back door and you smile at Mabelle before getting up and following Seokmin outside. There are three barns in total - one is large and two are on the smaller side, leaving the two of you with enough ground to work with for the next few hours. You exchange looks and decide to check out the smaller space first, a barn that is completely bare except for a wooden table at the far right that holds a few blueprints. Seokmin checks them out, his eyes scanning them for anything out of the ordinary. You, meanwhile, begin to knock at the wall, listening for hollow spaces, but also come back with nothing. The barn seems as normal as a barn could be. 

The second one is a little trickier. It’s not empty, instead it’s filled with boxes that, after checking as good as each and every one, all seem to be empty. You check your wrist for the time, wiping your forehead with the back of the other hand. You’ve really been at it for the last two hours. 

“I think we should move on to the last barn. I doubt the rest will hold anything of worth. Come on.” Seokmin is next to you all of a sudden and you flinch, looking away from your watch and at the man, who has sweat dripping down his temple. His eyes are set on your face and you wonder if you look just as exhausted as he does. Clearing your throat, you nod and turn away from him, walking out of the barn and to the next one. 

Seokmin sighs, following you outside and grabbing your arm once he catches up with you. 

“Y/N, I am just as delighted about doing this with you as you are with me, believe me. But perhaps we should at least try to do our job.” 

His words sting more than they should have and you are well aware of that. Funny to think that such wounds would have healed after seven years. You shake off his hand and turn around to face him.

“Oh, is that right, Seokmin? You’re just as delighted as I am?” You raise your eyebrows at him. “As far as I can remember, Detective, you left me with nothing more but a joke of a letter.”

Seokmin bites down on his tongue. You are right. Maybe it wasn’t right of him to compare the two of you.

“I know that. I know I hurt you. And I should have apologized for that years ago. I was young and-,”

“Let me guess? Stupid? That is in fact correct, Seokmin. But I don’t care about an apology, at least not anymore. I just want to get this over with, not have chit-chat with you about the past which neither of us can change anymore. So, will you go to the third barn with me so we can finally leave this stupid town?”

Seokmin watches you walk away, his heart heavier in his chest than before. He really should have reached out sooner. Pulling a hand through his hair, the detective suppresses another sigh and finally follows you to the third and last barn for you to check. 

The Travises invite you for dinner and Seokmin and you are both too polite to decline. Thankfully Mabelle is incredibly talkative, loves telling you all the tales about their son, Henry, and how they used to live in the city but then moved to a smaller town. She is excited about her husband’s birthday coming up soon and Henry coming over to visit, and basically her favorite topic to discuss is him. You try your best to resist the urge to look over at Seokmin next to you, to see if he is as amused about this as you are. He is not your ally, not your friend. You shouldn’t be looking for his gaze, shouldn’t be curious of his thoughts. 

“Does your son visit you often?” Seokmin now asks after taking a sip from his glass filled with tap water. 

“Not as much as we’d like.” Mrs. Travis sighs and pats her husband’s hand.

“He is busy with working in the city, not always available.” Mr. Travis now explains and Seokmin and you nod. That makes sense. You try to remember the last time you had time to visit your own parents. You couldn’t even really remember. 

“If there is something we want to check again, would it be alright if we came back?” Seokmin asks when you finally stand at the front door, saying your goodbyes. The Travises nod, allowing you to come back whenever. After waving at them you walk back to the car, Seokmin now getting into the driver’s seat. As you sit down on the passenger seat the atmosphere quickly becomes tense now that you’re alone again. The second your doors are closed, a familiar sound is heard.

“Oh, you’ve got to be joking.” 

Rain. It’s starting to rain. What starts with a few drops on the windshield turns into a full on piss of rain that has the both of you staring at the scene for a few seconds. When a second later you hear thunder so close it almost shakes the car, Seokmin reluctantly starts the engine.

There is no way in hell you can drive home in this weather. As much as the both of you hate it, you’ll have to stop somewhere and wait out the storm. Seokmin suggests the motel you had seen on your way here and you nod, knowing there wasn’t much else you could say or do. Having to stay somewhere with Seokmin, somewhere you couldn’t just flee from, seems like the number one worst scenario you could find yourself in. You look at him from the passenger seat, trying to my sly about it but of course he notices your eyes on his face.

“Believe me, I would rather not do this either, Y/N. But I’d rather be safe than drive on the highway in this weather.”

You don’t answer him. Mainly because you would have to tell him he is right and that’s most definitely not going to happen. 

“What do you mean by that?” Seokmin looks at the bored looking woman in her fifties. She sighs and shoves the one room key towards him again. 

“I mean, Sir, that there is only one room left. We are fully booked. Have you seen the rain?” 

It’s very obvious a rhetorical question but Seokmin is about to go on a rant to tell the woman that, of course, he has seen the rain but how on earth does this justify there only being one room in a god damn motel miles away from any big city? 

“We’ll take the room,” you quickly interject, handing the lady your credit card that she looks at with a straight face.

“Honey, you’re in the middle of nowhere. Do you really think we take those things?” You feel your cheeks heat up, retreating the card again.

“That’s 16.50$ for the night,” she continues and you hand her a twenty that she takes without a word, shoving the change over the wooden surface, “have a pleasant stay.” She shoves down the small plastic window and you and Seokmin exchange a quick look before making your way to the room you will now have to share. 

There is only one bed. You stare at it and so does Seokmin. Because - of course there is. How could you have not asked the woman at the counter? But then again even if you had… there wasn’t much you could have done about it. Maybe a saw, you think, just saw it in half. The two of you stay silent for a good minute, before Seokmin finally sighs, pulling a hand over his face. 

“Looks like we can’t do much about this. Just… it’s just one night, alright? We can do this.” 

You don’t really understand why he would say that. Why he would speak for you, when you both know it isn’t okay and you most definitely can’t do this. You take a deep breath, throwing your bag onto the very dirty looking armchair next to the door. 

