#seungmin oneshots

[sseastar]

✶ dream lover; kim seungmin.

info. seungmin x afab!reader. slight angst, fluff. brother’s best friend to ??? au. 1.6k words. warnings. mentions of food, reader eats fish and meat. listen to. 爽風 by tomofumi tanizawa.

[✧] — Seungmin could say he knew a lot about you. 

He knew how you always closed your door to your room because you didn’t want it to smell like food in case someone cooked. He knew how you could never bring yourself to watch full k-dramas and opted to watch clips of them on your for you page. Seungmin knew of your love for mint-chocolate (the two of you really bonded over that) and how Star Wars Rebels became your comfort show after you had watched all three seasons during quarantine. 

Hell, Seungmin even knew so many personal things about you, especially after having witnessed you grow up alongside your brother Jisung. Although you were two years younger, he still felt like he knew you well enough to call you his friend if it weren’t for his title of ‘brother’s best friend.’ Seungmin knew your shoe size, who your first dance was, even when you got your first period (he was the one to have noticed the small stain on the back of your jeans and the one to rush into his sister’s bathroom to grab you a pad the one time you had come with Jisung to his home).

And yet in the eleven years he had known you, Seungmin would have never painted you as a hopeless romantic. As far as he could tell, you never seemed the type to save your receipts in a box under your bed, never seemed the type to make playlists for your crushes with vague names so people couldn’t guess who they were for. Not once had Jisung mentioned a thing about his little sister having a crush on someone, nor had an overprotective Jisung ever mentioned his concern for you when you went out with friends (Jisung was an awfully protective brother, so Seungmin could imagine how his friend would react were you to ever go out on a date). 

Hence, Kim Seungmin had come to the conclusion that you were genuinely not interested in dating at this time in your life. Nothing he found weird, of course. He knew how serious you were about your studies - there were many times that Seungmin and his friends had invited you along with Jisung to join in on their plans to get boba or go bowling on a Friday, but you would politely decline with a smile and mention some assignment or project you wanted to get a head start on. 

So imagine his surprise when he found you out on your backyard’s porch one night when he, Felix, and Hyunjin were over, curled up with a knitted sweater and volume six of Kimi Ni Todoke in your hands. Jisung had asked him to come get you before you all headed out for dinner.

It was such an odd sight to see. The mug half filled with lukewarm green tea on the table next to you, the abandoned pair of fluffy bear slippers under the bench, the throw blanket that he swore hung on the arm of the couch in the family room when he first arrived. Your fingertips were gently covering your lips, an enchanted look in your eyes as if you had just witnessed such a heart-fluttering scene.

Seungmin thought it was such an odd sight to see. You had never once initiated a hug with him no matter how happy or ecstatic you were (even when you had gone to a baseball game with your family and invited him, and you had thrown your arms around your brother when your favorite player hit a grand slam…then opted to high five him excitedly). He was so used to your annoyed sighs whenever you saw any form of PDA, or your pursed lips whenever your brother would somehow connect his girlfriend to the topic of conversation, that he couldn't even fathom why you were out there reading a shoujo manga of all things despite the entirely possible reason that you just wanted to.

Yet Seungmin’s eyes softened as he watched you from the door frame, waiting until you finally realized his presence. When he realized you wouldn’t be getting your nose out of the story any time soon, he cleared his throat, smiling at you when you looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Hey,” you mouthed, for some reason unable to let anything audible out of your mouth. 

Despite your lack of an actual greeting, Seungmin answered back “hey,” watching as you marked your page with a photostrip of you, Jisung, and him that he remembers taking in the rusty old photo booth at the pier the last time you three went. Another thing Seungmin was surprised at – he always thought you were the type to dog ear your page or use a sticky note to mark your spot. “We’re heading out in a couple of minutes for dinner. Jimmie’s,” he clarifies, mentioning that the four of them would be heading to the diner they frequented and ordered to-go for you from. “Want the usual?”

A tuna sandwich with a side of french fries and a small vanilla milkshake. That was your usual. 

Your usual was staying at home to read or to get a head start on work you had to do. Your usual was catching up on sleep or accompanying your parents to the supermarket when you really did have nothing to do. And when those things didn’t need to be done, your usual would be spending time rearranging or redecorating your room, or reading romance novels, manga, and stories you find on the internet to replace your lack thereof in your own life.

Your usual was hoping that one day you would be loved, or even secretly loved - that someday, all your ideal date ideas would no longer be locked up in the diary you kept hidden in your sock drawer. Your usual was hoping that your firsts wouldn’t have to wait until after college - that someone would love you enough so that you no longer sighed at the cute couples you would see on dates when you were out with your parents.

Your usual was speaking only briefly to Seungmin in hopes that all the feelings you had for your older brother’s best friend would die down by itself. Your usual was silently hoping that those feelings would be returned. Your usual was making up scenarios that maybe one day, you would stop trying to find someone exactly like him. 

Your usual was getting boring. Your usual was getting you nowhere you wanted to be.

Seungmin watched as you swung the blanket off your lap, folding it roughly in your arms as you slipped your sock clad feet back into your slippers. “If it’s okay, can I come with you guys tonight?” 

Seungmin watched as you slid into the seat across from him. You usually opted to sit next to your brother on the end to avoid being in the way of any conversations, but you sat right in the middle of Felix and Hyunjin tonight. Seungmin watched as you excitedly answered Hyunjin’s questions about how your research has been and as you thoughtfully told Felix about your input on his new baking idea. Seungmin didn’t miss the warm smile on Jisung’s face when he realized how you were getting along with his friends (maybe he didn’t show it often, but your brother was often concerned for you - you never seemed to enjoy hanging out with people you knew, after all, and Jisung would hate for you to regret not allowing yourself to be more carefree in college). 

Seungmin watched as you agreed to go to his baseball game even when your brother couldn’t go and as you shyly laughed at the look of surprise on his face. Seungmin watched as you picked up the menu despite him knowing you already knew exactly what you wanted to eat.

Seungmin could say he knew a lot about you. 

He knew what your topic for your required research project was. He knew you couldn’t stand leaving your major even after you cried through the required classes that had nothing to do with your concentration. He knew that you always liked to eat the first slice of a peach and that you hated peeling tangerines. He knew how you couldn’t answer ‘what’s your favorite color?’ with a single-worded answer. He knew that you never put your left shoe on before your right and that you always muttered “keys, phone, wallet” every time you left your house.

Seungmin could say he knew a lot about you, but he was missing some of the most important things.

Seungmin didn’t know how you felt after you passed those classes you hated, or why you had so many unique habits when eating fruits. He didn’t know why you sighed when you saw a couple your age on a date the night you tagged along with your brother and his friends to the boardwalk. Seungmin sure as hell didn’t know why you decided to come with them tonight, but it was nice to see you interacting with everyone.

You smiled briefly when his eyes landed on yours, averting your gaze before he could even attempt to read what emotion was swirling through them. But Seungmin could tell that what swam through them was something more than what you wanted to let on. It was something you’d always held back so that you wouldn’t allow yourself to be vulnerable (you had done that enough). But your eyes weren’t enough to conceal it – what you felt was far too powerful for you to hide and parts of you began to filter into the room of people that loved having you around. Seungmin could tell something was there, but he would wait for you to embrace all that you were. He’d already waited this long after all.

So for now, Seungmin watched as you ordered a cheeseburger with a side of garlic fries and a Sprite.

⌕.  author’s note ;     something i most definitely wrote on a whim. the style is a little different from how i usually write and i like it a little more, but it was ngl extremely hard to do. haven’t posted much about seungmin in a while despite him being my ult, but i’m glad to be back hehe.

⌕. taglist ; @enhacolor @soobin-chois @koishua @chrysbibi

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[hyunverse]

midnight existential crisis ꔫ seungmin

best friend!seungmin && reader.

genre — fluff, drabble.

warnings — vomit.

about — you and your best friend have a talk about the future.

note — hi!!! first request for skz, kinda nervous. hope u enjoy this bubba ^_^

part two here.

"oh my god i feel disgusting," you cry out, placing down half a slice of pizza.

several boxes of pizza are stacked on the table, some empty and some not. you managed to finish most of them, leaving only two boxes full.

seungmin merely watches — partially amused. out of boredom and greed, you decided to buy every topping of pizza available in domino's. he had told you that it's impossible to finish them all, but you insisted — said that it's possible if it's personal-sized. after three hours, he's currently basking in the glory of being able to say "i told you so."

the couch dips at your weight as you sink down, whining, "it's not fair. you barely ate any."

he shrugs, "i ate like three boxes."

"you have no ambition!"

"are you seriously insulting me for knowing the capacity of my own stomach?"

you loathe how seungmin always seems to have a rebuttal. he always has witty comebacks, yet so composed — it's his role in your shared apartment. amidst the calamity among you, hyunjin, and felix — he's always been the smartest one despite his own chaotic shenanigans. it's the very reason why you get along with him best.

"my god, minnie," you whimper, hand gently rubbing your bloated stomach, "one push on my stomach and my insides will immediately burst out."

a complete mistake on your part. it's not seungmin if he isn't constantly searching for ways to annoy you. before you know it, his hands are attempting to push your stomach. as you try to avoid his attacks, the two of you laugh, and laugh — until it slowly turns to silence. a homely type of silence.

“feet,” seungmin breaks the silence.

you’re laying on the armrest of the sofa, him as well but on the opposite. legs stretching out — his feet are now on top of yours. menacingly, he pinches your foot with his toes. you yelp out, kicking him in the shin in process.

“annoying ass!”

“at least i have an ass,” his response has you fuming in the inside.

“fuck you, i can’t wait ’til hyunnie and lix comes back.”

seungmin glances at the clock, eyebrows furrowed, “it’s midnight and they’re not here yet. . . they’ve literally been out since morning.”

a heavy sigh slips past your lips, and you sink yourself even more into the sofa. you wish the whole earth could swallow you alive. you, and the pathetic feeling harboring in your chest.

“it’s valentine’s day, hyunjin and felix both have dates,” you say, “why are we staying in?”

“‘cause we’re bitchless.”

“why are we bitchless? like, i don’t get it,” you add — seungmin could tell it’s the beginning of a long midnight talk, “felix has so many friends that he could go out with a different friend every other night. hyunjin gets both dudes and chicks, he gets asked out every week. why am i alone? like, what’s wrong with me, minnie?”

your best friend props up his body with his elbows to get a better look at you. he doesn’t answer your question — knows you well enough to know that you don’t actually want an answer — you just want to ramble. and he’s there to listen.

“i feel so lonely, seungmo, so lonely. i feel like i’m going to die alone. i can’t pinpoint what’s unlikeable about me, really. you, however. . . so many people like you, y’know that? have you ever considered, i don’t know. . . freeing your schedule to date? not be too stressed over college?”

the question causes seungmin to plop back down onto the leather sofa. he buzzes his lips together. it isn’t the first time he’s heard the statement, truly. the people he has casually dated has told him that he’s too driven by college, that he’s too determined.

“i don’t want to change that part of myself just so someone would date me, y/n,” he exhales the breath he didn’t even realize he had been holding, “i want to be loved without feeling like i’m begging for it. and we’re almost done with our degree, too. so, what’s the point anyway?”

you shoot up in your seat. a nauseous sensation starts to creep up your system — your legs move before you could think — suddenly you’re bent over the toilet, vomitting out all the food you’ve eaten. seungmin isn’t too far behind you. by the time you’re hunched over the toilet, you could feel his larger hands massaging your shoulders and rubbing your back.

“let it out,” he says, voice hushed.

once you’re done, the raven head helps you. he turns on the sink for you, even grabbed a couple tissues for you.

“we’re almost done with college,” you cry out, sitting on the bathroom floor with teary, red eyes and a snotty nose.

seriously, the dominos workers must’ve drugged the pizzas with something to make you so emotional.

“it’s our last semester, seungmo,” you add, sniffling.

obediently, seungmin sits beside you. he gently pushes your head down onto his shoulder, letting you cry out all your emotions.

“it’s so scary, seungmo, too scary.”

“of course it is scary, it’ll only get scarier as days pass by.”

“i feel like i’m the only one with no life plan. i know felix wants to work at a bakery once we graduate, and hyunjin’s going for interior design. i know you have plans too, no way you don’t,” you ramble in one breath, “i genuinely don’t know where i’m going after college. it’s so pathetic.”

seungmin shrugs, “i don’t know what i’m going to do either.”

“what?”

“i’m having second thoughts about my major.”

your lips purse into an ‘o’. a part of you feels bad for seungmin, considering you know how hard he studies, but a part of you feels relieved that you’re not the only one.

“that’s a huge yikes.”

“it is,” seungmin huffs as he rests his head against the blue tiled walls, “but i guess that’s that. sometimes the plan you initially plotted just doesn’t suit you.”

you nod at his words, “wow. we’re bitchless and jobless.”

it’s all pathetic — crying and vomitting at the thought of the future but someway, somehow, having seungmin by your side makes it less lonely. less scary, even by just a little.

“you ever thought about how your burdens are truly only yours and cannot truly be shared?” seungmin asks in a matter-of-factly tone.

your stomach churns at the statement.

“yeah. . . all the time. i feel like you could share your feelings but it’s only to get it out of your system. at the end of the day, all the burden is only yours.”

seungmin shuffles in his spot, hugging both his legs to his chin.

you sigh, “i’m always here for you though.”

a soft smile paints seungmin’s visage. his hand reaches out to pat your head.

“me too. you’re stuck with me until we’re both wrinkly on our death beds,” he jokes, “i don’t think i’m moving out once we graduate. i think i’m staying, i’ll find something to do in this area.”

you nod again, looking up at him. your eyes meet his — he sends you a reassuring smile. as if to say — “i’m with you, we don’t have to rush.”

for the first time in months, you genuinely feel reassured.

“me too, then. i’m staying.”

the night goes on — the clock constantly moving but neither of you does. you talk about nothing but everything, about how you used to be passionate about many things, how seungmin actually wanted to get serious with his last date but was ghosted, how hyunjin’s probably getting laid while the two of you wail and complain. it’s fun, and sad at the same time.

when the clock strikes four, two bodies are entangled on the bathroom floor, slightly snoring. the sight leaves hyunjin utterly confused when he walks in.

“what in the world. . .” the long-haired boy mumbles, tilting his head as he watches, “yongbok! you need to see this!”

the pitter-patter of footsteps could be heard as felix approaches, arms still busy taking off his jacket.

“what? oh wow— bestie goals.”

hyunjin chokes back his laughter, not wanting to wake any of you up, “i’ll carry seungmin to bed, you carry y/n?”

“okay.”

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[hardstraykidshours]

stray kids fic-mas: day 4

pairing: seungmin x afab!reader

genre: smut, 18+ (minors dni)

summary: you and seungmin have the house to yourselves when you're visiting his family, so you decide to take advantage of it.

length: 1.4k

warnings: christmas mention, food mention, profanity, suggestive/sexual content, grinding, unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), cream pie, cum eating, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

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"we...we can't," seungmin suddenly says, causing you to pull your lips from his neck.

"what?" you ask, confusion clouding your face. "did you hear the door open? are your parents back already?" you turn from where you're sitting on the bed to look at the door of the room, listening for any sounds from downstairs.

"no, it's not that. we just can't do this here."

'"like here as in your parents house? i don't get it. it was your idea to take advantage of them being gone in the first place." you were visiting his family for the holidays and had unfortunately woken up extremely horny this morning, but you were not about to fuck seungmin with his parents in the house. you had been dying all morning until he mentioned that his parents were running to the store this afternoon, so you two would have some time to...take care of your issue.

"no, i mean we can't do this here, in my room." his eyes dart around the room, and you can't help but chuckle softly at how nervous he suddenly looks. since there was no guest room, you and seungmin were sleeping in his old childhood bedroom which he quickly realized was not as easy as he had originally anticipated.

"baby, last i checked, this is actually the best place to mess around in this house. unless you would prefer doing it on the couch where your parents could walk in at any moment."

he laughs at your words before wrapping his hands around your bare waist. "you're right," he concedes before intertwining your mouths once more. you trace your tongue along the seam of his lips teasingly before slipping it in, massaging his tongue with yours. he moans when you palm him thoughts his sweats, hands instinctively reaching around your back to unclasp your bra. 

but the second you pull the bra down your arms and toss it to the side, he suddenly pulls away again.

"no, i can't do it! i can't fuck you in my childhood room on the bed i slept on as a kid under a fucking tower of god poster," he pants while running his fingers through his hair in frustration.

his cheeks are still flushed and his pupils blown from your heated make-out session. one look at the front of his sweatpants tells you everything you need to know about how much he wants you right now.

you lean back on your hands, noting the way his eyes dart to your bare tits before looking up at you.

"you're telling me that having sex with your girlfriend would be the nastiest thing to ever happen in this room?" you ask, quirking a brow knowingly.

"oh, you know what i mean. something about it just feels wrong."

you lean back towards him, sliding your hand up his thigh as you do. you trail your fingers lightly over his throbbing cock as you whisper in his ear. "sometimes a little wrong can be so, so right. plus i know how badly you want to fuck me right now. i've been so needy all morning, my pussy is already absolutely dripping for you."

he groans at your words, eyes fluttering shut as you pull his earlobe between your teeth. you can feel the tension in this body, the way he's fighting with himself. so you start to suck on the sensitive skin of his neck between words and stroking his aching dick as you continue talking.

"you're parents aren't going to be gone long, so you have about thirty seconds to decide if you want me to put my shirt back on so we can go back downstairs and watch a cheesy christmas movie or if you want to fuck me like you mean it."

the words are barely out of your mouth before his hands wrap around you, flipping you onto your back and attaching his lips to your neck. you know he's moving quickly so he doesn't have time to overthink, and you're more than happy to play along. your fingers quickly find the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head. the rest of the clothes quickly follow until both of you are naked, him settled between your legs, grinding his hard length through your slick folds.

he pulls away after a moment to look at you, always ensuring you're ready for him. you give him a quick nod, and he wastes no time in sinking himself deep inside of you. a moan escapes you, and you throw your head back at the sudden, intense pleasure.

he starts fucking you hard, picking up a relentless pace as he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back into you. he snakes his hand between your colliding bodies and starts playing with your clit, knowing you don't have a lot of time, but wanting to make sure you both finish. your moans quickly transform into choked gasps and strangled whimpers as pleasure overwhelms ever nerve in your body. you feel your release rapidly approaching, and your eyes screw shut, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of him fucking you so perfectly.

grunts and moans start to leave seungmin's lips as he continues his unforgiving pace, not stopping even when your orgasm slams into you. you cum hard, legs starting to shake as white hot pleasure courses through your veins.

his hips start to stutter as he feels you pulsing around his cock, and it doesn't take long before his release finds him. a mixture of curses and your name pour from his lips as he cums deep inside of you. he slows his pace, but continues fucking you through his orgasm, using your body to pull every drop of pleasure from his own.

when he's done, he pulls out and flops onto the bed next to you. your pussy clenches around nothing at the sudden emptiness, and you feel some of his cum start to drip out. you jump slightly when you feel his hand on your leg, swiping his fingers through the mess running down your thighs.

you watch as he brings his hand up to your mouth and waits, giving you a silent request. you know he loves watching you do this, so you happily comply, reveling in the sound of his moan when you wrap your lips around his fingers and suck. when his fingers are clean he collapses back onto the bed where you both lay panting quietly for a few minutes, bodies slick with sweat from exertion.

just as you're starting to catch your breath and fully come back to reality, you hear the front door open and close, followed shortly by his mom's voice.

"kids!! we're home! and we brought cocoa!"

