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ssentimentals · 7 months

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crushing doubts {boo seungkwan}

pairing: seungkwan x gn!reader

prompt: 'you brought me flowers?' (this work is part of my 1k event, go check out other works of mine here)

warnings: generally none as it is fluff, but reader is very insecure and struggles with self-worth so please be mindful if these themes trigger you!

a loud laugh echoes in the hall and you freeze, unmistakenly recognizing source of this sound. only one person's laughter makes your heart do this stupid fluttery thing that reddens your cheeks and dries out your throat. it's seungkwan, of course. seungkwan is the you had crush on since the very first day of college and seungkwan is also happens to be the very same boy who told you that he likes you three days ago. he also is the boy who you've been steadily avoiding for the past three days. today should have been day number four of your avoidance, but universe obviously does not favor you that much; you knew your luck would run out sooner or later. looking around in source of escape, with growing horror you realize that there's really nowhere to go apart from turning back to your previous class and-

'-our professor almost had a heart attack! i kind of did feel bad though- oh.'

that oh makes you want to shrink up and disappear, but some things are not possible no matter how much you wish for them. you stand frozen on the spot, caught like a deer in highlights and although you're looking at the ground, you can feel seungkwan's eyes on you. don't come close, you beg for him in your mind. please, oh please, don't make a show, just act like i'm not here. it seems like universe does favor you still because seungkwan continues his speech and passes you in a blink, not sparing you a second glance. it takes few seconds for him and dino to pass and you wait for few more just in case before rushing out of that space. stupid, stupid, stupid. guilt and blame battle in yur head as you rush back to your room, not noticing anything around you. see, anxiety is a dirty, dirty liar and you're aware of that. it's just sometimes it's really hard to pull yourself out of those negative thoughts and self-blaming, sometimes it's hard to catch yourself at the moment before spiraling.

once in the safe quarters of your room, you feel tiredness overwhelm you as thoughts come back to seungkwan. you like him, of course. how can you not? how can anyone not? he's sunshine, he's warm and loving and always mindful of others. he is loud, he incredibly entertaining but in a way that is never offensive to someone else. he is handsome also with his baby cheeks and big dark eyes that stare at you with all the care in the world. and above it all, he is kind. oh, he is so kind that you don't udnerstand how so much generosity and empathy can all be placed into a one person. that's why - that's exactly why - you don't understand how someone like him could possibly fall for someone like you. everything about is so painstakingly normal and average, not nearly enough to hold attention of someone like seungkwan. you don't think he played a joke on you when he confessed - no, he's not that cruel, you are sure. but you also can't believe him; if it's not a joke, maybe it's something else? you never really thought much about his actions towards you: seungkwan was as kind and nice to you as he is to everyone else.

why would he say that he likes you then? why would he confess?

you didn't have any explanation for these questions. what could he like? you were never someone popular and never had line of secret admirers behind your back. seungkwan looks like someone who deserves another sunshine of the person standing next to him, but in your head you'll only deem his light. fingers picking at the hem of your oversized hoodie, you think of most memorable interactions of you both together and with a startle you realize that seungkwan always, always went out of his way to make you feel good about yoursef: ('whoa, you are so smart!' seungkwan gushed, staring at your completed exam paper. 'you really are a genius, huh?'

blushing, you shaked your head. 'no, i'm just-'

'you're the first one to finish,' seungkwan interrupted in a flat voice, pointing out obvious. 'you're always first one to finish and you get the best grades. what is it called if not being smart?')

or how he always somehow knew about interactions with your other friends and he'd always point out how you help them out or how highly they speak of you: ('you are very loved,' seungkwan's voice held too much emotion for you to be able to look in his eyes. 'your friends love you a lot.'

warm fuzzy feeling filled your chest and you smiled. 'i love them too.'

seungkwan chuckled at this and you finally dared to look up, willing your heart to start beating so fast. he stared at you with incomprehensible softness and part of you thought he looked almost fond, but another part immediately dispersed that idea. 'good. i'm happy that you're surrounded by people you love and who love you back.')

he always striked conversations with you first and themes varied from latest gossips to the most random facts ever, all to keep you entertained: ('did you know that crocodiles cannot stick their tongue out?' seungkwan seemed to be fascinated by this new knowledge. 'poor guys.'

'why would they need to stick their tongues out?' you wondered out loud, smiling a little as he quickly fell into the step with you, your shoulders bumping at each other a little. 'i don't think you have history next, why are coming with me?'

'to not let you get bored, of course,' seungkwan replied like it's obvious. 'and because i love your company. but also because i just learned that fact and really needed someone to tell.')

you smile at your last memory before biting your lower lip in frustration. because i love your company. could it be true? your company was nothing special. surely not special enough for seungkwan to even consider wasting his time in walking you to your lecture even if that's exactly what he did. groaning at complete misunderstanding of it all, you grab your blanket, throwing yourself at the bed with a huff. when you close your eyes that fateful day from three days ago comes into your mind. (he caught you off guard when you were going back home and you didn't think anything much at first, because seungkwan has that tendency of coming up unexpectedly; but then you started to get worry as he looked nervous. 'is everything okay?' you asked with your heart at your throat. seungkwan never looked nervous and in turn it grated on your own nerves. 'something happened?'

'no-no, everything is fine,' he quickly reassured you and even smiled, staring at you with that same gaze that looked almost fond. 'always caring, aren't you?' before you could comprehend this and somehow answer, he continued: 'i just thought i- i feel like i gotta come clean cause i have this feeling that you're not- like, you're not... getting... the hints, you know?'

you paled at those words. not getting something is one of your biggest fears, not being smart, not being good enough- 'hints?' you asked in a small voice, trying your hardest not to overthink.

'see, this is what i'm talking about,' seungkwan shook his head and dread filled your body. 'i knew you had no idea, boys kept pestering me to just be direct, so here i am.' he took one look at you and sighed. 'even right now you don't get where i'm going with this, don't you?'

you hated bad news. god, you hated them with everything in you and only option was to run. 'i need to go,' you muttered, trying to come up with something, but lying never was a strong suit of yours. 'um, i gotta-'

'i like you.')

your eyes shot open at the sound of the knock. a tentative one at first, but then more firm. sick feeling at the pit of your stomach increased as your gut whispers who exactly is standing behind that door. you can pretend to be asleep. that's what you were going to do anyway, right? so it wouldn't be a lie. seungkwan calls out your name from the other side of the door and you sit up, shocked. why he's not on the lecture now? did something happen? before you can even process those thoughts you're up and opening the door, staring at seungkwan with worried eyes, looking him all over. physically he seems to be fine, but his face carries such a grim expression that you step back on instinct. 'can i come in?' he asks in a quite voice.

'sure,' you move automatically, closing the door behind him with trembling fingers.

god, he is here to confront you, isn't he? confrontation is something you always managed to avoid but it looks like there's no escaping this one now. seungkwan doesn't look angry, so you hope for the best. 'i came to apologize.'

these words make all the mindless and negative thoughts inside your head come to a halt. apologize? 'for what?' you ask, sincerely confused.

'i think i made you really uncomfortable with my whole 'i like you' thing,' he says, looking serious and dejected. 'that was not my intention.'

that's when you notice them. beautiful, white and green. seungkwan held flowers behind his back, hiding them like little kids do. it's an adorable sight, it swells your heart until it grows too big for your chest. your silence doesn't deter seungkwan as he goes on: 'i won't take my words back, i do like you. but i am sorry if i were too direct.'

ball's on your side and it'd be really good to say something right now. weirdly enough all thoughts - even the negative and mean ones, the ones that tear you down and make you feel worthless - fly out of your head and you can't concentrate on anything apart from those flowers. you were pretty sure that they were for you and just- no one ever gifted you flowers before. never. the urge to receive them, to hold them in your hands is so strong, it makes you blink and look up at seungkwan, only one question falling from your lips: 'you brought me flowers?'

seungkwan chokes on his words and wordlessly nods, quickly handing them to you. with awe and feeling like you're accepting something very important and big, you take the flowers from his hands, pulling them closer. they smell like spring rain, like the butterflies in your stomach, like all your hopes growing big. flower stems itch between your fingers but you don't mind it at all. 'i- these are not like 'i'm sorry' flowers, by the way. these are more 'i appreciate you' flowers.' you turn to seungkwan in surprise and he fumbles with words, getting shy. 'does that make sense? i mean, i'm not giving them to you so you'd forgive them, i wanted to give you flowers cause...'

he drifts off but you know what he wanted to say. cause it looks like you've never been given them before. and that would be the truth. you almost say it for him when he adds: 'cause i just wanted to. you do so much, you help me so much and i wanted to let you know that i appreciate it. i thought flowers would be good but now..' he scratches back of his neck unsurely. 'now it seems like a bad idea.'

you shake your head, unable to hide your smile. cause i just wanted to. what if... what if there's a tiny, super tiny chance that all of your thoughts shouting at you and calling you unworthy for him are not true? what if universe favors you, what if you are her favorite and she sent seungkwan for you specifically? 'you like me,' you say, not question. seungkwan looks surprised but nods nonetheless. and nods so confidently that your doubts start to crumble. 'why?'

it's not a question to get praise for an answer. you're not fishing for compliments and seungkwan knows it. he smiles, shaking your head. 'you are so attentive to everyone else but so blind for your own self, it actually is concerning,' he mutters quietly but you still hear him. seungkwan takes a breath: 'i like you because you are caring, and smart, and kind. and you always help me and others, and i don't know, you are funny and did i say kind already?'

this feels like a dream. you listen to him and he lists those things that are not about you, they can't be about you - it's more like seungkwan is describing himself. but he is not cruel, you remind yourself, and he is not a liar. seungkwan really does mean it all about you and your heart might burst from all the emotions.

'and i don't want to seem shallow and sound like i'm looking only at physicality, but i mean, appereance one you're reaaally easy on the eye-' he suddenly stops, alert. '- is everything okay?'

there's moisture on your cheeks and with a loud squeak you realize that you're crying. hurrying up to wipe the tears, you press flowers right up your face and their smell invades your nose. spring rain. butterflies in your stomach. hope. seungkwan looks mildly terrified and you take a steadying breath, trying to calm down. it's shameful to start crying from that but tears actually felt good. 'i was not lying,' he suddenly says, stepping closer. 'but i can stop if it's too much.'

seungkwan's so considerate that it makes your heart ache. 'i know you weren't lying,' you say just to put him at ease. 'sorry that i got so emotional-'

'no, don't apologize,' he interrupts, carefully reaching out to wipe few tears himself. 'you're feeling okay?'

you listen to yourself intently: are you okay? there's no war of anxiety vs logic happening inside, so you're experiencing any stress. it's actually rather rare for you to feel as peaceful as you do right now. 'i'm fine,' you hear yourself say and it's true. and then, making eye contact with seungkwan, you say in an unexpected wave of bravery: 'thank you. for flowers and those words. no one... no one ever said anything like this before. or gave me flowers.'

seungkwan's face is carefully blank but before you still noticed spark of surprise and bewilderment as if notion of no one giving you flowers or telling you these words seemed incomprehensible to him. 'i...' he starts, carefully eyeing you. 'i can help you like you help me.'