“Whatever,” you respond, rolling your eyes as you make your way into the bathroom, if only to get away from Seokmin for a short while. His presence is stressing you out more than you thought it would. Perhaps that had been foolish of you - thinking this wouldn’t be the absolute worst thing to ever happen. But at the same time, it’s not like Hyunwoo had given you much of a choice. He had straight up told you to get your act together and yet… You sigh, the door closed next to you. The bathroom isn’t even half as bad as you had feared. It’s small and the shower could need a scrub (or three), but other than that it’s decent. The toilet looks clean and the mirror hanging over the sink shows you your exhausted face. Dark circles under your eyes that you touch with your cold finger tips. You remember how you looked back in High School. How much you smiled, how happy you were almost every single day. And all because of him. He, who promised you the world only to rip it away when you needed stability the most. It wasn’t fair. Him being here, him playing such a big role in something so important to you. Finding this killer that took lives like it was nothing. Seokmin is here with you and he sure as hell isn’t going anywhere else. The effect he has on you is annoying, to say the least. You don’t want to feel this way, feel insecure and small and like you need to prove yourself to him. He isn’t worth your energy, your thoughts. Not him as a person at least. Him as a Detective is a different story. Another deep breath followed by some water that you splash into your face, is what finally makes you step out again and face your ex-boyfriend that has taken a seat on the bed, the case file spread next to him. 

He is handsome. High cheekbones, perfectly shaped eyebrows. His hair is styled back, but slowly the front strands are falling into his face. His face is in a small frown as he looks at the documents, as he tries to make sense where you all fail to find any. Your heart betrays you by skipping a beat, by suddenly sending a wave of sadness over you. He never told you why he left. He just did. 

“Anything making more sense now?” You ask cautiously, walking over to him with slow steps. Seokmin looks up slightly before shaking his head. 

“Not really,” he mumbles, “it doesn’t make sense. None of this. Why is he curving the crosses into their ears? Why is he choosing these girls specifically?” You sit down on the other side of the bed, gnawing on your lower lip.

“Well, Matthew told you our theory. Abusive mother, hatred towards women.”

“But why- why would he just go after any woman if his mother was a certain type?” Seokmin looks up at you and you feel a sting in your chest. You shrug.

“You’re right to question this theory. It’s not perfect and it will take a few years until we can really say that we have a high percentage of accurate profiles. So far we’ve been good, very good. But not as good as we can be. This unsub is unique because he doesn’t have a type - it almost seems random. Like he goes out on the street and sees a girl and just takes her,” you lick over your lips, letting your eyes wander to the window, the storm on full display, “he is violent, but he also kills them quickly. No signs of sexual abuse. It’s odd and not like anything we’ve seen before.”

Seokmin listens to you speak and allows himself to actually listen. The whole profiling thing - it most certainly hasn’t been something he trusted so far. But now, hearing your words, seeing the look on your face - he almost feels ashamed of his earlier suspicion. 

“It’s just-,” he begins, his hand pulling through his hair, “it’s confusing. Why would he not go for people who look like his mother? Why is he not taking revenge on her over and over again?”

You feel your thoughts stumble over that sentence for a good thirty seconds. Seokmin is right - why wouldn’t he take revenge on his mother over and over again? Why would he kill women that look nothing like her? Without really noticing, you get up, your feet carrying you over to the window, staring at the rain outside, hoping it would give you the clue you so desperately need right now.

“You agree, don’t you? That it is odd!” Seokmin gets up too, only to turn around and look at the files again, his arms crossed, eyes scanning all the pictures and clues the team has gathered so far. 

“Yes, it definitely is odd,” you mumble, heart racing in your chest. 

“Okay. We’ll go over this again. There has to be something we’re missing. A connection between them, a club they all go to. Anything, just… fuck, it feels as if there is clue right there, hidden in plain sight and we are missing it because it’s too damn obvious!”

Hidden in plain sight. You blink against your reflection in the window. Hidden in plain sight. Matthew had said the same thing back at the precinct. 

For all we know, they could be hiding in plain sight and we wouldn’t know.

You swirl around, eyes wide and Seokmin looks at you with a confused expression. 

“What?” 

“The barn,” you breathe, eyes flickering to the table, where the car keys lay right where Seokmin left them, “we need to go back.”

Seokmin tries to stop you, the storm still howling outside, but you’re not letting him. This is too important, too obvious. You want to kick yourself for not realizing it earlier. For seeing something that was right there, but not actually seeing it. 

You run to the car, soaked from head to toe when you sit down on the driver’s seat. The door to the passenger seat opens and Seokmin plops down, just as drenched as you are.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, will you tell me what the fuck is happening right now?”

Instead of answering, you start the engine, the wipers doing their best to clear your view.

“Y/N!” Seokmin repeats loudly and you let out a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding.

“It has to be in there! In the barn. All those god damn empty boxes. One of them has to have something in it, something they don’t want us to find. Fucking hell, we could have had the whole team here by now, Seokmin! If only we hadn’t been lazy!”

“Wait, hold on. So you think the Travises have something to do with this?” Seokmin asks and you shrug.

“Honestly? I don’t think they do. But it’s still their property now. And most of these boxes are theirs. I’m sure we’ll find something there. We just have to look at every single box.”

You’re almost in a haze, Seokmin thinks. Your eyes have completely changed and the way you drive this car would have been scary if only you weren’t so damn impressive. You have been impressive the whole day, Seokmin thinks. He would never say it out loud (not to you at least) but this job seems to fit you like a glove. Never did it cross his mind back in High School that you’d end up in the same field as him. He gulps down the nostalgia and instead looks out the window, wondering if the rain will stop anytime soon. 

It hasn’t been long since the two of you left the Travises and yet, when you arrive, the house is dark. Checking your watch you see it's already after 9pm. 