"we'll be right down!" seungmin hollers back. he turns his head to look at you, trailing his eyes up and down your naked body before making eye contact and smirking at you. "that was almost a close call. i guess we finished just in time."

"we both know we would've been done with time to spare if someone hadn't made such a big deal about having sex inn your old bedroom," you tease, poking his sides and laughing lightly as you do.

"hey! i was just trying to be respectful of the space. i grew up in here. i used to play with toys in here!"

"oh please, that's not all you played with in here. this room was probably ruined by your nasty personal sexcapades years ago."

your laughter only grows when you see the pained and embarrassed looks on his face so he pulls you closer, cutting off your giggles with his mouth. "oh come on, you know you enjoyed it," you murmur against his lips.

you feel a sigh leave his body before he kisses you again and responds. "yeah, i definitely did. it's always incredible with you no matter how unfortunate the location." you lazily make out for a minute or two more, enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other's bodies before his moms voice from downstairs breaks you apart.

"better hurry, or it's going to get cold!" his parents yell.

seungmin finally pulls away from you and stands, starting to pull on his pants.

"coming!" he hollers as he slips his shirt back on. "i hope you got peppermint!" he walks around the bed to head for the door, slapping your bare ass as you bend over to grab you pants. "next time we're spending the holidays at your parents' house." he throws you a wink over his shoulder before heading out the door and downstairs, leaving you to finish getting dressed.

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[noramoons]

better left unsaid.

pairing: kim seungmin x g/n reader

genre: academic rivals to lovers (?)

rating: T/13+

warnings: language, academic-related pressure, food mention, mentions of illness, brief mentions of parental issues

word count: 3.6k

summary: kim seungmin is a thorn in your side. being paired up with him for your midterm presentation is the absolute worst thing that could happen. isn’t it?

Admitting defeat is one thing.

You'd say you're typically gracious about it. It's not something you like doing, certainly, but you're usually pretty good about being able to tell when it's your time to bow out.

Admitting defeat to Kim Seungmin, however, is unthinkable.

It's impossible, actually. He's been a pain in your side for nearly an entire year now, and you'd thought you'd escaped him. Wasn't the whole point of going to a large university like this that you wouldn't see the same people all the time?

He'd been in a creative writing class with you your first year of college—your very first semester, that you'd gone into so happy and doe-eyed until you'd had the misfortune of sitting next to Kim Seungmin. Know-it-all didn't even begin to describe him—he made it a point to try to answer nearly every question your poor professor gave to the class (the questions you didn't beat him to, that is; you certainly weren’t going down without a fight). He'd make not-so-subtle comments about his grades to you, and you'd turn right around the next week and make the same comments about yours—piling on the extra credit assignments and additional references to get another point higher than him, just like he'd do to you with the next assignment. You did nothing but antagonize each other, even despite you constantly bringing up the fact that he was the one who had initially started this whole hellish competition—but it didn't matter. Both of you were determined to see the other shut up for once.

It was an absolutely brutal fifteen weeks—but the two of you both managed to end that semester with a 96, even after each of you went to the professor individually and begged for any more extra credit (she, of course, refused). You hadn't been able to settle your score with each other then, but the class was over, and you hoped to God you wouldn't have to see Seungmin in any of your classes again (or ever in your life, hopefully).

The winter break came and went, and you practically held your breath for the entirety of that first day back as you walked into each of your classes—but every single one of them had been beautifully, blissfully Seungmin-free. You'd been able to narrowly escape having any classes with him that spring, or even seeing him at all on campus. You'd nearly forgotten about your previous academic rival by the time the summer had arrived.

But now it's fall again—and you lock eyes with him the minute you walk in your first classroom.

Seungmin smiles at you from the first seat by the door, the closest to the professor's desk. "Running late this morning, are we?" he asks.

You force a smile across your lips as you try to distract yourself from the pit of despair opening up in your stomach. "There's still five minutes before class starts," you remind him coolly.

His smile only grows. "You know what they say. Early is on time, and on time is late."

You fight back against the feeling of your skin crawling as you pass him wordlessly to sit on the opposite side of the classroom. What was he doing in this class, anyway? It's just another required elective for you, a contemporary music history course that you had figured would be an easy elective to take.

Music history.

Seungmin's a music major, you remember absentmindedly.

Shit.

You're not going to put up with this again this semester. Last fall was hell, to put it lightly—and while you certainly didn't have to stoop to Seungmin's level back then, you certainly weren't going to just let him brag to you any way he wanted—and so the vicious cycle had kept the two of you ensnared. But you were determined not to let that happen again.

Your decision to sit as far away as possible from Kim Seungmin works fairly well, at first. You bite your tongue the first several weeks when he pointedly volunteers to answer any and all of the professor's questions, staring a hole through you from the other side of the room when you don't immediately try to one-up him (ah, if looks could kill...), you don't say a word when he loudly announces his perfect score on the first quiz of the course to his friends around him—in other words, you keep to yourself. And it works. For a while.

It's the fourth week of the course when your professor announces the topic for the midterm right before class ends for the day: a presentation on a contemporary music era of your choice.  Well, not just your choice—the midterm is a group project. And of course, the final nail in the coffin (since this class is clearly aiming to send you to an early grave) is that you can't pick your groupmates. Your professor will, and it will be at random. He'll announce the groups next week, presumably so you can all begin working on the material for the midterm as soon as possible.

You try to quell your nerves on the way home from class, taking a deep breath while you force yourself to unclench your jaw. It's not a huge class, but it isn't the smallest you've been in, either—considering the size, there's likely going to be at least four or five groups. The odds of you and Seungmin being in the same group are extraordinarily slim.

It isn't until the end of class Monday that Professor Kang finally gets around to announcing the groups. They will all be groups of three, he informs you, but since your class has an even number of students, there will be one group with just two classmates.

He goes down the list rather rapidly, and your heart begins to sink when you don't hear your name in the first several groups of three. By the time Professor Kang calls out your name, you realize, in a split-second moment of horrified realization, that you haven't heard his name yet, either.

"...and Kim Seungmin. That'll be our last group. You guys are all more than welcome to get your topics submitted early, but they're due for my approval by at least Monday. Alright! I hope you all have a good weekend," the professor says, turning back to his desk with a smile.

It's a nice sentiment, but you imagine you won't have a good weekend again for the rest of the semester. Is it too late to consider transferring schools?

You don't even make it down the hallway before there's a tap on your shoulder. "Funny seeing you again," he says, and Seungmin's voice is so close to your ear it nearly makes you jump. You spin around in the hall to face him, a fake smile neatly displayed across your cheeks. Your sparring matches with Seungmin have resumed—and by God, it's like muscle memory—how easily you're able to fall back into war with him.

"It is funny, isn't it?" you say, teeth clenched. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you asked the professor to make sure we ended up in the same group—especially considering that we're the only group of two."

He raises his hands above his head in mock self defense. "Hey, I wouldn't dare. Professor Kang said it was going to be randomized from the start—I wouldn't even think of interfering with that. It is interesting that it ended up like this though, isn't it?" he adds, laughing a little. "Do you believe in fate, Y/N?"

"Fate?" you repeat, letting out a scoff. "I don't really think that's any of your business. I have half a mind to go back in that classroom and ask Professor Kang if you really did beg him to be in the same group as me." You stick your bottom lip out in a show of false pity. "Kinda pathetic, don't you think?"

But Seungmin doesn't falter. "I told you I wouldn't do that. It really is just fate, or you and I are just both incredibly unlucky. And come on, I know you know what kind of student I am—you think I'd try to interfere with a professor's course materials? That's against the academic code of conduct, you know," he says, grinning once more.

You set your mouth into a firm line in an attempt to keep yourself from saying anything worse. "Okay," you say, finally—finally bowing to the unbelievably shitty situation you've found yourself in. "Okay. Fine. We're in the same group for this midterm, so let's just get it done as quickly as possible. Meet me in the library on Thursday on the 3rd floor, by the farthest window. 3:00 p.m., sharp. Don't be late."

Seungmin's grin widens. "I wouldn't dream of it."

~~~

Despite all of Seungmin's arrogance, you can at least count on him to be timely—he gets to the library even before you do on Thursday, passing you as you walk up the staircase with a syrupy sweet smile.

You want to throttle him.

"What were you thinking for the topic?" he asks, setting his backpack down on a chair beside the window as he moves to sit down.

You narrow your eyebrows at him as you move to sit across from him. "You're asking me? I'm surprised you haven't written the entire project already and aren't snapping at me for not participating."

Seungmin smirks. "No, I haven't done that. Have you thought about it yet?"

This is a game. It has to be. Kim Seungmin is not seriously asking for your opinion—that implies he actually cares about it. "I...I'm not sure. I was thinking the 1960s? Everything was so tumultuous politically at the time, and it showed pretty obviously in the music. There's loads of examples to choose from that we could form a presentation around."

Seungmin thinks about your suggestion for a brief moment before he nods. "Okay, sure. That sounds good to me."

You let out a short laugh before you can stop yourself. "I'm sorry...who are you?" You lean across the table to lay a hand against his forehead. "Do you have some kind of mind-altering fever?"

He swats your hand away, but there's still a grin on his face. What the hell? "No, I feel just fine. It's only the two of us in this group—there's no point in arguing about the topic when the presentation's only a month away. If the grades were individual, I'd just let you suffer, but they aren't. So this," he says, gesturing vaguely at the space between the two of you, "is the best way to assure we both get a good grade. There will be plenty of other smaller parts of the presentation we can threaten to kill each other about, but agreeing on the big picture is important. So I just figured I'd defer to you."

To say you're stunned is an understatement—but you know not to second-guess Seungmin, so you try to shake off the look of pure shock on your face as much as you can. "Well...okay," you finally say, laughing a little nervously. "As long as you're sure you're okay with that."

He nods. "I think it's a good choice. And you're right that we've got plenty to choose from—did you have anything that came to mind first?"

The hours practically fly by as you and Seungmin spend the rest of your library session brainstorming your midterm project. He knows nearly all the songs you bring up, of course—and he lends you an earbud so you can listen to a few of his suggestions, too. They aren't bad.

Your next two midterm sessions go almost just as well. Seungmin had been right—the two of you do bicker profusely about the minutia of the presentation, on who should say what, on who should get credit for which point about a song you both already knew, on whether "The Beatles" looks terrible in blue Brush Script font (it does)—but you're still able to move past all those after some mostly relaxed arguments (you were not budging on the font issue, and Seungmin threatened to toss your laptop down the library stairs). Both of you are extremely pleased with how far you've come along on the presentation (and how maybe not-so-impossible it is to be around each other. Or how nice Seungmin sometimes looks when he's focusing on his writings—and in truth, nice barely begins to cover it. But you have every intention of taking that observation to your grave).

Your third session, a week and a half before your midterm, does not go anything like the ones before it.

You know you're doomed the minute you try to sit up in bed that morning—try being the key word there. The immediate pounding at your skull causes a groan to pass your lips before you're even aware of it.

You push tentatively on your sinuses beside your nose, and the pressure there nearly makes you want to cry. Judging by the clammy feeling of your sweaty skin clinging to your pajamas, you probably have a fever of some sort, too. The realization settles in your chest like a weight.

You've got something—no doubt about it.

You let out another sigh of disappointment before rolling over to grab your phone. You text Seungmin that you won't be able to make it to the library today, and then silence your notifications. He doesn't need to know anything else. For now, you're just going to focus on the sudden heaviness pushing down on your eyelids and sleeping off whatever the hell this is that you've somehow contracted.

~~~

It's dark by the time you open your eyes again, but that may just be from the sudden thunderstorm you hear outside. You're awakened by the unceasing buzzing of your phone on your nightstand.

< 2 missed calls from K.S >

K.S

> hey.

> you know the midterm's in less than 2 weeks right

You roll your eyes. Why couldn't he just read between the lines?

y/n

< i do actually

< i'm rlly sick. haven't even left my room today. i'll catch up on monday

You're just about to lay your phone back down when you feel it buzz. Already? Doesn't he have anything better to do?

K.S

> and i'm sick of ur excuses

> i'll be by in 15

Your eyes widen slightly at that. He'll be “by?” By your apartment? He doesn't even know where you live—

No, you realize in horror, he does. He had dropped you back home after that very first brainstorming session for the midterm you two had.

Well, it's not like he'll be able to get in, you think, trying to calm yourself down.

And sure enough, you hear a knock at the door almost exactly fifteen minutes after you'd gotten his text. You let out an indignant sigh before picking up your phone again.

K.S

> i'm outside

y/n

< seungmin i feel like shit

< pls go back home, i don't want u getting sick too

K.S

> it's raining

y/n

< i literally couldn’t care less <3

K.S.

> is this ur spare key under the mat?

You shoot up in bed, but it's too late—you hear the lock clicking and the door turning by the time you've wrapped a blanket around yourself and dashed into the front hallway, ignoring the pounding at your temples as you do so.

Seungmin waves from the doorway. "I brought soup. Can I come in?"

You look him up and down. He's nearly drenched from standing outside, so you quickly run into the laundry room and hand him a towel before beckoning him further inside.

He thanks you for the towel, drying his hair after handing you the bag he says contains chicken noodle soup. You glance at the writing on the bag—it's from your favorite restaurant.

You look up at Seungmin. "I love this place."

"I know," he says, in that slightly irritating matter-of-fact tone. "You came to that second study session with a drink from there."

You narrow your eyes at him. "You remember that?"

He blinks at you slowly. "Of course."

Of course?

"Anyway," he continues, "you look like shit. You weren't kidding."

You make a face. "Thanks, Seungmin."

"You're welcome. What have you had to drink today?"

You look down at the soup bag, avoiding the frown developing across his lips. "Nothing."

You don't have to meet Seungmin's gaze to know the look of slight irritation on his face. But why? It's never been directed at you out of concern, if all things, before. "Have you had anything to eat, either?"

You don't answer.

He lets out a small hmph. "You must really be sick, then. I thought you'd be smarter than that."

"Seungmin, I really don't think—"

"Where are your cups?" he suddenly asks, and you look up to find him opening nearly every cabinet in your kitchen. What the hell is wrong with him? Is he sick too?

"Um...second cabinet from the fridge," you answer after an unusual beat of silence, and he pulls a tall pink cup out, filling it with water from the sink before gesturing with his head towards the couch in the living room.

"You up for eating?"

Up for it is an understatement—you're practically starving. So you follow his lead onto the couch, pulling out the soup container and the plastic utensils after taking a few sips of the water he wordlessly sets in front of you.

Seungmin stares at you from across the couch as you open up the soup container. "None of your friends wanted to come by and drop off food? Or anything?" His voice is unusually gentle—you almost don't recognize the tone in his words at all.

You gather up another spoonful of soup instead of answering. "No," you say finally, decidedly. "They didn't." Truth be told, you don't have that many friends to begin with—diving headfirst into your studies in the way that you have over the past year means you haven’t had time for much else.

Seungmin's eyes narrow, but he doesn't say another word until you finish your soup. The warmth of the food fills you from the inside out—you're practically more drowsy now than you were this morning. "I, um...I think I'd better go back to bed," you say, softly.

Seungmin nods. "Sure," he says, understanding. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I'll see you on Monday, alright?"

You grab his wrist as he starts to stand, overcome by a sudden emotion. You aren't sure if it's the fact that you've been alone all day, or if you're overwhelmed from whatever this is you've come down with, or if Seungmin's gesture has touched you more than you'd expected—either way, he stops moving the instant you touch him. "Seungmin," you start, not quite meeting his gaze. "Can you, um...can you stay?"

He stares at you for a moment, just long enough for you to form an apology at the tip of your tongue before he nods. "Yeah," he says quietly, nodding as he sits back down. "I'll stay."

You practically melt back into the couch beside him, your head gradually falling onto his shoulder as he raises a tentative hand to gently stroke the hair at the crown of your head.

It's not long before he feels you falling asleep, lying heavier against the side of his body, but Seungmin doesn't mind in the slightest. He's not sure how long you'll be asleep for—he's never been sick like this, not that he can remember, but he knows he wouldn't want to be alone if he felt this badly. And he's downright irritated that none of your friends bothered to come by—aren't they concerned? Is he the weird one for caring about whether or not you were okay, somehow?

But he has a sneaking suspicion in the back of his mind on why he's been so concerned. Seungmin knows why he felt his heart sink with disappointment when you told him you weren't going to be able to make it to the library today. He's enjoyed getting to work with you over the past few weeks, even when the two of you are bickering loud enough to cause the passing librarians to hiss a harsh shush as they walk past. He likes being around you.

He likes you. He's spent long enough denying it.

He was stupid last year—pushing himself to get all A's at his parents' urging and dragging you along with him, creating a stupid rivalry between the two of you just to fulfill what his parents wanted from him. You're smart—so smart, and not just academically. You keep up with him, outsmarting him more than half the time, if he's being perfectly honest—and it pushes him to be better, too. He wants to be better—to be better at talking to you when you aren't just intentionally teasing and annoying each other. To maybe keep talking to you even after the midterm is over, if that's something you would even consider.

Seungmin glances down at your head against his shoulder, at the soft curve of your chin tucked against him, at the gentle rise and fall of your even breaths as you sleep peacefully beside him.

Maybe he'll tell you what he's realized, how he really feels when you wake up. For now, though—he's satisfied with this, you lying safely and contently beside him.

Everything else can wait.

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Adventures of Campus: Whores and Love

Pairing: Reader x Seungmin

Word count: 25k

Genre: Romance | Fluff | Mild Angst | Slice of Life | Friends With Benefits AU | “More than friends, not quite lovers” AU | College AU

Kim Seungmin, captain of the baseball team and one of the most popular guys on campus. Almost as if it’s a blessing, he has practically the entire campus throwing themselves at him, which not only fuels his ego, but it also fuels his desire to not want a serious relationship.

At least until you come along. And Seungmin’s biggest problem with having casual sex with you is the fact that you’re exactly like him.

Warnings: A lot of implied sex | Alcohol usage | Felix is an alcoholic with ADHD

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i.

“Go! Go!”

Seungmin makes a break for it. He tosses the wooden baseball bat aside and sprints to the next base as fast as his legs can carry him. He reaches first base with the ball still high in the sky and the players of the defence team trying their best to gauge exactly where the ball will land.

He spares a glance at the sky when he reaches second base only to see it slowly coming back down towards the field.

“Faster, Seungmin!”

He isn’t sure exactly who it is that’s cheering his name, but he gathers that it’s from one of the cheerleaders that crowd at the right end of the field—the one that he’s quickly approaching and dodging defensive players to reach.

“Just one more,” Seungmin thinks to himself as he manages to bounce off of third base and forces himself to run as fast as possible to reach home base.  

He can hear his name being cheered repeatedly by the cheerleaders and the students that watch from the bright green painted bleachers.

From the corner of his eye, Seungmin is able to see someone dashing towards home base in an attempt to stop him from reaching the final plate.

Until he drops the ground and slides across the dirt with his eyes squeezed shut, praying that he manages to reach home base. He manages to slide himself directly onto the plate and dodges the jumping player as the crowd erupts.

Seungmin opens his eyes, when he hears the screams and cheers, looking around in almost disbelief that he’s won his team yet another game.

His teammates charge towards him in joy and lift him up, his hands flailing about in an attempt to balance himself. Seungmin watches as people crowd him to chant his name.

“Seungmin! Seungmin! Seungmin!”

The adrenaline pumps throughout his veins at the feeling of so many people cheering him on like he’s the only person in the world who matters right now.

Because Seungmin’s damn good at baseball and he knows he is.

But the fame doesn’t matter to him as much as actually getting to home base in time.

He doesn’t care about the pressure that could overcome him from being labelled the best batter in his team, he doesn’t care about the people that cheer for him the moment he appears, he honestly doesn’t really care that much whether or not he loses because, at the end of the day,

Seungmin just really fucking loves baseball.