'help me with what?' you ask quietly already knowing the answer.

'to be kinder to yourself,' he responds. 'you'll see yourself through my eyes and that image will crush all the doubts you have in your head about yourself.'

maybe universe loves you in reality. because how else can you explain seungkwan's existence in your life? feeling this kind of peace is so rare for you and you crave that feeling all the time. what if seeing yourself from his eyes is exactly what you need?

'okay,' you breathe out before you can change your mind.

seungkwan lights up and nods. 'okay,' he agrees readily.

maybe seungkwan came right at the moment when you needed him the most. came with flowers that smell like spring rain, and butterflies in the stomach, and hope.

a/n: i wrote this down in one sitting and i'm sorry if this got too sad, but i hope by the end of it all of you are smiling. thank you for reading this! - nini

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deekaye · 1 month

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Two old friends meet again…

"Hi," he said, a soft smile playing on his lips as he met her gaze.

"Hello," she replied, her eyes lighting up with a spark of recognition, a wave of joy washing over her.

Two old friends, their faces weathered by time, found themselves reunited once more, greeted by the warm embrace of familiarity. As they exchanged pleasantries, a rush of nostalgia flooded their hearts, transporting them back to the cherished memories they once shared.

Their smiles mirrored each other's, evoking a sense of comfort in the rediscovery of a bond that time had failed to diminish. Memories, like old photographs, flickered in their minds, resurrecting the innocence of youth and the whispers of a love yet to be understood.

"How have you been?" he inquired, taking a sip of his coffee, a gesture reminiscent of their past encounters.

"I'm fine," she answered, her voice carrying the weight of experience, yet laced with a newfound sense of contentment. "Living my dream job has its challenges, but I've learned that life's hurdles only make the journey more fulfilling."

His heart swelled with pride at her resilience, her determination echoing the spirit he had always admired in her. "I'm glad to hear that you're happy," he confessed, his gaze softening with admiration.

She smiled, a radiant expression that transported him back to simpler times, when their connection felt effortless and unburdened by the passage of time. It was as if she had unlocked a hidden chamber of his heart, flooding it with warmth and familiarity.

Somewhere in the recesses of their shared history, they had unknowingly planted the seeds of a love that had stood the test of time. Now, as they stood on the precipice of possibility, they found themselves yearning for more than just fond memories.

"Well, I'm trying, but…" she trailed off, her vulnerability laid bare before him, a silent plea for understanding.

In that moment, he realized that their hearts beat in harmony, their desires intertwined like the tendrils of ivy reaching for the sun. "I think… having you beside me would make it all the more joyful," she confessed, her voice trembling with emotion.

Her eyes met his, a silent exchange of hopes and dreams that transcended the spoken word. With a tender smile, he acknowledged her plea, his heart overflowing with love and acceptance.

As they basked in the glow of newfound understanding, a sense of serenity washed over them, like two ships finding safe harbor in the storm. Perhaps, in this fleeting moment, they had stumbled upon the magic they had longed for all along.

"Then… can I be with you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

She didn't need to reply, for her smile said it all. In that shared moment of clarity, they embraced the promise of a future filled with love and possibility.

Maybe this time, it would be the love they had been searching for all along. Maybe now, they could transcend the boundaries of friendship and embark on a journey of discovery together. With her back in his life, everything felt right, as if the universe had conspired to bring them together once more.

As they gazed into each other's eyes, a sense of peace settled over them, their hearts entwined in a dance as old as time itself.

Maybe.. this time, love won't end.

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seungkwanhey · 16 days

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Gently | Boo Seungkwan

Synopsis: Seungkwan gets his routinely subby sex.

Pairing: sub baby!seungkwan x mommy!reader

Word count: 600+

Genre: SMUT, fluff

Warning(s): smut okay (mdni!!), mommy kink so if you’re not into that pls go away, treating seungkwan like a baby, all of this seem very tame tho, handjob, neck kisses

Visuals: link

It’s a miracle you ever found someone who complements your desires. For you, that was Seungkwan giving into all your commands while you maintained being gentle with him. You felt yourself in control every time that you dictated everything in the bed room. Tonight was no different from the other times that you spent the night over at Seungkwan’s apartment.

“Go on, baby,” you watched Seungkwan push his pants down from the edge of the bed - arms crossed, standing, waiting for him to get undressed for you. His weak demeanor in bed is highlighted by the slow and hesitant movements that make you impatient. He knows well enough that riling you up will only make you bossier - a trait that he loves.

You watched him expose his toned body for you to enjoy, feeling himself through his underwear, and making eye contact with you the whole time. Seungkwan loves the sight of you lustfully staring at him. The outline of his already hard cock was visible through his tight underwear, and the slow stroking of his pretty hand accentuated it. “Am I doing it right, mommy?” begging for your approval, making you snap out of your gaze.

“Stroke your cock for me please,” you asked him keeping your eyes on his crotch. You could feel your clit throbbing just watching him play with himself in front of you, being a good boy. Seungkwan rubbed himself with his underwear on, limiting your view on his cock and his hand. You could only see his jerking motion, but you could feel yourself getting hornier as he goes on.

Seungkwan let out gentle whimpers, enjoying being watched, but he definitely wanted more. “Mommy…” he whispered through his moans “can I remove my underwear please? I want you to make me feel good.” It drives you crazy knowing that he wants you touching him and making him feel pleasured.

You crawled into bed and ran your hands through his thighs before hooking your fingers into his underwear. Seungkwan released a whimper as you released his cock, and he looked at you with eyes begging to be touched. His tip was pink from all the blood rushing into his cock, and you watched it twitch as you hovered your hand over it. “Can mommy touch you?” He nodded swiftly. “Are you going to be a good boy and cum for mommy?” He nodded again, feeling needier for you. “How does my baby like being touched?” You asked him, signaling him that you’re about to place your hand wherever he wanted it to be on.

He lets out a frustrated but polite instruction for you to just stroke him off; he added, “please,” a second after telling you what he wanted to cushion any questioning you might have about who’s in charge.

You smile at him in response and spit on your hand, keeping your eyes in contact. You bend down to the crook of his neck to give him soft kisses and gently wrap your fingers around his cock. “Mommy…” he moans again for you, signaling you that he enjoys exactly what you’re doing to him.

Between your kisses and the stroking, you could feel him tensing up. “Cum for me, baby,” you say in between kisses. Seungkwan’s breathing grew shorter at your instruction, you could hear him trying to form sentences. It was a repeated attempt at saying your name and “mommy;” he switched between the two inching his climax.

You watched as he scrunched his face, releasing his thick ropes of cum on his tummy. His cock continued to twitch releasing every bit of cum left as you continued to jerk him off. “Thank you,” he panted, pulling you closer, and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“Anything for you, baby,” you smile back at him, knowing he will follow anything you say after he settles down.

A/N: AGAIN this is my first time doing this so please be kind. But also lemme know if youre interested in knowing like the other end of being pleased by this subby kwan AAAAA

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miraclewoozi · 2 months

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congrats on 500 followers! 🥳🥳🥳 may i request seungkwan & angst prompt «am i supposed to just let you go?»

TIL DEATH DO US PART. -b.sk

500 follower party <3 ( accepting until 14th March ! )

pair : bsk x gn!reader. prompt : " am i supposed to just let you go? " wc : ~900. warnings : zombie apocalypse au. implied character death/'turning' and mentions of death by being bitten and also slightest implications of murder. blood. gore/body horror. angst. please drop me a line if i've forgotten anything.

You’ve never known pain like this.

From the middle of your bicep all the way down your left arm, every inch of flesh is burning. Your hand is a dead-weight, anchored to the metal floor beneath you with the thrum of the infection working its way through your veins. Seeping into your muscles, pulsing through to your erratic heart, already winding into the depths of your brain. Dust and grit scratch your eyes every time you blink and the tears welling up in them do nothing to soothe your abraded corneas. You’re weak. Fading. Clammy, feverish…

But Seungkwan, beaten and bruised yet somehow otherwise okay — most importantly, unbitten —, begging on his knees in front of you?

That’s somehow what hurts the most.

“I’m not leaving you,” he says for the third time, swallowing back his own tears. You know anger is a symptom and you're consumed with the need to ask him why he’s fighting this, why he's being stupid, why he won't just leave. But even quicker than the frustration was able to build up, it ebbs away: a droplet falls from the corner of his eye and makes a solitary path down the side of his face, distractedly silencing you before the words come out. You watch it cut through the ever-present layer of dirt no one can quite seem to scrub off before it clings to his jawline. Then, it continues to roll down his neck, mixing with the dried blood surrounding a day-old cut and turning from grey to pink, before it finally reaches its destination, disappearing into the shredded collar of his old t-shirt. “I can’t— I can’t do this without you—”

“You have the others,” you tell him with a shudder. Your head feels a thousand tonnes. Even your eyelids are weighing you down.

He doesn’t have all the others, though. Not like he used to. When you first met Seungkwan he was with twelve other men: his band of unlikely brothers. A found family, navigating their way through hell with a few beat up guitars, a janky old radio and a can-do attitude. Four of them are gone now. Two to the virus. Two… otherwise.

And now, he’s going to lose you too. Lucky number five.

“I can’t—”

But as much as this will be hurting him now, he isn’t going to be alone once it happens. He won't believe you if you say it, but even as you fight through the fog you know you need to convince him that it's true.

“You have to,” you grimace. “You know I’m not still going to be me when—”

“Don’t say it,” he snaps, standing up to his feet and pressing his long fingers into his scruffy hair.

“Seungkwan—”

“What— am I supposed to just let you go?”

You hold your breath as he starts to cry for real. He’s shaking, head to foot, and the scuff of heavy boots just outside the door tells you his friends have heard him raise his voice. You hear the handle start to squeak, but he desperately calls out for them to stop. No one comes in, but you’re sure they’re still waiting out there on their haunches. You can't blame them.