“They said we can come back whenever.” You say more to yourself than Seokmin, but the latter still nods, cursing under his breath when he steps out of the car and into the horrible weather. You run alongside him, passing the house and first barn, setting foot in the one you had a hunch about with both of you drenched from head to toe. Ignoring the cold creeping up, you begin examining the boxes once again. There is nothing extraordinary about them. They are the usual cardboard boxes one uses for moves, all over the country. It’s nothing you haven’t seen thousand of times before and-

“Y/N, look at this.” Seokmin’s voice fills the silence that has only been accompanied by the sound of rain and thunder before. Looking over at him, you see that he is holding up two different boxes upside down. There is a green dot on both of them. Your eyes widen. Quickly, you check your own box - but nothing. There is no dot. Confusion mixed with frustration begins to rise within you and you throw the box to the side, pulling clam hands through wet hair. 

“There has to be a system,” you mumble, closing your eyes as you try to calm yourself down. Seokmin hears your words and looks around the room, trying to make sense of how the boxes are lined up. They all look the same. They were all stacked the same when you came in earlier today. There isn’t anything about them that makes one different from the other - except for the dots he had discovered. His brain is working at full speed, his eyes roaming from one side of the room to the other. Only when he looks down, does he see something.

“Y/N, look,” he puts the two boxes he held up to the side and crouches down, your figure standing over him a second later. There were clear lines painted on the floor. He looks up at you and you feel your eyes beginning to shake, as you move as quickly as possible, shoving more boxes to the side and focusing on the floor. And yes, only a few moments later you find yet another line, one that contains boxes with more dots - orange ones. But it doesn’t stop there. Seokmin finds another line and boxes that, once again, don’t have a dot. He wants to pull his hair out, but once you begin looking at the boxes with him, your gaze full of determination, he calms down. Together, the two of you turn over every single box until, after what feels like hours, you let out a gasp. The box you’re holding now doesn’t only have a red dot on it - it also contains something. Seokmin is next to you right when you pull out the small key that makes both of you almost jump in glee. Your hunch had been right. Now all you had to do was find where the key belonged. Your eyes met and without words, Seokmin went to the left side of the room and you to the right one, both of your hearts beating at rapid speed at this point. Neither of you wants to or will leave this place until you find whatever door is hidden behind the wooden planks decorating the walls. Your hands flew over them, knocking to hear a hollow sound, anything that would indicate there being a hidden space. Nervous sweat was now mixing with the rain on your face, the earlier cold all forgotten thanks to the adrenaline you were feeling. 

“I got something!” Seokmin suddenly yells after a few minutes and you immediately turn and run over to him, seeing him break the wall free of the plank. Just that there is no wall. It is a thin wooden door with a small lock that looks like it was made for the key safely stored inside  the pocket of your jeans. Without any hesitation, you move forward, key back in your hand after pulling it out, and reuniting it with its lock - the door clicking open a second later. Seokmin and you look at each other again before you push the door with your hand, it easily swings open for you and Seokmin to see a narrow hallway led down by an old looking staircase. There is a string hanging down from the ceiling which Seokmin pulls on, lighting up the hallway for you to see more clearly. 

“Well, let’s go,” you say and Seokmin nods, both of you with one hand on your gun belts as you walk down the stairs, all the way down to a door that, thankfully, isn’t locked. Pushing this one open as well, you are met by another hallway, longer this time, with three doors leading to different rooms on each side. You feel adrenaline rush through you as you begin walking, Seokmin right behind you. The first two doors lead to empty storage rooms, you taking the ones on the left, Seokmin on the right. Your hands feel clammy and your senses are all heightened as you continue to the next door, opening it at once and checking the insides carefully, gun in your hand. No one is in there - but it’s also not empty. 

“Seokmin!” You call out and the man is beside you right then, eyes scanning the room. It’s an office, or at least it appears to be. Right on the wall across from you hangs a portrait of a beautiful landscape and only barely hides a very obvious closet of some sorts. You shove your gun back into your belt and walk straight up to it, while Seokmin goes to examine the desk standing at the left side of the room. He pulls out a pair of gloves from the inside pocket of his jacket and pulls them over his fingers before he begins to open each and every drawer. 

“There isn’t much dust around here,” you suddenly say and Seokmin looks over at you.

“What do you mean?”

“Someone comes here regularly. Cleans it of dust, keeps the floors clean.” You look around for a moment, then your focus is back on the painting hanging over the closet. Your hands are also wrapped up in a pair of gloves and you move slowly as you grab the edges of the frame to heave it off the wall. It occurs to you that the last time someone was here, they hadn’t succeeded in putting the painting back into its usual spot. You can tell because it comes off the wall without any problems, having been crooked from the beginning on. Now, you lean it against the wall next to you, before your hands open the closet. 

“Is something in there?” Seokmin walks over to you now, nothing interesting inside the desk.

Once he comes to a halt next to you, he feels himself gasp. There is a whole shelf with files that seem to be alphabetically organized. Your heart beat speeds up once more as you grab a random file (Br-Bu) and open it. 

“That-,” Seokmin’s eyes widen. As you continue staring at the page, he moves to pull out more of the files. He brings them over to the desk and opens them one by one, until he finds all the names he has been looking for.

“Broshard, Cartwright, Franco, Rogers, Twain and White.” 

Seokmin and you are staring at the files. It was all of the girls’ parents. They had all been part of this cult before. It made sense, of course it did. And yet, having it here, black on white, was still a shock. This meant their connection had been right there, so easy to grab, and none of the parents had thought about sharing this with the police. You lean against the desk, hands pulling through your damp hair. Seokmin’s hands are propped on his hips, his eyes reading over the names over and over again. 

“We have confirmation now,” he states, “we need to call the precinct.” He looks over at you and you nod, your hands still resting in your hair. Worry rushes through Seokmin and he finds himself standing in front of you a second later, his hands around your wrists to bring your hands back down softly.

“We will get him,” he says then, eyes boring into yours, “we will get him and he will be punished, Y/N, I promise you.”

It’s unprofessional, he knows it and so do you. You don’t ever promise to catch a killer. 

“Why didn’t the parents tell you?” Your voice is quiet and Seokmin sighs, shrugging. His hands are still holding you.

“I don’t know. Shame, fear? Whoever is doing this is a cold blooded murder, Y/N, they were probably scared he’d take even more from them.”