And he doesn’t care about the outcome most of the time, he just loves the rush that he feels when he plays. He loves how it feels when he swings the bat and he can see the ball shooting into the sky like it’s a star.

There’s a different sort of a rush that comes with baseball and it's nothing like the rush he gets when he’s swinging his bat. He’s never felt anything like it and nothing ever makes him feel the same because nothing compares to the rush he gets when he’s sprinting along the edges of the playing field and chasing the rubber plates on each end.

He’s never loved a sport as much as he’s loved baseball. Seungmin doesn’t care about the way his best friends Yang Jeongin and Hwang Hyunjin make a big deal over the fact that baseball “isn’t anything other than taking your frustration out on a little ball”. There’s just so much about baseball that fills him to the brim with joy.

And most of all, Seungmin loves the way baseball makes him feel like he can do anything in the world.

But Seungmin also doesn’t really expect Hyunjin or Jeongin to actually understand that much when Hyunjin’s in the national male gymnast team and Jeongin’s part of the university’s top swim team.

He just loves doing it and he loves Jeongin and Hyunjin enough to not care about the jokes or teases they make towards his sport.

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“That was actually really good,” Jeongin claims as he and Hyunjin crowd around Seungmin. “I don’t even know anything about baseball, but I could tell that hit was it.”

“How are you feeling about going to nationals?” Hyunjin asks, completely disregarding Jeongin’s presence by pushing his way closer to Seungmin as they walk towards their lecture hall.

Jeongin whines in protest, but doesn’t really do much to counter Hyunjin because he knows that if he does anything, Hyunjin’s going to end up doing more than just cry and Jeongin really doesn’t want to have to deal with a crying Hyunjin in the middle of the media building’s hallway.

None of them are exactly trained with dealing with a crying Hyunjin because when he starts crying, he starts crying.

And Seungmin and Jeongin know him enough to try and avoid anything that can make him sad. Especially after his last breakup where he sobbed on the dining room floor of Seungmin and Jeongin’s shared flat with a bottle of red wine in his hands like he was some divorced housewife.

Which is actually one of the best introduction stories that Seungmin has because Hyunjin was only a mutual friend of Jeongin. So, when Seungmin had come home from a bad date that night to see a lanky graphic design student drunkenly crying, “give me another chance,” on his dining room floor, it was a bit more than awkward when morning came with Hyunjin’s sobriety. Or was it his kitchen floor? Seungmin honestly can’t remember.

“I’m really happy about it,” Seungmin nods his head with a smile on his face, “I like baseball and I like that I’m good enough to actually get this far.”

“You’d have sex with baseball if it was a person,” Hyunjin jokes.

Seungmin throws a glare his way, but just like Jeongin, he doesn’t make an effort to do much.

“Anyway,” he clears his throat, “with baseball, I’ve never doubted my ability in it. I know when I might lose and I know when I’ve probably hit a pretty damn good hit. I’m pretty sure the guys are gonna have a party tonight to celebrate the win.”

“Speaking of which,” Jeongin cuts in, “are you going?”

“Seriously?” Hyunjin laughs, making the both of them turn to look at him. “This guy would never pass up a party,” he snorts, “he doesn’t even get drunk—he’s just there to have sex.”

“I never do it with the drunk ones,” Seungmin quickly defends himself.

“Right, you just wait for the ‘lone wolf’ in the corner of the room, sipping on their drink like they’re in a movie or something,” he rolls his eyes.

“I’m practically a baseball prodigy—I might as well be the main character,” he jokes. “I just have to find my second lead.”  

“Whatever you say, big guy,” Jeongin chuckles while patting Seungmin on the back. He lets out an annoyed grunt as he shrugs Jeongin’s hand off, but it doesn’t stop the slight smile that tugs on his lips.

Their relationship is as tight as it can get. After the entire drunk Hyunjin incident, Seungmin had taken it upon himself to get to know him better. He knew that there had to be more to the poor heartbroken man than the temporary alcoholism that came with his breakup.

And Seungmin learned that he was right.

Hyunjin’s one of the nicest people that he’s ever met and he’s more than blessed to have come home that night to Jeongin saying, “I can’t calm him down—do we give him a sedative?”

He always laughs whenever he thinks about their meeting because when he and Jeongin had met for the first time, Seungmin hadn’t expected that Hyunjin would be tumbling into his life so suddenly.

Seungmin and Jeongin knew each other from their first year of university. Jeongin graduated early and was in Seungmin’s Film class, the two of them clicked almost instantly and decided to share a flat together only after their first semester of knowing each other.

“I think I’ll miss out on the party,” Hyunjin says.

“Me, too. I have a pop quiz tomorrow morning and I really don’t want to piss off Mr Khoo after what happened last time I missed the quiz,” Jeongin huffs.

“To be fair, you had told him you were late because you had to get your hair done,” Seungmin reminds him with a laugh.

“My hair is important! It was a perm and I would have had to wait another month to get an appointment with those guys!”

“And you had to tell him?” Hyunjin laughs as well. “You could’ve easily gotten away by just saying you had a family emergency or a doctor’s appointment! I’m a graphic design student—I can forge a doctor’s note easily!”

His voice echoes throughout the hall and every other student turns to look at him with wide eyes.

“Jin, don’t brag about that in the middle of the hallway,” Seungmin hushes and places his hand on Hyunjin’s shoulder lightly.

“Right,” he lowers his head in embarrassment. “But hey, Yeni, if you need anything physically forged, just let me know and I’ll see if I can Photoshop it.”

“I’ll give you twenty bucks next time,” Jeongin nods ecstatically. “Actually, could you forge one for tomorrow morning so I can go to the party tonight?”

Hyunjin stops his movement and stares at the younger man, “I have an assignment. I’m not going to forge a doctor’s note for tomorrow morning because I’m not going to that party which means you don't get to either.”

“W-What?” Jeongin scoffs.

“It’s only fair!”

“No it’s not! Seungmin, tell him it’s not!”

“I don’t want any part of this,” Seungmin chuckles as he quickly starts walking towards his politics class while the two continue arguing.

“Hyunjin, come on!”

“I’m not doing it!”

“You’re just jealous that Felix likes me better!”

“Don’t bring Lix into this or I’m taking the offer back completely.”

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ii.

Seungmin wanders into the house without much hesitation. The loud bass of the music booms throughout the neighbourhood and he can practically feel his entire body vibrating along with it. He’s come to accept the loud bass and strong smell of alcohol after the past few years of being in the university’s baseball team because every time they win, Felix gets his entire house to throw a party that typically has the entire university invited.

Upon entering, he’s not really that surprised when he sees one of his baseball-mates, Lee Felix, almost blackout drunk as he stumbles towards him with a hop in his step, giggling madly.

“Minnieeee!” Felix slurs when he sees Seungmin approaching him. “You…” He starts and sluggishly throws his arm over his shoulders to lazily pull him towards him, “you…  are so good at baseball, man,” he groggily says, hiccuping right afterwards. “Like… I don’t… How do you do it?”

Seungmin holds back his laugh, a ghost of a smile pulling at his lips as he listens to Felix.

“I just… want you… I want you to have all the sex life can offer,” Felix continues. The pitch of his voice is fluctuating intensely, but Seungmin doesn’t hold it against him when he knows that Felix is a borderline alcoholic.

Felix isn’t exactly one of Seungmin’s closest friends, but he’s in the baseball team and he’s a pretty nice guy, so he never really sees anything wrong with hanging out with the guy whenever he invites him out.

The main problem is that Lee Felix only ever wants to hangout if it means he’s getting a drink or four. He’s either very drunk and very sweet or only very sweet.

“That’s sweet, thank you,” Seungmin smiles.

“You can… There’s this person… That you can try approaching…” Before he can even continue, he passes out in Seungmin’s arms.

“Woah!” he exclaims when he realises that Felix has put all of his weight on him. “Alright, buddy, that’s enough ginger beer for you.”

Seungmin takes the liberty in turning around to lay Felix onto his back and lift him up in a very odd piggyback where Felix is completely limp.

He carefully pushes past the crowd of people that are completely oblivious to the pair and makes his way up the stairs. Seungmin’s been inside the shared home enough to locate Felix’s bedroom with ease, slowly pushing into the third door on the left where it’s completely dark save for the  glowing colour changing lights coming from Felix’s PC.

Seungmin always wondered why Felix was so willing in spending money on his gaming setup, but even he has to admit that the RGB fans that glow within the pristine white case with the transparent side panel. The white leather chair is facing away from Seungmin, but he’s always itching to sit in it with how the cushion is absolutely perfect for literal days of sitting on.

He plops Felix onto the neatly made bed. Seungmin stands still at the side of his bed, wondering whether he should tuck the poor man into his bed before the sound of a chair squeaking surprises him.

Seungmin looks upright and almost drops Felix onto the ground in shock when he sees you sitting on Felix’s gaming chair, eyes wide as you watch what happens with a red solo cup in your left hand.

You both stare at each other without moving for a moment. Seungmin looks around the area awkwardly before he finally sets Felix down safely and stands upright. When he takes a few more steps closer towards you, he’s finally able to see exactly who you are; head of the cheerleaders and one of the best gymnasts in the university.

“What are you doing here?” he asks loudly.

“Aren’t you going to lower your voice? The poor guy’s sleeping,” you chuckle softly.

“When Felix blacks out, he wouldn’t even wake up to an explosion,” Seungmin reassures you with a laugh. He takes another step closer to you and smiles, “what are you doing up here? I wouldn’t have expected the head cheerleader to be camping in a gamer’s bedroom in the middle of a party.”

“Oh, usually I’d be downstairs,” you claim while nodding, “but I’m not really feeling the vibe right now.” You turn to look at the cup in your hand and swirl it around for a moment, “Felix really needs to stop being in charge of drinks because I’m pretty sure he puts himself into these blackouts himself.”

“Ahah,” Seungmin breathes out the laugh almost sarcastically, but only because you’re right on the dot there.

“But, I’m actually in here because I needed to talk to Felix about something. I don’t know what I was expecting, coming to a party at his house and hoping to talk to him,” you sigh, “but here we are.”

“How important was it? I doubt you’d be able to get anything coherent out of him for the next ten hours.”

“It wasn’t that important,” you laugh as you stand. “I’m just going home then.”

“No, hold on.” Seungmin digs his hands into the pockets of his grey pullover. “If it’s something not that important, then you wouldn’t mind sharing it with me, would you?”

You tilt your head slightly and raise an eyebrow.

“Depends on what the outcome is.”

“How about I take you down to the ramen place right outside the neighbourhood and we’ll see?” Seungmin suggests.

You let out a small laugh as your arms crossed over your chest, “I don’t think I should be expecting much out of the baseball team’s captain. I’d just end up being a score for you with how you’ve managed to work through most of my team.”  

“Who said I was keeping score? I just like the exercise,” he smiles coyly.

Seungmin would definitely be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to you in some way or another. As head cheerleader, you had many eyes on you and you weren’t the captain for no reason. You’re truly the best of your entire team. Your confidence practically oozes off of you whenever you’re out performing in the field or for competitions and you’ve been able to lead your team to national tournaments.

You and Seungmin were also practically the same person as far as he heard.

Students on campus were terrified of the two of you only because you shared the same style of expressionless eyes and barely showed much of a smile unless you were with your friends. You were also known around campus as two of the more active captains who would mingle at parties and would always be seen leaving with a new person at almost every party.

So it isn’t news that you were both looking at each other with a different sense of want.

“I’ll take that offer for the ramen,” you say as you walk past him and push your hands into the pockets of your light blue denim jacket. “But you’re paying because I left my wallet at home.”

“You’ll find a way to make up for it.”

“And don’t turn this into some kind of a porno,” you turn your head slightly to give him a glare which only makes him laugh.

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iii.

There’s something different as Seungmin walks into his first class of the morning with a minor headache from having actually only slept about three hours, movement sluggish as he carries himself up the dark blue carpeted stairs and backpack practically thrown onto the floor when he finally reaches his seat.

He almost collapses into the blue cushioned chair and immediately pulls down the wooden table folded against the seat in front of him, hunching over to smack his face onto the desk. Too little sleep means a too unaware and unbothered Seungmin.

“Hey,” Jeongin hisses with his elbow violently nudging Seungmin’s.

“What?” Seungmin groans without lifting his head.

“Felix wanted me to pass you this.” His hand slides under the small gap between Seungmin’s arm and the table, letting a piece of paper remain as he removes his hand and makes Seungmin sit upright when he sees it.

“What is this?”

“I don’t know,” Jeongin shrugs, “he passed it to me this morning when we bumped into each other in the cafeteria.”

Seungmin stares at the wrinkly piece of paper before he gently unfolds it.

(Y/n) told me you put me in bed. Thanks for that. I’ll buy you lunch later so text me because I’ll definitely forget.

“Couldn’t he have messaged me this?” Seungmin wonders out loud once he’s done reading it.

“You know how Felix gets,” Jeongin shrugs. “But there’s also something else—”

“Seungmin!” He’s rudely interrupted by the high pitched squeak of Hyunjin’s voice as he barges past a pair of students to get into the lecture hall, stumbling up the carpeted stairs and scrambling to where Jeongin and Seungmin are sitting—and also watching in confusion. “Seungmin! Seungmin…” Hyunjin pants heavily as he stops right in front of Seungmin’s desk and collapses onto the cushioned chair in front of the two.

“Dude? Did you actually run all the way here?” Jeongin snorts when he sees how out of breath Hyunjin is when he’s a national gymnast.

“You…” he raises a slender finger to point directly at Seungmin’s face, “went home… with (Y/n), right?”

“What?”

“(Y/n)... head cheerleader… top gymnast of the university… after me?!”

“Oh, yeah, we had sex,” Seungmin nods.

“Well…” Hyunjin lets out a horrific sounding groan as he sits upright and finally catches his breath. He throws his arm over the back of the chair and slams his phone, screen up, onto the table, “you’re not the only ones who know.”

On the phone screen, Seungmin’s able to recognise the university’s confessions page on Instagram.

I’m not one for gossip, but I saw Kim Seungmin and (Y/n) leaving Lee Felix’s party last night. Knowing those two, I can’t imagine what else they’d be doing together >.<

“Jesus Christ, don’t these people have anything better to do?” Jeongin scoffs as he picks the phone up to read the post more clearly, but Seungmin remains unbothered; eyes staring at Hyunjin in confusion.

“Where were you before this?” he asks calmly.

“I ran from my apartment across the street. I was having breakfast with Yeji—and she might be mad at me now—but I ditched breakfast the moment Wooyoung sent me the post and ran here,” he explains with his breath still heaving slightly.

“You ran from your apartment to the lecture hall to show me this?” Seungmin repeats simply. Hyunjin nods and rests his cheek against the chair, unbothered about the fact that none of them are sure of the last time it was cleaned, but he really just doesn’t care and he’s tired. “Jin, I don’t care about these things.”

“I know you don’t, but still,” Hyunjin shrugs.

“You could’ve texted me—what is up with you guys and not texting me today?” he wonders in slight disbelief.

“Felix is forgetful. His ADHD makes him a little bit spicier than usual, so I’ve just learned to roll with what he decides,” Jeongin waves his hand off, eyes still glued to Hyunjin’s phone.

“Why are you so invested in that anyway?” Hyunjin scoffs when he sees just how immersed in the post he is.

“The comments are interesting,” he shrugs. “Hey Min, check this out: ‘what if they end up deciding they both like each other and stop sleeping with other people?’.”

Jeongin peeks up from the phone to look at Seungmin who stares at him with his bottom lip jutting out in thought before he shrugs.

“I don’t know, I’ve never thought about commitment before.”  

He finally puts the phone down to look at Seungmin in disbelief.

“What?”

“Are we really surprised here? He fucks anything that walks,” Hyunjin snorts.

“What?” Seungmin raises his hands in defence, “it’s not something that I actively think about. I have other things to worry about.”

“Yeah, but haven’t you ever thought about what happens after uni? Whether you’re gonna get married or just live a life alone?”

“Don’t put it that way,” Hyunjin scolds while lightly smacking the back of his hand against Jeongin’s. “Not everyone is into a life of marriage and kids, Yeni. I don’t even think I wanna get married either.”

“I’m not saying that everyone needs to get married, I’m asking whether you’re going to have a ‘college-whore’ phase or if you’re just not really down to actually getting into a committed relationship with anyone.”

Seungmin stares at him for a moment before shrugging, “never thought about that.”

Jeongin furrows his eyebrows but decides not to question it. He knows that Seungmin isn’t a hopeless romantic like he is, but Jeongin’s always thought that he’s at least wondering about marriage or his future relationships.

“When it happens, it happens,” he states nonchalantly.

Seungmin’s not the kind of person who thinks about his future relationships as in depth as Jeongin does. He’s more worried about his future career to actually wonder about whether or not he’ll end up marrying someone from university or someone that he eventually finds or who eventually finds him.

He’s never had any worries about what happens to his love life after he graduates because Seungmin’s not even interested in the idea of a committed relationship just yet. He doesn’t worry about what happens in the future and he makes sure that whoever he spends the night with knows that he isn’t intending on anything else other than just sex.

Which is why he’s somewhat surprised that you actually ended up leaving your number on his bedside table because Seungmin’s aware that you’re not exactly a ‘committed relationship’ person either. The both of you take the crown as the university’s one-night stands.

If you or Seungmin went to a party, you’d always end up leaving with someone, and the only reason why everyone knows is because you both came across one single person who wasn’t exactly the best at keeping secrets; not that it bothered the both of you. If anything, Seungmin thinks that it helps avoid any sort of attachments people form towards him.

“How was it, anyway?” Jeongin asks.

“What?”

“(Y/n).”

“You’re fucking sick,” Seungmin scoffs.

“I don’t mean it that way!” he gasps, cheeks burning red as he leans away from the baseball player. “You know I don’t!”

“I know; your reaction is just funny,” he laughs. “They left their number on my bedside table and asked if we could meet up again sometime soon.”

“Have you texted them?” Hyunjin pipes in.

“Not yet, no,” Seungmin shakes his head.

“Why not?”

“I’m swamped with assignments right now. I don’t have time to just ‘hit someone up’ out of nowhere. When the time comes, it comes,” he explains.

Jeongin nods knowingly and turns his attention to his own phone—where Hyunjin assumes that he’s back to looking at the confessions page post because it had actually garnered quite a bit of attention from the students of their university.  

Hyunjin and Seungmin stare at him for a moment before finding ways to preoccupy themselves. Seungmin lowers his head against the table just as he did before and allows himself to fall asleep while Hyunjin takes his phone away from Jeongin’s table to scroll through Instagram mindlessly waiting for their professor to show up.

And until you walk in with your own clique; Lee Felix, Seo Changbin, Shin Ryujin, and Hwang Yeji.

Hyunjin’s the first to notice only because Yeji appears in front of him with her hand on her hip and a rolled up worksheet in her hand.

“Abandoning me at breakfast—really?!” she scoffs as she smacks him on the head with the booklet.

“Ow! Ow!” Hyunjin whines—even though it really doesn’t hurt that much—and uses his hands to try and block her advances.

“Not even an explanation afterwards,” Yeji huffs once she’s done with her attack.

“I’m sorry! I just had something I really wanted to show Seungmin,” he mumbles.

“So you abandon me in the middle of the restaurant when you were the one who stood outside my apartment yelling at me to ‘hurry the fuck up’ so that we wouldn’t miss the breakfast menu?!”

“I’ll make up for it, I promise!”

