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cheolism · 10 months

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an ode to d(k)arms

➳ summary: you and seokmin tangle together and you can't help but worship his biceps.

➳ wc is approx 1.7k

➳ warnings/tags: boy worship (dk receiving), riding, mating press. big dick seokmin!!!! buff seokmin!!! subbish seokmin, whiny seokmin. saying "i love you" during sex, holding hands during sex. oral (reader receiving). mentions of pussy lover seokmin. also. a lot of adoration towards his nose.

it was ridiculous, really.

when you had laid eyes on seokmin for the first time, you were stunned by his looks. his jaw was strong and defining, his lips plush and looked so sweet that they practically begged you for a taste. his moles dotted his face beautifully, and you wanted to spend hours mapping them out, calculating the space between each one. and his nose --

his strong nose, prominent and sharp. and his beautiful smile, and how effortlessly he had charmed you with his sweetness and positivity.

none of that was here.

seokmin's brilliant laugh was replaced by his high moans, his soft lips parted wordlessly. his sparkling eyes were dark and focused, snapping between the steady grinding of your waist, your chest, and your face.

it was ridiculous how seokmin's cuteness seemingly disappeared in moments like this. his large hands on your waist, thumbs digging into your flesh.

your thighs stradled his, your entire weight on him. you can't help it, can't try and shift off of him -- not when his dick, fat and long and reaching so fucking far in front of you that you can't help but think it's all the way up into your throat. it's hitting your core and you can't help but grind down on it relentlessly, letting its fat tip press up into you determinedly.

seokmin let out a shaky breath, brows pinched together. his nails dig into your skin when you flatten yourself against him, his dick reaching deeper and deeper.

"you're so good," he whines, tipping his head forward. his forehead presses against yours, and for a moment you're distracted from the sensation of his cock fucking up into you and the deliciousness of it, his pointed nose pressing into your cheek.

"your cunny's so good," he moans, voice high. he moves his face against yours, and then his soft lips are capturing yours. you gasp into his mouth and then you're placing a hand on his jaw, languidly licking into his mouth.

seokmin's hands travel. they smooth over your skin, heavy and pressing. you pull away from his mouth, the spit connecting and breaking. "seok," you pant, stilling your hips for a moment. even with your hips still you feel so incredibly full, as if a secret starving part of you lusted for seokmin and him only, completed by him and his fat dick.

"seok, can you -- can you do it?"

he nods, lips twisting up. he puts his hands on your hips, grip tight. you can't help but drag your gaze to his arms. seokmin, for all his cuteness and charm, was horribly buff.

you run your hands up his sunkissed skin, unable to tear away as your hands explore him. it was like the first time many suns and moons ago, when seokmin had sheepishly told you to ride him and take control because he knew he couldn't, and that his dick was big and fat and he didn't want to hurt you.

you had worshipped each other's bodies. in particular you were in awe of his arms, pressing your thumbs into his forearms and feeling the flesh give. there's a mole and you can't help but circle your forefinger around it.

but then you continue your exploration. his breath quickens beneath your hands, and then you get to his biceps and his breath halts.

for all seokmin loved to worship you, he loved being on the receiving end.

"seok, can you --"

he hums, and then he's letting out a heavy breath. seokmin wraps his arms around you, just enough so he could lace his long and beautiful fingers together. he squeezed, arms around you tightening.

but that wasn't the point. the point was --

you can't help but grin, delighted. the veins in his arms fucking bulged, prominent and proud and beautiful.

your cunt quickly tightens around his dick, and seokmin groans. you press your fingers to his veins, grope at his muscle and it's completely ridiculous how fucking turned on you get.

seokmin groaned, this one low and deep in his chest. he uses his arms, tight around you, and his thighs, thick and delightful and beneath you. he lifts you and then drops you, his hips snapping up into you and his thighs slapping against your ass.

a loud cry leaves you, your nails digging into his biceps. you hold onto his arms, the muscle firm and flexing, as he fucks you. his arms are strong and his thrusts even moreso.

it's all so much.

seokmin, as gentle as he can be, is strong. and he's relentless. he snaps you down onto his dick, rapid and sharp and his fat cockhead striking your core over and over and over.

his thighs are loud striking yours, and there's a slight sting. not that it matters. not when it feels so good, when your cunt is dripping and soaking his middle and when his dick makes you feel so good and full and fucking whole.

seokmin pitches forward. his hands released and then they were on you. seokmin, without ever letting his cock fall out of your cunt, flips you.

then he's pressing you down against the bed. he hooks your legs over his elbows, knees pressing into the mattress. and then seokmin's absolutely demolishing you, fucking into you like a beast, balls slapping against your ass and dick reaching impossibly deep.

"fuck," he gasps, your hands moving back to his biceps and squeezing down on them. you're grabbing at him, hands never resting, smoothing over his muscle and pinching and so fucking pleased to play with him. "your cunny's so tight, it's -- baby, you're gonna drive me crazy, gonna make me crazy --"

"do it," you gasp, mouth falling open as he grinds into you, cockhead perfectly striking your gummy core. "cum in me, seokie, please. fuck your cum in me, fuck it in, fuckin' mark me, claim me, make me yours, please."

seokmin moans deeply. he drills into you, fucking you so deeply you swear you can feel it all the way in your tummy. his fucking shifts you up and up the bed, and your cunt feels so raw and swollen and you want more and more and more.

he lets out a whine, and then his hands are shifting against you, fluttering, grabbing. "wanna -- wanna hold your hands, lemme hold your hands, please."

you give one last greedy grab at his biceps, nails digging into his skin, and then you're releasing him. seokmin snatches your hands, and then he's pressing them into the bed just as he is the rest of your body, keeping them still.

"love you," he gasps, fingers squeezing yours. he presses a thumb against your wrist as he pauses, shifting against you, his wide hips pushing your thighs further against your chest. and then he's plowing into you like a man desperate; all the while he's chanting a mix. "love you, love you, wanna be yours, wanna keep you, wanna keep you forever, love you, love you."

seokmin lets out a strangled shout, and then he's cumming. you'd been surprised the first time he came from how much he had, from how he seems to ogasm for forever. this time is no exception; his spunk fills you and then some, and when he pulls out you can feel it trickle from your pussy.

seokmin presses his face to yours, and he presses a large, messy kiss to your mouth. he then begins traveling down your body, hands leaving yours. seokmin mouths at your skin in worship, mouth noisey and wet, hands smoothing over your skin.

"beautiful," he mumbles, sharp nose pressing into the curve of your breast. he spends a moment mouthing at your breast before he continues on his way, down and down.

he grabs at your thighs, large hands eagerly squeezing. seokmin flicks his eyes up to you, the sweet brown filled with love. "i love you," he says, "love you."

you feel your heart warm, your hand moving to his curls. you rub at them, twisting. "i love you too, seokmin."

seokmin flashes a grin, bright and blinding. and then he plunges into your cunt, nose pressing sharply against your clit and mouth devouring. he eats you out eagerly, as if your cunt leaked honey and not a combination of his spunk and your juices.

one thing about sex with seokmin, you had found, regardless of whether it was the frienzied sort that came from your wandering hands pulling at his muscles, rough and begging or the sweet love that left butterflies in your stomach and enchantment in your heart, seokmin was addicted to your cunt.

whether he had fucked you rough and left behind bruises on your ass -- just as he had a mere moment ago -- or he had languidly moved his hips into you, at some point seokmin was going to put his hands on your thighs and press them apart, making way for his shoulders so he could stick his face against your cunt.

and his eagerness for pleasuring you never wavered, not even now.

his tongue fucked into you as if it was his cock, delving into you quickly. his nose is nestled against your clit, and as he shifts his face in search of a better angle to eat your cunt you can feel his sharp nose nudging your clit.

"seok," you moaned, hands pulling at his curls. "seokmin, love you, you -- you make me feel so good. love you, seok, love you, love you --"

it's like a chant, but it's the only thing you can say. it's almost lewd, how such pure words pour from your lips while he eats your pussy juices and his spunk from your cunt. it's the sound you end up orgasming to, his mouth eagerly and wetly eating at you while you praise and love him.

when he pulls away, fluids smeared across his mouth, he's grinning. you can't help but smile back. but then your eyes shift. seokmin rubs at his face, thumb at his mouth. but that's not really what catches your attention.

his bicep bulges as he rubs at his face, thick and full of muscle and, horribly, ridiculously, your cunt clenches. you tried, for a few minutes, to ignore it. you ignored it as he climbed back up your body, pressing wet kisses to your skin. you ignored it as his nose pressed against your cheek, his soft murmurs of adoration filling your ears.

but then he stretches, arms reaching skyward and muscles clenching, and well -- if you straddle his knees and tuck your hair behind your ears, lips brushing at the head of his cock, who could blame you.

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sluttywoozi · 1 year

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Not A Baby | lsm x reader

Rating: M (18+ MDNI) | WC: ~1.2k

Warnings: i wrote this in an hour long fever dream, restraining (seok holds readers wrists down to the bed, forgot to tag before my bad!), edging (not shown), dumbification, dacryphilia, kinda mean dom seokmin, possessive seokmin, unprotected sex, creampie, 3 words of breeding/impreg, no aftercare sowwy

Reader Notes: older than seokmin (not specified), has a vagina

“Want me to make you cum, baby? Think you’ve earned it yet?” Seokmin asks you, a sly smile stretching his lips as he takes in the way you writhe, the way you keen, the way you cry beneath him.

He’s been edging you for an hour now, pushing you close to breaking seven times, the first three on his tongue and the next four on his fingers (not that he’s counting). He wants to let you cum, he does, but you teased him just a bit too much, pushed him just a bit too far. He’s never had a problem with you being older than him, but when you called him your ‘sweet baby Seokmin’, he decided enough was enough.

So, here you are. Here being a whimpering, sopping wet mess on his bed, your hands stretched out above your head and held tightly in one of his and your thighs spread wide open. He’s got your cunt spread open too, four fingers filling you up and his thumb circling your clit just to torture you, just to make you whine.

He wants to fuck you, desperately, but he’s not sure you get it yet and he won’t give you his cock until he’s certain you do. There’s still an hour or two before you need to go to bed so you can get a good night’s sleep for work, and he’s willing to spend those hours making sure it’s not something you’ll forget.

“What am I, honey?” Seokmin asks, his expectant tone indicating you should know the answer, and he can see you trying to find two brain cells to rub together amidst the haze of incomplete ecstasy, almost feels bad for you, almost feels bad that it just makes him want to fuck you even more. Makes him want to make you cum until you don’t even have two brain cells, until you can’t speak, can't breathe, can't move, until you know nothing but his name. You seem to figure it out just as he starts curling his fingers in you again, ready to bring you up to the edge and then yank you back, replying, “Not a baby, you’re not a baby, Seokmin.”

“That’s right, honey, good job,” he responds, knowing full well the condescension is evident in his words and also knowing you’re too far gone to hear it, before rewarding you with his thumb pressed hard against your swollen, throbbing clit. “And what are you?”

You try to answer him but the pressure leaves you breathless, your lips parting only to suck in a gasp as he rubs one, two, three times.

“What are you, honey?” He insists, letting up on your clit long enough for you to gather what wits remain and answer him.

“I’m a baby, Seokmin, I’m your baby,” you weep, actual tears streaming down your face, and he coos, releasing your hands to swipe them away and suck his damp, salty fingers into his mouth before gathering up your wrists again. “Please let me cum, fuck me, use me, do whatever you want, just please please please, let me cum.”