He manages to pace back and forth six times before the next wave of scorching agony crashes through you. You stiffen. Your toes curl. It pulls the fingers of your working hand into a fist and you can hardly even manage to breathe through it. But before you can so much as blink, Seungkwan is right back on your level, crouched with one hand on your cheek and the other curling around your good forearm. It feels like he’s covered in very fine, very hot pins and they’re all piercing your fragile skin, but the gentle pressure gives you something else to focus on: with gritted teeth, you manage a tiny smile.

It's not a good thing that the pain starts to subside, that your extremities start to go numb. You know that. So must he.

“I won’t be the one who hurts you,” you say, chest stuttering every time you try to take a breath even when the stiffness eases and your limbs turn to jelly. “Please — you can’t let me—”

“I love you,” Seungkwan chokes, tears falling freely, snot dribbling from his nose. “I’m going to love you forever. Just— just like we said—”

“I know,” you nod, closing your eyes to the feeling of his cool forehead pressing against your own. His hand travels up your arm, over your shoulder, resting at the curve of your neck. “For better, for worse.”

He laughs weakly, the musk on his breath ten times stronger than usual.

“In… in sickness and in health,” he continues, mumbling through the long kiss he presses to your prickling temple before he forces himself to pull away. Another involuntary spasm from you is apparently the catalyst that brings him to his senses and Seungkwan seems to realise he doesn’t have much time left before it happens. It registers that there really is nothing he can do, not when you no longer even have the strength to pull your lids back open.

You think you hear him say he's sorry, but his heavy, defeated footsteps are the last thing you hear as fear starts to roll in. There’s a creak as the door swings open on its hinges, and a harsh clang that follows: you jump, even as your mind grows cold and distant and everything starts to go dark.

There's a click. The lock. Then a deafening cry: a frustrated, angry sob, and a set of fists slam once against the door that now serves as your prison.

I'll waste away in here, you think.

Maybe that's the virus talking.

Maybe it's not.

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gamerwoo · 10 months

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[SVT Imprinted] Seungkwan: Found Family

Characters: Seungkwan x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, college au, angst, vaguely tiny bits of fluff if you squint really hard and tilt ur head to the right, lots of mentions of reader’s family so if that ruins ur immersion i’m sorry lmao, reader was disowned and it talks about that a lot, lots of mentions of the skz pack in the beginning so bang chan is referred to as chris to avoid confusion, there’s a lot of reader not talking and it’s pretty faye-focused but it’s bc it’s alluding to backstory i’m sorry </3

Word count: 3,838

Summary: Seungkwan is the only member of the pack who has yet to imprint, but he’s always wondered if maybe he already did and just didn’t realize because of a strange feeling he has toward someone else in the pack. But when you randomly show up out of the blue on his doorstep with your brother, everything finally clicks. Unfortunately, his chances of being with you are slim to none and heavily depend on Faye.

a/n: dialogue in bold is in english!! also i don’t have the original request for seungkwan but this was requested and it’s finally happening and i can finally live in peace now <3

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For the longest time, Seungkwan was keeping a secret. He had an odd draw to one of the mates ever since she was brought into the pack. It wasn’t like he imprinted on her, but he felt something...different toward her. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he was starting to wonder if he did actually imprint on her. But he thought the pull would’ve been stronger. So then what was it?

Whatever it was, Seungkwan started ignoring it after a while. It just became...a thing. It was something he felt but didn’t really think of anymore. And it was something he kind of had to get over anyway considering the girl in question had a literal family now with his brother.

It was a secret he was going to take to his grave.

Well, him and Hansol and Kira would take to their graves because they were the only two that he’d confided in. Hansol was usually only half-listening anyway, and he was often forgetful. On top of that, he wasn’t into gossip, and neither was his mate.

So the three of them would take that secret to their graves.

Seungkwan had driven home after another long day of classes that started early, but at least he got out shortly after noon time. He entered the house to see Chris, Changbin, Jamie, and a few members of his own pack sitting in the living room together as Changbin held Faye and Wonwoo’s daughter in their arms.

“She’s so tiny,” Changbin whispered, so Seungkwan assumed the little girl was asleep. “Are all babies this tiny?”

“Well, have you seen Wonwoo?” Jeonghan asked with a chuckle. “Guy’s a beanpole.”

“Can we wake up one of the other babies?” Chris asked with a chuckle. “I wanna hold one. Stop hogging her, Bin.”

“Hey,” Seungkwan finally spoke up, making the five wolves -- and Jamie -- in the living room look up at him. “Why’d they let you guys hold Sonny? They basically never put her down.”

“Faye really wanted to take a shower, and Wonwoo’s trying to make sure all of his work is finished before graduation at the end of the semester,” Soonyoung explained. “We’re babysitting!”

A tiny cry suddenly filled the room, and all eyes went straight to the baby in Changbin’s arms. Of course, Changbin looked terrified, thinking he’d done something wrong, but Jeonghan was quick to take the baby from him and assure him it was nothing.

“I think she’s hungry,” Seokmin spoke up.

“Me too, Sonny,” Chris sighed, sitting back against the couch. He said Elsie was still recovering, and he was trying to help Seungmin with the whole process, so he was overtired, overworked, and basically had no time to just sit down and eat something that wasn’t a protein bar. “Me too…”

Jeonghan went to the kitchen to take care of the baby with Soonyoung following him just to be near Sonny, while Seokmin stayed in the living room with Chris, Changbin, and Changbin’s mate. Seungkwan sighed and walked deeper into the living room and sat down in one of the empty chairs, setting his backpack on the ground with a soft grunt.

“You look pretty stressed. How’s Elsie these days?” Seungkwan asked, eyeing the younger alpha. “Is she less...hostile?”

Chris shrugged, “I am less stressed now that her and Seungmin are together all the time, but I guess she’s been taking these drugs that Yoongi gave them to help her with the pain. Seungmin said they’re making her kind of loopy, so she has sweet moments and then goes back to her old self.”

“At least they’re together,” Seungkwan shrugged. “From what we’ve been told, that’s big for them.

“Yeah, she’s not pushing him away anymore,” Changbin agreed, laying back against the couch and letting his hand find Jamie’s on his left. “Plus, with all the time they’re together, maybe she’ll finally officially accept him.”

“Didn’t she take a literal bullet for him?” Seokmin laughed softly. “That seems like an acceptance to me.”

“Elsie is Elsie, and she would still try to play it off like it’s nothing,” Chris sighed, his head resting against the back of the chair as he ran his fingers through his hair. “She just has...mental barriers she needs to work through, I think. Instinctual ones, too. But honestly, it’s not my place to psychoanalyze her.”

"Y’know what really sucks?” Changbin began with a chuckle, looking toward his alpha. “Minho rooming with Jeongin.”

“No, that sucks for Jeongin,” Chris corrected with his own laugh. “I’m just glad he didn’t come back to our place.”

A soft knock at the front door barely even interrupted their conversation. They did pause as they heard Wonwoo from all the way upstairs call, “I’ll get it!” but they went straight back to their conversation, not thinking much of it even though he was busy. The four of them continued to talk about Chris’ pack’s new living situations, up until they heard a low, soft growl.

The four wolves sat straight up, and Changbin leaned forward and put his arm over Jamie protectively. None of them sensed danger, but they knew there must’ve been a reason for Wonwoo’s reaction. They saw just in time as Jeonghan sprinted down the hallway toward the front door, so three of them got up to go see if he needed any help while Changbin stayed with Jamie.

But upon entering the hall and looking over to the open front door, all they saw was–

“Why the fuck are we doing this?” you mumbled, eyebrows furrowed low and your eyes on your feet as you walked down the long, winding driveway.

“You’re the one who agreed to leave when I mentioned the idea to you,” your brother reminded you with a chuckle.

“No, Auntie had to convince me to come,” you told him in a grumble. “You know how I feel about seeing Lila again...”

You didn’t see the way Lukas rolled his eyes, but you heard him scoff, “Do you know how often Faye asked about you? She misses you. She just... Look, you know how mom and dad were. And we were kids, _____.”

“That doesn’t excuse anything,” you stated, hot tears already wanting to form in your eyes.

You hated thinking about your past. You hated thinking about what your family did to you. As far as you were concerned, your only family was your Aunt Marcia who took you in without question, and your twin brother who kept in contact with you despite your parents’ decision to kick you out and cut off all contact.

Looking at Lukas now compared to you now, you couldn’t believe the two of you were twins. Obvious things about you had changed, but your faces used to be identical when you were kids. Now, you still looked similar, but you definitely weren’t twins. He’d even gotten taller than you.

“I know, I know,” Lukas nodded, placing a warm hand at the top of your back and rubbing big circles. He wanted to diffuse the situation before the two of you got to the door, and you knew that. So you just let him since you were already here and he was the only person you had in the entire country. “But maybe we can fix things, yeah?”

Lukas did have a point in the beginning: you agreed to come here. When he told you about the failed baby shower and mentioned he felt like he had to go after his newly-estranged sister, your aunt convinced you to go with him. You were against seeing Lila -- or Faye, as she now went by -- ever again, but like Lukas did with you, he wanted to go behind his family’s back and reach out to her. Only this time, it made a bigger difference.

When Lukas was a kid who would secretly write you notes and letters and hand-deliver them into Aunt Marcia’s mailbox, his parents never knew so he couldn’t get in trouble. There were a couple times that they had an idea he was going behind their back, like when he’d gotten a phone and was texting someone under the name you’d given yourself, but they never outright called him out for anything. He never got in trouble, but he knew they were suspicious and treated him differently because of it. But with Faye, everything broke. Lukas went off about how they not only treated Faye, but how they treated you years ago. He finally exploded, and his parents gladly let him walk out with the promise he could never come back. But Lukas was perfectly happy with that.

So he went to Aunt Marcia’s like you did, and he said he was going to go to Faye’s all the way in another country. And because Aunt Marcia wanted you to at least have some family, she urged you to go. She knew Lukas always cared about you and loved you, and she ‘had a feeling’ that Lila was the same way.

For some reason, you let yourself be convinced even though you weren’t even sure if you were ready to face your sister. Especially now that so much had changed, not just with you but with her. You were almost a completely different person now, and Lila was now a mom.

Did that make you an aunt now or did it not count since you were estranged?

Lukas paused, so you did, too. You finally lifted your head to see the house was only a couple yards in front of you. You had no time to think about the aunt dilemma.

Or anything, really.

“You ready?” he asked, smiling at you reassuringly and reaching down to give your hand a squeeze.

“Absolutely not,” you breathed.

“Perfect,” he grinned, “me neither.”

With that, he led you up to the door, your hands clammy and your knees wobbly and your heart thumping loudly, and he knocked.