“You better, Hwang Hyunjin.” Her lean arms cross her over chest, the fabric of her black bomber jacket bunching up before she turns to Seungmin and Jeongin, who had been watching the entire thing, and smiles, “how are you guys doing? I feel like I never get the chance to hang out.”

“Oh, so you’re nice to them?” Hyunjin rolls his eyes.

She doesn’t even look at him as she smacks the paper in his face once again and keeps the sweet smile on her face as she looks at his friends.

“You’re always busy with cheerleading,” Jeongin whines. “We want to hang out with you and your friends so bad, but you guys are never free!”

“It’s not our fault that you guys are always busy with your own things,” you chuckle from behind Yeji with your hand resting lazily on the strap of your black messenger bag.

“Hey, you and I have practice around the same time,” Seungmin claims, his tone playfully sharp, but all you do is shrug with a smug smile on your face.

“We share the field with the rugby players, so Changbin’s as preoccupied as we are.”

All attention turns to Seo Changbin, the only rugby player out of the entire friend group, but he looks between all of them before his shoulders raise into a shrug.

Changbin’s a bit more on the quiet side. He’s a big guy, body practically gifted by the universe for rugby; which he actually ended up loving when he first tried it out. The sport only encouraged him more to work out so that he would be strong enough to take down literally anyone on the field. But for a big guy with a stone cold demeanour, Changbin’s an absolute sweetheart underneath.

He doesn’t talk that much in public, but when he’s behind closed doors and surrounded by people that he’s comfortable with, Changbin is the loudest and most chaotic out of all of them. The hole that remains in he and Felix’s living room proves that, while this guy is usually the ever so calm and collected man, alcohol makes him forget how strong he is when he’s swinging around a fifty kilogram kettlebell like it weighs nothing.

The twenty-three year old is already in his masters program, but he ended up clicking well with Felix and Ryujin because he’s a pretty funny guy when he isn’t clutching a rugby ball like his life depends on it as he barrels through four other people who are either the same size as him or way bigger.

“I have no comments on this. I just hang out with whoever wants to hang out,” Changbin mutters.

“You’d think that maybe Seungmin would be spending more time with your crew since half of you guys are on the field,” Jeongin snickers.

“I’m usually out of the locker room before most of them are in,” Seungmin confesses, turning to Felix who only nods in agreement.

“Seungmin never sticks around. Even the times that I do catch him, it’s right before he leaves and he’s usually heading somewhere else,” he explains.

“What the hell are you doing right after baseball?” Hyunjin scoffs out a laugh.

“People.”

Both groups freeze. Heads slowly turn to look at Seungmin who moves his attention to his phone instead, ignoring the way everyone is staring at him for his comment. He looks up at everyone calmly and smiles.

“God, I hate this guy,” Ryujin laughs. “He’s so confident in himself that it hurts.”

“If I was as good at baseball as he is, I would probably be the same,” you snort. “He gets ass whenever he wants and it’s not like anyone’s itching to date him either.”

“They have a point,” Changbin nods in agreement.

“Stop feeding his ego,” Jeongin rolls his eyes, head shaking when he sees the smug look on Seungmin’s face. “Hyunjin and I already have a hard time with him gushing about baseball.”

“I’m good at it.”

“You say that one more time and it loses its charm, yeah?” you threaten jokingly. Seungmin turns to look at you and he swears he feels something clicking in his head the moment you make unwavering eye contact with him.

The two of you stare at each other, unblinking, as though it’s some kind of a power challenge to see who would end up folding at each other’s cold glares.

“Christ, get a fucking room,” Felix laughs when the two of you have been staring at each other for quite a while.

“It’s a game,” you claim as you finally turn away from him to look at Felix with a smile.

“When did you guys come up with it? When he was ramming himself into you?” Hyunjin snickers.

Yeji all but smacks him again with the piece of paper, muttering something under her breath along the lines of, ‘fucking idiot’, before she plops herself right beside him.

Her action seems to make some kind of domino effect which leads the rest of your friend group sitting around Seungmin and his friends, you sitting directly beside him without saying anything else.

He lowers his head once again, wanting to take at least a ten minute nap before class is supposed to start and everyone is preoccupied with chatting with each other to bother him; all except for you.

You sit beside Seungmin with your gaze locked onto nothing as time passes by.

Jeongin takes notice of the action, but he doesn’t say anything about it and laughs when he hears Hyunjin and Yeji laughing at something Changbin had said, deciding to let you snap out of your trance on your own.

But your thoughts rage inside of your head like a hurricane.

And Seungmin peeks up from his arm ever so slightly, watching the way you seem completely lost in your own head and are almost unaware of anything happening around you.

He waits a moment longer before turning his head down just as Felix turns to you and nudges you lightly.

“You okay?” he asks softly.

You blink a few times and turn to him with a nod, “yeah.”

Seungmin stays silent and chooses to pretend to be asleep until he hears the professor greeting the class brightly.

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iv.

Seungmin swings his wooden baseball bat just as the pitcher throws the ball at him, the white and red stitched baseball flying straight to the sky.

“Good hit, Seungmin!” his coach praises.

He doesn’t say anything as he lowers his bat and continues to watch the ball fly across the field in the same direction as the team of cheerleaders on the other end right past the rugby team.

Seungmin’s eyes stop at you, where you watch your team form pyramids and instruct where they need to go or how they should be posing. He lets his gaze linger for a moment and just watches the way you interact with them, Yeji briefly dropping from her position to say something to which you nod.

He still hasn’t called you yet, but something inside of him seems to be reaching out to you from the way he just can’t tear his gaze away from you; even as he’s walking to another end of the baseball field to let someone else practice.

Seungmin lets out a sigh when he sits on the grassy ground and brings his baby blue water bottle to his lips.

“Good hit, Min,” Felix praises, seemingly appearing behind the captain from out of nowhere, but the suddenness of his appearance doesn’t bother Seungmin that much.

“Thanks,” he nods. He watches as Felix sits beside him with his own water bottle and towel in one hand and a baseball glove in the other, the dark brown leather worn out from years of use as it snugly wraps around his right hand.

“What are you doing after practice?”

“Not sure yet. I’m waiting for Hyunjin and Jeongin to say something because they both have practice, too.”

“The gang and I are gonna go bowling. You wanna join?” Felix offers.

“‘The gang’,?” Seungmin laughs.

“It’s easier than saying everyone’s names,” he chuckles.

“If Hyunjin and Jeongin are up for it, then yeah,” he nods.

“Do you ever do anything without those two?” Felix leans back onto his arms with a teasing smile on his face.

He isn’t exactly wrong about asking.

No one really sees Seungmin anywhere unless there’s at least one of the two around with him—he has exceptions of parties because he knows that he probably won’t end up leaving alone and he doesn’t want to burden any of the two of them with him suddenly disappearing when they’re dr unk.

“They’re good company,” Seungmin hums. “They make my life a little bit better.” Felix lets out an exaggerated coo at that and leans close to pinch his cheeks, to which Seungmin starts groaning and swatting at his hands.

“That’s so sweet!” he gushes.

“Felix,” he whines, thanking the universe that Felix lets up after a moment with a bright smile on his face and his teeth showing.

“But, hey, if you ever want some people to hang out with, just let me know. Everyone likes hanging out with you because they think you’re funny.”

“I thought Jeongin told you to stop feeding my ego,” Seungmin laughs.

“It’s the truth,” Felix claims, laughing slightly as well. “You’re a pretty neat guy. Don’t be so distant, okay? We’re all here if you want someone to chill with.”  

Seungmin smiles. He knows that Felix really tries to be there for his friends and he absolutely adores how caring and attentive the dyed blond can be. It actually blows Seungmin’s mind sometimes at how Felix is so bright and willing to be friends with practically anyone. He’s so open and loving to anything and his presence alone just seems to lighten the mood

“I’ll let you know if I’m down for bowling,” he nods.

Felix smiles as well, his lips pursing into a more clumsy looking smile this time.

“Oh, I should also let you know this,” he leans in closer and lowers his voice. Seungmin’s smile fades the moment Felix speaks again because his tone has completely changed, filling with ice which contrasts his usually bright and sweet voice, “don’t fuck with (Y/n).”

He pulls away slowly and looks at Felix, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he stares at the man.

“They mean the world to me and God forbid you do anything that makes them sad,” Felix continues with the same tone. His brown eyes, usually soft, have hardened into a glare which could make anyone crumble out of pure intimidation. “Don’t you dare do anything to hurt them. I know they’re not the committed type, but don’t do anything fucking stupid.”

“Woah, dude,” Seungmin sits upright and shakes his head, “I’m not interested in anything more than just sex, man. I wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt (Y/n). I’m not the type of person who leads people on and ghosts them; I make it clear that I don’t want a relationship and if it gets sticky, then I just talk it out with them.”

As if a switch was flipped, Felix’s entire face softens and he smiles goofily, “ah, I trust you.” He stands up and lets his hand gently rest on Seungmin’s shoulder to give him a slightly shake, “I’m just looking out for (Y/n).”

He smiles at Seungmin once again before running to the field to practice.

Seungmin stays in his spot in pure disbelief, watching the way Felix goes on as though he hadn’t completely threatened him, and it makes him wonder:

What the hell is he getting into?

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“Strike!” Hyunjin cheers as he bounces away from the lane and back to the plastic bench where Yeji and Ryujin wait.

“Wow, you’re actually good at something,” Yeji jokes when he returns.

“At least I can get a strike. You can’t even get the ball to stay in the same lane,” he remarks and sticks his tongue out at her.

She lets out a huff and raises her hand to push his head away from her before turning to Ryujin who only watches in amusement as the pair interact.

Seungmin chuckles from where he is as well. He knows that Hyunjin and Yeji have reached a point in their friendship where the jokes and the teasing can be a little bit more extreme than usual, but they both know each others’ boundaries and they would both pounce on the first person who would try and use the same style of joking with either of them.

“Min, you’re up,” Changbin calls. He turns away and looks at the screen.

He’s not that far behind from where you sit at the top and knowing you, there’s a high chance that one of you would end up turning this into a battle.

It’s not you or Seungmin’s egos.

Seungmin just realised that long ago when you had first met at a party in your first year and you were playing beer pong against him. Your intense determination to win while also keeping the mood light is one of your biggest charms, he thinks.

“I’m not good at bowling, but I’ll try,” he chuckles as he stands up. You return to the plastic bench and give him a smile that says you’re actually rooting for him.

“Aim for the pins this time, Kim—not the gutter,” you joke.

“I have better chances aiming at Changbin but he’d just catch the ball.” Seungmin laughs when Changbin lets out a bashful giggle, curling up into a ball and letting out a sound akin to an excited screech.

He only laughs harder when you and Felix burst out laughing, the three of you practically crumbling to the ground out of the laughter that bubbles in your stomach.

“What the fuck?!” Felix laughs. He lets himself completely sit on the floor and clutches his stomach as he continues to uncontrollably laugh. The reaction from the three of you only makes Changbin giggle harder as well, his cheeks burning from how hard he’s smiling while you and Seungmin stay frozen in your spots from laughing.

Hyunjin, Yeji, and Ryujin stay in their spots, watching as the four of you collapse in disbelief. They had been preoccupied with a meme on Ryujin’s phone to have caught Changbin’s strange screech despite it being loud.  

“Maybe we need to record everything these guys do so that we don’t miss anything,” Ryujin jokes.

“Too much happens when all of us are together,” Hyunjin chuckles. He pulls the black beanie off of his head and runs his hands through his light brown hair, giving it a shake before he slips the beanie back on.

Seungmin finally regains his composure and picks up one of the dark green bowling balls off of the return machine, truly intending to do his best until he overhears you and Changbin talking about the scores.

“If he actually gets this one, then he’ll definitely win,” he mutters, trying to keep his voice low to avoid Seungmin from hearing him.

He pauses for a moment as he stands at the end of the lane.

He could afford to lose one game against you.

Seungmin swings his arm back and rolls the ball forward, purposefully flicking his wrist in a way which sends it steering towards the left and hitting only three of the white and red pins.

“Damn it,” he huffs when he stands upright, turning around to see you eyeing him curiously as Changbin and Felix start laughing.

“Looks like (Y/n) wins this round,” Felix claims as he pats you on the back. You give him a small smile, but turn your attention back to Seungmin as he trudges back over to the plastic bench, fauxing his disappointment with a sigh.

“I’m done with bowling,” he huffs.

“We can head over to the arcade right next door. My hand’s honestly starting to hurt,” Hyunjin mumbles.

“That’s because you can’t throw a ball properly,” Yeji rolls her eyes.

“Oh, and you throwing it in the gutter is throwing it properly?” he argues.

“Can we leave before they start arguing?” Ryujin slips past them to cling onto Changbin’s side who only laughs.

“I’d really rather be at an arcade where I can’t hear them call each other ‘fucking dipshits’,” he jokes.

Hyunjin and Yeji glare at each other for a moment longer before they both smile and let out a laugh.

“It’s still funny even now,” she claims as she stands up. “Ah, I’ll never get tired of teasing you.”

“Have you guys actually ever gotten into a fight?” Changbin asks as all of you start heading towards the entrance of the bowling alley.

“Once before,” Hyunjin nods. Yeji links her arm with his, the both of their movements starting to synchronise almost instantly to the point where they’re walking at the same exact speed with practically the same footsteps.

“We were having a movie night at his apartment and I accidentally broke this gift from his boyfriend at the time,” she explains. “It was this cute little glass cat statue. The head came clean off and we ended up in a screaming match because I honestly hadn’t intended on breaking it, but Hyunjin was really mad.”

“All’s good now. We just decided from then on that we won’t scream at each other when we’re mad,” he hums.

Seungmin glances his shoulder at them and smiles. He and Jeongin have always thought that Hyunjin and Yeji were one of the healthiest friendships that they’ve ever seen, but he honestly isn’t sure on whether or not it’s because they just get along so well or if some divine power decided that they were platonic soulmates.

“It’s easier this way anyway,” Yeji continues.

“We don’t end up getting into that many fights if we just talk it out instead of waiting for it to fester,” Hyunjin smiles proudly.

You smile and nod, “kudos to the two of you then. I’ve known way too many friendships which tore apart because they were too ‘nice’ to each other.”

“We need to point out each other’s mistakes in order to grow,” he claims, “and we’re aware of each others’ boundaries enough to know when to not joke around.”

“And you guys have never been attracted to each other romantically?” Seungmin raises an eyebrow.

“Never had the attraction before,” Yeji shrugs. “I mean, we’ve thought about it and we’ve talked about it, but there’s no actual want or need to be in a romantic relationship.”

“So, we just stick by each other's side and ruin each other’s day,” Hyunjin snickers as he unlinks his arm to pat her head.

“It just feels like we’ve always meant to be siblings or something.”

“Oh! Jeongin said he’ll meet us at the arcade,” Felix pipes in after slipping his phone into the pocket of his black sweatpants.

“He had a swim meet just now,” Seungmin nods. “The swim team practices way longer than the on-field athletes do. I’ve asked him before why they practise for three hours, but he says it’s mostly because they need more time to change and warm up.”

“I’ve always wondered why I never see him around the place around the evening,” Ryujin hums.

“He’s always busy around the evenings, but whenever he’s not, Yeni’s trying to find things to do that doesn’t include swimming or his assignments,” he jokes.

“Hell, I do that too,” you chuckle. “I’d rather not think about cheerleading or gymnastics when I’m not practising or performing because it just makes me overthink.”

“I totally get that. I don’t think about rugby either,” Changbin nods ecstatically.

“I think we’ve all just collectively agreed not to think about our sports when we’re not actually doing them,” Felix chuckles.

“Life is easy that way,” Seungmin hums.

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Seungmin stands behind Jeongin and Felix with his arms crossed over his chest, watching with an amused smile on his face as they play one of those car racing games.

“Get out of my way!” Felix shouts when Jeongin crashes right into his car.

“You’re in my way!” Jeongin argues.

Seungmin laughs, his head shaking slightly. Nothing in the arcade is really catching his attention ever since the House of The Dead machine got put out of service, but he likes the environment and he likes watching his friends compete against each other.

“Not playing anything?” Ryujin asks, seemingly appearing out of nowhere; which is a habit of hers similar to that of Felix.

“I get more fun out of watching these two compete,” he snorts. Just as he speaks, Felix’s dark red car slams right into Jeongin’s and the younger screeches out of frustration.

“Come on, Lix!”

“It’s not my fault this damn console is so hard to control, okay?!” Felix groans.

“It is entertaining,” she laughs.

Ryujin looks around briefly, spotting where you’re playing one of the claw games on your own in the other end of the room. Changbin’s gone to repeatedly punching the punching bag to try and continuously beat his high score while Hyunjin and Yeji have busied themselves with the Dance Dance Revolution machine.

She laughs quietly to herself when she sees the way you let out a sigh at the way the metal claw drops the janky looking dog pulushy for the fourth time.

“Are you any good at claw games?” Ryujin turns to Seungmin, but he shrugs without looking at her.

“Never got much fun out of those scamming machines,” he claims.

“Fuck this game!” you exclaim.

Only then does Seungmin actually turn his head to see where you drag yourself away from the machine, grumbling curses under your breath as you make your way to where he and Ryujin are.

“Bad run?” he laughs.

“Claw games are scams,” you mumble. Your arms cross over your chest, a frustrated huff leaving your lips when you glance at the machine once again.

“We can always play one of those rhythm games to take your mind off of it,” Seungmin offers with his head jerking in the direction of the MaiMai DX machines.

“I can’t play MaiMai; I get confused,” you shake your head.

“What about the SEGA machines? I’m pretty sure they have Street Fighter there.”

You turn around to look at the machines Seungmin is referring to, staring at them in thought before you nod.

“Yeah, those look more fun.”

Seungmin immediately starts making his way towards the games with you following closely behind, Ryujin watching with an eyebrow raised. She doesn’t say anything about it and instead turns her attention to Jeongin and Felix; who have only crashed into each other once again.

“Are you good at these?” Seungmin questions as you sit on one of the plastic stools right in front of the Street Fighter machine.

“Not anymore,” you say as you extend your hand towards him.

Seungmin gives you a look before he realises that you’re asking for his share of the tokens, to which he places them into the palm of your outstretched hand.

“I haven’t been to an arcade for a while,” you continue and slide the tokens into the coin slot. The game starts and you choose your characters.

It’s been way too long since the last time you had played Street Fighter, so you’re hoping that you actually remember some of the controls.

Seungmin, on the other hand, was here a few weeks ago with Jeongin and Hyunjin where he had kicked both of their asses five minutes into the game.

The round kicks off smoothly with Seungmin giving you time to re-learn the controls while he stays moving up and down in one spot until you come kicking his character in the face.

“Wha—hey!” he exclaims. “I gave you some time!”

“And now I’m done with the time,” you giggle.  

Maybe you lied when you said you weren’t as good anymore.

Just a little bit.

Seungmin was having a seriously hard time trying to beat you with the same type of strategy that he was used to against his friends. He feels his entire body tensing at the realisation that you’re actually way better than he had originally thought, his hands slapping the round buttons and giggling the black joystick aggressively in an attempt to win this match against you.

“Wow, so I do remember,” you laugh when you K.O. his character with ease.

“I hate you,” he grumbles and leans back in his seat, sulking at the idea that he’s just lost to you. “Let’s do another one.”

You glance at him and raise an eyebrow.

“Why? For you to lose again?”

“Let’s do another one so that I can kick your ass this time.”

You breathe out a laugh, “whatever makes you happy.”

You put in more tokens and let the round start once again, only this time, Seungmin chooses Ibuki and you choose Zangief.

The game moves slowly as the both of you take your time in trying to take each other down, but you realise quickly that Seungmin isn’t holding back and that there’s a reason why he chose a character that had more mobility.