You’ve never sounded like this before, so mindless, so needy, so perfect, and Seokmin can feel his cock get harder, feel it twitching in his boxers and leaking precum into the fabric.

He’s pretty sure you get it now, and you asked so nicely…

“Alright, baby, I’ll fuck you. I’ll give you what you need. Because only I can do that, right?” He asks as he shoves his boxers down and climbs fully on top of you, hauling your legs onto his shoulders one at a time, waiting for your nod and near-delirious “Yes!” to pull his fingers out and slide home.

You’re so fucking wet, wetter than you’ve ever been, your pussy locking down on his cock as soon as he bottoms out like you never want him to leave, like you want him to make a home inside of you and stay there.

He would, fuck, he would. He would do anything for you, be anything for you (except a baby), and he needs to know that you know that.

“Not goin’ anywhere, baby. Keep squeezing me, though, you know I fucking lo-love it,” he gasps, his own voice sounding suspiciously whine-like. Thankfully, you’re too fucked out to notice.

He pulls his hips back until just the tip remains inside you, despite the resistance of your walls and the anguished sob you let out, and slams back into you, leaning down so close you’re practically folded in half, so close he’s nose to nose with you. He stares into your dazed, teary eyes, watching as he fucks the brain out of you, fucks all the big words and sarcastic remarks and ability to do math right out of your pretty little head. It’s beautiful to see, you’re beautiful, and he loves you, he loves you so fucking much he almost doesn’t know what to do with it sometimes, doesn’t know how to go about his daily life when his heart feels fit to burst, when he’d crack his rib cage open and hand it over to you if you asked, all you’d have to do is ask and he’d-

“Fuck, Seok-Seokmin, I need, please, I need-,” you beg rapturously, your sensitive walls fluttering around his cock as you climb the hill one last time.

“I know what you need, baby, always know what you need, and I’ll always give it to you. You know that, right?” He presses his open mouth to yours, breathing his words onto your tongue and working a hand between your bodies to glide his fingers over your clit. You nod mindlessly as he fucks your cunt full and your head empty.

You clench around him, your walls massaging his dick and your whimpers echoing in his ears. He’s just as close as you, knows your release will bring his, knows all he needs to do is tell you-

“Cum, honey, cum on my cock. Show me you’re my baby,” he commands, his voice rough and coming from deep in his throat.

You listen, as always, clamping down on his cock like a vise and wailing through your orgasm. It’s heaven, you’re heaven, or as close as Seokmin will get before he actually dies, the wild pulse of your cunt around him sending him careening over the edge. His cum shoots into you, starts to gather in a ring around the base of his dick when it has nowhere to go but out, but he keeps bucking his hips, fucks his cum deeper and deeper inside until it stays. Until it sticks, an insidious voice whispers in the back of his mind.

He shakes his head, knowing that’s not even close to a possibility yet, and wills his cock to stop twitching at the thought. You’re more than enough anyway, the life he shares with you more than he ever thought to hope for, more than he ever thought he deserved. His eyes trace over your face, imprinting the image of you - blissed out, tears wetting your lashes, your perfect lips parted - onto his mind.

His sweet, little baby.

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lovelywoos · 9 months

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my life, my seasons (teaser) | l.sm

genre: strangers to lovers, small town au, grumpy x sunshine; fluff, angst, comedy

↳ hometown cha cha cha x once upon a small town x summer strike inspired

pairings: gn!reader x lee seokmin, librarian!reader x handyman!seokmin

description: you're stuck in jeju for the summer having to run your grandma's library when you should be on vacation. things could not get worse. good thing lee seokmin, the man who you run into almost everyday, is there to make your summer a bit better.

word count estimation: 13k??

a/n - yes, dokyeom is inspired by hong dusik and yes, i love small town kdramas. anyways, please be patient as i hurriedly work on finishing and posting the final fic :') . comment or ask to be added to the tag list!

seokmin thinks he likes you.

he saw you practically every day. from then on, he wondered if he would ever have a bad day again as long as he saw you.

first, it was when he realized you would remember everything he said, all the small things, which was crazy because you couldn’t even remember what you had for dinner the day before.

it was a late night at the library. he had just finished tutoring his last student and you were closing the library.

seokmin had asked if you were hungry and you said no, only for you to be interrupted by the grumbling of your stomach saying otherwise. then that led to seokmin teasing you and you punching his shoulder, telling him to shut up.

so, he had ordered takeout to be delivered to the library for the both of you.

he had laid out all the side dishes for you as you unboxed the main dishes.

when you both finally sat down to eat, he has grabbed your chopsticks and split them for you, making you shy and then kick his foot gently under the table for mentioning your reaction.

what made him blush though was when he noticed you moved the dish of sliced cucumbers closer to you.

when he gave you a questioning look, you just shrugged, without even looking at him as you dug into the food, “you said you hate cucumbers.”

but it was definitely the time you were there for him when he felt the loneliest.

it was when mrs. park, the chinese restaurant owner, was a vendor at the summer festival in the next town over. she had called him when he happened to be with you.

the moment he ended the call and a cloudy look filled his eyes, you immediately picked up on it and asked what was wrong.

his words were brief. all he said was that mrs. park needed his help during a festival, but he declined, and mrs. park was not pleased.

you knew him well. you knew he hated disappointed the townspeople since it was his only job to fix their problems. but you also knew his trauma with crowded places, not that he knew you knew at the time.

so imagine his surprise when mrs. park texted him a blurry selfie the day of the festival and in that selfie was a beaming mrs. park and you in the background wearing an apron and hairnet with a dead look on your face.

“thank you for sending y/n in your place instead! she’s grumpy but a great worker!” she had texted.

seokmin had never asked you to go in his place.

a couple hours when he assumed you’d be home, he immediately called you.

“why’d you go in my place, y/n? i know you probably hated it the whole time,” he whined into the phone.

you laughed. and it comforted his soul. “why didn’t you tell me your fear of crowded places was real?”

his silence makes you sigh. “that day at the chinese restaurant with my friends, i accidentally overheard you and mrs. park talking about it. i didn’t mean to eavesdrop, i’m really sorry. and don’t feel bad for not doing something that you can’t do. it’s not your fault. if anything, let me do it.”

seokmin knows he likes you and he likes you so much that he doesn't know what to do about it.

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heennnngggggarae · 5 months

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2.45 PM

“Say it. Say you love me. I don't care if it's a lie - say it.”

“Cheol, you’re h-hurting me,” you wince at the grip he has on your arm, tightening so much you’re almost sure it’ll explode.

“Then say it! Say you love me, please… just say it,” His voice wavers at the end while he looks at you with desperation in his eyes. You almost say it if you didn’t remember what happened prior to this mess.

“I can’t, even if it's a lie” the instant you said that it was as if his world was shattered. It almost physically pains you how he looks down, tears streaking his face. His grip on your arm loosen as he slowly descends to his knees to the floor, shoulder shaking as he starts to sob. You’re starting to feel guilty even though all of this was fake.

"W-why?" he asked but he didn't continue. As his shoulder shakes, he sobs harder.

“I knew this would happen," You mutter to yourself.

"Minnie…” you said, slowly approaching him, and gently shaking his shoulder.

Seokmin sobs on the floor below you, hands slowly wrapping around his legs as he changes his position. You sighed before sitting in front of him.

The sounds of his sobs fills the room as you lift his head to look at you. You chuckled a little before hugging him. His sob getting muffled due to you pressing his head to your chest.

“Okay, I got you, you’re okay,” You said as you stroke his back in a languid manner.

“Mmh mmf” his words came out muffled.

“Sorry, what?” you said as you back down a little.

“You're mean,” he said as he wiped the tears.

“I’m just acting out the script Min,”

Seokmin blushes before pouting again.

“It felt too real…” he said, voice trailing and getting softer in the end.

“I told you not to rehearse the line with me, you always get into the character too much and then I got into the character too and now we’re having a crying fest,”

He frowned wanting to disagree, ‘I can control my emotions perfectly and not get into the character too much’ he thought but it happened more often than not, and he doesn’t really want to give you the satisfaction that you are right.

“I can’t help it, you’re a great actor, and it’ll help me memorize the line and what I should do in time for the shoot,”

You smile at his reasoning before shaking your head.

“Let’s take a rest then, hm? I want to order some pizza”

“Yeah, let’s do that”

(“Why does your character have to be named Seungcheol though? I felt like I was talking to Cheolie,”

“The writer got a crush on him, I think. At least that’s what the rumor say,”

“Huh, that's kinda cute,”)

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hcuyk · 9 months

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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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woozten-x · 1 year

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#. 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 | 𝐃𝐊

[ ; M.List including other Darl+ings! ]

─ Synopsis: Your sick boyfriend came by unannounced and has a strong hatred against the grape medicine you brought him.

But, that’s okay because Lee Seokmin’s fever was long gone in the morning due to your sweetness.

─ Pairing: Boyfriend!DK / Lee Seokmin x Gender-Neutral Reader

─ Genre: So fluffy im gonna die, just wholesome moment with Min<3

─ Concepts: Established relationship!, just seokmin being your boyfriend<3, seokmin is sick and reader basically takes care of him, some minor reference to “Our Beloved Summer” scene where Ung got sick or sumn i dont really remember please don’t jump me, cuddling with seokmin, grape medicine is horrible along with cherry

─ Count of Words: 2.0k

─ Inspiration of the work: Love by Cosmic Boy (Ft. Fisher) + Hug Me by KUN

❒ a/n: been so busy and just tired </3 so sorry for such a late update. but i wanted to fully publish my svt m.list so!! HERE’S DK<3 this was based off of a scene from Our Beloved Summer because im a sucker for kdramas and i unfortunately relate to ung and ive had these in my drafts since december HELLO? my insomnia doing the unspeakable i dont really remember what ive been writing in my notes SOBBING- but i have plenty ideas for svt <3<3 hope yall enjoy! muah

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“Seokmin, what are you doing here?!”

“Please let me inside, it’s really cold.”

Your boyfriend stood in front of your apartment door, a red blush staining the tip of his nose and along his cheeks. He seems tired, shivering in his place despite the scarf tightly wrapped around his neck and his teeth continuing to chatter; though the cold is obviously cursing him, he tries to contain a smile. One smile you always adored and fell for since the first day you met him during highschool.

Well, the two of you are in college now.

Moving aside and taking him by the arm with concern written on your ‘beautiful’ face - as Seokmin loves to call it - you are bringing him inside in the warmth of your apartment. Seokmin grins at you, the congestion within his nose exposed by struggling breathe; the helpless attempts by sniffling, you realize there is something more to Seokmin’s visit.

After all, it was no ordinary occurrence for your boyfriend to appear in the middle of the night without texting.

Seokmin slips off his shoes but keeps the puffy jacket hugging his body along with the scarf, the smile remaining on his pink lips - “I thought I was going to freeze out there! But, now I am all warm and cozy here~” he hums in content, facing you with a smile that holds no worries whatsoever. You blink back at him, shaking your head.

“Is something wrong, Seokmin?” You ask, a hand reaching out and being placed on his forehead after sweeping away the bangs of his brown hair. He stiffens under your touch, raising a hand to move off your hand as an attempt to avoid the situation; however, the heat radiating off of him is enough to make you worry. “You have such a high fever, Seokmin!” You exclaim, the brunette smiling sheepishly.