“More than a child?” You look up at him, letting the feelings that you’ve been holding back finally crack through. 

“I guess so? We will find all of this out tomorrow, we just need to get back to the motel and call the precinct.” 

He says the words but doesn’t move. Neither do you. You both stay right where you are, your eyes locked on each other. The air around you shifts, the exhaustion mixes with something you only have faint memories of.

“You are incredible, do you know that?” Seokmin whispers finally, “the way your brain works - it’s incredible. Admirable.” 

His body heat engulfs you, makes you feel hot and cold at the same time. You swallow down your doubts and instead let your heart do the talking.

“You’re just as incredible, Seokmin. All the work you’ve done in this case already… if it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t be here right now.”

Seokmin feels himself holding his breath as his one hand moves from your wrist to your fingers, interlocking them with his own while the other moves up, cupping your cheek, thumb caressing the side of your chin. He feels your skin, the softness he remembers better than he wants to admit. 

Neither of you is sure who does it. Who dares to close the distance. But you’re kissing, his lips warm and familiar on yours. Your arms move by themselves, wrapping around Seokmin’s neck as he deepens the kiss, his tongue licking over your bottom lip slowly, asking for entrance that you give him without any hesitation. He kisses better than he did back in high school and his hands are more experienced, moving down and up to grab your hips and hoist you on top of the desk, standing in between your legs now. You grab his face, your tongue licking against his, feeling the stress and discomfort of the day leave you with every touch of his skin. The kiss grows more and more desperate, both of you panting against each other and only after a good five minutes do you part, his hands in your hair and yours on his nape.

“We should get out of here,” he mumbles against your lips then and you nod, letting him help you down the desk.

This time the drive isn’t awkward. It’s filled with something else, something you haven’t felt in so long. Not just regarding Seokmin - but in general. Your work is your everything and you and your team travel around the country more than you don’t. Wanting someone, feeling wanted by someone, this hasn’t happened to you in a while. Your gaze keeps wandering to the driving Seokmin, to the man that had once hurt you so much and now was the only thing you could concentrate on. 

“If you don’t stop looking at me like that I will park this car on the side of the road and not give a fuck about anyone seeing what I want to do to you, Y/N.”

His deep voice made your insides turn deliciously, the heat between your legs rising as you licked over your dry lips, eyes shaking as you nodded, averting your gaze from Seokmin’s intoxicating frame. As much as the idea excited you it also seemed like a stupid idea considering the motel really wasn’t that far away. 

It doesn’t take half as long as it usually would with Seokmin speeding down the road, finally parking the car in the parking lot, getting out of the car and opening the door for you, his hand around yours in no time as he leads you to the door, both of you drenched again when you step inside. But even with all the tension between you two, Seokmin walks over to the telephone on the wall, passing a young man who just seemed to have left his room to go outside. You present him with a nod when he smiles at you, quick to look at Seokmin again who is now dialing the number of the precinct. 

When he explains what you found, he speaks quietly and rushed, you by his side the whole time, holding his fingers between yours. The tension doesn’t subside, it only gets shoved to the side as Seokmin talks to his superior, who was still at the station at this time, waiting for your call. Your head feels dizzy, the situation bizarre but also somewhat addictive. The second Seokmin hangs up, knowing his colleagues will leave for Schnecksville as soon as the storm gets better, he wraps an arm around your waist and leads you to your room with hurried steps. 

The door falls shut behind the two of you and your body is pressed against it, Seokmin’s one hand skillfully wrapped around both of your wrists, pinning them over your head as he dips down to kiss you, his thigh pressing between yours. A moan escapes you, your hands wiggling under Seokmin’s grasp. He kisses you with the same desperation as before, his free hand underneath your shirt, fingers pressing into your skin. 

Nothing is inside your head except the need for him. You don’t want to feel anything but his touch, his kisses, the way his tongue feels against yours - hot and wet and perfect. He moves his arm around you again, picks you up as if you weigh nothing, carrying you over to the bed where he drops you, your eyes wide as you stare up at him. There is no light in the room beside the one coming from outside, making him look angelic. His carefully styled hair is falling into his face now, his lips red from your kisses. His pupils are blown out and the look in his eyes runs shivers down your spine. You watch as he gets rid of his jacket and belt, following his movement as you sit up a little bit, skillfully opening the belt with your gun and leaving it on the floor next to the bed, feeling the mattress move the next second as Seokmin lowers himself onto the bed. Your hands find his nape once more just as he presses his lips against yours again, hands roaming from your hips to your stomach and under your shirt, gripping your breasts one by one and moaning into your mouth when his thumb feels the stiff nipple underneath your bra. 

His tongue licks against yours again, your back arching against him as he moves to kiss down your neck, biting and licking and kissing all the same. When he hears your sounds, he feels himself growing harder, his composure almost breaking as he takes off your shirt with your help, shoving the cups of your bra to the side to dip down and suck your nipple into his mouth, your legs wrapping around his waist as you push him closer to you, teeth sinking into you bottom lip. It feels like electricity between you, the way he touches you sends shocks through your body in the best way possible. 

“God, I can’t believe I have you under me again, fuck,” Seokmin breathes against your neck now, his breath tickling you. “Been thinking about you so much, you know? About how much more I know now… how I can make you cum, baby, eat your sweet pussy and have you scream my name.”

His words send another wave of shivers down your body and you nod, wishing for nothing more than for your and his clothing to land on the floor. 

“Seokmin… just want you to fuck me, please, need you so so bad.” 

He groans, cock twitching and he finally moves to open his pants. It’s all hurried and a little bit frantic, the way you pull on his shirt next and the way your bra basically gets ripped off your frame by him. It drives you crazy, how he kisses you, pushing you further up the bed, your head hitting the pillow as he devours your lips and tongue, his hand squeezing your tits over and over, his stiff cock right there between your legs, still caged in by his briefs. 

“How bad do you want it, hm?” He breathes out, his fingers now moving downwards, ending up over your clothed pussy, making you squirm.