He dodges all of your attacks with so much ease that you almost miss how fast he moves Ibuki around the screen.

Every time Seungmin’s able to actually hit you, you gasp and laugh. Whenever you hit him, however, Seungmin laughs and tells you that you’re cheating because you lied in the first place.

“I didn’t lie!” you scoff, still focused on trying to either avoid his attacks or kick his ass.

“You said you weren’t good!” he argues.

“I never said I wasn’t good, I said that I hadn’t played in a while!”

“Oh, please.” Seungmin rolls his eyes yet continues to completely beat the shit out of Zangief.

You sit back in disbelief when he actually wins, turning to you with a triumphant smile on his face.

“I told you,” he grins. You huff and cross your arms over your chest, unable to stop the smile that still breaks its way through your efforts; which only seems to make Seungmin smile even more.

“Hey, Sex Bots!”

You both turn your heads in the direction of Jeongin’s voice to see him waving his hand in his direction.

“We’re gonna get food and then come back, you guys gonna be alright on your own?”

You turn to Seungmin who shrugs.

“We’ll be fine!” you call, waving when he does. “Just text me if anything!”

Felix nods and leaves, following the Hyunjin, Jeongin, Ryujin, and Yeji out.

Which means that Changbin’s not with them.

“Wait a minute,” Seungmin says as he sits up slightly to look at them. “Where’s Changbin?”

You turn to look at him, thinking the same exact question before you hear Changbin’s infamous giggle coming from another end of the arcade which makes the both of you turn in the direction of his giggle.

Lo and behold, there Changbin is at the claw game machine you were at before, only he has three plush toys in his arms and another being pulled out of the machine.

“No fucking way,” you gasp.

“Wow, he’s actually pretty good at that,” Seungmin comments.

“He’s surprisingly good at it,” you claim as both continue to watch Changbin slide another token into the machine to play another round.

“Maybe you could convince him to give you one of the plushies.”

“No, that hurts my pride,” you simply say as you turn to Seungmin. He keeps his eyes on you and as though there’s some kind of a link in your brains, you both think of one thing.

“You wanna stay over tonight?” Seungmin asks.

You tilt your head slightly and smile, “sure.”

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v.

Seungmin isn’t exactly surprised to see that you’re gone by the time he wakes up to the blare of his alarm. You had been doing it ever since the first time you had slept together, so he wasn’t expecting you to stay anyway.

He thinks it’s better this way because he actually has a few things that he wants to get done before he has to leave for lunch with Ryujin because she just really wants to try one of the new cafes in the area and no one wants to accompany her except for him.

He runs a hand through his messy hair, movements laced with pure laziness because he hates the idea of having to actually get out of bed to do things. All Seungmin wants to do on a Sunday afternoon is laze around and waste the hours since it’s one of the only days where he doesn’t have any practice or class.

He pulls himself out of bed and out of the bedroom, not even bothering to put on anything other than the sweatpants that he had haphazardly thrown onto himself right before you both went to bed.

Seungmin’s movements are sluggish, reeking of sleep as he makes his way into his small kitchen. It’s tiny, but it’s perfect for one guy who doesn’t really cook that much because he’s constantly pampered by leftovers from Yeji.

He rummages through his fridge and lets out a relieved sigh when he catches sight of a tupperware containing some jajangmyeon from the night before. Seungmin doesn’t care about what he eats right now; he just wants to get his brain moving.

With the tupperware shoved into the microwave, Seungmin wanders around his apartment groggily and freezes for a moment when he sees his living room.

There’s a metal band sitting right at the edge of his coffee table; a black band that he knows only one person wears. Seungmin assumes that you probably took it off when you got to his apartment but forgot to grab it on your way out, so he picks it up instead and takes it back into his bedroom right after he pulls the already heated noodles out of the microwave.

Seungmin plops himself into his desk chair with his breakfast, his hand placing your black ring right beside his laptop as he pulls open his laptop. He lets out a loud groan when he reads the last line he had stopped at the night before.

Right before he had decided to text you because he was feeling a little bit spunkier than usual; which in Seungmin’s own words means that he had a hard on and you were the only one of his benefits who he had the number to.

He lets out a loud groan when he reads the last line that he had left it on and throws his head back in frustration.

He really doesn’t want to write this paper—at least not right now.

Seungmin turns to look over his shoulder at where his phone sits on his bedside table. There’s a few thoughts running through his head which fill him with ideas on what he could probably be doing now instead of this paper.

He could easily call Jeongin and Hyunjin to bother them for the morning. Seungmin even has the chance to try and see how many drinks he can get into Felix by noon. Maybe he could call up Changbin to see what he actually does other than rugby and exercise.

Whatever choices Seungmin feels like he has just either don’t seem appealing enough for him to want to do willingly or he just doesn’t feel like doing it at all.

He could call you.

Which is the only thing that he seems to find appealing right now.

But he’s also just spent an entire night with you trying to prove his point that he can, in fact, take control after you had made a joke to Ryujin about how he can be a raging sub.

Seungmin shakes his head to force the thought out. If he thinks about the night before, he’s going to end up with an even bigger problem than his unfinished assignment. The moment he turns his attention back to his screen where his KakaoTalk program sits open.

Felix: Dude Ik you don’t care about these things But like look Attached image (1)

Upon seeing the image, he’s able to see that it’s a FaceBook post; which leads him to have a feeling that he knows exactly what it’s about.

Felix: Just saying that you and (Y/n) don’t seem so ‘just fucking’ to the public

Minz: Dude You’re right Idc But thanks for the update Usually I get them from Hyunjin

Felix: Hyunjin’s busy with making up for breakfast with Yeji So I’m giving you the message instead What are you even doing anyway?

Minz: I’m recovering from last night’s post-nut clarity while trying to finish my assignment Why

Felix: Just wondering Everyone else is busy with their own things You wanna have breakfast? 

Minz: Breakfast? Or are you just going to that one restaurant that sells morning mojitos?

Felix: You’re the one suggesting it so I don’t see why not 👀👀👀👀

Minz: Idc I’ll do anything but this assignment I’ll meet you there in an hour

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“So… you changed our lunch plans because Felix got drunk on mojitos?” Ryujin asks as she stands at the end of the table, her gaze fixated on the way Felix has his head resting against his head on the wooden table.

“I don’t want to get into it,” Seungmin chuckles. He pulls out the seat beside him and pats it before she obliges to sit down.

“I hope you don’t mind, but (Y/n) said they don’t have anything going on today, so I invited them for lunch,” she says as she drapes her jacket over her lap.

“It’s fine,” he nods.

“What about Felix?”

“Felix wouldn’t even be conscious enough to realise there’s two more people here,” he laughs. “I doubt he’d even wake up if you guys were to try.”

“I’d rather not,” Ryujin makes a face, “last time someone tried waking Felix up from his drunken daze, he ended up punching Changbin in the ribs.”

“What?!” Seungmin laughs. “And I always thought that Felix wasn’t the kind of person who wouldn’t actually hit anyone on purpose.”

“He usually is, but Changbin decided that splashing water on him was a good idea.”

Seungmin pauses. He stares at Ryujin in shock as he tries to imagine what the scenario could’ve possibly looked like, but he simply can’t imagine Felix punching someone. She nods at him when she sees the pure confusion on his face.

“I-I just can’t,” he mutters.

“Right?”

“It’s like it’s impossible to see Felix that way.”

“I know!”

They’re both interrupted when you come into the restaurant, looking more dishevelled than usual with your bag not even properly closed.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” you sigh and plop yourself into the wooden stool right beside Ryujin. “Shit—my dog just…” your hands mimic an explosion, “like… shat all over my apartment.”

“What?” Ryujin leans away slightly to look at you in shock.

“Yeah, I think he ate something,” you mutter while shaking your head. “He’s fine now because I’ve given him meds and cleaned up the entire place—but holy shit, I felt so bad for him.”

“What even happened?” Seungmin laughs, the sound coming from pure disbelief.

“I woke up, saw that Ryujin had texted me, and when I got out to the living room, there was literal shit everywhere. I took him to the vet yesterday and she said it seemed to be just a simple tummy ache, but I hadn’t expected him to just explode like that.”

“Shit…” he trails off. “The day has barely begun and I have a blackout-drunk Felix, and information about your dog’s diarrhoea.”

“Hey, it’s a wonderful fucking world,” you chuckle.

“When did you even take your dog to the vet? I thought we spent the whole day together with Yeji and Hyunjin,” Seungmin questions, his arms moving to rest on the table.

“I went home after the picnic, remember?” you remind him. “I went home, took Haru to the vet, then you texted me at midnight.”

“What are you doing texting (Y/n) at midnight?” Ryujin raises her eyebrows, suggesting what she already knows is most likely the answer.

“Oh, we fucked because they made that joke to you,” he answers nonchalantly.

“Damn, our jokes are getting you two laid? I wish my life was like that,” she sighs longingly, her lips jutting out in an exaggerated manner to show that she’s joking.

“Just let either of us know, I’m dying to get someone else that isn’t Seungmin,” you roll your eyes.

“That’s not what you said last night.”

You glance at him, ignoring the way Ryujin’s jaw has dropped and you click your tongue in annoyance when you see the smug look on his face. Seungmin leans back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest. His tongue pokes against the inside of his cheek and he cocks his eyebrows at you.

“This guy’s a fucking asshole.”

“You love me,” he laughs. You poke your tongue out at him, which only makes Seungmin laugh even more.

Ryujin laughs to herself, leaning back in her seat as she watches the way you two bicker.

“God, you guys sound like an old married couple,” she claims with a chuckle.

“As if,” Seungmin gasps.

“No, we don’t,” you scoff.

You’ve both turned your attention to look at her in disbelief instead.

“Can you believe that?” he shakes his head when she doesn’t say anything, turning to look at you.

“Loser,” you mumble while shaking your own head.

Ryujin’s eyes widen and her lips part in even  more amusement at the idea that you’ve both pushed the idea aside. Yet again, she doesn’t say anything and quickly changes the topic instead, not wanting to delay her beloved lunch any longer.

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vi.

“I just got the text from Hyunjin,” Jeongin announces as he scrambles into the kitchen where everyone is already gathered and arranging the neatly wrapped presents. “They’re almost here—get the lights!”

Changbin nods quickly and rushes to turn the lights off in the living room of their shared home. The group breaks as everyone tries finding appropriate hiding spots, you disappearing behind the dark blue couch.

“She likes surprises, right?” Seungmin asks as he follows you without much hesitation and crouches right in front of you.

“She loves them,” you nod. “The cheerleading team surprised her for her birthday last year and she almost cried.”

“That’s…”

“Yeji cries when she’s happy—Hyunjin really wasn’t joking when they said they’re the same,” you reassure him. He lets out a hum at that and nods. “Did you follow the list I sent you?”

“I was too scared to go off of it,” he chuckles.

“Good. The list exists for a reason.” You give him a pursed lip smile and a thumbs up. “Don’t go off the list.”

“Everyone; shush!” Felix hisses when he sees the outline of Hyunjin and Yeji through the glass of their front door. The room goes silent with the only sound of the both of them talking to each other vaguely making its way through the door.

The lock to the door clicks open before it swings open slowly.

“Where is everyone?” Hyunjin asks softly.

“I’m pretty sure Changbin said that he’d be here,” Yeji mutters.

As if on cue, all of your friends jump out from behind the couch just as Changbin switches the light back on, everyone yelling, “happy birthday!” which sends Yeji stumbling backwards in shock. She lets out a laugh right after and a bright smile breaks on her face.

“Come, come!” Ryujin urges as she takes both of her hands and starts pulling her into the kitchen where a strawberry cheesecake sits on the counter with two big candles and two small ones arranged in a straight line. “Make your wish, Yeji.”

“Wait, this is so sweet!” Yeji coos. She looks between all seven of you with her eyes sparkling. “Thank you guys.”

“We know how much you enjoy these,” you smile when she slings one arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer to her. Her other arm slings around Hyunjin to pull him close as well.

“And you said that you were too busy tonight to spend more nights partying,” she laughs at him.

“Ah, you know how it is,” he chuckles. Yeji smiles brightly at him anyway and Seungmin feels his chest filling strangely when he sees the way they look at each other with so much love.

But it’s a form of love that he knows isn’t a romantic one.

“Okay, okay, blow out your candles,” Changbin quickly says. “Then we can get down to drinks and presents.”

“Drinks!” Felix excitedly gasps.

Everyone ignores his obvious excitement of getting alcohol after not having any drinks the entire day and focuses on Yeji as she clasps her hands together and closes her eyes.

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No one’s sure as to how it had gotten this chaotic, but Changbin and Hyunjin are passed out on top of each other in the middle of the living room with the broken coffee table right below them.

Seungmin stands next to the couch and stares silently as he tries to make some sense out of how they could have possibly broken the table. You stand on the other end of the room with the same exact look painted on your face, eyes unblinking as they start stirring slightly only to roll over each other and continue to sleep.

Yeji had disappeared into Felix’s room to sleep long ago and Ryujin passed out on the couch a while after. Jeongin is hunched over the dining room table as he snores; leaving you and Seungmin as the only ones who are still awake—slightly tipsy, but awake. Felix is, oddly, nowhere to be found, but you both assume that he passed out somewhere considering how easy it is for him to pass out after drinking.

“These guys are insane,” you mumble and stumble towards Seungmin’s side of the living room.

“You know how they’re like,” Seungmin sighs with the shake of his head. You reach his side and stare at the two for a moment before you turn to him.

“Wanna fuck?”

“How drunk are you?”

“Only tipsy.”

Seungmin narrows his eyes at you before you raise your hand and flick him right in the centre of his forehead, the captain letting out a yelp and stumbling backwards slightly.

“What the hell?!”

“Would I be able to do that properly if I were drunk?” you huff.

“Fuck,” he grumbles while rubbing his forehead. “Proved your point, but was that really your go-to?”

“It’s effective.” You smile at him teasingly and stick your tongue out at him.

“It hurts.”

“Aww, I’m sorry. Want me to make it up by taking my pants off?” you coo. Seungmin sneers at you but starts walking towards the nearest bathroom with you following, a gleeful smile etched onto your face.

He pulls open the door and turns the light on right before he grabs your waist, shoving you against the countertop. You let out a gasp at how sudden the action is, but you’re not given that much time to react when Seungmin practically slams his lips against yours.

“Feisty, tonight, huh?” you tease, breath heaving when he pulls away for a moment.

“Shut up.” His hands slip under your shirt, fingers grazing and grabbing at your skin as he smothers your neck and jaw with kisses. “You should put that mouth to good use every once in a while.”

Fingers thread into your hair before roughly grabbing and angling your head back slightly.

“Who pissed in your soju?” you continue, but he only narrows his eyes.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” Seungmin groans right before he lets your head go and he starts pulling at your shirt. You move first and tug his black hoodie off just as his hands manage to slide yours off, both of them tossed aside haphazardly.

There’s a squeak coming from the bathtub that makes you and Seungmin freeze. The white shower curtain moves slightly, followed by what sounds like something slipping on the inside of the tub. You and Seungmin look at each other as you both try to figure out whether or not you’ve imagined the movement, but when something else seems to fall from inside the tub, it confirms that someone is in there.

Seungmin pulls away from you and rips the shower curtain back to show Felix sitting with his knees to his chest and his eyes wide open as he tries to avoid eye contact with either of you. His face is bright red, blank of any expression and not moving at all; not even blinking.

He doesn’t say anything as you and Seungmin stare at him. All three of you are waiting for someone to say something, but you and Seungmin look at each other and Felix continues to stare at the wall, frozen like a doll, which makes you realise that no one’s going to say anything first if you don’t.

“Felix?” you call as you push yourself off of the marble counter and stand beside Seungmin.

“H-Hey, dude,” Seungmin nervously coughs.

“We were j-just… you know—”

“Please, God, just leave,” Felix blurts out.  

“Yeah!” you squeak while grabbing your shirt off of the floor. Seungmin quickly throws his hoodie on and pushes you out of the bathroom. You slam the door shut and lean your backs against it without saying anything. You turn to Seungmin, the both of you not doing or saying anything before bursting into fits of giggles.

“They’re never going to let us live that down,” he giggles.

“Oh my god, the poor guy,” you breathe out in almost pure disbelief with your hands pressing against the sides of your head.

“I’m just glad that we hadn’t gone too far.”

“Can you imagine if we hadn’t noticed at all?” you ask with a laugh, your hands covering your face.

Seungmin only laughs more when he sees your reaction and slings his arm over your shoulders, pulling you flush against him as  you start to walk towards the stairs.

“Come on, we can always head to my place,” he suggests. There’s a brief moment where Seungmin presses a featherlite kiss to the side of your head as you can only continue laughing, stumbling alongside Seungmin while filled with pure glee.

“I’m alright with that,” you hum as you let your own arm loosely wrap around his waist to keep him close.

Seungmin smiles, glancing at you. There’s definitely still some alcohol in his system from the way he’s feeling a little more loving than usual; especially towards someone who he has no intentions in getting into a real relationship with.

But he accepts the feeling for the moment because, if he’s being honest, Seungmin’s never felt more alive with anyone before.

And he kinda likes the feeling.

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When morning comes, so does Seungmin’s headache. He definitely had way more to drink than he usually would, but he’s also certain that by the time you had gotten to his apartment, the both of you were already sober.

Seungmin stretches his arms out as he lays in his bed and curls into the first pillow right beside him. He squeezes the pillow lightly, but his eyes open once again when he realises that the pillow’s not only warm, but it’s moving.

“Comfy there?” you tease lightly. Seungmin raises his head only to realise that you’re comfortably laying in his bed with your head lazily angled in a way that lets you look at him.

“You’re better than my bolster,” he chuckles without making any attempts at moving away from you. You don’t seem to mind either, only facing the ceiling and closing your eyes. You let out a long sigh and allow Seungmin to cuddle into you with your hand wrapping around him when he moves impossibly closer.

“Are you doing anything today?” Seungmin asks.

“I’m usually on stand-by for if anyone wants some company and it’s a Sunday, so I don’t have any practice,” you hum. He feels you reach for your phone from the bedside table, lazily looking through your messages while Seungmin stays with his head now positioned on your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist.

“What time is it?”

“Ten.”

“What do you want for breakfast?”

You let out another sigh and move around a little bit as you put your phone back onto the bedside table. Your arms return to Seungmin, which makes him look at you, and you smile softly.

“Let’s order and stay in bed. I rarely ever get to just relax on Sundays,” you suggest. Seungmin looks up at you and nods at that, already reaching for his phone right beside yours.

He returns to his comfortable spot with his head laying on your chest and his phone in his hand as he scrolls through whatever restaurants are delivering this early. Your hand runs through Seungmin’s hair as he does, your entire body relaxing in the moment and makes you close your eyes.

The feeling of sleep starts to fill your mind, intoxicating you and lulling you back before you hear Seungmin speaking.

“There’s a brunch spot nearby that’s open,” he says and shows the screen of his phone to you.

“Get me anything that doesn’t have any pickles or onions in it,” you state and lower your head once again.

“I’ll get you the only thing that seems to have pickles and onions,” Seungmin snickers.

“If you do that, I’m never fucking you again,” you threaten with a lilt in your voice.

“Ah, you’re no fun,” he scoffs as he starts rolling away from you.

“Don’t go,” you whine.

You wrap your arms around Seungmin and roll together with him and straddle his waist, hands on either side of his head with your head lowered.

“I was just joking. You know I can’t resist you,” you grin, face inches from his.

Seungmin stares at you without saying anything, blinking as the seconds go past before he raises his head to kiss you. You let yourself melt into the kiss before pulling away to see a wide smile on his face.