Knowing you for so long, Seokmin made no claims to defend himself or try to argue with you; he wasn’t the best liar when it comes to you. Surely, he could convince his friends with his dramatic attitude, but he melts whenever he’s with you. Expectantly, you are nagging about his sickness while dragging him over to the couch. He grins at you though, unaffected by your words.

“How long have you been sick? Why did you go out of your way to visit me in this condition? What happened, you passed out when coming here, and you died out in the cold!”

The more he listened, he couldn't help but let a chuckle escape past his lips. Your worry and excessive imagination for any situation is something he loves about you; your willingness to think about him first is what had his heart captured in the first place. Surely, his own kindness prioritizing you will always be returned whenever he is with you - he confidently believes you will never let him down at such a task.

Scurrying off to your kitchen to prepare a warm cup of tea and some medicine you’ve kept in your fridge whenever you fall ill, Seokmin watches you return with the warm cup of tea in one hand and another with a small cup of disgusting purple liquid. He pouts, “You only have grape?” He takes the cup of medicine, his own nose scrunching up like a child.

You laugh a bit, “At least it’s not cherry.” You comfort him, the tangent of worry from before melted away by his lightheartedness of the situation. He laughs with you, his own shoulders sinking in defeat by your reasoning. “You are definitely right about that,” Seokmin admits when eyeing the monstrous liquid sitting inside the little medicine cup. Is it going to come alive the more he stared?

For some odd reason, you let him take his time. Your eyes softened by the sight of his lips pouting, his eyes slightly narrowing at the medication; he seems to be preparing himself for the inevitable.

“Are you sure that you don’t have any other flavor?”

“I am very sure, Min.”

A silence resumes, where he builds some confidence to drink it or possibly finding any other excuse to stall.

“How about a pill?”

“Min, this is the medicine I have.”

Seokmin sighs in reply before taking the tiny cup to his lips, tilting his head back and swallowing thickly at the thin liquid. You laugh at the dramaticness, especially the ability to resemble someone downing a shot with a cup of medicine. Slamming the plastic cup on the coffee table in front of him, an exclamation of disgust leaving in his loud voice of his while sticking out his tongue in distaste.

You smile at him, reaching a hand out to pat him on the shoulder to hopefully comfort your dramatic boyfriend and hand the warm cup of tea held in your hands. He takes it, taking a small sip before sighing - “Thank you, sweetheart.” He murmurs, relaxing against the cushions of the couch with a shudder running along his spine. You nod at his words, moving a bit closer to untie the scarf around his neck.

“If you wear layers with a high fever, it can get worse.” You softly tell him, your touch delicate and gentle. Seokmin stares back at you, admiring your fond expression; your eyes revealing a warmth he can’t help but be lured to. Leaning in, he steals a kiss from your lips and the brief taste of medication invades your senses.

He pulls away first, panic reflecting back at you despite the lovely smile on your lips; oh, he wishes to kiss you more. However, he shook off the desire to - “I am sick! I can’t get you sick.”

You laugh at his concern, his warm fingertips wiping at your lips in hopes of wiping away the contagious sickness he held. You roll your eyes, “Don’t worry, Min. I can always reserve kisses for you. Only you~” You say while taking his hand, placing chaste kisses on his fingers affectionately. Seokmin shakes his head, “If you get sick tomorrow, it’ll be my fault.”

“That means you’ll take care of me next, right?” You laugh, placing his hand on his lap while removing the puffy jacket he wore. He thinks for a moment and nods, “I will always take care of you.” He confesses with a boyish grin plastered on his face, his words light but it held a promise of loyalty. You grin back at him, “Then I look forward to it.”

Finally removing the layers, Seokmin shifts in his seat and sighs at the dark blue sweater hugging his body and he shudders due to his fever. You reach over to the blanket folded on the armrest of the couch, wrapping it around him to hopefully fight off the shivers. You hand him the remote and his hand peeks out from the fluffy blanket to only recoil back inside his cocooned warmth, you chuckle.

“I'll be right back, okay?”

“No, staay~” He pouts, opening his arms for you and the blanket falls from his shoulders. You wanted to finish up some chores, but his cute pout and whiny voice made you stay much longer; you sigh in defeat, only rolling your eyes with a smile painted on your beautiful face. You settle down next to him, Seokmin inviting you into the blanket and wrapping an arm around you to pull you close.

Cuddling up next to him, you rest your head on his chest with the remote facing the television and flickering on with a press of a button. “We should watch the drama we were watching,” Seokmin suggests with the familiar red logo of ‘Netflix’ popping up on screen and having the familiar jingle play. You nod and smile, “Sure. I wanna know what happens next.”

Within two episodes in and halfway through the third one, Seokmin is falling asleep with you in his arms; the warmth of your presence and the serenity of the shared atmosphere, and possibly the medication, he is drifting off to dreamland. You’ve noticed his lulling head, the way he fights off the sleep to no avail, his eyes closing shut then opening before closing again; you can’t help but giggle at your boyfriend’s cuteness.

“You can sleep, Min. You must be so tired,” You whisper and pause the episode with the remote. You bring a hand up to his face, your thumb caressing the skin of his face as you slowly move his face to face you properly; Seokmin looks back at you with a tired expression, pouting slightly. “I wanted to stay up…Sorry, my sweetheart.” He whispers and you shake your head with a warm smile. You lean in to place a chaste kiss near his lips, “Get some rest.”

Your words become a spell upon his ears, his eyes instantly closing and he is leaning against you to cradle you in his arms closer, if possible. Before falling into deep slumber, you caught him whispering three words; no matter how many times you hear them, those three words are enough to have your heart beat a little faster with an aching smile plastered on your face.

“I love you.”

Admiring his handsome features and the words of genuineness lingering in the air, you basked in it for some time before leaning in to kiss his lips softly. “I love you so much,” you whisper back before shifting to get comfortable; trying your best not to awake him. Once you do, you grow comfortable in his embrace to join him in dreamland also.

Words of love remaining in the air with a sweet aftertaste.

. . .

Morning light seeps into the living space of your apartment, the warm sun rays landing on the two of you. You shift on the couch, gradually recollecting the memories of the night before and you smile once seeing Seokmin fast asleep still, peace embedded on his face as he snoozes away. Beginning to move away to get up, Seokmin’s grasp tightens and he awakens to your movement.

“Good morning~” He said with his morning voice, sounding deeper than usual with heavy sleep lacing it. You smile, “Good morning, Min.” You greet him in a soft voice. He smiles at you, hugging you close to him and you instantly melt into his warmth; whatever reason you had for getting up is long gone, as you are completely captivated by the comforts of his embrace.

Raising a hand to delicately place on his forehead, you feel the temperature is normal. You sigh in relief, “It looks like you don’t have a fever.” You remark and he tilts his head at you, a grin playing at his lips. Leaning in, the tip of his nose nuzzling against yours - “Maybe I was just lovesick.”

“Oh, were you faking it all along?” You tease him, playing along with his joke.

Seokmin laughs, “You do know…I came here because I missed you.”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Or maybe you wanted to be taken care of. We see each other everyday.”

He pursed his lips in consideration to your words, his eyes falling away as he thoughtfully pondered a reply - “Maybe that too.”

Laughing and hugging him, his arms tightening around you in response with a hand placed on the back of your head. You rest your head against his chest and he mindlessly lets his fingers run through your hair, his touch easing you into a sense of serenity. Once you relax, he leans down to your ear, his breath tickling your ear - “I didn’t snore last night right?”

You chuckle and shake your head, “Nope. You were just fine.”

“Because you were here with me. My little medicine~”

You laugh and rolled your eyes, “Good thing, I am not flavored grape or cherry huh?”

Seokmin shook his head, smiling widely with his eyes crinkling in mere delight. Leaning in, he kisses you and against your lips, murmuring - “No. You are much sweeter.”

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smileydk · 3 months

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The Perfect Husband

Pairing: Husband!Dokyeom x OC

Summary: Lee Dokyeom was the kind of husband girls dreamt of when they were young. A Prince Charming who is perfect in every aspect. And he did everything in his power to live up to this.

cw/tw: fluff, kissing, swearing, cheesy nicknames, suggestive, teeth rotting fluff

Note: Just Husband!Dokyeom on the brain :), and since Dokyeom has said he prefers being called Dokyeom, I refuse to use Seokmin.

The clock was almost 12 at noon, but Jiwoo was still fast asleep. She had been up until like 4 in the morning, studying for her upcoming mid-term.

College was tough, but she was working hard for it.

Dokyeom was out running some erands. Both getting some groceries, since their fridge was pretty much empty, and some flowers, since it was Sunday.

That was one of the things Dokyeom had been doing for Jiwoo, ever since they started dating. Every Sunday, without miss, he would buy Jiwoo a fresh bouquet of roses.

He found a bouquet of red roses, which he deemed were perfect enough for his perfect wife.

He quickly paid for the roses and headed home.

On his way home, he couldn't help but smile. He knew Jiwoo would enjoy the roses, she always did, and he always loved the way her face lit up when she smiled.

His friend often teased him for his acts. They couldn't understand how Dokyeom could still be this love-smitten after a whole decade of marriage.

He didn't care. He loved Jiwoo. And he would never stop with his "stupid little acts".

He pulled up to the house and parked. He got the stuff from the trunk, the flowers from the passanger seat, and headed inside.

Judging by the silence Jiwoo was still fast alseep. He chuckled. He was so proud of her. She had been working so hard to get her bachelor's degree in music.

She'd spent so many nights, staying up to study for exams and tests. Dokyeom had done his best to help her study, but he soon found out he was absolutely useless at studying. And he usually just ended up distracting Jiwoo from studying, one way or another.

Dokyeom entered living room. He spotted the, very sad and withered, roses from last week's shopping trip. He picked up the vase and brought them into the kitchen.

He quickly threw the old roses aways and replaced them with the new, fresh ones he just bought.

''Where is my note-paper?'' Dokyeom asked no one in particular. He walked around the whole entré floor, looking for his damn note-paper.

Yes, he had special paper for writing notes for Jiwoo.

He walked into his home-office and dug out a new pack of small squared, pink paper, with a tiny heart in the bottom right corner. ''Ha! Fresh paper''

He jutted down a cheesy note; Wake up my love. Flowers, smiles and laughter are waiting for you, and walked upstairs to place it on the nightstand on Jiwoo's side.

Yes, the note was cheesy as hell, but he had been doing this since they started dating and he wasn't stopping now. And he knew Jiwoo liked them, which was the only thing that really mattered to him.

He went back downstairs to start making lunch, and to wait for Jiwoo to wake up.

As the smell of kimchi reached the bedroom, Jiwoo stirred. She opened one eye, wondering why the house smelled like kimchi.

Then she realized, Dokyeom must be home.

As she sat up she spotted the small note on the nightstand. She smiled at the note, and chuckled slightly at the cheesiness of it.

''Such a chees-head'' She mumbled, but she had a dorky smile on her lips. She took the note and reached into her nightstand. She dug out her binder and placed the note inside.

She had saved every single note Dokyeom had ever written her.

Jiwoo stood from the bed and took a deep breath, through her nose. A small frown grew on her face.

The hoodie she wore was Dokyeom's old favorite hoodie. And also her favorite hoodie. And it no longer smelled like him. Might have been because Jiwoo'd been wearing it for weeks.