You. You, with the most terrified look on your face as you stood halfway behind a guy who looked very similar to you and had almost the same underlying scent. You, with the prettiest eyes that were wide as you leaned away from the growling werewolf in front of you. You, who despite not seeing Seungkwan, stole his attention completely.

You were all he could see.

His heartbeat was picking up as the rest of the world seemed to be blocked out as he just stared at you, cowering from Wonwoo.

Wait, you were cowering from Wonwoo.

Seungkwan let out a warning growl of his own, which immediately had everyone involved wondering what the fuck he was getting defensive for. Even Jeonghan had turned his head as he gripped Wonwoo’s shoulders, giving his brother a confused look.

And then it all clicked.

“Won, you might wanna lay off,” Jeonghan warned, trying to tug Wonwoo away from you in the doorway. When that did nothing, his turned to call over his shoulder, “Hey, Faye! You better get down here!”

So Faye came rushing down because of the urgency of Jeonghan’s voice. She was still drying her hair with a towel, but she was dressed in cotton shorts and a t-shirt. She took the stairs as quickly as she could – which wasn’t quick at all since she was still recovering from being pregnant – before gasping and dropping the towel when she saw the scene before her, running toward Wonwoo.

“Wonwoo, what the fuck is your–” Faye froze when she slipped passed the small crowd of wolves, staring wide-eyed at you. “Lukas?! …_____?”

Lukas relaxed a bit in front of you seeing your sister. He was brave as hell keeping himself between you and all the men in the doorway -- you still didn’t really believe him when he said they were werewolves -- but now he seemed to calm down as if somehow Faye would protect both of you.

“Hey, sis,” he chuckled a little awkwardly.

“Sis?” Jeonghan repeated.

Chris’ eyes went wide, ”Sis…?”

“Wha–” Faye titled her head to one side, stepping around Wonwoo, who only grabbed at her waist to protect her. “What are you doing here?”

“…I didn’t like how things happened back at home,” he admitted with an awkward shrug. Despite him relaxing now that Faye was here, he still felt incredibly uncomfortable, and you could tell. It wasn’t helping your nerves, either. “I didn’t agree with anything that happened, but–”

“Then why didn’t you ever speak up?” your sister snapped, glaring up at you. “Why did you just let them disown me like that?”

“I could say the same thing to you,” you spoke up without thinking. Your own anger and betrayal got the best of you, and your words came out in a passive-aggressive mumble.

But Faye heard it, and she stayed silent.

At least for a moment as she looked at you. She hadn’t seen you in years, and you looked so different from the last time she had -- obviously. You could see tears start to well in her eyes, but she wiggled her nose and looked down at the ground for a second before taking a deep breath and looking back at Lukas with a nod.

“So...what happened?” she asked, her voice softer now.

"What do you think happened?” he chuckled. “I got the boot, too. Thank god for Aunt Marcia, right?”

Faye laughed softly and nodded, “Yeah, she’s always been so different from mom.”

Seungkwan only vaguely knew about what happened back in America when Faye, Wonwoo, and Minghao went to visit. Nobody really spoke about it, but Wonwoo was rushing around behind Faye’s back trying to plan a proposal because he ‘wanted to change her name sooner rather than later’. They had an inkling, too, that shit hit the fan since Faye was pretty depressed for a while after coming home, and they could often hear her crying in her room. But obviously nobody was going to ask.

But her brother had no confirmed it for them.

“I came back to say I’m sorry,” he continued, looking back up at your sister so she’d know he was sincere. “I’d still be sorry even if they didn’t disown me. I wanted to work things out with you. I still wanna be your brother.”

Faye’s eyes drifted toward you and you swallowed a lump in your throat, “I doubt that’s the case for you, right?”

You knew Faye always had a soft spot for Lukas, and you were kind of hoping that could be used to your advantage and you could just kind of slip by like his shadow without having to confront her or anything else. But you should’ve known that she’d ask questions considering you’d been avoiding her since middle school.

“Hey,” Lukas stepped in the way of her line of sight, getting her to focus back on him, “could we...not do that right now? Definitely another time soon, but...maybe not...now.”

He was gesturing with his head to the audience behind her, and she sighed and nodded, “Yeah, you’re right. Um...you guys can just come in, if you want.”

“Who are they, exactly?” Soonyoung asked quietly, never having a filter.

As Faye turned to face the small crowd in the doorway, she gestured to you and Lukas, “This is my younger brother, Lukas. And my...” she turned her head to look at you, seeming to wonder if she was supposed to introduce you as her sister or not.

All you did was stare back at her, not even knowing what was being said.

“My...s-sister..._____.”

And then Seungkwan finally realized what it was about Faye that kept drawing him in, “Sister…”

“Like...the _____?” Soonyoung asked.

Wonwoo jabbed him in the gut with his elbow

He vaguely heard Chris whisper to Jeonghan that he was gonna grab Changbin and Jamie and leave out the back to let the pack sort everything out, but he was too in shock to really process much of anything around him. He didn’t even hear the apology Wonwoo offered before promising it was totally safe for you and your brother to come in, and they’d start making dinner or something.

And when your eyes finally met his, oh boy, was he gone.

You felt this strange, intense feeling when you saw him. It was like if love at first sight was a thing. It was a feeling like when you had a crush on someone in school and you would find every little excuse to see them or be around them.

As if seeing your estranged sister wasn’t enough, but now you suddenly had some intense crush on one of the guys she lived with.

A werewolf, you reminded yourself.

As Jeonghan closed the door and turned to look at Soonyoung, who was staring at Seungkwan as he watched you walk by, the older wolf mumbled with concern, “This should be interesting.”

“So where are you staying?” Faye asked.

You were letting Lukas do all the talking. You were painfully anxious and uncomfortable, and he already knew you would be. He took the lead without you having to say anything.

“Just some hotel,” he shrugged. “It’s not too far away.”

“Is that your long term plan?” she chuckled.

You were thankful not many people entered the kitchen. You were already pretty terrified and full of anxiety, and having to see and deal with so many strangers would’ve made it worse.

What you didn’t know was that all of the wolves in the house could sense your anxiety and stayed hidden away and just listened in on the conversation.

Seungkwan also stayed hidden, sitting in the living room while a few of his brother sat there and chuckled at him because they knew what had happened. Word traveled fast in the house.

“For now, we’re visiting,” Lukas explained. “We’re here for a week and a half and then we’re going back home.”

In the living room, Seungkwan’s heart sank. Like Faye, he assumed you’d run away from home to a different country, maybe hoping you could crash with her or something. You were only here for a week and a half? What was he supposed to do with that? Confess within that time frame? That seemed insane! But letting you leave with the possibility of never seeing you again was equally as crazy.

“When you said you got kicked out, you made it seem like you were moving here,” Faye frowned.

“You think we can afford to drop everything and move?” he snorted.

“No, but Auntie Marcia probably could,” she joked. “She has that child therapist money.”

You let out a snort, and in that instant, the tension seemed to melt at least a little bit. Faye smiled at you even though you were still staring at the table as you slouched in your seat, and then she looked to Lukas who seemed far too happy that you’d done the bare minimum. But to be fair, he didn’t expect you to really have any sort of good interaction with Faye at all, so he had to celebrate the little wins.

“Well, I appreciate you guys coming to find me,” she changed the subject back, “but, honestly, talking here is kind of difficult. These guys can hear everything, so I think we should, like, get lunch or something.”

Honestly, you understood, but you were still a little salty that your sister wasn’t going to say anything to you about what happened. Not even a vague apology or nothing. After years of no contact, she just brushed over it like it was nothing. It hurt. It stung. It made you angry and upset.

“Yeah, we can do that,” Lukas nodded. “Not like we really have much going on, so just let us know when you’re free.”

“Honestly, I’d prefer sooner rather than later,” Faye said, but her eyes were on you. You glanced up at her when you felt her looking at you. “I really owe you an apology, _____. It’s been way too long. So...yeah, probably within the next couple days if that’s okay.”

You didn’t say anything, just nodded and looked back down at the table.

“Yeah, whatever works with your schedule,” Lukas nodded casually like you were making simple lunch plans and not plans to probably trauma dump absolutely all of your family history. “I mean, you have...a literal baby now.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I forgot to show you Sonny!” Faye gasped, suddenly standing up from her seat.

“Let’s do that at lunch, love,” Wonwoo told her, gently grabbing her arm and pulling her back to her seat. “It’s getting late, anyway, and I think all of this was enough excitement today.”

“Yeah, we’ve got time to meet her,” Lukas smiled. “We’ll get going, though. Just, y’know, text if you need us.”

As Wonwoo and Faye showed you and Lukas out, chaos began to erupt inside the house. Members of the pack rushed down the stairs to Seungkwan and began bombarding him. Finally, the entire pack had imprinted, but Seungkwan’s case was much more sensitive.

And you were only here for a week and a half. A week and a half for you and Faye to somehow fix whatever happened between you or he didn’t stand a chance either way. But he didn’t even know the whole story so he couldn’t even try to help if he wanted to.

“Guess we’re keeping it in the family, huh?” Soonyoung joked with a wide grin, trying to lighten the mood.

But Faye and Wonwoo had come back into the house, and the new mom had heard the comment, asking, “What does that mean?”

On top of everything else, now there was a new task: admitting to Faye that Seungkwan had imprinted on you, her sister who her and her family had abandoned.

Wonwoo caught onto the vibe in the room as everyone seemed to look around, wondering what to do or say. He held onto Faye’s waist and said, “Sonny needs us upstairs.”

He knew she wouldn’t let it go by the way she said, “Oh...kay...” and gave Soonyoung one last confused glance before letting Wonwoo lead her upstairs.

Then the pack was looking at Seungkwan again, who was figuratively shitting bricks as he sat on the couch and took in absolutely everything that his current situation had going against him. You and Faye had a rocky relationship -- so rocky that your relationship was basically non-existent -- you were only here for less than two weeks so that was the time frame for you two to somehow fix whatever was wrong -- he still didn’t know how deep that situation actually went so he didn’t know if it could be fixed -- and for him to confess to you when you didn’t even really meet him, and he had to tell Faye that he imprinted on her estranged sister.

Fate hated him. Fate hated him so goddamn much.

Jihoon let out a sigh and pat his shoulder, “Well, good luck, buddy.”