“I’ll get you something without pickles or onions,” he promises softly. Only then do you lay down on his chest and nod.

“Thank you.”

Seungmin tosses his phone somewhere on the bed and wraps you in his arms. He lets out a contented sigh and closes his eyes when you snuggle against him, his right and moving away momentarily to drape his blanket over the both of you.

“We should do this more often,” he suggests jokingly with his arm running up and down your back soothingly.

“I’m really not opposed to that,” you laugh, body sending vibrations throughout his. “I should’ve stayed the whole night more often.”

“I don’t blame you for not doing so. It’s not… something you do when you’re trying to avoid feelings.”

“Yeah, but I feel safe here,” you state.

Seungmin’s arm freezes right in between your shoulder blades, the sudden halt of his actions making you look up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Why? Flustered?” you tease.

“No,” Seungmin claims. “I’ve just never had anyone tell me that before.”

“Well, I’m your first then.” You crawl up his body a bit and press a gentle kiss to the column of his throat.

He basks in the warmth, feeling a sense of pure comfort enveloping him as you relax against him yet again.

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vii.

You watch Seungmin from your spot at the benches, elbow resting on your knee and your hand propped up to rest your jaw on. He jogs laps around the field with the rest of his teammates and Felix following closely behind, the two of them exchanging laughter every once in a while.

“(Y/n)!” Yeji calls. You turn your head in her direction to see her running towards you. “We’re trying to figure out where we should put Yeosang.”

Your attention shifts to the group of cheerleaders—your team of cheerleaders—who are practising one of their own routines. Yeosang stands awkwardly at the side as he watches the group toss Yuna into the air.

“How many people is this routine for?” you ask while furrowing your eyebrows. You stand from the bench and approach the group, realising that, for some reason, there’s way more people in this group than you think is necessary. “You guys can split up and have five in two groups. That way you can make it bigger.”

“We were trying to avoid having more than one group for this routine, actually,” Seonghwa claims as he helps lower Yuna to the ground.

“Then eliminate people,” you state.

The group look between each other awkwardly before Yeosang nods, “it’s for the best. We don’t want it to appear overcrowded when we only have Yuna flying.”

“Alright,” she nods, pushing the stray strands of hair out of her face and flat onto her head.

“Seonghwa, you’re in charge of this team.”

“Okay,” he nods, turning back around.

“We need to start planning for the Summer Tournaments,” Yeji tells you when you take a step back to watch the routine. “Are we doing it with the whole squad?”

“I’d advise not to take everyone just in case some people can’t show up at the very last minute. We could do one of our older routines with a few tweaks here and there.” You cross your arms over your chest and bite your lip. Just as they’re about to throw Yuna into the air, you feel as though something in your head is screaming at them to stop; take a step back, something’s not right. “Stop!”

They all halt, almost dropping Yuna to the ground, but Yeosang quickly catches her with his arms around her waist.

“What’s wrong?”

“Tie your shoelaces, dumbass.”  Seonghwa looks down and his face burns at the realisation that both of his shoes are untied. Not only that, but half of the team have theirs untied as well. “If any of you had tripped in the middle of trying to catch Yuna, all of you would’ve fallen and she would’ve gotten hurt.”

Four of them lower to the ground sheepishly to tie their shoes while Yeji snickers from beside you, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Good eye, Captain,” she hums. “But about the Summer Tournament, what routine were you thinking of?”

“I was thinking of pulling together a few of them and asking which one the majority of the team feel like doing.” You take another step back and watch with your finger pressed against your lip as the team starts with the routine. You let your eyes scan over every single person in that team, the movement of all six of the students to see if you can find any mistakes which could easily end up affecting the entire team. “Okay, good,” you praise once they’ve finished. “Lia; keep an eye on your footing, you could’ve slipped which could be more bad news to you than it is for everyone else. Yuna, work on your recovery when you’re thrown into the air—Yunho, throw this woman properly.”  

They all nod at your feedback and start to disperse.

“Remember we have practice at the same time tomorrow!” Yeji announces just as the team heads towards their bags by the bleachers.

You turn around and find Seungmin once again. He lets out a laugh when one of the other baseball players, Jongho, throws a bat in his direction. Seungmin dodges the wooden object only to pick it back up and chase him with it.

You feel a smile pulling at your lips, a laugh huffing out of you as your arms cross over your chest. Seungmin seems to shine a little differently when he plays baseball, and you can’t help but stare at him as he runs around the field. They must be done with practice, you think, considering the fact that none of them are lining up to pitch anymore and it’s mostly them just playing in the field.

The rugby players are about done with practice as well and you see Changbin jogging towards Felix and Seungmin, the three of them chatting while you watch.

“(Y/n), Ryujin and I are going to check out the new cafe right outside campus,” Yeji says, her voice pulling your attention away. “You wanna tag along?”

“Yeah, sure,” you nod. “Just give me a while to wash up. I don’t like going around while I’m sticky.”

“We’re not going right now. We were planning on meeting at the cherry blossom tree in a few hours since Ryujin still has classes.” The both of you start walking in the direction of the campus cafeteria that faces the field. A few of the other students that were on the field run past you and you just watch as they do.

“(Y/n)! Hwang Yeji!”

You both turn around to see Felix sprinting towards you with his arms outstretched, but you take a step aside right as he’s about to hug you and he ends up stumbling over his own feet and crashing into the ground.

“I told you not to hug me,” you state.

“Just once,” he grumbles as he rolls over without seeming to be in any pain and stands up.

“Not at all.”

“You’d happily hang around with Seungmin, though.”

“That’s because we meet each other almost every night,” Seungmin’s voice answers from behind you, making you turn around to see him and Changbin standing behind both you and Yeji.

“That’s the deal,” you claim while jerking your thumb in Seungmin’s direction.

“Why the hell did you just government name me?” Yeji laughs.

“It’s nice to say every once in a while,” Felix claims as his hands brush over the front of his pants.

Seungmin approaches you and slings his arms over your shoulders. “Mine or yours?”

“Depends on how late I’m out with Ryujin and Yeji,” you shrug. He nods at that, but doesn’t make much of an effort to move his arm away even when your friends stare at the both of you.

“What? I can’t put my arm around the person I’m fucking?” Seungmin asks.

“That’s…” Yeji trails off, “you know what? It’s fine—everyone stop looking at them.”

You smile, “thanks, Yeji.”

She blows you a kiss in response, her movements over-exaggerated as she laughs.

Your arm slings around Seungmin’s waist as you turn to look at him. He smiles at you and pulls you aside.

“Jeongin and I are watching a live gig in town tomorrow night after dinner. You wanna come with?”

“Tomorrow night?” you repeat, which makes Seungmin nod. You purse your lips together and let out a huff of air, “I think I have plans with Felix tomorrow night, though. He wants to watch a movie, so I might be at his house.”

“You can postpone that,” Seungmin scrunches his nose up. “Look at the pros: if you come with me, you get sex. If you don’t… well then, you don’t get sex with me.”

“That is a tempting offer,” you sigh. “But Felix and I have some things we need to talk about and I promised him I would make it for tomorrow night.”

Seungmin smiles and nods, “alright. Just let me know if you need anything.” He presses a kiss to the side of your head and you smile as he does, allowing yourself to bask in the feeling.

“Woah,” Changbin gasps, which tears the both of you out of your bubble. “Non-sexual kisses?”

“Stay out of it,” you practically bark at him. He raises his hands up in defence at your tone, but Seungmin laughs and squeezes your shoulders against him.

“Stay down, pup.” He pats your arm gently and you lean into him as you stick your tongue out at Changbin. The rugby player narrows his eyes at you with his lips parted in confusion as he looks between you and Seungmin.

“What kind of fucking pet play are you guys into?”

“Fuck off, Bin,” Seungmin snaps this time. He lets out a laugh this time and turns to the rest of your friends with his mouth agape.

“Are you seeing this?” Changbin laughs.

“I had to get used to it,” Felix grumbles. “Hanging out with (Y/n) at night gets cut short because Seungmin gets horny.”

“He’s my plus one,” you hum.

“He must’ve been trying to plus himself into you that night in the bathroom,” he scoffs.

“Oh god, I almost forgot about that,” Yeji laughs. “I can’t believe you guys almost fucked in the same bathroom that Felix was in.”

“To be fair, we didn’t know he was in there,” Seungmin defends, the smile on his face saying that he shows barely any regret for the incident.

“And we left before we did anything else,” you add with a wide smile on your face.

“Why is it that the only time these two are showing emotion is towards my suffering?” Felix sighs.

“It’s our charm.” Seungmin raises two fingers to show him the peace sign. “Anyway, now I’m bored, so I’m going to drag (Y/n) away because I’m hungry.”

“Just eat with us,” Changbin looks at him in surprise.

“None of you are as fun as them.”

“All they do with you is fuck and bully you!” Yeji laughs heartily.

“And it’s entertaining for me,” he claims proudly. You laugh and smack his chest lightly.

“I have no choice. I’m already spending tomorrow night with Felix,” you say.

“You guys aren’t even dating—there aren’t any obligations,” Felix points out.

“Seungmin’s still my friend. If I had made plans with him and you invited me out, I would’ve turned you down, too.”

“‘Friend’, my ass,” Changbin scoffs. “You two stay the night and cook each other breakfast. You guys wouldn’t do that if you were ‘just friends’.”

“How about I show you what ‘just friends’ is like,” Seungmin takes a step forward but you pull him back with a laugh.

“God, they’re even able to hold you back,” Yeji points out in slight shock. “Hyunjin always said that whenever Seungmin was about to beat someone up, not even Jeongin could stop him.”

“Shit, really? Jeongin’s one of his favourites, too,” Felix laughs.

“Jeongin is his only favourite. He doesn’t have anyone else that he likes more than he likes Jeongin,” she jokes with her arms crossing over her chest.

But even as a joke, Yeji knows that she’s right, because getting Seungmin to openly tell people that he likes you means that he definitely favours you. And the way that he glances at you and smiles without saying anything proves that he has another favourite other than Jeongin.

“Aish, he has another favourite; look at that,” Changbin clicks his tongue on faux annoyance.

“Jeongin cooks me food and gives me his PlayStation account and (Y/n) lets me sleep with them. Give me a reason to make you another one of my favourites and I’ll do it,” Seungmin says right before he turns around with you still in his grasp and brings you away from your friends.

“Can I at least have a hint as to how?!” he asks loudly as the both of you walk away.

“Either give me the best head of my life or bring me lunch! Pick your poison!”

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“Here,” Felix says as he tosses a bag of chips in your direction. “I convinced Changbin to give me his alcohol stash, so we’re drinking tonight.”

“How do you not have your own stash?” you joke as you take one of the glass bottles from him.

“I keep finishing it and Changbin hides it from me because he doesn’t want me to get alcohol poisoning.” He plops himself beside you on the couch and rests his feet on the coffee table as the movie starts playing.

“I’m actually surprised that you haven’t gotten alcohol poisoning from the amount that you drink during parties,” you huff. You tear open the bag of barbecue chips and stick your hand into the bag as the move goes on.

“I’m actually vomiting most of it out before I sleep,” Felix claims, voice muffled from the mouthful of his instant ramen. “I may be an alcoholic, but I try being as careful as possible, and usually, I end up vomiting everything out before I sleep to stop myself from vomiting in my sleep.”

You look at him with furrowed brows, eyes narrowed slightly as you take in the information.

“Huh.”

“It stops me from dying,” he shrugs. Felix doesn’t say anything else as he turns his attention to Arrietty instead, watching at the way she runs into her house with the giant leaves.

You’ve always thought that Felix had more to him than the alcoholic party animal that he shows everyone. The fact that he’s actually trying to stop himself from getting alcohol poisoning and stopping himself from possibly dying makes you realise that he’s actually aware of what goes on inside of his body and how people see him.

“The party animal thing is just an image I like having,” Felix continues when he realises that you’re still thinking about it. “It’s fun for me and I like alcohol. So, I guess it ties together.”

“I guess it does,” you chuckle. You pull the blanket higher up your body and let your body relax into the soft cushion of the couch.

“How’s the… you know?”

“Better,” you answer with a shrug, your eyes not leaving the TV screen even though you know that Felix is looking at you. “It’s getting better and the idea of it isn’t bothering me as much as it used to.”

“That’s good,” he hums. “Does Seungmin know?”

“We don’t talk about our feelings,” you state just as you fill your mouth with chips.

“You guys look like a couple, you know.”

“You know how I get with these relationships.”

“Yeah, I do,” Felix claims. He angles himself so that he’s looking at you properly, “but you aren’t usually this affectionate with them in public. And you don’t spend the night—you said it yourself; when the sun rises, that’s when you leave.”

“That doesn’t mean that I can’t do it now with him,” you shrug.

“You guys spend practically everyday with each other, you kiss, you cuddle, you cook for each other, you hang out together, you fuck—but you guys don’t actually talk about your feelings? Don’t you ever wonder whether you guys are probably—”

“Felix.” Your voice comes out colder than usual, the tone stronger than you’ve ever used with him, and it makes him shut his mouth. You turn to look at him and let out an inward sigh, “we’re just friends. Don’t look too much into relationships that aren’t your own.”

“(Y/n).”

“Committed relationships aren’t my thing; you know that. I’ve been in enough of them to decide that no one’s worth my commitment,” you continue as you turn your head to look away.

“I get that it must’ve been hard because of your past relationships, but haven’t you ever thought of the future? What about if you’re ever going to get married? What happens when we all graduate and start working?”

“I’ll think about it when it happens,” you state.

“You can’t just push this sort of topic away. It’s me—come on. We can talk about these things when we don’t talk about them to anyone else,” Felix persists.

It’s a strange charm that he has; the ability to talk to anyone about what’s bothering them. The way he’s able to ask anyone to talk to him about their feelings even if it’s someone he had just met.

You let out another sigh and turn your body towards him. His eyes visibly light up at the way that you’re finally giving in to talking about exactly what’s bothering you, readjusting himself so that he’s facing his entire body towards you.

“I just can’t handle the idea of letting more people hurt me.” Your words come out slowly, every single one of you going through your head before leaving past your lips. “And I’d rather be the one to leave before they do.”

“Honey, that’s called abandonment issues,” Felix jokes. “But that can’t completely stop you from committing to someone.”

“I know it can’t, but it’s hard to just push it away like it doesn’t do anything to me at all,” you sigh.

“There’s always room to try. You just have to work on it. When the right person comes around, you’ll totally be able to push the feelings aside and get along with it.”

“But what if that never happens? What if I’m never sure about it?”

“One unloyal ex doesn’t mean the rest will be,” Felix reassures you with his hand holding onto your forearm gently.

“Try three,” you deadpan.

“Not everyone is a cheater!” he insists.

“But all of the ones I’ve been with have,” you argue. “I just don’t think I’m strong enough to go through with it again.”

“(Y/n), you can’t live in fear forever. You’re going to have to face this head on one day and you’re going to have to hold on. If someone comes by and you really end up loving them, you can’t just push them away because you don’t want to get hurt again,” Felix reasons. His hand squeezes your arm gently, “you’re going to have to go with your gut, okay?”

“I know I’ll have to eventually, but what if I just never know?”

“Then you’re just gonna have to fly with it. Go with the floor—ride the vibe—do anything. Don’t let it stop you from falling in love.” His hand lowers to hold onto your hand as his left hand puts away the plastic bowl to hold onto your other hand. “It won't stop you forever. You’ll learn to grow and deal with it in ways that let you be with people. I know you’re not aromantic—you know that you’re not. We’ve had that talk before—and you’re definitely not ace, either; that’s Ryujin’s thing. You just have to let yourself fall sometimes, and eventually, someone’s gonna catch you.”

You stay silent and allow Felix’s words to settle in your thoughts. Your eyes flit to look away and you blink a few times as you take it in. The idea of marriage isn’t something that you started thinking about after your most recent ex because that one completely changed your outlook on relationships almost entirely.

“You can do it, alright?” Felix reassures you gently with his hands still holding onto yours. “I know you can. There’s just some things that you’ll need to get over first. If you ever need anyone, you know that I’m here to talk.”

You nod and smile.

“Thanks, Lix.”

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“What are you craving?” Seungmin asks as you both walk together, your arm linked with his as you look at the flowers that bloom.

“I’m fine with anything,” you hum. You’re honestly more into the view than the idea of eating because it’s quite rare that you actually get to see the cherry blossoms blooming when you’re not on campus, and the feeling of actually walking through a park being your main focus.

Seungmin smiles when he sees the way you look around, obviously distracted, but he doesn’t do anything to move your attention. He knows how much you like cherry blossom trees; it’s the only reason you enjoy spring as much as you do.

He waits until you’ve returned to reality and your attention has moved to Seungmin.

“This is really pretty,” you say as you turn back around to look at the trees.

Seungmin holds onto your arm without waiting for anything else, the smile on his face never fading as he watches how in awe you are. Warmth runs throughout his body as he does, the feeling flooding his veins and just filling him to the brim.

Until his smile fades and he realises that something is very wrong with what he’s feeling.

You turn to look at him and smile widely, your teeth showing and the corners of your eyes crinkling.

Seungmin feels dread crashing into him and his lips part in realisation.

It can’t be.

He’s never come across this issue before. Maybe he’s overthinking this. Maybe he’s just never been in a casual relationship like this with a friend he was so close to before.

Yeah, that’s probably it, Seungmin thinks. It casts reassurance through him—albeit slightly—but it’s enough for him to return the smile when you lean up to kiss him on the cheek.

“Thank you for taking me to see the cherry blossoms,” you say gleefully.

“I know how much you like them, baby,” he chuckles. Seungmin’s hand raises to pat down your hair gently as you look at him and you smile even more.

Yeah, he’s probably just not used to being in a casual relationship that’s also growing more platonically. That has to be it.

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viii.

You let out a laugh as you lay against Seungmin’s bare chest, the captain laughing as well and the vibrations from his body running throughout yours.

“How are you so sure?” you laugh.

“Saw it with my own eyes, babe,” he chuckles. “I can’t believe that Changbin was right. I mean, that guy can’t even hold any secrets to save his life, but I wasn’t expecting that to be true.”

“And she just told you?”

“Spilled like a broken faucet.” Seungmin runs his hand up and down your own bare back, his fingers leaving goosebumps wherever his skin meets yours as you both bask in the morning glow.  “And don’t tell anyone that I told you this. Yeji would kill me.”

“If she didn’t want anyone knowing, she shouldn’t have told Changbin,” you joke.

“Hey, it’s not his fault,” he scoffs, raising his head to look you in the eyes. “And you can’t blame Yeji either—Changbin said she told him by accident and he now had to bear the crushing pressure of keeping Hwang Yeji’s secret of being a furry.”

“Accidentally walking in on her looking at furry art made me wonder how Felix must’ve felt in the bathtub.”

“Hey, at least ours was expected,” you snort. “What were they supposed to do in the first place? Run away from the both of us? They know what we’re like. The fact that we’re together just doubles how bad we can get.”

“I know, but sometimes I do feel a bit bad about it,” Seungmin laughs.

“Nothing we can do about it,” you hum. He only laughs more and lets his hand fully rest on your back. “What do you want for breakfast? I think I should still have some groceries left from last week’s run.” You start to sit upright and Seungmin follows your movement with his hand moving to hold onto yours.

“You definitely should. You bought a lot of shit last week,” he points out.

“That was only because you kept telling me to buy enough for you. Therefore, I now have enough for two people.” You give him an annoyed look, but Seungmin only smiles cheekily in response. You throw on a stray shirt that sits at the edge of your bed as you stand up, “what do you want to eat? I think I have a recipe for waffles lying around somewhere.”