But she didn't like that it didn't smell like him anymore.

She dove into Dokyeom's closet and dug out another hoodie, one that smelled like him. She changed hoodies and took a deep breath. Dokyeom's smell filled her nostrils.

Much better.

As she headed downstairs she brought the other hoodie with her. She entered the kitchen and spotted her husband by the stove. A small giggle left her lips as he wore the apron she'd bought him.

It was pink with cupcakes, and she'd made it personal. On the right side it said "Princess Dokyeom". She'd bought it as a joke. But he wore it proudly.

''Hello, love. Looking good in my hoodie'' Dokyeom turned around with a smile and spotted his wife, still groggy from her sleep. ''Sleep well?''

Jiwoo smiled and nodded. ''Yeah, thank you for letting me sleep in''

''Of course I let you sleep in. A, you're a grown woman who can make her own decisions, B, you were up until like 4 studying. I would never wake you up at an ungodly hour after such a study session''

Dokyeom wrapped his arms around her body and held her tightly. Jiwoo wrapped her arms around his waist and enjoyed just standing in his embrace.

''Can you put this on?'' Jiwoo pulled away from the hug and held up their shared favorite hoodie.

''Sure, but why?'' Dokyeom took the hoodie and put it on.

Jiwoo blushed slightly. ''It didn't smell like you anymore, so... you need to Dokyeom it up''

''Of course I'll Dokyeom it up for you, love. Now, I'm making some kimchi jjigae, want some?'' Jiwoo peeked into the pot and saw the boiling stew. She knew Dokyeom cooked like a God.

''Always''

As her husband put the pot on the table, she just had to ask about his little flower traiditon. ''You got new flowers. Again. Why do you do this every week?'' Jiwoo smelled them and smiled at the smell.

''Old habits die hard. At first I did it to impress you, now it's just grown on me. And I like the way you smile every time you see them''

A blush crept up on Jiwoo's cheeks as she felt herself smiling like an absolute idiot. ''I do not!'' Dokyeom raised an eyebrow and motioned to her face. ''Okay... maybe''

''Same for the notes, the asking before kisses and date night, all habits that make you smile like an idiot''

''You're so sweet'' Jiwoo felt like she'd slept with a hanger in her mouth. She couldn't stop smiling. ''Oh right, I know you have some important snob party this evening, so we can move date night-''

''Nope, we're going to the boring party and then we're going wherever you wish, my love'' Dokyeom interrupted.

''Are you sure?'' Jiwoo didn't mind if he needed to skip one night. His job was important, especially since he needed to support her while he studied.

Dokyeom nodded. ''I wouldn't skip date night for anything''

''Cute''

Dokyeom was at his snob party, Jiwoo sat by her desk, books and notes everywhere. She had just showered and now she was back to studying like a mad-man.

Jiwoo's phone dinged once. Twice. Thrice.

Dokyeom:

Love~

Dokyeom:

Baby~

Dokyeom:

Answer me~

Jiwoo chuckled as she read the texts.

Jiwoo:

Yes, Dokyeom? Aren't you in a meeting right now?

Dokyeom:

Well yeah, but it's boring- I think I'm gonna leave this meeting early

Dokyeom:

Be home in 10

Jiwoo raised an eyebrow at her screen. Sure, Dokyeom was the CEO and he could usually do as he pleased, but as far as Jiwoo's knowledge went this meeting was very important.

''He's such an idiot'' She mumbled to herself, but the smile on her lips said otherwise.

Like he texted, 10 minutes later the front door swung open and Dokyeom appeared. ''I'm home~''

''Upstairs! I'm studying''

Dokyeom walked upstairs and found Jiwoo by her desk, clad in his hoodie, pajama-pants, hair in a wet braid and her cute glasses. She hated wearing her glasses, since she thought she looked like a nerd, but Dokyeom found them adorable.

''Wasn't that meeting important?'' Jiwoo asked as Dokyeom spun her chair around.

''Yeah... but I said you were sick... and they accepted it. How long have you been studying?'' Dokyeom asked and peeked at the clock.

Jiwoo followed his gaze. ''Uhm... since you left like 4 hours ago''

''Break time!'' Dokyeom leaned down. ''Can I kiss you?'' He smiled sweetly and waited for an answer..

''You don't have to ask every time'' Jiwoo smiled. ''But yes, you can''

Dokyeom smiled and pressed his lips to Jiwoo's in a sweet manner. ''Well, it's about making sure you're comfortable. Doesn't matter if we've been married for a decade or 7''

Jiwoo smiled. ''Cute''

''Sorry we missed out on date night'' Dokyeom picked Jiwoo up from her chair and laid her in their shared bed. He laid down next to her. ''We've never missed one and-''

''You don't have to panic, we can have two next week''

''Sounds like a plan, now, can I have more kisses?'' Dokyeom pulled Jiwoo on top of him and smiled sweetly.

''Always''

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noramoons · 1 year

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and tomorrow we’ll begin anew | l.sm

pairing: lee seokmin x g/n reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

rating: T/13+

warnings: language, descriptions of anxiety/insecurities, (not proofread 🤡)

word count: 2k

summary: today has been a colossally bad day—luckily, your boyfriend is there to remind you that you don’t have to deal with it alone.

a/n: this is so wildly self indulgent it is not even funny…not even sure i like this piece anymore tbh but it is here! 🤭

7:17 a.m.

The morning light streaming into your bedroom is warm, basking you in the golden glow of a new day. It doesn't bring you the reassuring warmth it's meant to, however, when you wake up to see your alarm clock and realize you've slept in an extra half hour.

8:07 a.m.

Okay, you're seven minutes late to work. Fine. Whatever. That shouldn't send your entire day up in flames.

But it burns down anyway. Everything past that first hour is tinged with smoke, hanging heavy over you like a cloud of inevitable mistakes. You've nearly forgotten a deadline. Your printer stops working. One of your coworkers calls in sick and you end up having to do double the work you would normally do.

And even with all of that, the day drags—you think to yourself no less than five times throughout your shift that you're aren't sure you'll ever make it home again.

Okay, you aren't delusional enough to not realize how slightly dramatic you might be behaving—but you really can't remember a day at work worse than this in a long while. You feel utterly useless. There's no other way to put it.

4:12 p.m.

It isn't until your clock finally ticks on the last hour, a single glimmer of hope in what has been an absolute shitshow of a day, that you remember your day has really only just begun.

> s ❤️

> i'm heading over your way now! sorry i'm a little early lol

> just looking forward to seeing you :)

Oh, Jesus Christ. With the near-constant nightmare that your shift at work was, you'd almost entirely forgotten—you made dinner plans with your boyfriend to eat at your apartment tonight. You know that should excite you, relax you, even, at the thought of seeing him at the end of a long and exhausting day.

Instead, it fills you with nothing but dread.

Your relationship with Seokmin is new—still in that cautious, tip-toeing early phase of dating where you don't really quite know each other yet. You know him, sure—know his name, his phone number, some of his favorite shows and movies and songs, just the same as you know most of these facts about your regular friends. The fact that you do know what the tender, delicate sensation of his lips on yours feels like is the only thing so far that distinguishes him from most of your other casual friendships.

But that's not to say that you don't want to learn more. You do—God, you do. Seokmin is unbelievably funny and sweet (and punctual, you're delighted to learn now). So you'd offered last week for him to stop by your apartment for dinner, telling him he could let himself in with the key underneath the potted plant by your front door. Nothing incredibly complicated—just a dish you've made a million times and that you know you can't possibly screw up (and that you hope might still impress him a little). You'd bought the ingredients on your grocery run over the weekend, so all in all, it should be something you can do with your eyes closed.

Or it would be, at least—if the only thing on your mind now wasn't dropping everything you're currently holding at your front door and collapsing into your bed, ready to sleep off this ridiculously exhausting day. And if you'd been dating Seokmin for longer than you have now, you'd tell him that. Tell him that you need to reschedule your dinner date because the only thing propelling you through this last half hour of work is the thought of getting to be in a coma the minute you set foot in your apartment.

But you haven't been in this relationship for that long—and so you don't quite know how he'd react to that. Would he think you were avoiding him? Think that you were tired of him already? Those thoughts certainly aren't the truth—so you'll just have to put an Oscar-winning performance for a few hours in the hopes that he'll stick around for another (less inwardly painful) dinner date.

And it isn't Seokmin's fault by any means. Certainly not his fault that you're so anxious about the beginning of this relationship, one that seems almost too good to be true, that you've found yourself working overtime to make sure you don't scare him off the first time he sees you under stress like this.

You'll just have to make an effort to plan your next date on a day you're aren't so in your own damn head about everything.

5:03 p.m.

By the time you're finally speeding your way out the door of your office, you're already mentally rehearsing what you need to do to hurry the evening along as quickly as possible but not seem like you don't want Seokmin to be there. The lettuce for your meal has been washed already, so you won't have to worry about that, and there's still leftover rice in the fridge you can serve your entree with—all you need to do is marinate the meat for half an hour and cook. Maybe Seokmin will want to talk about a TV show he's been enjoying and you can steer him away from discussions about work, because you know you won't be able to hide your exhaustion if the conversation lingers there. You can't offer any wine tonight, even if it does pair terribly well with this beef—that will just have to be a next-date plan. If he sticks around.

You're still cycling through your well-crafted lines in your mind as you finally reach your apartment, bracing yourself as you make your way up each stair step, practically holding your breath as your reach your door and turn the doorknob—

The door shuts as you walk in.

He turns to face you. "Y/N!" Seokmin beams, grinning ecstatically like he hasn't seen you in years—that damn smile that fills you with the warmth of the sun itself.

You let go of that breath.

And it isn't all you let go of. Seeing that goddamn stupid smile of his is like the straw that breaks the camel's back—because your bag slips out of your fingers and onto the floor before you even realize it. There's tears welling up at the corners of your eyes, leaving tracks down your cheeks before you even realize you're crying.

But Seokmin realizes. He's rushing out of his seat in an instant, making his way to your side and begging you to tell him what's wrong as he leads you to the couch.

"Look, it's just...I just had a bad day," you admit as you sink into the couch, embarrassment creeping back in to your conscious mind once you feel Seokmin's thumb rubbing over your hand reassuringly. "That's all." Why are you like this? Even now, your first instinct is refusing to let him in—because what if he finally sees how you can really be, and runs away screaming in terror?

His frown deepens. "I don't think it was just a bad day. You can tell me, Y/N—please tell me. If you want to."

The urgency in his voice feels genuine—feels real, in a way that nothing else today has felt. So you do. "It's been nonstop," you tell him, laughing a little through a sniffle. "Like ever since the moment I woke up today, I've been doing something wrong. I was just exhausted when work was over, but I didn't want to cancel this date because we've been planning it for a week to accommodate both our schedules, and I...I like you, Seokmin." There it is—your last card, laid in front of him to examine if he so chooses. "And I would really, really rather not fuck this up."

A soft grin starts tugging up the corners of his lips before he moves to cup both of your cheeks in his soft hands. "I really like you too, you know," he says, laughing a little. And you laugh too—how can you not, when the sound of his voice is enough to set you so simply at ease, enough to practically erase all the earlier worries of the day? "You haven't fucked anything up. I don't want you to ever feel like you have to prioritize your day over mine—if you're having a bad one, then that's what the two of us can worry about."