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belovedseungkwan · 6 months

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a random 4 am thought but seungkwan is so "reunited childhood friends to lovers" trope 😭😭

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drmflm · 1 year

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summary: one day, you decide to treat yourself to get your nails done. little do you know, you’re in for a huge upheaval in your life—filled with so much comfort, patience, and paper cranes. And it’s all because of that purple-eyed nail tech.

pairing: nail tech!seungkwan x gn!reader

wordcount: 2.0k

genre: fluff, barely-there angst

au: nail salon, origami, low fantasy

rating: pg-13

warnings: mentions of an ex, mentions of revenge (but it’s for comedic effect), brief frustration

note: i had so much fun writing this one! (it’s totally not inspired by my new nails hehe) i hope you enjoy! and pls comment your guesses for what you think seungkwan and the reader are! i’d love to see them

The bell jingled, signalling your arrival. You smelled antiseptic cleaner and chemicals as soon as you walked in, paying no mind to the few patrons getting their hair or nails done. You heard pieces of conversations as you walked by, and the sound of low chatter was near-constant background noise which added to the salon’s entire ambience. When you reached the front counter, the receptionist gave you a welcoming smile, before sliding his glasses up his nose and directing you to sit down.

You looked around aimlessly as you waited, eavesdropping on some conversations happening around you. After a while you got tired of doing that, so you started drumming your fingers as you watched the clock tick down.

“Y/n?” A voice called out, before a brunette strolled out from behind the counter. You nodded. “Welcome, my name’s Seungkwan. What are we doing today?”

“Gel extensions, and a little nail art,” you replied as you stood up.

He nodded before he directed you to take a seat at his station. He plopped down on the other side of the table, and while he was setting everything up, you looked at all the bottles neatly lined up behind him.

There was everything from hair serums to fake talons and clay polish. You weren’t sure where to look because there was just too much to look at.

“Before we get started, did you have any—sensitivities or preferences I should be aware of?” he asked, reaching for your hand.

You took a moment to think it over before nodding once, “you can just do regular gel nails, as long as there is no glitter, gold, metallics, or precious metals in it.”

You saw a flash of recognition in his eyes as he tried to figure out what you were before he smiled and assured you he would accommodate your preferences. After talking over your chosen colour and shape, he started working diligently as he prepped your nails for the first base coat.

“What made you decide to get your nails done today?” he asked casually, trying to fill the silence with small talk to make you more comfortable.

You just shrugged back, “nothing really. I just thought it’d be cool to have long nails, especially ones with a cool theme or something.”

He made an affirmative hum as he nodded his head, “yeah, I’ve seen some really cool designs in Hongdae. Some people go really crazy with them.”

“Oh yeah, definitely,” you laughed before refocusing on your hands, so they wouldn’t bump into anything, “I’ve seen people with nails as long as a walking cane—“

“Oh man, you wouldn’t even want to see the Guinness World Record for longest nails,” he said with a shiver. “I felt kinda grossed out when I first saw how long they were.”

You grimaced before he quickly changed the subject, chattering about work, and you in turn proceeded to tell him about your own work chronicles and love life.

“Dang, your ex sounds like a jerk,” he muttered as he filed your nails down. “I hope you left him after that.”

“I did, don’t worry,” you replied quickly. “I still feel sad, though. I wish I could’ve gotten revenge on him or something. I know it’s petty, but I just wish I could’ve gotten the last laugh.”

His bottom lip jutted out in concentration before he furrowed his brows and looked at you. “Why not? You can just go to his house and clog all his sinks with origami cranes.”

You blinked at him for a second, “are you serious? Paper cranes? I don’t even know how to fold a piece of paper without ripping it.”

“Maybe it’s time to learn,” he shrugged, before directing you to put your right hand into the dryer once more. “It’s said in Japanese legends that you will receive a wish if you fold a thousand paper cranes by the time you die.”

“What would I even do with all those cranes if I made them?” you muttered to yourself.

“Clog your ex’s sink with them,” Seungkwan replied with a mischievous smirk. “That’s what I did and it worked. All the affection I felt for them disappeared the moment they turned into a literal Godzilla and started smashing things.”

You nodded, “I’ll consider it.”

He smiled, “and if you ever need help folding them, just let me know and I’ll be happy to help.”

You couldn’t hear anything for a moment as you looked at his bright expression, duly nodding along to his words. As he painted little designs on your nails, time was nowhere to be found. The minutes flew by traitorously fast, and you were surprised when he eventually proclaimed them done.

When you checked them over, there was nothing you could find to extend your visit any longer. Your nails looked great—long, but not too long, in a shade that complimented your skin tone and made your hands look bejewelled in colour.

��They look perfect, thank you,” you said at last, before getting up and bowing politely.

“It was my pleasure,” he replied, returning your bow and directing you toward the front counter. “I hope to see you again soon, so you can enrapture me with the continuation of that story.”

He winked at that, before going back to his station and cleaning up. You grinned at that.

“These things are stupid!” you exclaimed, as you failed for the nth time at folding an actual paper crane. You were just about ready to chuck out all the special origami paper in your house out of frustration. No matter how many YouTube tutorials, origami manuals, or lessons you went through, you just couldn’t wrap your head around how to make the beak look like, well, a beak.

“This is stupid, why do I even bother?” you sighed, crumpling up another failed attempt. Why did you even bother? For a cute nail tech? Because you wanted to upset your ex?

Nothing really made sense to you—how could you let a nail tech’s charm and affinity for mischief sway you into doing something so immature and stupid? Maybe he was doing something magically—perhaps he was a goblin or a nine-tailed fox out to wreak havoc in your life.

But something told you he was being genuine. You weren’t sure what it was—maybe it was simply that intuition which came with living so long in a world as unpredictable as this.

You looked back at the crumpled papers messily thrown around your table. It pained you to do this—yet, you trekked on. You searched for another tutorial, following it down to a T, pausing often to make sure everything looked right.

Before you knew it, you had finished a few cranes, not noticing the passing of time. Your new nails made it so easy to fold—they were great for making the folds more defined and crisp.

It was actually quite therapeutic you realized, as you continued to fold and fold, no longer thinking about your frustrations or anything else that was bothering you—like your ex. It was a welcome change, since every time you looked around your apartment, you’d always see all the little things he left behind, and it reminded you of when he left you.

But today, your attention was completely focused on the cranes, which continued to populate your table. They sprawled all over your living room, covering up the tablecloth he gave you, spilling past the rug he bought you on your second anniversary, and overflowing into the flowerpots his mother donated to you when you first moved in…

It was like the space grew homier, as though the missing person who resided in your walls had finally come home. The little cranes greeted you when you came home after a long day, they chased away the loneliness that used to seep into the doorways, along the baseboards, and through the walls.

It was like you had a thousand tiny friends waiting for you, always waiting for you.

Over the next three weeks, your house was completely overflowing with hundreds, if not thousands, of tiny little cranes. You often folded them on your breaks, when you got home from work, or while watching videos in the morning. Soon, you lost count of how many you made because on every vacant surface, there were colourful little cranes waiting for you. You even gave a few to your friends and family thank you gifts. Your friends were surprised, to say the least—nobody ever expected you of all people to enjoy origami.

Safe to say, when you returned to the nail salon to get your nails filled, you had enough paper cranes to fill an entire apartment in the middle of Seoul to the brim. Literally—everywhere you stepped, you somehow managed to step on one of your tiny paper cranes. Every inch of your apartment was crawling with them.

“Ah Y/n, you’re back!” Seungkwan exclaimed once he came out from the back. “How’s it going?”

“Good,” you replied as he set up, “I have an update for you.”

He raised his brows before recognition lit up his eyes as you handed him a purple and green crane. “You made them! How was it?”

You smiled, looking at him warmly, “It really helped, actually. Even if I didn’t trash my ex’s apartment with them, folding them really helped me feel better.”

“I’m glad,” he said warmly, returning your smile.

He started working on your nails, removing the remnants of colour and filing them down to a more manageable length. You two continued to make small talk as he worked, and when you showed him the next design you were looking for, he complimented you on your taste—which made you blush profusely.

“Hey, can I tell you something?” you asked after a moment. He hummed to show he was listening as he painted. “You asked me last time why I got my nails done that day, and I just said that I liked the designs I saw.”

You hesitated for a second before continuing, “Actually, it wasn’t just about the design. I felt really low, and I just couldn’t help but internalize everything my ex said to me when we broke up. I just felt hollow and like I was leading a very meaningless life. He was a part of my hoard, and losing him felt like I lost one of my most priceless treasures. But I don’t know, I just wanted to say thank you?” you took a shaky breath before looking at him. He paused painting for a moment. “You really made me feel better about everything, you even gave me something new to add to my hoard. And I just think that being able to talk about it and fold those cranes really gave me a boost.”

He smiled, “You don’t have to thank me Y/n. I’m glad I could help, but I think a lot of your improvement and growth happened because of you. Please don’t discredit yourself because this is your own achievement. I hope you know that I am proud of you.”

You couldn’t control the tears that slipped out, and he just smiled softly, nodding at your whispered ‘thank you’ before you instinctively reached to wipe them away. But before you could completely pull away, he let go and offered you a tissue. “May I? I don’t wanna wreck your beautiful nails”

You nodded, as he gently reached over to wipe your tears, “You’re gonna be okay Y/n.”

You didn’t need to see the purple in his eyes to truly believe him because you trusted him more than anything, “I know.”

Every fibre of your being agreed—your heart, your brain and most importantly your nails, which (if you looked at them closely enough), showed the fluttering wings of a purple and green, origami crane.

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wonwoonlight · 2 years

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something smooth / boo seungkwan

➝ Reader & Seungkwan (platonic) // feat. a lot of other idols

➝ coffee shop!au // slice of life // fluff // nonidol!au

➝ word count: 2.4k

➝ haven cloud masterlist (can be read as standalone)

➝ What’s playing in Haven Cloud

Seungkwan's the best barista you've ever known and you wish he'd own it already.

Don’t get you wrong. Seungkwan is a very handsome man.

But it’s really not your fault that your first impression of him is one that includes the guy toppling over the basket decoration and almost knocking his head on the counter. Long story short, you really just see him as a brother you need to take care of from time to time regardless of your age.

That said, you’re trying your best to hold back the teasing grin as you see girls gush over him during this workshop. Seungkwan is dashing, and it doesn’t help that he’s very charming with words that people just tend to admire him. But this is different, girls are at awe and some of them aren’t very subtle with their blatant stares. You don’t think those stares are meant to be subtle, too.

Seungkwan sends you a knowing glare from where he’s at, and you shrug innocently, snickering with Jeonghan who’s sitting beside you just to annoy the younger guy who’s demonstrating how to grind coffee beans. The both of you grin sheepishly when Chan reminds you to tone it down because otherwise Seungkwan wouldn’t be able to focus.