“I’ll eat whatever as long as I’m cooking it with you.” Seungmin stands from the bed as well, grabbing the pair of shorts that he had been wearing the night before and looking around for his shirt. He stops moving when he sees you standing at the doorway to your bathroom and his hand raises to point at you, “you’re wearing my shirt.”  

You look down at the black t-shirt before realising that Seungmin’s right, but you only shrug in response and run a hand through your bedhead, “it was the first thing I found. I would’ve put on mine if I had grabbed it first.”  

Seungmin only smiles as he approaches you to wrap his arms around you.

“You’re lookin’ a little too cute to have just woken up,” he teases right as he presses kiss to your forehead. You only scrunch up your forehead and raise your hands to push him away; only jokingly.

“Stop it,” you groan.

“I’m right and you know it,” Seungmin laughs when he sees the disgruntled look on your face when he continues to pepper kisses all over.

“Minnie,” you whine and finally get him to pull away.

He only smiles as he does, hands holding onto yours as he sways a bit, “alright, alright. Let’s get the waffles going before we both have to leave for the day.”

“We’re also staying in your place tonight because I’m going to need to go to another grocery run after we cook,” you say as you leave your bedroom.

Seungmin stays in his spot for a moment and watches as you go, but he feels a strange pang in his chest when he does. Shaking his head, he chases after you.

“What if we just go for a grocery run together tonight?” Seungmin suggests.

“I’m not opposed to that,” you claim.

You open the door to your fridge and start rummaging through it while Seungmin pulls out your pan from the cabinet; the past few weeks of him staying over made him more familiar with your kitchen. You bend down slightly and push aside some of the stuff, trying to find the butter, only to feel a hand smacking directly onto your ass.

“What the fuck?!” you gasp loudly with a jump, but Seungmin wraps his arms around your waist to stop you from turning around.

“God, I love that ass,” he chuckles against the skin of your neck.

“I get that you do, but you didn’t have to hit it that hard,” you scoff. Seungmin only lets out another laugh before he presses a kiss to your skin and pulls away.

“I have to prove it some way.”

“There’s something called ‘gentle love’, okay? Don’t go smacking my ass just because you want to prove that you like it,” you huff as you pull out butter from your fridge.

“Whatever you say, sweet cheeks,” he snorts.

“And no naming it,” you say strictly and point your finger at him.

Seungmin grins and shakes his head, “that’s something I can’t do, baby, and you know that.” You scrunch your nose at him once again, but he responds by pressing a sweet kiss to your lips instead. “Let’s get those waffles cooking.”

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You walk into the library with your ears plugged, not paying much attention to whoever walks past you as you do, and make your way to the third floor where the bean bag section is.

You’re hoping that it’ll actually be empty today so that you can take a nap, but it’s the bean bag section. And when you’re in a university filled with sleep deprived and soulless students, the bean bag section of the extensive library is the best spot on campus.

Just to your luck, three of the bean bags are empty.

And to add more to your luck, Seungmin is comfortably sat on one of the bean bags with Hyunjin and Jeongin beside him, all three of them with their laptops out and their earphones in. Before you’re able to do anything, Hyunjin looks up from his laptop and smiles when he sees you. He beckons you over and you oblige without much hesitation, making your way to the group until Jeongin and Seungmin look up as well.

“Hey,” Jeongin whispers as he waves at you.

You return the wave with your right hand and pull up a bean bag from the side to join them, instinctively pulling it on the other side of Seungmin.

“Hyunjin’s trying to find a topic for his dissertation,” Seungmin claims softly.

“I can’t think of anything. I feel like I’m going crazy,” Hyunjin mumbles as he looks at his screen in frustration. He pulls the top shut and lets the device slide to the floor. “I thought I’d be able to think more about it in the library, but focusing on culture topics makes it impossible.”

“Writing anything on culture is like identifying exactly what’s wrong with society and putting it into words,” you chuckle.

“That’s called psychology,” Seungmin jokes. Jeongin snorts loudly and slaps his hand over his mouth when one of the students gives him a dirty look.

“What are you guys doing?” you ask, referring to Jeongin and Seungmin by looking between them.

“We’re here for moral support because we’re waiting for our next classes,” Seungmin answers. “I’m just trying to finish up my politics paper. I managed to get most of it done over the weekend, so I’m giving it a final push before I submit it tomorrow.”

“I’ve finished most of what I need done by this week, so I’m taking a break while I wait for the rest of the pressure to come in,” Jeongin says as he places his open laptop on the floor and leans back in the bean bag with his arms outstretched above his head.

“What about you?”

You lean back into the cushy bean bag and shake your head, “no assignments for me. I came here for a nap.”

“I might take one now, too, actually,” Jeongin groans as he lowers himself lightly until he’s able to rest his head on the fabric.

“So, you’re both just going to leave Hyunjin and I to our own devices?” Seungmin gasps, mocking disbelief.

“You guys are big boys, you can deal with it yourselves,” you chuckle with a sigh and close your eyes.

A few moments pass and you start to feel the lull of sleep, but the constant jerking of your head keeps waking you up and you furrow your brows in slight annoyance.

Until a hand rests on your head and guides you to a shoulder where you feel the vague smell of a cologne so familiar embracing your senses.

“Bring a neck pillow next time or you’re going to wake up in pain,” Seungmin mumbles, soft enough only for you to hear.

“Fuck you,” you grumble.

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“What are you gonna do about it?”  Jeongin asks.

He and Seungmin sit on their balcony with the sliding door closed just in case Hyunjin would accidentally walk in on their conversation since he has a habit of letting himself in. A half-empty bottle of red wine sits on the glass patio table in between them, two wine glasses sitting on two sides of the bottle.

“I don’t know,” Seungmin mutters while shaking his head. He picks up the glass nearest to him and sips the wine slowly, letting the tangy taste of the alcohol hit his tongue. “It feels like there’s nothing I can do.”

“Talk to them,” Jeongin immediately says. “You’ll never know unless you talk to them.”

“I can’t risk it. I don’t want to lose them that easily just because I didn’t know how to keep my mouth shut.”

“Seungmin…”

“It’s all temporary anyway,” he cuts him off, “love is temporary. You can’t rely on it forever.”

Jeongin purses his lips together and sighs.

“You can’t say that forever.”

“I can’t expect them to just happen to be okay with it either. We both agreed there would be no strings attached—hell, it isn’t easy for us to eiven get attached in the first place! Why the hell did it have to be them?” Seungmin groans and hangs his head between his hands as the weight of it starts to truly show itself to him. “(Y/n)’s too nice. I can’t lose them, Jeongin.”

“Telling them doesn’t mean that you’ll be losing them. You guys are friends before anything else. (Y/n)’s loyal to their friends,” he insists. “You can’t bottle this up forever. Wouldn’t it be better to at least know?”

“I don’t know.”

Seungmin leans back in his chair and looks out at the sky. The sun has started to rise in the distance and he can see the colours of the sky blending together as it starts to lighten. He and Jeongin had been out on the balcony since he had gotten back from spending the day at your apartment, only returning to their shared apartment right before midnight and with a look on his face that made Jeongin pull out his cheapest wine and a pair of glasses.

“Please, Min. At least talk to them. You’ll really never know what happens unless you talk to them,” Jeongin places his hand on Seungmin’s knee, giving him a reassuring squeeze and a small smile.

Seungmin responds by nodding and giving him a tight-lipped smile.

“I’ll talk to them,” he mumbles.

“Don’t let it get too far. You remember what happened with Hyunjin,” he chuckles. Seungmin lets out a hearty laugh as he nods, turning his attention to the wine, looking between the bottle and Jeongin.

“Oh my god, heartache… wine… Yeni—Am I turning into Hyunjin?” he laughs.

“You’re not sprawled on our kitchen floor yet,” Jeongin shakes his head, “until then, you’re still Kim Seungmin.”

Seungmin chuckles and nods.

“The one and only.”

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ix.

Hyunjin had a suspicion from the very beginning that something was up between you and Seungmin; something more than just the two of you sleeping together. Whenever he mustered up the courage to ask Seungmin, he replied with, “bite me”, which meant that he wouldn’t confirm nor deny his suspicions.

And as the months had gone by, the idea of it just normalised itself to Hyunjin that you two were just close because you had the opportunity to be as closely intimate as you usually are. So, Hyunjin had forgotten about it. He let himself get used to whatever PDA that you and Seungmin would subject all of your friends to and so did everyone else.

At least until now as he and Ryujin sit across from each other with wide, nervous eyes. Apparently, she had been having the same exact suspicions as Hyunjin has had and she had refrained herself from talking about it with anyone mainly because she didn’t want to accidentally overstep your boundaries.

“I thought I was the only one,” Hyunjin breathes out a sigh as he leans back in disbelief.

“No,” she shakes his head, “I’ve noticed this since the very beginning. (Y/n) doesn’t act like this normally with anyone.”

“What if they actually do end up falling in love? Seungmin isn’t the kind of person to act on a crush. He just lets it pass without doing anything.”

“You think (Y/n) would do anything? They end up leaving first because they don’t want to get hurt.”

Hyunjin scoffs slightly and Ryujin only bites the inside of her cheek as she looks away from him.

“(Y/n)’s going to break his heart and it wouldn’t even be their fault,” she mutters.

“Seungmin’s going to break his own heart. If he doesn’t say anything, he’ll never know whether they’re willing to try a relationship,” Hyunjin argues.

“No, Jin, you don’t understand,” Ryujin looks at him sharply. “(Y/n) doesn’t get into committed relationships because they don’t believe that anyone would willingly commit themselves to them. They leave when they feel like they’re starting to get attached because they don’t want to risk putting themselves through another breakup.”

“But the year is ending. Are they just going to keep avoiding relationships for the rest of their life? What happens when we all graduate and they both just never end up getting over each other?”

“If they don’t end up getting together, they’ll both probably force themselves to fall out of each other.”  

Hyunjin frowns.

He’s always known that Seungmin wasn’t the kind of person who would think about the idea of marriage or romantic relationships, but it’s starting to get painfully obvious to him that Seungmin’s falling in love with you.

And Ryujin’s able to note the amount of times that she’s noticed you falling in love with him just from the way you act. You’re sweeter whenever he’s around and the way Seungmin always seems to be the first person that you think of makes it less of a question to her.

They exchange a look that makes Ryujin shoot straight in her seat, “don’t tell Yeji! I know you guys tell each other everything!”

“I won’t!” he exclaims, mouth opening and closing similarly to that of a fish as he shakes his head violently. “There are things I don’t tell Yeji because I don’t want her telling Changbin. I don’t know what’s wrong with that woman. She keeps telling Changbin things even though she knows that he’s horrible at keeping secrets.”

“They’re both terrible at keeping secrets. Maybe it attracts each other,” Ryujin jokes.

“I really wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the reason,” Hyunjin laughs. “You can’t tell Felix either. He’ll just try therapy-ing (Y/n) to the point that they realise there’s something up and it’ll scare them from being with Seungmin in general.”

“I’d trust Felix to keep a secret. He knows (Y/n) most out of all of us and he knows that he shouldn’t mess around with their privacy,” she claims.

Their eyes meet each other again as Ryujin leans back and crosses her arms.

“I just don’t want (Y/n) leaving him dry just because they got attached,” she mumbles.

“It’s not like there’s anything the both of us could actually do,” Hyunjin sighs. “We can’t exactly convince them to not dump each other.”

“It sucks that we’ve noticed this,” Ryujin huffs. “All we get to do is watch them fall apart.”

“What if we matchmake them?”

“You’re stupider than Yeji makes you out to be.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

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There’s a strange feeling that overcomes Seungmin as he stands outside of your apartment door. He blinks rapidly and continuously clenches and unclenches his fist in an attempt to calm his nerves.

Maybe it’s because he hasn’t done this before.

Confessing to someone isn’t exactly something that Seungmin does often considering how difficult it is for him to actually get attached.

He raises his fist and prepares himself to knock on the door, only for it to rip open. The man in front of him is as startled as he is and Seungmin takes a step back in shock.

“Sorry, I was just leaving,” he mumbles and slips past the captain. Seungmin watches as the man leaves, wondering why he looks so familiar.

“Min?”

He turns back to your door to see you peeking out of your bedroom, hair dishevelled and clothes haphazardly put on.

“Come in,” you beckon him inside and Seungmin obliges, closing your door behind him. “Did you message me? I haven’t checked my phone in a while,” you say absentmindedly as you look at your phone.

“I-It’s fine, I didn’t,” Seungmin shakes his head. “Was that guy…”

“Song Mingi from the rugby team,” you answer. “I was bored and he said he was in the area. I would’ve messaged you if I knew you were still nearby.” You put your phone away and smile at him, “what’s up? You don’t usually come by unannounced.”

“I just…” he trails off, trying to find the right words to say before he realises just how stupid this is. “I was bored,” Seungmin lies as he takes a step towards you. “But, I see that you’re probably already tired.”

You purse your lips together, not saying anything for a moment before you shrug.

“I’m down for another round.”

“I don’t want to tire you out too much,” he shakes his head and smiles. “It’s fine. I’ll just come by tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?” You reach your hands out to hold onto both of his wrists to bring Seungmin closer towards you. “I really don’t mind.”

“I’m sure,” he nods.

You let out a small sigh, but smile nonetheless.

“Okay. Just let me know if anything comes up.”

“I will.”

Seungmin lets you kiss him on the cheek right before he leaves, the sound of your door locking coming just as he closes it.

He lets out a sigh and swallows thickly.

Seungmin’s not going to risk possibly ruining your relationship; not when you’ve both gotten this far as friends alone.

No, Seungmin just can’t bear the idea of losing you. As he stands outside your door, he realises that he doesn’t care whether or not he gets his heart broken. He only cares that he’ll be able to keep you around.

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You find yourself in Seungmin’s bed yet again. Only, this time, you’re awake while he sleeps soundly underneath you. There’s a battle going on in your head that refuses to let you fall asleep and you’re not entirely sure on what you’re supposed to do.

Graduation is in a few months.

And you’re falling in love.

But you don’t know what to do. You have the choice of staying and being with Seungmin. You could tell him that you’re in love and hope for the best, but that side of your heart argues with the other side; the one that tells you he’s just going to leave you like all the others did.

You’ve thought about taking Felix’s advice and trying to push past your fears, but the idea of having to actually go through with it makes you feel tired and it scares you even more than the initial idea of accidentally falling in love.

You sit up slightly to look at Seungmin’s face properly; the way his eyes are closed, face empty of any sort of stress whatsoever. You’ve come to truly adore the way he looks when he’s sleeping because he looks so peaceful and adorable; the way his lips are jutted out slightly with his cheeks blushed slightly.

If you leave, you’ll be throwing this away.

You’ll be throwing away the closeness that you’ve gotten so fond of; the feeling of Seungmin’s hands, the way he fills you with more comfort than you’ve ever imagined, the way he makes you feel truly wanted and loved.

Seungmin’s managed to break through some of your walls with just the way he smiles when he wakes up, eyes seemingly glowing at the sight of you in the morning. The way that he treats you in public with his arm protectively wrapped around your shoulders was enough to prove to you, that for a moment, he could possibly be different from the others.

Are you really willing to give that up?

You curl up against the comfort of Seungmin’s body and feel yourself starting to lose yourself in your thoughts. You could always just call off the casual sex and stay friends with him rather than leaving him altogether.

That’s it! That’s what you could do!

Eventually, you’ll be able to forget about your attachment since you won’t even be intimate with Seungmin at all. Which means that you’ll be able to keep him in your life even without anything other than a platonic relationship.

You feel your heart ease when you realise that you’ve come to a solution. You close your eyes, the previous problem no longer bothering you anymore as you slowly fall asleep to the sound of Seungmin’s heart beating in your ear.

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When Seungmin wakes the next morning, he reaches over for your frame, but he’s only faced with the cold and crumpled sheets instead. His eyes snap open and he sits upright.

There’s a different sort of dread that fills him when he turns to look at his bedside table. There’s a blue sticky note pasted onto the top of it, right beside his phone.

I’m not into the idea of casual sex anymore. Let’s just stay friends

Seungmin stares at the note before he lets out a sigh and throws himself back onto his bed with his hands on his face. Why did you leave so suddenly? Did he do something wrong?

He tries to think of what could’ve possibly chased you away… until Seungmin realises just what it could be. His hands slide off of his face and his heart drops.

Did you realise that he was getting attached?

Seungmin knows that you have issues with getting attached—that much he noticed throughout the past few months of sleeping with you—but he hadn’t thought that you would’ve ended up doing the same to him.

Maybe it’s for his own good, he wonders. It knocks him back into reality that he’s not into the idea of getting into anything serious.

So, Seungmin looks on the bright side:

At least you get to stay friends.  

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x.

Graduation creeps closer and you and Seungmin grow further apart. There’s a sense of longing that lingers between the two of you, but you’ve both gotten pretty damn good at pretending that you’re both fine with the sudden distance.

Only your friends have gotten worried about the way that you’ve just decided, so very suddenly, to stop sleeping together—especially with the way Jeongin, Ryujin, and Hyunjin had already seen just how fond of each other you had gotten.

You watch the baseball team from the bleachers, sighing when you see the way Seungmin emotionlessly tosses his bat aside after a run. He mumbles something to his coach before tossing his cap onto the dirt and leaves the field. You sigh and run your hand over your face.

Cheerleading practice had been put on hold for the time being since exam season is creeping closer. With their captain busy with exams, the team either meet up on their own with one of the younger committee members leading them or without meeting at all.

“Hey.” A hand gently places itself on your shoulder and you glance behind to see Ryujin sitting herself beside you.

“Hey,” you mutter back and turn to face the baseball team once again.

A sympathetic smile makes its way onto her face when she sees the way you seem to yearn for Seungmin’s company.

“Having a hard time?” she questions, nudging you with her shoulder lightly.

“You know how it is,” you sigh.

“Were you getting attached?”

“I didn’t want to risk it,” you claim while shaking your head. You turn to look at Ryujin and smile slightly, “you know how it gets. I don’t want to put myself through it.”

“Yeah, but Seungmin would never do anything to hurt you. You know that, right?” she tries, her hand raising to squeeze your shoulder slightly.

“Yeah.” You turn back to see Seungmin coming back to first base. “But you can’t always be too sure.”

“Everyone’s worried about the both of you. We’re all wondering why you guys ended it so quickly, but Hyunjin and I already have an idea as to why.” You turn to look at Ryujin sharply but she only shakes her head and smiles reassuringly, “don’t worry. We didn’t tell anyone and we don’t have any intentions to. We just want to know that you guys are okay.”

“We’ll be fine. Seungmin and I are used to these kinds of things. We’re the campus whores, remember?” you try to joke, but Ryujin looks at you sadly and nods.

“I have a class to get to,” she says as she stands, still holding onto your shoulder for a moment longer. When you don’t say anything or seem to react, Ryujin turns to walk away, only to stop and turn around, “you know, you two don’t always have to be the campus whores, (Y/n).”

You let Ryujin’s words linger. You turn over your shoulder to see her standing there looking at you before you chuckle softly and nod.

“Thank you, Ryujin.”

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Seungmin finds himself at Felix’s end-of-the-year party without much want. He sits on the kitchen counter with a red solo cup in his hand partially filled with the vodka soda concoction that Felix and Changbin had put together—which is definitely going to put a few people into a coma, but Seungmin had chosen to close his eyes to it a few years ago.

He should be happy; he’s finally graduating.

Seungmin and all of you friends had passed everything and all of you were graduating, but he just can’t help but feel sad that he feels like he had lost you along the way. You stopped sitting right beside him after you broke it off and you weren’t coming out as often to hang out with him directly.