Seokmin squeezes your cheeks a little, and the action makes your chest tighten with affection. "I don't want you to feel like you have to put on a performance around me, either. If you've had a bad day, you've had a bad day—and you can tell me about it. I won't put on a performance for you, either. Mostly because I've been told I'm a terrible actor," he informs you, and it pulls another light laugh from you. "And just so you know...I like you too. I like being around you, no matter what. One bad day is never going to change that."

His words are like waves cascading over the sand, washing away whatever had been written there before—but you still can't shake that last itch that refuses to subside. "But I ruined our date."

"What date?" he asks, smirking a little. "I thought we scheduled it for tomorrow. Remember?"

It takes you a moment to understand what he's saying, but when you laugh, it's real—a loud, joyous laugh that leads Seokmin to burst into giggles as well, throwing his arms around you and enveloping you in that comfort that he is. He reminds you that tomorrow will always be there—a promise that you can always try again.

9:48 p.m.

The two of you talk for hours after ordering in dinner, laughing (and crying one more time) about anything that comes to mind. Seokmin was right—you don't have to put on a performance around him to feel comfortable. The conversation feels practically never-ending, which is fine by both of you.

Seokmin makes a move to stand up and leave right before 10:00 pm. You know he's giving you an out for if you still want some time to yourself today.

You reach out a hand to stop him, to make him stay—but you don't even have to say a word before he's taking your hand and sitting right back down in his seat, grinning at your ability to have an entire conversation without words.

11.27 p.m.

By the time you're crawling into bed beside Seokmin, tucking yourself into his side, the exhaustion from your day earlier is finally, finally, catching up with you—you think you're barely conscious when he's leaning over to kiss the crown of your head and humming a soft goodnight.

But it doesn't matter how the day ends, you think. Like Seokmin had said, tomorrow will always be there too—a chance to begin anew.

a/n: thank you sm for reading! feedback is always welcome through reblogs, comments, and messages 💛

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kmgkmg · 1 year

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SNOW PLACE LIKE HOME - LEE SEOKMIN

word count: 1.5k...

pairing: seokmin x gn!reader

synopsis: first day after a snow storm with your best friend seokmin!

genre/s: fluff, non-idol!au, childhood friends-to-lovers, one-sided crush!dk(?), clueless!reader

warnings: slightly suggestive, but nothing happens!

rating: pg-13

a/n: another svt fic!! we’re supposed to have a snow storm where i live so i felt it was very fitting to write this! thank you a bunch to @playmetheclassics for being a beta reader for this fic, along with creating the title! this is a submission for k-vanity’s season’s greetings event! theme: traditional/lounge, accessories/extras: first snow, snow slopes, snowball fight/playing in snow, peppermint hot chocolate.

“Y/N, it’s already well past noon!” You hear a familiar voice shout to you from outside, and you jolt up, quickly throwing your comforter off of you. Instantly regretting that you removed your only object of warmth, you jog to your door, greeted with the bright smile of your best friend. The light from the winter sun, along with the freshly fallen snow, is enough for you to squint your eyes, still not fully awake.

Seokmin was dressed in his most extensive winter outfits you’ve seen him wear, with thick snow pants, but still maintaining his fashionable sense of style by choosing a chevron patterned brown peacoat and multicolored scarf. Was that scarf new? Making it clear that he was proud of his outfit and his success in waking you up, Seokmin invites himself in with an even bigger grin plastered on his face, while enveloping you in his typical cozy bear hugs.

“Ack! You have snow on you, Seokmin! Not to mention, you’re making me extremely cold and wet. Please…let me at least go get properly dressed first.” You huff, wanting to be surprised by his usual behavior, but nothing he did could phase you at this point. You had been best friends with his dorky self for over a decade, he was your person, and you were his. Letting him enjoy the hug for a couple more seconds, you find yourself becoming colder and colder as time passes. You unlatch yourself from his hug, frowning at him for making your pajamas a mess before he ruffles the bedhead state of your hair.

“Take it as punishment for sleeping past your alarm.” He cheekily retorts, clearly not remorseful for making you equally covered in snow.

“Ugh, I hate you.” You grunt, heading back into your room to change into snow attire.

“You love me.” He replies, making himself comfortable on your couch and scrolling through his phone.

You thank your past self for laying out your outfit last night and throw on your snow boots before heading back into the living room, “Can’t you let me win once, Min?” He shakes his head in refusal to your request, making you both smile at your daily dynamics. “Ugh, fine, did it snow a lot?” You follow up, preparing hot cocoa and paying special attention to adding a candy cane into his thermos. Peppermint hot cocoa had always been a weak spot for him, and you knew he loved the ‘artisan’ mix from the local market you purchased yearly. Vanilla bean hot cocoa, with some peppermint and marshmallows, added? The perfect way to warm up after a day in the cold.

“Yeah, way more than the forecaster predicted! We got a little over three feet/one meter of snow. When they said the first snow this year was going to be historic, they meant it.” He informs you, still stunned at the speed at which you got ready. Although spending time outside in the snow after the first snow was an annual tradition, he still found himself always turning giddy the night before you hung out. He loved you in a way that a friend shouldn’t, but you never saw him as anything more than your best friend. While you friend zoning him hurt, he was satisfied as long as he could stay by your side forever. But who knows, maybe he’ll gain the courage to tell you how he really feels someday.

Unaware of his feelings, you hum at the news of the weather before securing the caps onto your thermoses. “Alright, traditions are traditions, and we are going to go have fun today!” You resolutely decide.

“Look at my snowperson!” Seokmin insists, making you take a break from your construction of a gingerbread man-made from snow. Glancing at his creation, your eyebrows immediately furrow, unable to distinguish what he made. He wasn’t hiding how much he was anticipating your opinions, clapping his hands together and motioning in a way that said, lay it all out.

“It’s cool!” You carefully read his facial expression before giving your final review, “I would never have thought to make a snow alien. It’s different and very you!” You smile innocently, immediately regretting your interpretation as his triumphant smile turns into a disappointed frown.

“Wait, wait, I’m sorry! Is it not an alien?”

“It’s you…” He confesses meekly before looking at you again and realizing that you weren’t offended by his work. Seeing that you weren’t insulted gave Seokmin the confidence to be cocky again with you, “Y/N, it looks exactly like you. I practically made a clone.” He pouts, still trying to build his case for his self-proclaimed masterpiece.

“Uh huh, the day I admit it looks like me, you will know I have actually been swapped with my evil clone, Min.” You comment, still admiring your apparent twin.

“You clearly don’t have an eye for art!” He childishly defends himself, cringing since you were a well-respected art curator at your local art museum.

“See, the more you back up, the more it resembles you,” You grin in amusement at his explanation and nod, allowing him to explain more, “from here it- Woah!” Neither of you realized, but he had stepped farther and farther until the end of the flat part of the ground.

“Min!” You tried to latch onto his arm to prevent him from falling down the snowy hill, but it was too late, and you were now watching in horror as your best friend rolled down, laughing the entire way. The slope wasn’t extremely steep since you two used to sled down it as kids, but you know that the fall probably still would make him sore. “Gah, you idiot.” Sighing, you start to waddle to him slowly, but you slip on a patch of ice, and soon enough you’re rolling down the same path, hurtling towards him.

“I got you!” Seokmin yells from the bottom of the hill, comically holding out both of his arms to catch you. Onlookers were amused at the scene playing out in front of them, certain that you two had to be a bickering couple.

“Just let me keep rolling- Ow!” You try to motion for him to move over with your hands, but soon enough, your rolling form knocks him over like a bowling ball to a bowling pin. Rubbing your forehead and attempting to get up, your legs were still weak, and you found yourself immediately falling back onto the ground, or so you thought. The ground suddenly didn’t feel as cold or slippery anymore, and soon enough, you opened your eyes. Laying down beneath you was your best friend, making your face turn beet red at the unexpected physical contact. Sure, you were best friends, but you couldn’t deny that he was hot.

“Sorry, I just added more insult to injury, I’ll get off of you right now-” You begin to profusely apologize, and Seokmin can only continue to smile at you. As you attempt to get up again, he softly wraps his hands around your legs, making you stay down. He slowly sits up, making you straddle his lap, and you can’t help but be speechless since you were laughing at his clumsiness just moments ago. You continued to stare at each other as the world around you began to vanish.

An old lady had approached you, unknown to the two of you in your own world. “There are children here!” She grabs her cane and hits you both against your backs, scowling at your public obscenity.

You pry yourself from his grip, and both stand up to say sorry to the older lady, blushing at what just happened. She shakes her hand up in defeat, and you both head over to Seokmin’s car, unable to face each other. After closing his car door and pouring him some hot cocoa from the thermos, you shyly offer the cup to him.

“As an apology for mistaking my clone for an alien?” You smile softly, finally looking up at him.

He grabs the cup, blurting, “I like you,” at a louder volume than he expected.

“Well, I figured out that much after you acted the way you did when I fell, Min.” You break your eye contact with him, still unable to process how the day took a turn.

“I know it might take some time, but-”

“I love you, silly.” You reply, still unable to meet his eyes.

“You do?” He asks, still unsure if this was all a dream. You nod, confirming his feelings were reciprocated.

“Okay, in that case, I love you too! I just said I like you as a way to softball it, but, god, I love you so much Y/N.”

“More than this peppermint hot cocoa?” You smirk, relieved that he felt the same you had for years.

“Oh,” He inhales deeply, pretending to be in deep thought, “well that’s debatable.”

“Shut up, idiot.” You lightly hit his arm, before taking another swig of your hot cocoa.

“Make me.” He has a mischievous grin on his face, challenging you to do just that. You knew that this tradition would be able to occur every year, and the thought of that excited you. He was your home, and as the saying goes, there’s snow place like home.

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honeyshua · 6 months

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Clumsy

Doctor!Seokmin

You had moved to a new area recently. And currently you were in the walk in clinic for the second time this week. The first time was checking to make sure you didn’t have a concussion. After a soccer ball landed on your head and you fell to the ground your friends insisted you get checked out. Meanwhile you couldn’t help but check out the doctor.

This time you had managed to cut your finger open when you were trying to cook some dinner. “Oh hey it’s you again!” Seokmin greeted in his usual brightness. “What brings you in today?” You took the bandage off your finger and showed him the damage. He gently lifted your finger and winced sympathetically. “It’s pretty deep. You just missed your bone.”

You knew it was bad. But you didn’t realize it was that bad. Seokmin got some numbing cream and applied it before starting your stitches. As he stitched your finger the two of you held the conversation like you had been best friends for years.

“Okay so make sure the stitches don’t get wet. Keep applying the ointment and change the dressing regularly. And you’re good to go.”

You thanked him and went about your day. For some reason you kept absentmindedly thinking about him. You wondered at times if the conversation was mutually flirtatious but he’s a professional he couldn’t flirt with you. Could he?

You tried to keep a close watch on your finger but somehow the wound reopened. Landing you back in the clinic for the third time. “What did you do to my precious work?” Seokmin fake gasped dramatically. “How do I know that you didn’t mess it up?” You teased in response. “Well you came back so you must be okay with my work.” The banter filled conversation carried on until he finished.

“Alright see you in a few days.” His statement left you confused. “Are you asking me out?” “That would he unprofessional of me to ask on the clock so no. But Y/N you’ve been here three times in a week. I don’t think this is our last time seeing each other.”