“Fuck, so bad, Seokmin. Please.” 

He sucks on the skin underneath your ear and lets his fingers shove your panty to the side, sliding through your wet folds and moaning against you. You’re so wet, wet and ready for him. 

“I wonder if you still taste the same, baby,” he mumbles, continuing to let his fingers glide through your lips, letting one of them sink into you. Your pussy practically sucks him in, eager to feel him inside. Seokmin kisses you again and your nails are dragging along his back as your hips move against Seokmin’s digit inside of you. 

“M-more, want more of you,” you cry out when you come up for air and Seokmin nods, letting a second finger slide in too, fully finger fucking you now as he smothers your neck with more kisses, preceding to suck marks onto the sensitive skin of your breasts, your whimpers becoming more and more frenzied. You need his cock and you need it now. So, you let your hand wander down, grabbing around the wrist of his hand that is currently fucking you.

“Want your cock, Seok… fuck me with your cock.” His eyes meet yours, gaze almost crazy as he curses under his breath, nodding before pulling his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth to suck them clean - making you whimper in the process. He licks his lips after.

“Still so tasty, baby… all for me.” 

He kisses you one more time, deep and emotional and dizzying, before finally ridding himself of his briefs and you of your panties, hand pumping his length a few times. You watch and swallow, remembering how he had felt back then. He had been your first. And now he was going to claim back what he had made his so many years ago. 

When he sinks into you, both of you cry out in pleasure, his arms on the mattress next to your head and his lips kissing your cheek, chin and lips. You are still hugging him close, fingers pressing into his nape and back. His first thrust is deep and slow and your eyes roll back, a long moan escaping your kiss-bruised lips. He can’t keep going slow, he knows that. As hard as he tries - he knows he won’t be able to control himself. Which leads to his thrusts becoming faster, to his moans becoming louder and your pussy clenching around him more often. It’s hot and wet and quick, it’s making you feel like you’re in a dream, his teeth sinking into your flesh, your cries spurring him on. Your legs are around his hips, his cock hitting you right where you need it to with every thrust and when you feel his hand sneaking in between you, thumb pressing down on your clit, rubbing it in perfect circles, you know you won’t last long. 

“You feel so good, baby, take my cock so fucking well.” He moves, on his knees in front of you now, your legs over his shoulders the next second. The new angle makes you see stars, especially with his thumb still on your clit.

“F-fuck, Seok! I’m so close.” Your cry makes him smirk, his movements becoming less and less controlled, as he is chasing both of your releases. You give up on keeping your eyes open, enjoying the way he feels, the way he hits you right where it feels so incredibly good. Your body is on fire, everything feels more intense and if you had the capacity in your brain you’d probably worry about exploding. 

And you do - you explode only a few seconds later, your orgasm hitting you hard, leaving you to cry out his name, nails back in his skin, leaving clear marks that he will be proud of later. 

“That’s right, baby, look at you, so pretty coming on my cock, fuck,” Seokmin feels you pulsate around him, feels how your pussy clenches over and over, milking him for all he has and there isn’t anything he can do but reach his own high, cum shooting out his cock and into your spent core. He collapses on top of you, your legs falling off his shoulders, spasming at the intensity of your climax. His breath is right there in your ear and you finally open your eyes again, fingers moving to stroke through his hair. You stay like this for a while, just catching your breath, feeling him so close after so long. Only when he slips out of you, laying down next to you, his lips pressing a kiss to your cheek, do you regain some senses. Smiling at him, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. 

When you come back out, Seokmin is asleep. Chuckling, you pick up his shirt from the floor and slip it over your head before laying back down, cuddling into his side and letting yourself drift off into a dreamless sleep. 

For Seokmin it’s not a dreamless sleep, though. It hasn’t even been two hours he’s been asleep when he wakes up, cold sweat covering his body. He looks down and sees you peacefully sleeping right beside him, one of your hands on his bare stomach, the other under your own cheek. In any other case he would have loved to look at you for as long as he could, but this isn’t like any other case. 

The man, he thinks, the man we saw yesterday. Seokmin gets up, careful not to wake you up, grabbing his underwear from the floor, just like his pants. You’re in his shirt so he has no other choice but to leave the room with his chest still bare. His feet carry him out the room and to the small entrance space, right to the phone where he dials Bream’s number again. The second someone picks up, Seokmin begins talking.

“It’s the son, Sir, the Travises son - he’s the unsub.”

The area in front of the farm hasn’t been this busy in years. There are cop cars everywhere, a S.W.A.T team is about to arrive. Seokmin has his hands pushed into his pockets as he talks to his superior officer. You are standing further away next to Matthew and Yuqi, listening to Hyunwoo’s orders. 

Seokmin had recognised the son, Henry, from the pictures at the house. You feel stupid for not realizing it sooner. 

“Don’t linger on those feelings, Y/N,” Hyunwoo says, “it had been a long day.”

Yes, a long day that ended with you being too horny to do your job properly. You don’t tell him that of course. Instead, you press your lips together and just nod. 

Henry is inside the barn now, the barn you and Seokmin found the secret door in last night. His parents and the missing girl, Kelly, are with him. It’s a classic hostage situation and yet even your team is at a loss of words. It all doesn’t make sense right now. Why is Henry doing this? You let your gaze flicker over to the barn, wondering what he is doing to them right now. 

The head of the S.W.A.T team is walking over to Hyunwoo now. They apparently arrived just now

“We are ready for your orders, Sir,” he says, shaking Hyunwoo’s hand. Your boss nods.

“Alright, thank you. I’ll let you know when you can go in.” The man leaves again after that and you look at Hyunwoo, unsure.

“We need him alive, don’t we?”

“In theory, yes. But it’s not always easy, you know that. Whatever is going on inside of him, we will only find out if we get him out, but we need to look at the bigger picture. We need to figure out what his deal is.”

Just then, Jungwoo arrives at the scene, carrying a white box. 

“You won’t believe this,” he says, putting the box on top of the police car next to you. Seokmin is suddenly next to you, his arm brushing against yours and making you shiver. You ignore the effect once again. 