“Alright. If that’s clear enough, who wants to try it out first?” Seungkwan offers, his tone low, and you have to stifle a laugh by hiding your face into Jeonghan’s shoulder before Chan actually scolds you. You can’t really explain why, but it’s just funny listening to Seungkwan being this… formal. You love him with all your heart, you really do, but you’re too used to his usual loud, silly self that seeing him cool and serious is a little funny even if you admit he’s very charismatic that way; perhaps even to the point where you almost see him as a man instead of a brother.

“Can I?” A soft voice chimes first, and you see Seungkwan looking almost relieved when he spots the girl who speaks up. She’s fairly focused, you notice since earlier, and you think she’s one of the few people who actually signs up to learn how to make coffee and run the machines instead of coming here to ogle at the three men in your cafe.

It’s really not subtle the way some of them keep on glancing at those men, nor the annoyed glance they throw your way at how close you and Jeonghan are sitting with each other. Jeonghan doesn’t actually have anything to do during workshops, because Chan closes the cafe until lunch to focus on this instead. Though, truthfully, he did ask the older guy to come to attract people. That hyung of his is overly handsome and there’s no way he’s not going to exploit his looks.

Ryujin has the day off because there’s an important exam that she needs to prepare for tomorrow, but you’re sure they would’ve ogled at her too if she’s here. Honestly, sometimes you wonder why Haven Cloud isn’t a hit yet, you thought people would definitely talk once they know how the owner, the pastry chef, and the barista look like, but you suppose the people who come here wants to keep the cafe to their own–hope for the cafe to be their own little place and you’re kind of glad it’s that way.

“Oh, let me,” Seungkwan says carefully after the girl successfully did her task in one go, about to move the filter into the brew head but is failing miserably to fit the tool there. “Don’t panic, you’ll spill the grounded coffee and we don’t want that, do we?”

Jeonghan yelps when your fingers dig the skin of his arm, though whatever annoyance he harbours immediately disperse at the sight of you biting your lip to contain your squeal.

“You look like his mom.” Jeonghan shakes his head before telling you to stop gripping his arm. “Why are you even this excited? Have you never seen him do a workshop?”

“No. Last time he did it I was sick. And, because I’ve never seen so many girls swoon at him this openly. He’s, like, my son.” You match his dramatics, and Chan shushes you again because apparently you both are distracting some of the students. You want to defend yourself by saying the ones distracted are already distracted to begin with because they’re there to see Jeonghan, but Chan looks at you sternly and you pout at that. “Gosh, I know he has his own share of admirers, but it’s a little weird to see people shamelessly stare at him like that.”

You catch Seungkwan’s gaze from behind the counter, pressing his lips together to muffle a triumphant laugh. The jackass probably sees Chan scolding you even though he can’t hear anything from there.

The workshop goes quite peacefully after that, because you decide to tune in and listen to Seungkwan even though you’ve actually got this lesson already–and pretty much exclusively, if you may say so, because Seungkwan needed to train you the basic of running the machines and how to make some basic drinks when you just started working.

“Hi, handsome.” You wink once Seungkwan is close enough, the workshop finally taking a ten minute break, sitting down between you and Jeonghan and forcing you two to move just to be annoying. But of course Jeonghan is unbothered, so it’s really just you who moves to the side and makes way for Seungkwan to sit.

“You’re so annoying.” He rolls his eyes, though there’s really no malice in his voice. You share a laugh with Jeonghan, and you both tease the younger guy on how charismatic he was, teaching girls (and two guys) how to make coffee. Seungkwan pretends to not care about it, though you can tell that he’s fighting a smile and the tips of his ears are getting red from the attention.

“Seriously though, they’re all looking at you with heart eyes.” You nudge at him, and then hover in front of the younger guy to pretend to whisper with Jeonghan even though Seungkwan is literally right there between you two. “Right, Han? I think some of them are looking this way because he’s here with us.”

Jeonghan nods a confirmation, and Seungkwan huffs another sigh of annoyance though his chest bubbles with fondness at the two of you. If he’s to be honest, he’s always liked attention; and he knows with all his heart that the two of you often take turns teasing him to supply that, knowing full well Seungkwan likes it when he’s the center of attention. It’s obvious because the two of you don’t do it as much with Chan and Ryujin even though the two are just as expressive.

“What are you teaching them next?”

“The usual.” He shrugs, cracking his neck from side to side. “Latte. I always follow that route for a one time class.”

“Are they going to learn the famous Boo Seungkwan’s latte? The smoothest coffee known to mankind?” you nudge him annoyingly with a grin, which Jeonghan joins not a second later as you both continue to shower him with praises.

Chan shakes his head in amusement, not understanding how he’s the youngest between you four. For all its worth though, he can’t be more grateful knowing everyone gets along to this extent. “Alright, give it a rest, guys. He needs to continue the workshop in a bit and I don’t want him all red in the face.”

It’s funny, to be honest, because Chan and Seungkwan actually bicker a lot more than one could imagine though it’s all in good heart. But you suppose this is another reminder that Chan is just born to be a leader–he knows when to draw the line and when to let it be; doesn’t really hesitate to voice his concern out loud even if he might be considered as a killjoy at times.

The four of you talk a little after that, wondering if it’s a good idea to open a baking workshop for a change because Jeonghan is… well, Jeonghan. He’s a very good baker, but you’re not sure if he’s fit to lead a workshop. He’s flirty and he likes to joke around with your customers–sometimes a little too much, but the only reason why he gets away with it is because he’s literally Yoon Jeonghan–plus, you’re sure 90% of the applicants would just come to watch him instead of actually learning how to bake.

Seungkwan gets back to his station after that, glaring at you once again when you cheer softly for ‘the world’s smoothest latte’. It’s always fun with Seungkwan, and as much as you tease him, you’re being serious when you say his coffee is probably the best you’ve ever tasted and, as a university student with trouble staying awake, you’ve tasted shit ton of coffee.

He’s a friend who’s very self-assured, but quickly turns abashed the moment you praise him for his talent. It’s the perfectionist in him, you think; it burdens him to know people expect a lot of something that he knows he’s good at. As much as he knows his worth, he’s an even stricter judge when it comes to his own craft.

Well, you’ll never tire to remind him his coffee is probably god tier. Sometimes that’s really all Seungkwan needs to hear.

Listening to Seungkwan talk about steaming milk and how to make latte art to other people feels like watching a lecture–a very interesting one that gets you concentrating even though some stuff just goes past your mind. You can tell how much the guy adores his coffee, how passionate he is and how he actually wishes these people would actually understand what he’s demonstrating and get something out of this course.

He shows them how to make latte arts, and even has it in him to show off his skill by making a bear out of the foam. You roll your eyes at his smirk when people ‘ooh’ at his latte, though deep down you’re just really proud that Seungkwan is owning his skill and showing people what he’s got. Because, frankly, you think he’s been too modest with what he’s got.

You see him gently guide a few students with the machine and then their arts, heart swelling with pride at how professional and in his element Seungkwan looks. Perhaps it has to do with your talk not too long ago.

It kind of hurts to listen to Seungkwan talk about how he thinks he’s not as good as Chan or Jeonghan makes him to be–that it makes him nervous and floods doubts into his head. Seeing him like this, you feel like you can now confidently pick a memory that serves as a reminder someday for Seungkwan that he’s good where he’s at and everything more.

Almost two hours later, you, Seungkwan, and Chan are huddled together on the sofa seat. The workshop has just ended fifteen minutes ago, and Seungkwan is lying on your lap as you play with his ear because it’s something that has always helped him relax. Chan sits on the sofa across you while Jeonghan is in the kitchen to get some freshly baked pastries for Seungkwan.

“You’ve worked hard.” You tug on his ear lightly, making the guy whine. He’s been standing for almost two hours straight, and now that the rush of teaching other people about coffee has finally left his body, the exhaustion catches up and he claims he can’t really feel his legs–hence the position you find yourself in. “You were very cool, you know? Never thought I’d say it out loud.”

He pouts at your words, though you know he understands what you’re trying to say. Chan is going through the feedbacks the students left, and you laugh as you see Seungkwan hides his face in your middle at the constant praises Chan is reading out loud.

“This one says ‘I really like the way Seungkwan explains things passionately. It didn’t feel like a workshop at all. I actually applied because I had nothing to do and came across the ad on Instagram, but I’m glad I came. I got to learn a lot and he’s very handsome too ;) Totally makes it easy to concentrate. Will he be making my drink if I come as a customer?’. Cherrie, have you been counting how many of these have called Seungkwan handsome?” Chan asks teasingly, making Seungkwan buries his face even deeper to your stomach.

“Ah, I think I’m about to lose my title as the Handsome Chef,” Jeonghan joins in effortlessly, telling Seungkwan to get up and eat the croissant because they need to open the cafe in a bit. “But it’s okay. I think Handsome Barista has a better ring to it. And because it’s Seungkwan, I will gladly step down from the title.”

You laugh at how warm his neck feels, immediately telling the guys about it only to have Seungkwan get up from your lap and huff at you guys for picking at him the whole day. You giggle at his pout, though he bites into the pastry anyway and hums in appreciation. You scoot closer to lay your head on his shoulder, taking a bite when Seungkwan offers the delicacy to your lips.

Jeonghan and Chan get back to the kitchen not long after that to get ready, though not before ensuring Seungkwan it’s okay for him to rest some more because they still have about 30 minutes to go and he’s basically been working since morning. Chan’s brother is coming in a bit to help, anyway.

“But, really, you were very cool, Kwan,” you say softly, head still perched against his shoulder. This much, you hope Seungkwan knows how sincere you’re being. “I hope you don’t doubt yourself ever again. If you do, just take a look at these feedbacks and remember how all of your students sing praises to you when the only question asked was how they felt about the workshop.”

Seungkwan smiles through his nose before his hands start to play with the pile of folded cards full of feedback regarding the workshop. You pick some that is basically a confession letter, and Seungkwan snatches it from you before you can tease him further–you’ve done that enough for the day.

“Thank you though,” he whispers out of nowhere, eyes still focused on the card in his hands. He’s smiling shyly to himself, not having it to look at you when he says those words. “For always reminding me all is good.”

You pull away and beam at him, dropping a kiss on his cheek before telling him that’s just your duty as his friend–that you’ll remind him a thousand times more if that’s what you need to do to make him believe he’s the best barista in your world.