You thought for a bit before responding. “What if I were to ask you out instead?” “Well that would be rude of me to turn down.” He responded with a bright smile. “Here’s my number should a medical issue come up of course.” The next time you saw eachother was finally out of the clinic.

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hannieehaee · 5 months

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18+ / mdi

content: clueless!seokmin, established relationship, afab reader, he's a lil airheaded but thats fine bc he's cute, reader is a lil pushy, smut, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 1690

a/n: tysm to the person who requested <33 i lovelovelove this concept so much its so fitting for seokmin

masterlist

you loved seokmin, you really did. but there was only so much you could take before you went crazy.

he was the perfect boyfriend, truly! he fulfilled every boyfriend duty to an exemplary extent, leaving no part of you dissatisfied. except, well, for one.

you'd only started dating recently. it had been one, no, two months - if you count the talking stage, that is - since seokmin had grown the balls to ask for your number, claiming he had fallen head over heels for you the moment your mutual friend jeonghan had introduced you at a gathering a few months back. at first it had been simple back and forth flirting through text (and occasionally face to face, whenever you'd both had enough drinks to look into each other's eyes without blushing). then it turned into an official proposition from seokmin, who showed up with flowers one day and sheepishly asked if you'd consider being official with him. you, not being an idiot, jumped into his arms with an enthusiastic yes. and that's how you ended up here, two months into the perfect relationship.

and also two months into a sexless relationship. yes, sex was not the most important part of a relationship. you could accept it if seokmin never put his hands on you in that way, loving and respecting him no matter what. except he constantly did. he was an overly excited man, who would consistently touch and caress you (always innocently, in seokmin fashion) in order to express his love. it was never explicitly sexual, but to you it felt borderline. plus, you knew for a fact that the feeling was mutual. you knew that seokmin wanted you in the way you did him. at least going off one of the drunken conversations you had with him at some random gathering during your talking stage. he had made clear the way he saw you (in words you were too flustered to repeat). except that was the last mention of it. he'd never mentioned his sexual desires to you since then. you knew seokmin was a very proper and respectful man, that he would never push you into an uncomfortable position, but you really wished he would just take a damn hint.

you'd tried everything by now, except you were subtle about it, not wanting to come off as desperate. you'd tried extending the quick pecks he gave you every time he said goodbye, but were always met with a sheepish chuckle as he pulled away and gave you a cheeky wink before you could even try to stick your tongue in his mouth. you'd run your hands up and down his chest any time he held you in his arms, but would be promptly stopped as soon as he started tickling you. you'd press your ass up against him as he held you in your sleep, but you'd be met with big arms flipping you over to face him, cocooning you in his embrace.

he'd never outwardly reject you, but he'd absolutely misinterpret your advancements for innocent requests for his affections. you weren't sure if the man was trying to send you a message, or if maybe he was just an idiot when it came to this. you also weren't sure how many more nights you'd be able to walk into your room after your nightly routine to find a very delicious-looking seokmin, arms bare as he laid in your bed waiting to hold you in his arms.

the answer was zero. you weren't sure exactly what had broken the camel's back for you. but tonight you had just gone insane with desire for him. you'd walked into the room, spotting seokmin as he laid on your bed, sleeveless shirt showing off his muscles as he laid one of them behind his head while the other held onto his phone. the position gave you a perfect view of his flexed muscles. you were dizzy just at the sight. it was no surprise to you when your body took control over you, leading you to his side of the bed as you snatched his phone and threw it to the side before straddling him, attacking him with a heavy kiss. this was the first time you'd been so forward, but there was only so much a girl could take.

seokmin's reaction was what you'd expect from any man with a pretty girl sitting atop his lap. he kissed you back just as eagerly, allowing you to let your tongue play with his. you made out for a bit before you allowed your hips to begin sensually canting against his. much to your surprise, his arms wrapped around you, holding onto your ass as he guided your thrusts.

his breathy moans against your mouth were driving you mad. you could tell he had felt just as deprived as you. he must've been trying to be a gentleman all this time, not wanting to pursue you sexually unless you were 100% explicit about you wanting him in the same way. for some reason this made you want to jump his bones even more. thinking about a pent up seokmin holding back from letting you ride him into oblivion due to his respectful demeanor made you wanna sit on his cock until he cried.

you finally pulled away from him, heavy breath as you looked down at him, "seokmin."

"what's wrong?', his breath was just as heavy as yours, "do-do you not want to, baby? it's okay, we don't have to. would never wanna for-"

"seokmin. if you don't let me sit on your dick, i swear to god."

he looked up at you with wide eyes, mouth still open from having been interrupted mid speech, "w-what?"

"minnie, i've been wanting you to fuck me since the day you asked me for my number. you've been dodging me all this time and it's been making me go insane. i want you so fucking bad."

"me?! i-i wanted you too! just .. didn't wanna push you into anything. wasn't sure you wanted to do anything. it's only been one month ..."

"two months! i've been wanting to jump you since day one, minnie."

"o-oh."

"can i fuck you now, baby?"

"yes. fuck. please."

and that was all confirmation you needed to throw off your shorts and shirt, giving seokmin perfect view of your nude body. his reaction had your ego reaching brand new levels of high as he shyly reached out his arms to your chest, audibly moaning at your pretty silhouette. you helped him the rest of the way by placing his palms around your tits and lowering yourself to explore his mouth with your tongue once again.

you only made out for a minute or so, growing too frustrated with desire to have his massive length inside you. you made quick work of his tank top, throwing it aside as if it were your biggest enemy. but the real enemy had been his sweats, which were keeping you from the dick you'd daydreamed about every night for months on end. you must've looked insane, reaching superhuman speed to remove his pants and boxers all at once, leaving a very naked seokmin before you, with his cock taking the role of main character as it stood in all its might before you.

you couldn't help but salivate over it. it was so tall and thick, just as you'd imagined. you had to hold yourself back from begging seokmin to let you gag on it, not wanting to scare him off. you didn't want him to think you were some kind of sex maniac, but the sight of such a pretty cock without a mouth to envelop it made you feel violent inside. but these thoughts could be left for another day. right now all you wanted was for him to bruise your cervix.

"baby ... please stop staring like that, you're making me self-conscious," said the owner of the delicious length standing before you.

"self-concious?? minnie, you're hung as shit! jesus, can't wait to sit on you baby. can i? wanna feel you so bad."

"goddamnit. don't say stuff like that .. i've been waiting so long, you're gonna make me cum."

god, the thought of his cum filling you up was yet another thought that had you humming in satisfaction. but you needed to put the distractions aside. you could not go another minute without molding to his size.

after rubbing his dick a bit as if to ensure exactly what was going to be impaling you in a few minutes, you finally sank down on him, sighing out in pleasure as you threw your head back.

so worth the wait.

"b-baby! fuck. you feel so ... so fucking good."

you sped up immediately upon him entering you, already so pent up you knew your orgasm would find you earlier than it usually did.

"can't believe you deprived me of this for two months, minnie. could've been keeping you warm all this time."

"no ... didn't wa-wanna push you. wanted you to want me first ..."

"minnie ... i've always wanted you. you're so ... you're perfect," your pace had now slowed down, allowing you to angle yourself in a way that had your toes curling, mouth hung open as your words disappeared in your throat.

"gonna cum if you keep saying those things, pretty."

"yeah? gonna cum for me, minnie? want you to fill me up so bad. will you do that?", you were taunting him, fully aware your end was just around the corner. you knew nothing would compare to the feeling of the pretty man filling you up, so you squeezed your walls around him, making him groan out at the feeling.

his hands tightened on your skin, maniacally trying to guide your movements as he finally climaxed, leading you to your own climax almost immediately after. you both shivered against each other, feeling the intensity of your orgasms cruise through you.

it took you a few seconds to regain full consciousness. seokmin had been the one to speak up first after the fact, making you giggle at his breathless statement.

"next time, please just jump me."

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cheolism · 1 year

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the physics of love

➳ lee seokmin x gn! reader

➳ summary: three times someone called you and seokmin a couple and one time he did something about it.

➳ wc is approx 5.5k words

➳ tags: childhood friends to lovers, friends to lovers. lovesick seokmin, seemingly unrequited feelings. idiots to lovers. everyone sees it but them. avatar by james cameron slander. pet names used "platonically", knight in armor seokmin. stuck in his feels seokmin, pining and yearning seokmin, salty n jealous seokmin. "platonic" cuddling and pda. minghao is judging every single person ever.

➳ warnings: reader goes on a date with an asshole, panics and calls seokmin while upset. mentions of mummies. cursing!! reader has hair that can be tucked behind ears. reader calls their mom.

➳ notes: inspired by the poem the physics of love by kim inyook, which i suggest reading (linked) before reading this fic to get an idea of the metaphors and symbolism used throughout. for information on otzi, the naturally made mummy, go here. you don't have to know abt otzi to read this fic, but i still think he's super fucking interesting.

o n e

there was a poem you had read to seokmin once.

he didn’t remember a great deal of it, too distracted from watching the way your lips formed each and every syllable, the way you spoke like a secret melody, the song one his heart had long known. the two of you had been in his room, the line of your bodies pressed together. it was dark, with only the artificial light of his bedroom lamp lighting the room, but still it casted such a benevolent glow upon you that seokmin swore you were ethereal.

he might not have remembered the poem or its words, but he remembered what it was about. someone seemingly small and elegant, of no consequence to the world, and how such a person could pull the narrator towards them with a pull stronger than that of the earth and its gravity.

it was you, he had realized, and him. you were seemingly ordinary, and yet he found you more beautiful than any flower or any sunset, found you more interesting than any foreign language or animal, your voice lovelier than any instrument or song, your mass and gravity heavier than any planet’s, constantly pulling him in, closer and closer and closer.

it was why, seokmin knew, he couldn’t help but press himself next to you even though there was tons of space. the outside table was large enough to fit eight and only five sat at it, but still seokmin pressed his shoulder to yours and wedged himself in between you and hansol, his thigh against yours, your warmth seeping into his skin.

“hi,” you had laughed, eyes bright and sparkling. you leaned into seokmin, putting your weight against his in response. you pressed your forehead to his cheek, a fleeting moment of contact that had his heart racing and mouth drying.

minghao, who was new to the group, peered over his glasses at the two of you. his eyes flickered, watching as you slid your snacks towards seokmin and offered him one, as seokmin gasped happily and snatched the pretzel from your fingers.

minghao cleared his throat, setting his book on the wooden table. “are you two,” he began, his voice soft, hesitant, “you know. dating?”

seokmin’s heart leapt. he tried not to think of how the two of you often looked to outsiders, pressed together, giggling and laughing and smiling and caught in the other’s orbit. he couldn’t. if he did he would start imagining other things, like your lips against his cheek and how sweetly you would feel pressed against him, his hand sinking into your hair and angling your face towards him; how early mornings wouldn’t mean waking alone but waking in your arms, his face pressed into the crook of your neck, your hands soft against his skin.

so no. seokmin couldn’t think about such things.

you pulled away from him at minghao’s words, retracting. seokmin missed you as soon as you moved, wanting to bridge the distance you had put between the two of you. “we’re not,” you explained, pulling another pretzel from the bag. you hooked your fingers through the hoop, spinning it slightly. “we’ve just been friends for forever.”

“you’ll get used to it,” soonyoung explained, patting minghao’s shoulder. the younger man’s face was completely red, heavily embarrassed from not only asking such a personal question but being wrong. “they’re always like this. they’ve been friends since they were like, thirteen.”