“Henry Crawl, 36, was adopted by the Travises when he was 9 years old. It says here that his mother committed suicide and the Travises took him in - Mrs. Travis being is paternal aunt. She felt responsible for him, considering the father left right after his birth and his mother died.”

“So, they aren’t his biological parents. They didn’t mention that.” Seokmin frowns. 

“Which means that there is a chance his mother was part of this cult. Is there an autopsy report for his mum?” You take step closer to the box and Jungwoo nods, handing you the document. Scanning it, your eyes widen as suddenly the reason for all of this is starting to make sense. 

“There were signs of abuse - of years of abuse. Scars, bruises, internal damages.” You shake your head, “he isn’t killing women because he hates them. He kills them because he is avenging his mother.”

“She was part of the cult, probably around the same time as the parents of the girls. They probably knew about the abuse and he somehow figured it out.” Matthew chews on his bottom lip as he shoves his glasses up his nose. 

“We need to talk to him. Need him to let the girl go as well as his parents.” Hyunwoo looks over at the truck where all the special units are gathered. He excuses himself and goes over to them. The atmosphere shifts, there are nervous droplets of sweat running down your face. The storm might have stopped, but it’s still slightly drizzling down on you. Seokmin’s hand finds the small of your back. You flinch, your head turning to look at him wide eyed.

“It’s gonna be okay, we’re going to get them out of there,” his voice is soothing you, as much as you hate to admit it. You swallow down whatever you’re thinking and shake his hand off, before walking over to Hyunwoo and the special forces, leaving Seokmin behind.

“I want to talk to him.” Your voice breaks through the conversation Hyunwoo is having with the captain. Both of them look at you, eyebrows raised.

“Y/N-,” Hyunwoo starts, but you interrupt him.

“You know it has to be me. I am roughly the same age as his mother was back then. I am a woman. I know what is going on inside his head. Please, Sir, let me do this.”

If there had been more time, maybe they would have argued with you. But there isn’t any time. And so, they nod. As much as it makes you nervous, you also know that you’re right. You’re confident that you can do this, that you have the ability to save this girl and Henry’s parents. Taking a deep breath, you look over at Seokmin, who’s eyes speak more than a thousand words. He knows why you walked over there and he knows that you are the only one for the job. The smile on his lips reassures you more than you want to admit. 

Not even five minutes later you have a walkie-talkie in your hand. The other one landed in the barn roughly a minute ago. Now, you’re waiting for Henry to respond after your first attempt at contact. The rain is still falling softly, the sun nowhere to be seen in the sky. It’s early, you’re not sure how early, but you estimate it to be sometime after 6 am. 

“I won’t let them go!” The voice coming from the device in your hand brings you back to the here and now, blood rushing in your ears.

“Henry, hello, it’s good to hear your voice,” you say softly, looking over at one of the windows of the barn, wondering if he is watching you.

“I don’t- I won’t let them go,” he repeats and you lick your dried out lips.

“Okay, Henry. I hear what you’re saying, alright? You don’t want to let them go. Could you tell me why?”

“They need to pay for their sins!” It’s not hard to make out that he’s enraged, crying, but still hurt and confused. 

“What are their sins, Henry? Can you tell me?” You look over your shoulder at the rest of your team, Hyunwoo nodding at you and you nod back.

“You- you really want to know?” The shift in his voice tells you that your question had been exactly what he wanted to hear. 

“Yes, Henry. I want to know, I want to understand.”

There is silence on the other line for just a few moments. You remain calm and don’t ask again. It’s important you give him space, important for the hostages as well as to earn his trust. 

“They- they knew about my mum. My adoptive parents. I heard them say it. They knew why the police came to visit. It was because of her, because of mum. She was tortured by them, by the whole cult! And everyone who knew about it and didn’t do anything needs to be punished.” His voice is shaking as he speaks and you wonder if the hostages are in the room with him or if he has them hidden underneath the barn in one of the rooms you found last night.

“You’re doing this for your mum, Henry? You’re avenging her life?”

“Yes!”

“I understand. You did well, Henry. You hurt them the way they hurt you. They should have never taken your mother from you, Henry, that was wrong of them,” the words leaving your mouth aren’t what you’re actually thinking, but they will do the trick. Henry will trust you, he will listen to what you have to say.

“I- I did this for her. I wanted her to know I never gave up on her. B-but-,” he stops and you hear a sob, sure now that he is indeed crying. 

“But? You can talk to me Henry, I am here for you.” You bite your lip, hoping you’re not pressing the matter too far.

“B-but…,” Henry starts again, “but he- he betrayed me. He told me- he told me they were the only one’s at fault. He told me he wanted to avenge her too…”

He? You once again turn to your team, all of their faces in frowns. 

“Who is “he”, Henry?” 

No answer. Henry isn’t responding. You feel a slight panic arise inside of you. 

“Henry, it’s okay. You don’t need to tell me, okay? Just- tell me about you, about your mum. You must miss her dearly, right?” 

“My mum deserved better than what she got. She shouldn’t have killed herself, she should have fought through it! But she couldn’t. She was so scared of what they had done to her, what he had done to her! I wanted them all to suffer, wanted them all to know what it feels like losing someone they love. And I did that, I did that to him too!” He gets louder with every word. 

“Henry, you’re frustrations are valid. But, please, it is enough. You’ve showed them, you’ve hurt them. Enough people have died, Henry. Let your parents and Kelly go and you will be free.”

Henry is silent for a short while again.

“If he doesn’t respond, we’ll go in,” the S.W.A.T team’s leader is now saying to Hynwoo and latter holds up his hand, as if to signal to give it more time.

“Henry? Can you do that for me?” You ask again. Everyone is growing more and more uneasy, the more time passes. Your hands are sweaty and you feel like the rain isn’t the reason for why your clothes are damp again. Just when Hyunwoo is about to take his hand down, to let the special unit do their job - the doors of the barn open and Kelly runs out, the Travises right behind her. They all seem completely out of it but there are clear signs of relief on their faces. Seokmin and Stolper run towards them, helping them when they see, that Mr. Travis is limping and both women are spurting wounds on their face. You close your eyes and take a deep breath before pressing the button to talk again.