A/N: this was actually finished back on august but i considered having an actual schedule so i've been just keeping it but i decided to just post whenever now hehe. enjoy and pls do tell me your thoughts <3

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archivernon · 1 year

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seungkwan bf scenarios

&&. idol / non-idol!sk, fluff

wc. 0.5k

a/n: birthday present to my baby and loml.

seungkwan, who will always remembers small moments you told him or moments of you two together. "isn't this the one you gifted to your mother?" he pointed to the new vase that you just bought yesterday. "you remember? yea i did." he gives out a cheesy smile, kissing you in the cheek. "of course i remember, you even bought roses for her to put in."

seungkwan, who is willing to sacrifice his tiredness so you can sleep too. "i'm sorry baby, you should sleep. you have work tomorrow." you pushed him to the bed, his eyes almost closing at the warmth. "'hm, no. i'll sing you to sleep." he pulled you to him, tightly hugging you. "it's 1 am kwannie." you complained but to no use, he was already singing softly, lulling you to dream land.

seungkwan, who always will notice small changes in you, even if it's so dumb. "woah." he exclaimed. "what?" "you look beautiful." you rolled your eyes. you had just his t-shirt and shorts on with messy hair. "you tried the mascara i bought you." you were shock he'd even see that, you only applied so little that you didn't even think it did anything.

seungkwan who would appreciate little things you do or give him. "i'm sorry it isn't much, i had a rough time trying to find something you'd actually like." you smiled slightly, playing with your fingers. "i think it's amazing." you bought him a bracelet that has lots of designs, one of them being a dog and a heart. "you're not lying are you?" "why would i?" also seungkwan who would wear accessories you gift to him everyday, not taking it off. "hyung, i've never seen you take that off once." dino said, sitting down next to him. "his girlfriend gave him that." "i've never even seen you use my present once!" seungcheol exclaimed on the other side of the room.

seungkwan, who will proudly show you off and defend you. "my partner gave me this shirt, i haven't washed it yet. i was too excited to wear it." seungkwan laughed and moved away to show off his outfit that you thought would look good on him. "it's ugly? yah! if your partner gifted the same shirt, will you still think it's ugly?" he sassed out. "it's not even yours it's mine." he added. "AND even if i don't like it, i'd still wear it because she had the effort to buy me this."

seungkwan, who will make an effort to learn your native language. "seungkwan, what're you doing?" you asked, resting your head onto his shoulder. "i'm learning (language)." you couldn't help but crack a smile. "seriously? you don't have to." he kissed your cheek. "i want to."

and lastly, seungkwan, who would love you as you. "i don't think i look good." you confessed, looking down in shame. "oh baby, you look amazing." his eyes showed comfort and loving, he was going to take you on a date. "but if you don't want to go, i'm not forcing you but you look so beautiful in that." "just in this? not when i'm wearing pajama's or something?" you teased, a smile showing on your face. "you look magnificent everyday with or without clothes." you laughed at his remark, hitting him with your bag.

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savventeen · 10 months

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[seungkwan + saintly]

Seungkwan glares at where you and Vernon are not-so-subtly giggling. "Not. A. Word."

"Why is he dressed like—" you start.

"Lost a bet," Vernon finishes.

"Stop laughing!" Seungkwan snaps.

"Sorry, sorry. I guess you could say it's… nun of our business."

You try to dodge St. Boo's flying kick, cackling.

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diorsgyu · 2 years

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SEVENTEEN MASTERLIST!

choi seungcheol

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lee seokmin

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coming soon!

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coming soon!

lee chan

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ssentimentals · 1 year

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labels {boo seungkwan}

pairing: seungkwan x fem!reader

prompt: 'i know you don't like labels so can i be your one-and-only-person?'

warnings: none, pure fluff as usual!

seungkwan smiles widely, showing off two huge bags in his hands. before you can ask what is happening and did he buy the whole store, he says: 'i wasn't sure in mood for what you'd be, so i got both salty and sweet things.'

you smile back, shaking your head. sometimes he can be so silly but in the most endearing way that makes your heart feel like it's too big for your chest. you come closer, taking a look at what's inside the bag and cheering at the sight of your favorite chips. 'you are the best! let's go?'

you already secured your favorite spot with the blanket and now when you both sit there, he feels like this is going to the best day. in all honesty, it always feels like day is going to be great if you are in it. he sits next to you, emptying the bags and grinning at your excitement. this place became a home for you two, somewhere to hide from the rest of the world and all the troubles. your friendship blossomed here - quickly and unexpectedly - and seungkwan loved to think that you two have a secret place to go to.

'no way,' you take a look at the snacks he bought and start clapping. 'those are my favorite! i love you, thanks!'

his smile falters a little at the 'i love you' part and seungkwan pretends to be busy on the phone, looking down. you are a very easy-going person and 'i love you' falls from your lips all the time: you say it to strangers who pick up things that fell from your backpack, you say it to your friends when they say goodbye, you say it to the passing dogs or cats. he loves this about you, loves how you don't hide your emotions, loves how your heart is full of love. it's just, he can't help but wonder - is there a place specifically crafted for him there? does your 'i love you' to him means something more? the desire for it to mean something more fills his entire being - he's afraid it might overflow if he won't control it.

'earth to kwannie!' you shake him awake, smiling. 'i took some card games with me, do you wanna take a look?'

'of course!' seungkwan says it a bit too loudly but you don't react.

you start explaining which games you took and he tries to pay attention, he really does but when you decide to lean on him, all of the thoughts turn into a mess. this casual way of you entering his personal space, how you don't even have to think twice or ask him - it makes his heart race knowing how comfortable and safe you feel around him. his whole face is burning and the scent of your shampoo tickles his nose; seungkwan has to physically stop himself from burying his face in your hair, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you close. you two already act like a couple without being one and he doesn't want to scare you away, not when he knows your stand in this thing. ('i don't like this whole...'boyfriend and girlfriend' thing, you know?' you said, walking with him to the cafeteria. 'i just- i don't like labels i guess? the need to call each other something when you both know how close you are and- i don't know, maybe i'm weird.'). he didn't say anything at that time but then it took seungkwan one whole week to find and read all articles on the topic of 'labels' in order to grasp what you meant and what it meant for him.

('i think she was inwardly telling me to fuck off,' he wailed loudly, leaning on vernon's shoulder. 'god, she really was, right? should i just back off?'

vernon patted his back and shared a look with seokmin who sat on the floor. 'i honestly think she just shared her thoughts,' vernon commented. 'no, seriously boo, i'm not saying that to appease you, i really think so.'

'i agree with vernon here,' seokmin voiced, nodding. 'i actually think..she's done it on purpose? like, so you would know, you know?'

'so i would know,' seungkwan repeated dumbly. 'for what?'

'for when you'll confess, idiot.' vernon rolled his eyes. 'cause you are going to confess, right? at this point i think everyone's waiting for it, including her.'

seungkwan sat up, eyes full of hope. 'you think so?'

'we know so, boo.' seokmin assured him with a gentle smile. 'it's the most natural thing ever for you two.')

natural. seungkwan watches you laugh at the way he's losing the game and thinks that a) you are beautiful, b) he can lose every single game just to hear you laugh and c) he's in too deep to back out now.

'so,' he starts, awkwardly clearing his throat. thinking that he's thirsty you immediately hand him water and he smiles, taking it. 'i wanted to-'

'wait, there's something on your mouth,' you reach out and wipe away few chips crumbs from the corner of his mouth and then sigh when you notice few spots on his t-shirt. 'i love you kwannie, but you're so sloppy sometimes.'

his breath hitches. oh dear god, here we go. 'you love me?' he asks, hating the way his voice comes off high-pitched. natural, my ass.

your eyebrows furrow and you tilt your head to the side a little. '...of course i do. even when you are such a sloppy eater.'

right. seungkwan tries to calm his racing heart and speaks slowly: 'do you have spots like this one with anyone else?' you shake your head and he continues: 'so, it's only me. and you love me even when i eat like a pig.'

you look weirded out but he doesn't blame you - he'd be weirded out too but he can't say what he wants any other way. bringing your knees to your chest, you stare at him with worried eyes. 'where this is going, boo? i don't understand.'

'you don't like labels,' seungkwan states and gives you a whiplash with the sudden change of the topics. 'right?'

'yes..' you drift off, confused. 'what this has to do with-'

'considering that information and that i am in love with you, i thought that we-' he swallows before continuing: 'i know that you don't like labels so can i be your one-and-only-person?' you blink in stupor and seungkwan thinks that if he doesn't say everything now then he might never say it: 'i mean, we are so close and you have a secret spot only with me and you love me- i mean, you say that you love me and even though you say that almost to everyone i think when you say it to me it's a bit different - i mean, i'm assuming that it means different and i really want it to be different and - i think that we can be so good together! only with your consent, of course- cause-'

'seungkwan!' you interrupt, reaching out to take his hands in yours.

'yes?' he squeaks, shutting up.

'breathe.' you let out, squeezing his hands.

seungkwan's brain comes to a halt and he exhales, not breaking eye contact with you. 'does that mean that you-'

'just breathe for now, kwannie.' you interrupt again, rolling your eyes at his behavior but not being able to hide a big forming smile on your face. 'that was some speed.'

'yeah?' he asks out of breath, still trembling with a need for your answer.

'yeah,' you chuckle. 'i think vernon raps slower than that.'

you both grin at each other at this and - seungkwan suddenly understands that you already gave him your answer. he sees it in your eyes - how they sparkle, in the way you hold his hands - steady and with all the care, in your smile - how you can't seem to stop it from forming. relief washes over him when you start caressing his skin with you thumbs, smiling gently at him. 'you know, now that your hands are in mine, i feel like the luckiest person to walk the planet.'

'oh for god's sake,' you mutter, leaning forward and hiding your face in his neck.

this time seungkwan doesn't hold back - he leans in, wraps his arm around your waist, pulls you closer and buries his face in your hair. and it feels just like he thought it would - like the most natural thing in the world. 'so how do we call each other?' he asks, squirming when you tickle him a bit. 'if girlfriend and boyfriend is not it?'

'i like the way it is right now. we don't have to change anything.'

seungkwan nods in agreement. 'you are mine and i am yours one-and-only-person,' he concludes and then looks down at you. he leans in, pecking your nose. 'i like that.'

'i like that too.'

with a startle, seungkwan realizes how easy it is. how everything is easy with you and this is how it's meant to be, natural.

a/n: boo is the cutest! come check out my other works here - nini

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lololololchips · 19 days

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hi ik requests are closed but i'm sending an idea before i forget it because you're my fave svt smau author. so if you haven't done this before — can i request ot13 finding out that they're NOT your bias. like they're upset because ofc why isn't it THEM but you explain that them being your bf makes them your default bias so you have to have another one as well.