“y/n was my knight in shining armor,” seokmin explained, stealing the pretzel bag from you. he dug through it, busying himself in an attempt to shove the heartbreak at your answer deep down. you weren’t lying. you and seokmin weren’t dating and you had been friends forever, and during that forever the two of you had stopped worrying about what others thought of your closeness; during that forever the lines between platonic soulmate and romantic soulmate blurred for seokmin, the two becoming one.

you laughed at his comment, elbowing him. “someone was making fun of him for a bad grade he got on a quiz.”

“so y/n punched him.”

minghao’s embarrassment evaporated, something akin to awe and horror taking over. you and seokmin began cracking up, your laughter blending together and creating the most precious and beautiful melody.

“i did not,” you protested, swatting seokmin’s arm. “i’ve never punched anyone in my life,” you told minghao, rolling your eyes. “all i did was push him a little.”

“and then he fell down a flight of stairs.”

“stop,” your laughter was loud now, gathering the attention of passing strangers. “he did not! we were -- minghao, we were on the playground outside of the middle school.”

“you’re right,” seokmin agreed. “and it was the playground y/n pushed him off of.”

you turned to seokmin ripping the pretzel bag from his hands. “i did not! minghao is going to think i’m some sort of bully.”

“well you did just smack be a couple of seconds ago --”

you huffed, turning your shoulder to seokmin. you were so irritated with him, but he could see the little grin that was curving the corner of your mouth, the way your eyes crinkled slightly in merriment. “okay. so someone was being mean to seokmin and i pushed him back and away, and he stumbled a little bit. but he didn’t fall. didn’t fall down, didn’t fall down stairs, didn’t fall off the playground equipment.

“after that i guess i sort of just took seokmin under my wing. i got decent grades -- better than him, at least. so i began sitting with him and helping him with assignments, and thus our friendship began.”

“it’s like rhinos and those little white birds,” soonyoung explained further. “except seokmin got all the benefits in the friendship and all y/n gained was some annoying fly buzzing in their ear.”

seokmin gasped, eyes wide. he threw his pretzel across the table at soonyoung, the snack instead hitting a studying mingyu. “i’m not a fly!”

“you’re not a fly, don’t worry.”

mingyu quickly interrupted you, throwing the pretzel back across the table and hitting seokmin on the cheek. “y/n’s right. you’re some stray dog that y/n fed once and now won’t stop following them home.”

seokmin grabbed the pretzel bag from you, dug his hand in and grabbed a handful of pretzels. he then threw them across the table, the snack raining down on the boys sitting opposite. “i’m not a stray dog!”

“seokmin!” you admonished him, pulling seokmin back to your side. you looked around before gathering some of the fallen pretzels and sweeping them underneath the bench for birds. “it’s okay, seokmin. no need to get upset. you might be a stray dog but don’t worry, you’re a cute stray dog.”

t w o

“i can’t fucking believe seungcheol rented an entire theater for jeonghan’s birthday,” mingyu muttered, sticking his extra large popcorn underneath the butter dispenser. “it’s so ridiculous.”

you shrugged, shoving your drink underneath the soda dispenser. seokmin grabbed two straws and took them out from the wrapper, waiting for you to press your lid on top of your cup before sticking it inside of your drink. “i mean. you know how seungcheol likes it when people boast about his generosity.”

hansol sucked in a breath, tilting his head. “is it really generosity if you want someone to talk about it?”

“i don’t care if he wants me to talk about it or not,” seokmin argued. he shoved mingyu out of the way with his hip, thrusting your shared popcorn underneath the butter dispenser and soaking it. “if seungcheol wants to buy me a macbook and tells me to run up and down the interstate screaming about it, i will. don’t think i won’t.”

you laughed, grabbing his drink off the counter and holding it in your other hand. you leaned against it next to seokmin, so close that your elbow brushed against his. he couldn’t help the way his heart swelled a little with pride. all this space, and yet you still sought him out and stood close enough to where you were touching.

it was as if -- if he dared to think this -- he had his own mass and gravity that dragged you into his orbit, that had you leaning into him and crossing rooms to join his side. it was as if just like seokmin you, too, were drawn to him.

“give seungcheol a break you guys,” you chuckled, tossing your head back and flipping your hair over your shoulder. you had worn it down, the locks framing your face beautifully. well, in seokmin’s opinion you always were beautiful with no exception -- even that one time where he had to barge into your apartment when you were puking into the bathtub, sickness running its course through your body.

“you act like seungcheol isn’t the one that forks out money the easiest when we need help,” you added. seokmin pulled the popcorn towards himself, wiggling the box and letting the butter travel. “he literally just bought supper for us the other night, mingyu.”

seokmin looked up from the popcorn, meeting mingyu’s eyes. mingyu looked like a puppy getting caught pulling the stuffing from a favorite toy. his dark eyes were round, his face in a wince. “you ate out with mingyu and seungcheol without me?”

you shrugged, stepping away from the counter. seokmin, pulled by you, followed. “it wasn’t anything big, seokie. they just picked me up after work and seungcheol asked if i was hungry.”

seokmin pouted, ignoring how hansol’s face contorted in disgust at your pet name for seokmin, waddling after you as you walked towards the ticket attendant. you stopped once you noticed mingyu and hansol weren’t following, still busying themselves at the counter, rifling through the different popcorn seasonings.

“what degenerates,” seokmin muttered, shaking his head distastefully. his heart leapt when you giggled, bringing your drink to your lips. “can’t take them anywhere.”

“funny,” you said, “that’s what i usually say about you.”

seokmin fake laughed at you, high and pitchy. you let out a little cackle, trying to mimic his fake laughter before you were interrupted by your own little snort.

seokmin bursted into laughter, throwing his head back. you were mortified, eyes wide and darting around the theater space. you looked liked a deer in the headlights, embarrassed at your snort. “do you think anyone heard that?”

“just me, sweetheart,” seokmin returned, unable to help the pure adoration and love that dripped from his voice. he reached out, shifting the popcorn to one hand. he skimmed his fingers over your brow, drawing your bangs aside. he then tugged on them before tucking them behind your ear, letting him see all of your face unobscured. “you’re so cute.”

you gave him a look, cheeks high on your face as you tried to suppress your grin. you rolled your eyes a little, letting seokmin’s fingers linger on your ear for a few moments before you pulled away.

mingyu joined the two of you in long strides, hansol slowly walking behind him, digging through the popcorn and popping a few in his mouth. mingyu stopped once he reached you two, turning around. “hansol! you’re allowed to walk a little faster, you know?”

hansol looked up at mingyu, unperturbed. “we should’ve got seungcheol to rent the theater for the new avatar movie.”

“i could not care less about that movie,” you said, deadpan. you then turned and walked towards the attendant. “we’re part of the party for theater thirteen?”

the attendant blinked. they glanced between you and seokmin. “oh, yeah, no problem. y’all can go ahead and go through. do you need help getting to the theater?”

you shook your head, sidestepping around the attendant. “nope! we’re all good, but thank you.”

the attendant nodded. then they leaned forward across their box, voice low but still loud enough for seokmin to pick up on it. “may i just say that you and your boyfriend are absolutely adorable.”

“oh,” you said, balking. “we’re -- we’re just friends.”

if seokmin heard that phrase one more time, he’d quit. he’d quit his life, quit his job and quit the lease on his shared apartment with jeonghan. he would kiss his parents good-bye and then retreat to the nearest mountain. he would befriend the neighborhood friendly sasquatch, learn his ways before making his own home in a mountain cave. he would live the rest of his life in that cave, never to hear another human voice, never to hear those dreaded words again.

the attendant looked over your head. seokmin fought to control his wince.

you waited for mingyu and hansol to walk ahead of the two of you, mingyu complaining as hansol continued to maintain his slow, lazy pace.

“seokmin,” you began, voice low and hesitant. “do you -- do you ever think --”

“try not to,” he interrupted. his heart was going to leap out of his throat, his brain packed up and left his body and was taking the first taxi out of the city. he was going to drop his fucking drink, his palms were so sweaty.

you blinked. “right. but seokmin, do you wonder about what it --”

seokmin laughed, pointing ahead at mingyu. “haha, kim mingyu nearly fell! come on, y/n, we got to hurry before they get fed up with waiting and start the movie.”

he shouldered ahead, leaving you behind.

a huge part of seokmin felt guilty. he couldn’t help but mentally fill in the rest of what you were going to say. do you wonder about what it would be like to date? do you ever think about what it would be like to be together? do you know why people constantly think we’re dating? do you know why people always say that you look at me like i put the stars in the sky, do you know why you come home from every single date alone, do you know why you can’t help but compare every single person to me? do you know why your heart stutters and leaps and yearns for me, do you know, do you, do you love me?

he didn’t know what to say to any of those questions. seokmin didn’t know how to navigate such a thing. how could he? how could he attempt to navigate the seas of your relationship when he didn’t know its limits, when he didn’t know where the sea stopped with its smooth currents and began ravaging your ship.

he knew he loved you. he loved you platonically and romantically. he loved you like a dear friend, loved you like the love of his life.

but where did you stand with him?

could he even dare to hope that you shared a fraction of his feelings? that you -- that you thought he was the sun amongst the dark clouds, that he was as precious as a rare flower, that he was someone precious and someone to be treasured?

he could barely manage to greet his friends when the four of you entered the theater, could barely manage to let his smile grow. the seats were dual sitters, large and practically meant for couples to cuddle.

seokmin felt horrible when you dropped into a seat, looking at him, expecting him to join you in the loveseat. for a moment he was going to sit beside you, press against your side and wrap his arm around your shoulders and pull you close, breathe in the shampoo of your hair.

but then he remembered. do you love me?

and so seokmin sat on the other side of the cup holder, keeping it between your bodies, keeping him from your side and from our warmth.

and it plagued him for the rest of the movie.

t h r e e

jeonghan and joshua were being loud and having fun, and seokmin was not about it.

he had a cloud hanging over him ever since you texted that no, you couldn’t hang out on friday night because you!!! had!!!! a!!!! date!!! you couldn’t go with him to see that new museum exhibit you had been so excited for because you were going!!! with!!! someone!! else!!

you were going to see something you had been looking forward to for forever with someone that wasn’t him, and even worse, you were going with someone who was a possible romantic interest.

it was so out of the blue. you and seokmin rarely went on dates, you even moreso. they were so sparse that seokmin could count the amount of times you went on dates on both hands, with the amount of times you met that same person on a second date being counted on two fingers.

it wasn’t like you weren’t allowed to go out on dates and be your own person. of course you could! you were allowed to hang out with other people without him, were allowed to see movies and go to the market without him. you were allowed to go see that new museum exhibit that you had been waiting all year for with someone else.

but that didn’t mean seokmin had to like it.

it felt so wrong. it felt like it was against the laws of the universe for seokmin to not be with you when you were doing something so precious to you. it was like he was fighting against gravity, constantly trying to force himself from giving up and returning to your orbit.

at first he fought with himself. who cared about that exhibit anyways? who cared about some ice man who had the oldest tattoos in the world? who cared that he was a mummy that was naturally made?

but then seokmin had felt his heart crumple, as if it were a piece of paper that he, himself, was crumpling up into a wad. you cared. you cared about this exhibit.