“Henry? Henry, are you there?” 

“My parents always loved me. They raised me when mum died. But they knew, you know. They knew! Which means, they need to suffer, too.” 

Your heart skips a beat when you throw the walkie-talkie to the side and run towards the barn, your team right behind you. You don’t think you’ve ever run as fast as you do right now. The air is tight around you and its rough to breathe. 

Henry is right there at the back of the barn, holding a gun to his head. You scream and Hyunwoo shoots forward to tackle him down - but it’s too late. The shot is heard but your eyes are closed, your knees growing weak but you stay standing. Henry is dead even before he hits the floor and there is nothing you can do. 

The hostages are free, so it counts as a win. The Manhattan Slasher is finally caught. He lays there, dead on the ground. He is getting carried away now, by two coroners who present you with a nod as you wait for Matthew and Jungwoo to come back upstairs. You hadn’t felt like you could go downstairs and see whatever Henry had left for you to find. 

You're sitting outside now, seeing Seokmin approach you, with a file in his hands. You look up at him, blinking against the rain. When he stands in front of you, it’s almost like the sun showed its face after all. He isn’t smiling, though. He just radiates this energy that immediately gets your spirits up.

“The judge,” he says, handing you the file, “it’s all in here. He was the one controlling Henry. Told him all those parents were the reason his mum suffered. And while it’s not all a lie - the judge himself was the actual perpetrator.”

With a slightly shaking hand, you reach for the file and open it, reading through what is evidence of Seokmin’s words. Now, this was something neither you nor your team has predicted. You swallow down a set of tears.

“He used Henry. But for what?”

“My guess is as good as yours, but, if I may try myself at your job: They probably got fed up with his shit. Told him they would rat him out to the police if he didn’t turn himself in for abusing that woman. He began killing their children as a way to keep them quiet. My guess is, that he has been keeping them quiet ever since Henry’s mum committed suicide and they all only recently began to wonder if maybe this was wrong.” 

Seokmin’s words reach your brain and they make sense as much as they don’t. You’ve been working this job long enough to know that there will never be something as full closure. People act irrationally all the time, do things no one understands. There is nothing you can do about it but wait it out, wait for the injustice to die down within you. In the end there is no point to try and understand people like this. Not that these parents deserved to have their daughters get killed. 

You thank Seokmin with a small nod and he sits down next to you. Next there will be the arrest of the judge. Then the parents will be questioned, and will get a punishment of their own because they didn’t stop the murders when they had the chance. You know they couldn’t because they were scared, but the law is clear. 

You feel Seokmin’s hand capturing yours and you look over at him. The business around the farm isn’t done yet. Boxes get carried and there is more forensic personnel than you’ve seen in a while, probably taking apart the basement you and Seokmin had found. It should be relief you’re feeling but right now you’re just tired. 

So, when Seokmin pulls you against him, arm around your waist, you don’t even try to stop yourself from laying your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes. 

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[idyllic-ghost]

waiting it out; dk x reader

request: hi~~ can you write about reader struggling with mental health and dokyeom finding reader in the midst of a breakdown? with promt #6 from dokyeom but in a i-dont-want-to-freak-you-out way, prompt #44 and #26!! i've been struggling myself lately and watching dokyeom in their videos have really made me feel safe and at home somehow, i feel like he'd be the perfect person to be with at a time like that

prompts: 6. "can i hold your hand?" 26. "if you cry, i'll cry... and that's just going to make it worse" 44. "you need someone. let me be that person. let me be what you need."

a/n: it's not the longest, but i think it might be one of the favorite drabbles i've made so far. it's just a lot of softness...

cw: mentions of stress and anxiety, crying

genre: hurt/comfort, mutual crush

word count: 1.1k

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The moment Seokmin first saw you, he started falling for you. He had met you because you were a new staff member at HYBE. You were always happy and kind and always seemed to see the best in people. He adored your smile, the way you spoke, and how you would close your eyes when you were trying to focus on what someone was saying. He loved everything about you, which was why he had such a massive crush on you. It was something he wasn't planning on acting on since he hadn't a clue if you felt the same way about him. Even if he wasn't going to tell you his feelings, it wasn't wrong of him to try to get to know you. At this point, after hanging out so many times - in groups and one-on-one - he felt like he really knew you. However, his entire perspective on you changed after walking around the corner of the company building and seeing you crouched on the floor.

Seokmin wasn't about to leave you alone when you seemed so devastated, so of course, he approached you. His footsteps made you look up, you looked like a deer caught in headlights. You weren't crying, yet, but your eyes were filled with tears that were threatening to spill out.

"Hey, what's going on? Did something happen?", Seokmin asked as he crouched down next to you.

Those tears that were threatening to spill out came flying out like waterfalls as soon as he spoke. Seokmin panicked, trying to look around for someplace with napkins but of course, there wasn't one.

"Hey, don't cry... if you cry, I'll cry... and that's just going to make it worse.", he let out a panicked and short laugh.

"I'm sorry, it's just-", you mumbled between sobs.

"No, no, no- don't apologize.", he was exasperated, "You didn't do anything wrong, I'm sorry for saying that."

Your sobbing didn't stop. You didn't know what was wrong with you. Usually, you were pretty good at keeping your emotions at bay, but now, with Seokmin in front of you, they came pouring out. The reason you were crouched down in a corner was to avoid people in the first place. However, you didn't mind that he was with you right now. Of course, it was embarrassing to cry hysterically in front of your crush, but he made you feel safe.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?", he asked carefully, and you shook your head in response.

So, he sat down. No words were spoken, he only gently rubbed your back while your sobs slowly turned into whimpers. It felt nice to have him there, like wrapping yourself in a warm blanket after walking around in the snow.

"I'm sorry, you're probably busy...", you mumbled after a while.