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this was such a cute and fun idea hehe thank youuuu for sending ur amazing request, here it is enjoy!!

finding out they aren’t your bias || SEVENTEEN

genre: fake texts, one shot au, fluff, idol!bf

warnings: cursing, fem pronouns, jealousy, suggestive (?), furry comments (LMAO IM SORRY), all the guys being haters

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high & dry | choi seungcheol

genre: smut, angst, best friend! seungcheol

pairings: choi seungcheol x gender neutral reader

warnings: dom! cheol, fingering, dirty talk, begging. absolute filth honestly

note: this was originally wrote with a different idol in mind, but i just had to make it cheol.

honestly, no matter how hard you try, you can’t remember how he came into your life. he was always just there.

choi seungcheol was a part of your earliest memories.

you contributed this to the fact that your mother enrolled you in soccer when you were four, the coach being seungcheol’s dad. on that field is where you first laid eyes on the dark-haired boy. every practice, cheol always accompanied his father and you two become friends almost immediately.

it was no surprise to both of your parents.

“what if y/n and cheol get married when they’re older?”

“i’m literally already planning the wedding.”

you were three. cheol was five when that conversation occurred between both of your moms. you remembered hearing it when it was time to leave the soccer field, but you were obviously too young to know what they were talking about.

all you knew was that cheol was your best friend.

from there on out, the two of you were inseparable. where one went, the other followed. if one jumped, the other jumped.

entering kindergarten, you remembered feeling so excited just because you could see cheol more, only to be disappointed when you learned that he was ahead of you in second grade.

he was there for you when homework stressed you out to point where he ended up finishing it for you. he was there to get you ice cream in the early hours of the morning.

he was there for you when your prom date stood you up, leaving you a sobbing mess in front of your house.

he was even there for you through your first real breakup freshman year of high school. you knew cheol didn’t like him anyway.

“why is everyone looking at me?” you asked cheol as you moved through the hallway, preparing to go to next period. you awkwardly kept your head down toward your feet as hushed whispers reached your ears.

your best friend softly touched your back in reassurance, but he was clearly as confused as you were. “just ignore them, y/n. clearly they don’t ha-“

his voice abruptly stopped as well as his feet as you neared your locker, a large group of students surrounding it. you moved your head up to see what was going on at the same time cheol grabbed you and turned you into his chest. “don’t look!”

at this point, his advice came too late as you caught a glimpse of the red spray paint that was covering your locker. you felt like you were going to be sick when the word registered with you.

slut.

“do you think we will always be friends?”

your voice broke the silence of cheol’s room, which was only illuminated by his green LED lights. after the incident at school, you couldn’t bring yourself to be alone and you weren’t surprised when he offered to let you stay the night.

cheol flashed you his signature smile, the smile that had your heart doing flips in your chest. he rolled over onto his side to face you, using his arm to prop himself up to look at your face. you were resisting the urge to stroke the stray piece of hair that had fallen into his face.

moving onto your side, you let out a sigh. cheol’s knuckles were scabbed from tracking down your ex-boyfriend. as soon as he saw the word on your locker, he knew it was your ex’s doing and it wasn’t long before he tracked him down, only to make sure he never attempted something like that again. while you knew he did it to defend you, you felt guilty that he got hurt in the process.

“of course, we will always be friends, y/n! i got you. I always got you. why wouldn’t I?”

one thought rang in your head.

because i love you.

but you kept your mouth shut. you weren’t going to ruin the best thing in your life just because of some dumb feelings that caused you to break up with your ex in the first place.

nothing could disrupt the relationship you had with seungcheol.

or so you thought.

junior year rolled around and everything began to change.

cheol had just entered his freshman year of university to study music and producing. you were so proud and excited for him, but also afraid. afraid of what might change between the two of you. his university was over an hour away from you and the distance was going to have an impact.

you knew that he was going to be busy. cheol was going to go to college. make new friends, discover new opportunities, leave you behind.

he promised that he would never do that and always make time for you. “i’ll come home on the weekends to see you, y/n.” but six months into the year, the texts became less frequent. calls became nonexistent. you often went months without seeing each other and when you did, it was brief and awkward.

eventually, the contact stopped all together.

he still liked your social media posts and you still liked his, but that was it. neither one of you reached out. you didn’t congratulate him when one of his songs won an award at a university showcase. in return, cheol never even said anything when you revealed your senior year that you had been accepted to the same university to study pre-med. it was like your friendship never truly existed.

you pretended like you weren’t hurt. maybe it was meant to be like this. you never truly believed in signs, but maybe this was the universe trying to tell you something. maybe it was better off that you didn’t have to pin over choi seungcheol anymore.

and you were finally getting to where you felt okay. where you could breathe and walk around campus without the anxiety of running into him.

until you got persuaded to go to the first frat party of sophomore year.

your plan was just to go for a little bit and have fun. loosen up, make sure your friends were safe and not doing anything stupid.

you definitely didn’t expect to run into the one person you didn’t want to see.

and you definitely didn’t expect what happened next.

maybe it was the alcohol in both of your systems. or the fact that you both were older, away from your parents. maybe it was stress. you weren’t sure, but at this point, you didn’t care.

cheol’s lips were attached to your neck, goosebumps risen on your skin and his teeth nipping gently at the soft flesh. you let out a breathy moan, as his fingers slowly stretched you in and out.

his hands gripped your hips tightly, his body pressing you even closer against his chest. “does that feel good? do my fingers feel good inside of you?”

you couldn’t do anything but release a whine. of course his fingers felt fucking amazing. they filled you up so well, so much better than your own. but he was such a tease. although you hadn’t talked to him in years, you could remember the conversations you had as teenagers about the sexual experiences you had. you remembered he enjoyed teasing. he enjoyed begging, but you did everything you could push that to the back of your mind.

until now.

cheol chuckled as your wetness coated his fingers, sliding a third one to mix. “god, you’re dripping and it’s so all for me.”

you let out another whine. “go faster.”

“are you sure you’re ready for that, sweetheart?”

instead of responding, you let out a frustrated noise, your hands going down to grab his wrist, trying to make him speed up yourself. you attempted to buck your hips against his hand to gain more friction, but he was holding onto your waist so tight, it was nearly impossible.

“aw, you’re so cute when you’re needy,” he whispered, his teeth tugging on your ear lobe, earning a moan from you.

his three fingers curled up inside you and you let out a yelp. cheol couldn’t help but smile. “there’s the sweet spot.”

you could see stars as his pace increased and decreased, wanting to tease you and prolong your climax as much as possible. you knew this was giving him a power trip. you could feel the authority radiating off of him and you didn’t want to disobey, but you couldn’t take it any longer.

“cheol-“ you whined. “please.”

you felt his breath hit your neck as he smiled. “please what?”

“i wanna cum.”

“oh, does baby want to cum all over my fingers?”

you nodded quickly, not even caring about how eager you sounded. “oh yes, cheol, please wanna cum over your fingers so bad.”

before you had the chance to even comprehend what was happening, cheol curled his fingers once and again, pulling them in and out at a fast pace. his other hand moved down to land a slap on your clit, which he purposely been neglecting, and you let out a moan. you didn’t even care that you guys were in a frat house full of people. let them hear.

the dark-haired boy pulled and traced figure eights across the area you needed him most and you quickly felt the pressure building up in your abdomen and it wasn’t long before you came undone.

you were exhausted as cheol removed his fingers from you, but it was clear the night was far from over as he flipped you onto your back, his eyes dark as he surveyed your naked figure.

“you know, I thought about this a lot when we were in high school.” cheol said softly as he reached down to plant kisses along your stomach. “the way you would look under me. the way you would feel under me. so soft. god, i even imagined how innocent and small you would look. all at the mercy of me and only me.”

a moan left your lips at his words, your arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders, your fingers digging into his skin. you couldn’t help but arch your back as you felt the hardness in his jeans brush against your bare core. “i thought about this too.”

at your confession, cheol nipped at your neck, earning a high-pitched moan from your lungs. you could already feel the wetness between your legs once again and you were sure he could too.

cheol pulled back from your body, reaching down to undo his belt and slip his jeans and underwear down his body. they were quickly discarded on the floor where your clothes and his shirt had landed forever ago.

your eyes widened as you took in his size. you knew he was big, but you didn’t think he was that big. the tip of his cock was leaking pre cum and it was so red and angry that you knew it had to be painful for him.

cheol give you a smile. “like what you see?”

you nodded, quickly, feeling lightheaded. “yeah, cheol, you’re so big.” your voice came out small and weak, like a mouse, and that gave him such an ego boost.

he pulled you closer, his lips returning to your neck. it wasn’t long before he pushed his cock into you, your back arching from the relief you felt the moment he did so. a deep groan fell from his lips, and his eyes squeezed shut as he began to thrust his hips into your own, the feeling of him allowing pleasure to bloom across your entire body.

"fuck," he moaned, "you feel so good."

instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he began to pick up his pace, sweat beginning to glisten across his forehead. he buried his face into your neck, leaving kisses along your jaw while containing the grunts that came from him.

it felt as if flames were licking up and down your body, your hands gripping the back of his shoulders and your own moans soft and delicate with each and every movement. you could feel an intensity building up into the pit of your belly,

"i-i'm close," you whimpered, throwing your head back.

"then let go for me, my baby. I got you. i always got you,” cheol cooed, allowing his thumb to swirl around your clit, which sent you completely over the edge for the second time that night.

there were those words again.

you didn’t have to be told twice as your walls clenched around him. the pressure in your abdomen finally being released.

you let out whines and mewls as cheol chased his own high, the aftershocks of your organism still running through your body.

cheol followed soon after, a deep groan leaving his lips as his thrusts began to slow before he pulled out, painting your stomach white.

suddenly the room that was filled with both of your moans was silent except for pants that we were leaving both of your bodies. the older boy quickly reached across his nightstand to grab tissues before softly cleaning you up.

“I remember you not liking sticky stuff,” he said, quietly. “you used to cry when we were kids if your hands were sticky from food or something. you didn’t like the feeling.”

the fact that he remembered that detail after all these years and the fact that he was talking like you guys never lost contact made your heart hurt. why is he pretending like nothing happened?

but you didn’t want to think about that right now. all you wanted to do was curl up next to your best friend and sleep. you would deal with everything in the morning.

cheol had the same idea as he pulled you against his chest, planting a kiss on the crown of your head. your slowly moved your feet to entangle them with his. “go to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”

and you drifted off to sleep with his fingers in your hair and his arms wrapped around you. your heart hoping that tomorrow, after years, you would finally have your best friend back.

once again, you were wrong.

when your eyes finally opened the next morning, choi seungcheol was gone and all you had left was your lonely heart

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