and that meant the world. it didn’t matter if seokmin didn’t particular care for mummies or ice men, didn’t matter if he found them sort of creepy and even scary. it didn’t matter that he found the 90s movie the mummy creepy and always squeezed your arm whenever certain parts came on. none of that mattered because it, mummies and ice men and extremely old tattoos, mattered to you.

so of course it mattered to seokmin.

and you were sharing it with someone else. you were sharing something so precious, so beloved, with someone that wasn’t him.

it was just a downhill from there, seokmin realized. it was just one exhibit, just one prehistoric iceman. but eventually it would be more than that. it would be more than one iceman, it would be more than one date. it would be one, two, five, a hundred dates and a wedding and he would lose you for the rest of your lives to some worthless, horrible, no good, terrible, lazy, third-rate vermin.

that was his lot in life. seokmin wrapped his hand around the beer glass in front of it, pressing his fingers against the cold drink. he could only be lucky enough to be your dearest friend, lucky enough to occupy your orbit for a moment in time. he would be lucky enough to be your best friend, never your lover.

that would have to be enough, seokmin vowed. he lifted the drink to his lips, settling them on the rim. it would have to be. and it would be.

his phone buzzed on the table. seokmin ignored it, tuning in to jeonghan pestering joshua about some bullshit made-up story behind the origin of beer.

his phone quieted.

then it began buzzing again.

seokmin set the mug on the table, grabbing his phone. as soon as he turned it over and watched your name flash on his screen, he felt his stomach drop and his heart freeze.

you never called. if you were going to call him you always warned him with a text. you hated calls. you hated calls so much. you called suddenly like this only when you needed him, like that horrible day where he had to force your apartment door open, when you were so sick you could barely move.

seokmin picked up the phone before he fully registered what he was doing. “y/n? baby, are you okay?”

you hiccuped into the phone. seokmin’s body tensed, sliding to the edge of the seat, prepared to jump from it and run out of the restaurant. “seokmin,” you sniffled, voice close to the phone receiver. “he -- he brought us to a bar for supper and he just -- he left me here.”

immediately seokmin was standing, grabbing his coat. jeonghan and joshua began badgering him, following suit and standing. he abandoned the table without second thought, going to the register. “it’s okay, baby. just tell me where you are and i’ll be right there, okay? it will all be all right. your seokminie will be there. stay inside and i’ll call you when i get there. or do you want to stay on the line?”

“stay,” you begged, and seokmin knew he would do anything for you. “i don’t know where he brought me. it’s -- seokmin, i’m so stupid.”

tears stung at the corners of his eyes listening to you fight your tears. seokmin shook his head even though you couldn’t see it. “no. listen, sweetheart. you’re not stupid. just stay on the line with me and i’ll be there quicker than -- quicker than superman. all right? it’s my turn to be your knight in shining armor.”

you laughed into the phone, though there was no joy or happiness in it. you laughed like it was the only thing you could do in that moment, like it was the only thing stopping you from sobbing.

“i’m gonna hand you to jeonghan while i pay,” seokmin said, glancing at his older friend. jeonghan had an extremely worried expression on his face, brows furrowed and large eyes wide. “that okay, baby?”

once you gave your affirmation, seokmin was handing off the phone. he pulled out his card, shoving it into the reader before the woman behind the counter could say anything.

she glanced up at him, drumming her fingers on the counter. “i hope you get to your partner quickly. it seems like they really need you.”

“they’re --” he cut himself off. but joshua and jeonghan were right there, probably listening. “they’re my friend. they had a bad date.”

the woman nodded, glancing at the other men. then she leaned over the counter. “you know,” she said, voice quiet, “you’re acting like this someone might just be more precious to you than just a friend.”

seokmin looked down at the card reader. it chimed; he stuffed his card into his wallet.

as soon as his phone was back in his hand, he was bringing it up. “okay. i’m back, sweetheart. did you tell jeonghan the address? did you look it up on maps?”

a n d o n e

there was nothing seokmin liked more than being pressed against you.

the winter weather brought cold rain, the sound of it slamming against pavement loud. you had pushed open your windows just a smidge,k letting the sound of rain fill the bedroom before you squealed, running across the carpet and jumping to join seokmin.

the two of you were so wrapped around one another that, looking down on the blanket, he couldn’t tell where you began and he ended. your legs were tangled with his, arm hooked through his and holding your phone over his shoulder as you peered at it. seokmin had long abandoned his phone, dropping it behind your head.

instead he let his eyes fall shut. he basked in the smell of you, how surrounded him. your lovely fabric softener that reminded him of spring, the vanilla scent that constantly clung to your skin. he had rifled through your candle collection and lit one called sea island cotton, which further seemed to sink into his soul and coax it into a rest.

it wasn’t often the two of you were able to do this anymore, seokmin lamented. he wiggled one of his hands free, reaching up and sinking it into your hair. it was a little greasy, but he slid his fingers through it all the same, thumb stroking the strands as they went to his fingers.

you weren’t kids anymore, seokmin knew. it wasn’t like high school, where the two of you could sleep over at the other’s house for the entire weekend, doing homework together, pressed shoulder to shoulder on the carpet of your living room. it wasn’t like college where you could spend every passing moment with him, save for the rare ones where you attended separate classes.

you were adults, seokmin thought. and that meant being busy, constantly searching for ways to preserve old friendships.

really it was a miracle the two of you had maintained yours. especially when it felt like every passing day with you had his heart growing another size, when seokmin felt part of his soul being torn between wanting what’s best for you and wanting you.

sometimes he wondered what it would be like if those two things were the same. if he was what was best, if you genuinely wanted him like he wanted you. if you imagined walking through the supermarket hand in hand with seokmin, if you thought about the puppy the two of you would adopt. if you thought about the sort of house would suit you best, if you thought about the cruise you two would take after retiring, hand in hand and sipping margaritas.

he wondered what it would be like to be the person you always sought out first to drag to iceman exhibits, to be the person you would always call first when in trouble. seokmin was your number one now, was the person you constantly orbited around, but who was to say it would be like that in a year? six months?

when your phone vibrated it scared seokmin, making him leap in your arms. you laughed, loud in his ears due to your close proximity. you tapped the phone, answering it and putting it on speaker. “hi, mom.”

there was a rustling noise. “hi! i was just calling about the weather. i saw you were going to be having some bad stuff heading your way.”

you hummed. your feet wiggled against his, tapping on his in a rhythm to a melody only you could hear. “yeah, it’s just raining right now. i saw there was a thirty percent chance for a bad storm in my area, so it might miss me altogether.”

“well if it gets bad i want you to go down to the laundry room,” your mom announced, voice firm. you rolled your eyes, bringing a laugh out of seokmin. he tried to muffle it, pressing forward and burying his face into your hair. “is that -- do you have a boyfriend you’re not telling me about?”

you sighed, shimmying. you turned your face from seokmin’s chest so you could speak clearly into the phone, but not dislodging him completely. “it’s seokmin, mom.”

he hated the way you said that.

“do you have a boyfriend?”

“it’s seokmin.”

as if he couldn’t possibly be your boyfriend, as if the word wasn’t something that could be added to his definition. he could see it as clear as day: lee seokmin, son, friend, boyfriend to y/n.

“how was the date with that guy?” your mom asked. seokmin fought the urge to butt in, to berate the man and call him every single bad name he could think of. “what was his name? you two went to that exhibit, didn’t you? how did you like it?”

you paused. your hand had been playing with the fabric of seokmin’s shirt but at her question you stopped, smoothing your hand down. you tapped your fingers against him once, twice, thrice. “uh. his name wasn’t important. we didn’t even get to go to the exhibit.”

“oh,” your mom sighed. seokmin could practically picture her closing her eyes, pressing her lips together. “oh, y/n. well. you can always go to the exhibit with seokmin, you know.”

“i know,” you said, fingers beginning to pick at seokmin’s shirt again. “i can always count on seokmin to let me drag him to see some dead dude.”

seokmin frowned against your hair. he hated this conversation. he hated the dejected tone of your voice.

he pulled away slightly, nose pressing into your hairline. seokmin kept his voice low so your phone wouldn’t pick up on it. “can you hang up? i need to talk to you real quick.”

you threw him a troubled look, but you did as he asked. once you were off the phone with your mom, which had taken another few minutes, you were pulling away from him with a little frown. “seok? what’s up? did you not want to go to the exhibit with me anymore?”

seokmin sat up, crossing his legs. you scooted towards him, pressing your feet against his calves. seokmin reached out, laying his hands on your knees, palms up. you quickly settled your hands in his, shifting so each of your hands was wrapped around two of his long, elegant fingers.

“i want to go to the exhibit with you,” he said, leaning forward. you were so beautiful. “but i want you to know you wouldn’t be dragging me to it.”

you winced, hands squeezing his. “poor choice of words, i know.”

seokmin shook his head. “no. it’s more than that, y/n. it’s. i want to go to the exhibit with you.”

you tilted your head. seokmin watched, endeared, as your bangs escaped from behind your ears. “but i didn’t think you liked otzi or were even interest in him. i don’t think you even know his name, seokmin.”

“i thought his name was otis,” he admitted. you snorted, lips turning into a smile. “but listen to me. are you listening? i want you to listen, sweetheart.”

your smile wavered, your eyes turning serious. you nodded, licking your lips and squaring your shoulders. “i’m listening, seokmin.”

“i don’t care about otzi,” he reiterated. when you frowned at him, lips parting to protest, he shoveled forward. seokmin couldn't let you interrupt, not when he was standing on the edge of the cliff and preparing for the plunge. “but he matters to me. he matters to me because he matters to you.”

you wiggled your hands in his, releasing your hold on his fingers to instead lace your digits together, weaving them like a tapestry. it was like you were no longer just pulling him into your orbit but weaving your celestial bodies together. “seokmin, i need you to be more clear. what do you mean?”

“i mean,” he sighed, fighting to try and gather his thoughts. how could he put nearly a decade of love into words? “i don’t want you to go see otzi with some other man. i don’t want you to go to the movies with anyone else. i don’t want anyone else picking you up after work and taking you to eat. i don’t want you to cuddle with anyone else on winter nights where it’s raining.”

there was a pause in the air. you looked torn, as if you were at war with yourself. your eyes were serious, your lips pressed thinly. “seokmin. lee seokmin. i need you to be really clear about what you’re about to say. because if you’re saying what i think you’re saying, if you mean what i think you mean --”

you broke off suddenly, tearing your eyes from your face. you squeezed them shut, taking a deep breath.

“if you love me,” as soon as you said those words seokmin was sucking in a large, horrible breath that seemed to fill his lungs and then some, stretching them out. “if you love me like i love you, i need you to be crystal clear. please, seokmin, please.”

“i love you,” he returned, as clear as sunshine and just as beautiful. “i love you. i want to hold and kiss you, i want to be your boyfriend. i don’t want you to ever take anyone else to museums or say that we’re just friends. i want you to have to call and tell your mom that lee seokmin is your boyfriend.”

you wrenched your hands from his and seokmin had a fraction of a second to miss the feel of them before you were throwing yourself forward and into him. your arms went around his shoulders, pulling him fully in your orbit, joining your masses and making you one.

“i love you,” you chanted, the words sweet and like honey to seokmin’s ears. “lee seokmin, my knight in shining armor, my superman, my bestest friend. i love you.”

but no matter how sweetly you spoke, the kiss that followed was even more so.

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