"I'm not, I swear.", Seokmin spoke quietly, fearing that if he spoke any louder you might just break, "I'm here for you and I'm not leaving unless you want me to."

His words reassured you that things would be okay, that your feet were still on the ground, and that the world wasn't ending any time soon. He didn't belittle your emotions, you still felt like you were allowed to be upset, he simply showed you that you were safe.

"Do you want a hug? Or... maybe not... can I do something for you? Uh... can I hold your hand?", he stumbled out.

A laugh escaped your lips between all the sniffling, his clumsiness was adorably hilarious to you. You looked up at him, and Seokmin didn't know if it was very appropriate to still find you pretty like this, all teary-eyed with blotchy redness over your face. A sudden movement took hold of his attention, you were reaching out your hand for his. Quickly, he grabbed it and let your intertwined hands rest in his lap.

"Do you want to talk about what's made you upset?", he asked softly, almost inaudible.

"I'm just going through a rough patch... stress, pressure, anxiety... just the usual, you don't want to hear about it.", you brushed him off.

"I do.", he spoke stronger this time, "I can tell that you need someone. Let me be that person. Let me be what you need. Just vent all of your emotions to me, I don't mind."

And vent you did. The two of you sat there for about twenty minutes, you talking about things that had been bothering you, and him just listening to you. Of course, had it been any other person Seokmin knew, he would've done the same, and you knew that. However, him listening to you made you feel special, and it was nice to have someone who cared. Seokmin didn't let go of your hand either. He was rhythmically rubbing his thumb over the back of your palm while he nodded to whatever you were saying... until you had nothing left to say.

"... you know, I can't promise that everything will just magically get better.", he muttered, "We can't solve all of our problems, and that's fine. Life goes up and down, like some sort of sick and twisted roller coaster..."

"That's not what I would expect to hear from you.", you admitted.

"Well, it's the truth, isn't it?", he gave you a small smile, "Moments of happiness or sadness, they come and go as they please. They come fast, and they come slow. They're completely unpredictable, but that's just what life is."

"I guess so.", you nodded, "So then I just fight through it? Is that what you're saying?"

"Not necessarily.", he pondered for a bit, "... sometimes it's nice to lean on someone while waiting for a moment to pass. Wait it out, in the company of someone you like."

The words just came pouring out of him, and he didn't give it much thought. But when he looked at you and saw your big, bright, eyes, he realized that it might've just been what you needed to hear.

"Can I wait with you then?", you asked.

"Lean on me for as long as you want to." he nodded and shuffled a bit closer to you.

Your head fell to his shoulder. It felt so natural to let it stay there, so you did. Seokmin didn't say much after that, from time to time he would make small talk. You would hum, or make a small comment, but not much more. The two of you were left in comfortable silence there in the corner of the company corridor. You were definitely lucky that no one walked past because you really didn't want to move. Of course, the thought of confessing your feelings to him came up, but you decided not to. As did Seokmin. You bottled the feelings you had for each other and put them on the shelf for another time. To be in each other's presence right now was all that mattered.

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[00angelyoon]

i’m really spoiling you guys

(these are all of my drafts and ideas for fics)

don’t worry i’m still writing the cheol fic

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[bro-atz]

teenage

the thirteen boys are passing through their teenage years and are growing into men.

there is a point in time where a teenage boy realizes that they are no longer the child that they once were and that it's time for them to grow up and mature. in their teenage years, however, the boy is unaware that he is growing up and becoming the best man he could possibly be. the hardships he has to go through to fully develop are the unavoidable experiences that come with growing up, but some fo these experiences are bittersweet.

the experiences of growing up can be happy, sad, dangerous, freeing, and simply human. the experiences of growing up can be displayed in the lives of thirteen individual boys growing up in their own worlds and trying to make their own marks in their own lives.

the teenage years of these thirteen boys are only beginning.

pair: (mostly) seventeen member!original female character

content: fluff, some angst, absolutely safe for work (but keep some tissues by your side in case you have to dry some tears), teenage years, teenage angst, a little comedy, throwing it back to 2017/2018 when i was a teenager

author's note: i wrote this a long time ago when the album first dropped, and now i'm just bringing them over from watty to here! nonetheless, enjoy <3

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♤ seungcheol ♤ jeonghan ♤ joshua ♤ junhui ♤ soonyoung ♤ wonwoo ♤ jihoon ♤ seokmin ♤ mingyu ♤ minghao ♤ seungkwan ♤ vernon ♤ chan

members will be posted in random orders (but songs will be dropped in album order)

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[lockburn-castle]

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𝔰𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔭𝔰 / 𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔦 𝔰𝔢𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔬𝔩

scoups fic recs ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ

𝔰𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔭𝔰 / 𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔦 𝔰𝔢𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔬𝔩 𝔭𝔱 2

𝔧𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔥𝔞𝔫 / 𝔶𝔬𝔬𝔫 𝔧𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔥𝔞𝔫

𝔧𝔬𝔰𝔥𝔲𝔞 / 𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔧𝔬𝔰𝔥𝔲𝔞 (𝔧𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔬)

𝔧𝔲𝔫 / 𝔴𝔢𝔫 𝔧𝔲𝔫𝔥𝔲𝔦

𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔥𝔦 / 𝔨𝔴𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔤

𝔴𝔬𝔫𝔴𝔬𝔬 / 𝔧𝔢𝔬𝔫 𝔴𝔬𝔫𝔴𝔬𝔬

𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔷𝔦 / 𝔩𝔢𝔢 𝔧𝔦𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔫

𝔱𝔥𝔢8 / 𝔵𝔲 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔥𝔞𝔬

𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔶𝔲 / 𝔨𝔦𝔪 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔶

𝔡𝔨 / 𝔩𝔢𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔬𝔨𝔪𝔦𝔫

𝔰𝔢𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔨𝔴𝔞𝔫 / 𝔟𝔬𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔨𝔴𝔞𝔫

𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔬𝔫 / 𝔠𝔥𝔴𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔩

𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔬 / 𝔩𝔢𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫

𝔬𝔱13

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