Your little arcade dates had gone down the drain and all your beloved mornings went along with it. There wasn’t anything he could do about it in the first place; Seungmin just thinks that it wasn’t meant to be. If it really was, maybe you would’ve been able to convince yourself to stick around and test the waters with him.

Hell, you were already acting like a loving couple. Seungmin knew that from the get-go, but he didn’t want to scare you off because he knew better than to do anything about it if he wanted to keep you around.

All those morning where he had woken up to you smiling at him so fucking fondly, eyes filled with so much emotion that he had just known, from the first time you had stayed the morning, that you were falling in love just as hard as he was. And that thought alone was what scared Seungmin the most because he knew it wouldn’t be too long before you would cut yourself off before you got too deep in.

Which only leaves him wondering whether there was anything he could do in the first place, but all Seungmin is left with is the fact that you definitely wouldn’t have stayed if he had actually told you he loved you that day.

So, he wallows in his own self-pity and thinks about the temptation to give into the alcohol. He’s graduating, what else is he supposed to worry about for the next few weeks?

Seungmin swishes the cup around and sighs before putting it down.

“Fuck,” he groans as he hunches forward and rests his elbows against his knees.

He just wants to leave and cry in his own bed until the world swallows him up into nothingness.

“Seungmin!”

The call of his voice makes Seungmin look up to see Yeji running towards him with a drunken laugh.

“Where have you been? We’re gonna throw Changbin into the lake!”

“You guys go on without me,” he shakes his head, “I think I’m gonna go home.”

“Aww, are you sure?” she pouts and takes his hands in hers. “Come on! We’re graduating, Min! By next month, we’ll no longer be university students! Enjoy yourself.”

“I-I’m just not feeling the vibe, Yeji, but thank you,” Seungmin persists as he slides himself off of the counter. “You guys have fun.”

Yeji purses her lips together in a straight line but doesn’t say anything more. She knows that he’s not in the best mood and she’d rather not have Hyunjin 2.0 in the middle of the kitchen where the entire university can see him.

“I’ll see you around,” he says and waves at her, only to receive a smaller wave back before she disappears through the sliding door that leads into the garden.

Seungmin pushes past the crowd, ignoring whatever happens around him as the music booms loudly and the alcohol and vomit spills all over the place until he’s walked through the front door.

“Kim Seungmin.”

The voice forces him to freeze.

“Are you really going to miss out on your last party as a university student?”

He turns around to see you standing in the doorway of the house with your arms crossed over your chest.

Seungmin swallows thickly at the sight of you seemingly so nonchalant after having left him with nothing but a sticky note and somewhat of a cold shoulder.

“I’m really tired, (Y/n).”

“That’s not the Seungmin I know,” you quickly say. “The Seungmin I know would stick around and bask in the company of his drunk friends because he’d never know when the last hangout would be.”

“Pretty niche for someone who left a vague sticky note on my bedside table,” Seungmin jokes.

“It’s my charm,” you scrunch your nose at him with a smile. “Now, come on. Let’s get your ass partying before we have to start living more responsible lives.” You turn around and walk back into the house as Seungmin watches you.

As he stands on the front porch of his friends’ house, Seungmin thinks that you’re right. Why the hell is he letting this ruin what could be the best night of his life?

Fuck it.

Seungmin lets out a small laugh at the realisation that you’ve, once again, managed to creep your way into his heart, and walks back into the house. If this is his last party as a university student and as the captain of the baseball team here, he might as well make it teh best fucking night he’s ever had.

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xii.

“Good hit today, man,” Jeongin chuckles when Seungmin sits down in front of him. “Congrats on the win.”

“Thank you,” Seungmin smiles. It’s nice knowing that Jeongin’s been by his side ever since they had graduated three years ago and he likes the fact that the younger man has never failed to stay in contact despite how busy they had gotten.

Weekend hangouts had gotten so common between the two, that it was almost as if they had never even parted for a few months in between graduation and getting used to their own careers. Seungmin and Jeongin were unlike some of your other friends, who had grown apart after a while due to busy schedules; especially you and Hyunjin who were busy in your own professional sports.

Seungmin had actually managed to get himself onto the national team from how good he was while you and Hyunjin had gotten busy with gymnastics instead. He had known that you had gotten into professional gymnastics from the posts that you were making on your Instagram, but Seungmin hadn’t done more than reacting to your stories every once in a while since you were doing the same to him.

Occasional congratulations and small talk were made on days that you two weren’t so preoccupied, but there was nothing more than that, and you and Seungmin had, ultimately, grown apart.

“Did you get Hyunjin’s invitation?” Jeongin asks as he sips on his iced tea.

“I can’t believe he’s getting engaged,” Seungmin laughs as he runs his thumb over the black band snugly wrapped around the middle finger of his left hand.

It’s the only piece of you that Seungmin had seemed to cling onto like his life depended on it and he honestly doesn’t really seem like he would be letting go of it anytime soon. There were opportunities that he had to pass the ring back to you, but he had honestly forgotten about it after a few months and ended up keeping it for himself.

“I know right! Have you met her before? She’s exactly like Yeji, too! It’s almost as if he made it a mission to find a woman who was like a clone of her.”

“I think the appeal was that Jiwon isn’t Yeji. You know how the two are. They love being friends, but they were never into the idea of actually dating each other.”

“It’s still crazy to me that he’s actually getting engaged,” Jeongin sighs wistfully.

“What about you? I thought you were dating someone?” Seungmin questions just as his own drink arrives.

“It’s getting a bit rocky,” he confesses with a frown. “We’ve been getting really busy and it feels like there’s just no time for each other. We’ve also been getting really antsy over it.”

“Hey.” Seungmin reaches over and grabs onto Jeongin’s wrist to give him a reassuring shake, “if you can give me relationship advice to the point where I actually got myself thinking about romance, then you can get yourself through this. You really like this person, right? Fight for it, then.”  

“Shit, you’re right,” he chuckles. “I got you ready for marriage.”  

Seungmin laughs and nods.

Jeongin had stayed pretty much the same despite getting himself thrown into something as labouring as film production, but he always had time to spare in between projects that could help him maintain a comfortable social life.

The idea of seeing all of his old friends again at Hyunjin’s engagement party makes Seungmin wonder though. He hadn’t seen Changbin or Ryujin since they had graduated at all. He only ever sees Changbin occasionally whenever they were at sports events that had the rugby and baseball team there at the same time; but Changbin never actually ends up playing in the team. He’s just there to watch since he had started focusing on music instead. 

Felix is also quite rare, but only because he had thrown himself into baseball coaching somewhere across the country rather than actually being on the baseball team. He’s also stayed quite the same with the way that he was back then, only now he’s more responsible. According to Jeongin, Felix’s drinking habits really hadn’t had much of a dent in them and he’s still downing shots like an excited nineteen year old.

Ryujin’s whereabouts are mostly unknown to Seungmin considering how they weren’t exactly that close to begin with, but he has an idea that she had started working somewhere in production because Jeongin talks about her now and then.

Hyunjin and Yeji still stick by each others’ side as far as he knows from the way that his meetups with Hyunjin always include Yeji because she wants to see him, too.

And the only person that Seungmin hasn’t seen about almost entirely is you.

Hyunjin never talks about you whenever they meet up and neither does Yeji. They always talk about other things instead. He thinks that it’s because they’d rather not bring up the very person that broke his heart for the first time since he was in high school and Seungmin doesn’t blame them for it.

He’s never really found himself wondering about you that much after he had gotten over you. You’ve just floated around his Instagram without much about your private life going online. Most of what Seungmin sees are about your modelling for sponsorships or your career. And with seemingly no one telling him anything, Seungmin doesn’t actually know much about you.

But he wonders whether you’ll be at Hyunjin’s party since you’re still quite close. And he wonders whether you’ve ever regretted leaving him as much as he has regretted not doing more about your relationship up until Seungmin just learned to live with it.

Which is also what has led him to now:

Twenty-five, single, and able to reassure himself that he can handle the pressure and anxiety of getting into a relationship.

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Seungmin stares in shock at the fact that Felix and Hyunjin are splayed out on the living room floor of Hyunjin and Jiwon’s apartment. Jiwon, on the other hand, is muttering scolds about Hyunjin to Yeji while she only laughs and nods along.

Changbin and Ryujin catch up in the corner of the room while slowly drinking their own glasses of alcohol and a few of Hyunjin and Jiwoo’s other friends fill the living room. Jeongin had left a few hours prior because he had started getting a bit anxious and his partner was quick to usher him out of the crowded apartment and back to theirs instead, while Seungmin hadn’t done much socialising other than with Felix up until he had passed out.

“Get off me!” Felix groans when he feels Hyunjin on his back and starts to sluggishly move his arms. Jiwoo is about to pick up her fiancé, but Seungmin quickly puts his glass down and steps forward.

“You can pull Hyunjin off; I’ll get Felix to the guest room,” he quickly offers.

“Thank you, Seungmin,” she sighs with a smile.

Upon being at the party, Seungmin had come to realise that Jiwoo is, oddly enough, quite exactly like Yeji. The only difference being the two is the fact that they’re completely different people. They also ended up becoming closer friends than Yeji was with Hyunjin and Seungmin has a feeling that they just bully him most of the time, but Hyunjin seems to like the attention because he has a version of Yeji that he can actually fall in love with.

He throws Felix’s arm over his shoulder when Jiwoo pulls Hyunjin off and Seungmin lifts him up, earning a whiney groan from Felix.

“I’ve got you, buddy,” he laughs.

Seungmin hauls Felix towards the guest bedroom on the other side of the room and throws the door open, his movements completely freezing when he sees you sitting cross-legged on the neatly made bed with your phone in your hand.

You freeze as well when you see him… and then your attention moves to the blacked out Felix in his arms.

“W-Why do we keep meeting each other like this?” Seungmin laughs when he realises how ridiculous it is that this had happened four years ago.

“I don’t know,” you laugh as well. You move off of the bed and help him move Felix onto the bed. “Maybe it’s fate.”

Seungmin plops Felix onto the bed and smiles.

“You think so?” He takes a step back and takes in the sight of you after so long. You seem to be doing the same as your eyes quickly look him up and down with the smile not fading from your face.

“Maybe,” you shrug.

It’s weird seeing you after so many years, Seungmin thinks. You look exactly the same, but there’s a certain flair to you that just feels so different from back then. The way you smile and seem to present yourself is also different.

But the most important thing;

Seungmin realises that he’s never truly fallen out of love with you. If anything, he’s somehow gotten more and more in love with you over the years apart. Distance makes the heart go fonder or whatever bullshit, he wonders.

“You look good,” Seungmin states, making you smile politely and nod.

“Thank you. You look good, too.” There’s a fondness in your eyes that seems to gleam when you look him in the eyes. “How was the party? I wasn’t feeling like being around so many people, but I just wanted to be here for Hyunjin and Jiwoo,” you say. Your hands fiddle with your bracelet as you speak, something that Seungmin catches onto immediately.

“It was good. Hyunjin’s passed out and Jiwoo’s trying to get him into bed right now actually,” Seungmin jerks his thumb in the direction of the guest room door.

You breathe out a small laugh and look away, something that seems to make his heart flutter.

An idea pops into his head and he hesitates for a moment before deciding that he shouldn’t completely kick the idea out of his head.

Seungmin clears his throat slightly before he takes a step forward towards you.

“Do you… want to get a drink?”

Your smile disappears for a moment before it comes back and you nod, breathing out another laugh.

“I would love that.”

Seungmin pulls the door open and allows you to walk through first as you mutter a thanks before he follows behind you.

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The sunlight slivers its way through the blinds of Seungmin’s curtains, his eyes squeezing slightly as he stirs in his sleep. He moves around in his bed, stopping slightly when he feels a weight on his chest and a familiar warmth that he hadn’t realised he had missed so much in the past few years. 

Opening his eyes, Seungmin looks down to see you gazing up at him lovingly with an adoring smile on your face and your cheek pressed against his bare chest. 

“Hi,” he greets, voice raspy and with a smile on his face. 

You lean up and kiss him softly, letting your face linger inches apart from his as your lips pull into a smile. 

“Hey,” you greet softly. 

“What do you want for breakfast?” Seungmin sits upright with you rolling off of him to be able to watch him from your side with your arm propping your head up. 

“I’m fine with anything,” you claim as you grab onto his hand when he starts to climb out of bed. Seungmin stops moving and turns to look at you. “But, stay here for a moment. Please.” 

Seungmin feels his heart fluttering in his chest at the way you lower yourself to bury your frame into his sheets. 

“Okay, baby,” he breathes out a chuckle before laying back down and letting you crawl back onto his chest. His hand raises to rub up and down your back while you hold onto his other hand to play with his fingers. 

You slide your hand into his and gently move your fingers in between his repeatedly, basking in the warmth of Seungmin’s body and bed. 

But you see the black band sitting on his middle finger and it makes you sit up slightly.

“This… Isn’t this mine?” you ask as you raise his hand and tap your index finger against the ring. 

Seungmin looks down at it and he takes a moment before nodding. 

“Yeah, I kept forgetting to give it to you a few years ago and I ended up wearing it after we graduated,” he explains nonchalantly. Your eyes move back to the ring and you scoff slightly. 

“I’ve been looking for this for years,” you claim as you lower his hand to the bed. 

“It… reminded me of you, so I kept it around and wearing it just… started happening, I guess,” Seungmin shrugs.

“Since when did you get so sappy?” you chuckle and roll off of him slightly. 

Seungmin’s arm is quick to wrap around your waist to keep you on him, a teasing smile on his face as he traps you above him. 

“I have my moments,” he claims, a teasing lilt to his voice as he leans up to press a kiss to your nose. 

The action makes you close your eyes and smile. Seungmin’s presence is comforting mainly because of how familiar it is to you. Maybe life hadn’t gone that smoothly after you decided to leave, but you had always hoped that maybe—just maybe—the two of you would cross paths and that Seungmin would still be willing to indulge himself in you once again. 

But knowing that he’s here, knowing that he’s opened himself to your company again, fills you with a form of happiness that you didn’t even think was possible. 

Seungmin sits upright for a moment and takes the opportunity to just look at you. His eyes fill with love when you look at him questioningly and he only smiles in response. He leans back down and reaches for his phone from the bedside table, scrolling through the delivery options as he does. 

The sense of deja vu takes over your entire being as you’re suddenly reminded of the first time you had stayed until morning; only this time, it’s already two in the afternoon. The time doesn’t bother you that much—it’s not like either of you have anything going on for the rest of the day anyway. 

You let your hand rest against Seungmin’s bare chest, eyes fluttering close at the sound of his heart beating steadily in his chest filling your ears and warming you chest. 

“We can get sandwiches from the cafe nearby,” Seungmin says softly after a moment, his voice mumbling almost. 

“Just get me anything witho—”

“Without onions or pickles,” he chuckles, “I know, baby.”   

You pause in your movements and raise your head to look at him. Seungmin looks down when he feels your eyes on him and he tilts his head curiously. 

He’s pretty sure the feeling of his heart pounding in his chest can be felt from how directly on him you are, but you don’t seem to make any effort to point it out if you do notice it. 

Instead, you keep your eyes on him and you smile. Seungmin’s hit with a sense of deja vu that makes him wonder whether or not you feel it, too, and it’s strong enough to send a rush of emotions through him. 

Your eyes brim with tears and Seungmin almost shoots upright when he sees a lone tear streaming down your cheek and dropping onto his chest, but you don’t do anything about it. You smile and swallow thickly. 

“I love you.” 

Seungmin feels his entire body halting at the confession. He would’ve missed it had he looked away with the way your voice had come out as a whisper; barely audible. 

But the rush of emotions only gets stronger and stronger within his body and Seungmin can feel his own eyes filling with tears. 

Three years apart. That’s what it took. Three fucking years without having as much as a proper conversation and that’s what took the both of you to realise just how in love with each other you are. 

He smiles and leans down to press a featherlite kiss to your forehead. 

“I love you, too. I always have.”

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[sungbeam]

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▶ kim seungmin x reader

▶ yours and seungmin's relationship in reverse chronological order; inspired by ms swift's the very first night and cruel summer

▶ 3.5k words, angst, fluff, end of the world type vibe

a/n: yes, you read that correctly, this is in reverse chronological order! and yes, that means a breakup

SEVEN

The party's bass was steadily making your headache worse. The sharp and distinct smell of alcohol had your head spinning with memories of the past that you wished didn't appear in your head at the most inopportune moments. You scented the bourbon your friend, Jake, chugged beside you, coaxing you to take a sip of the liquid with him.

"Just a couple sips, bestie," he slurred. "It'll make you feel better. Promise!"

"I'm okay, Jake," you told him, gently pushing the bottle away. He was too far gone to be worried about why you had refused.

The dress your friend Yeji had shoved over your head stuck to your body like a second skin, making you feel naked. There were too many prying eyes undressing you throughout the living room of the frat house, and you wondered if you could sink into the cushions of the couch.

"Cheer up, Ynie," Yeji pouted as she collapsed onto the couch cushions next to you. She handed you a sealed can of ginger ale, the exact beverage you had requested.

"Thanks," you murmured, cracking the can open.

Yeji eyed you as you guzzled down a decent amount of the soda. The bubbles stung your nose when you came up for air, but it was better than waking up with a pounding headache in the morning. "I know you don't want to talk about him, but I just wanna help."

And you couldn't be more grateful for that. Guilt pierced your chest; it wasn't exactly fair to Yeji that you were so closed off to her. "I'm sorry," you sighed, raising your voice slightly so she could hear you, "I just—"

Your voice died in your throat. You felt the distinct feeling of eyes on you, and when you turned your head to look, you found his. He stood across the room from you, surrounded by familiar faces—his friends—as he nursed a red solo cup in his hands.

Kim Seungmin wore an unreadable mask over his face as he stared at you. If you had been anyone else, it would have only looked like a casual stare in your direction, but you knew what he was thinking. You had spent too many long, sleepless nights to not understand him.

Bitterness filled your throat and you had the sudden urge to get out. To get out of this room, out of this house, out of this town—far away from him. Anything to numb the fucking pain.

The polaroid burned a square through your purse and through your lap where your bag sat.

You nudged Jake, swiping the bourbon from him and setting the ginger ale down. Yeji watched in muted sadness and pity as you dumped the liquid down your throat and let it burn you from the inside out.

SIX

You bumped the front door to your apartment close with your hip as you shuffled through the stack of mail you had just retrieved from the downstairs box. There were the typical bills and advertisements in the mix, the latter of which you would probably end up tossing away later.

As you leaned on the kitchen counter to sort through the mail, you froze.

There, in the fray of water bills and bank statements, there was an envelope. It was small, like one of those unassuming Hallmark cards without the cheesy sayings. The only thing was that you recognized the elegant scrawl on the back of the envelope, below the stamp.

You wanted to laugh. He didn't want to see you so much that he paid for a stamp. He couldn't even risk seeing you, could he?

You tore the envelope apart, only to have a polaroid slip from its jaws. It drifted to the floor and you caught it quickly between two fingers.

Heart pounding, eyes stinging—it was you and Seungmin. Actually, it was from the very first night the two of you met. He didn't seem like the kind of guy to be bold, but the polaroid had captured the moment he had cupped the back of your head and kissed you. Like he didn't give a damn, like you were the only two people in the world, like this was the start of something beautiful.

And it had been something beautiful. But beautiful things break sometimes.

Anger suddenly boiled beneath your skin, heating your blood. Why would he send this to you? Was it some sort of taunt? Some sort of—

Your eyes caught onto a flash of pale blue. There was a small blue sticky note taped to the back. There it was again, his script.

Miss you like it was the very first night. - Min

You decided you hated Kim Seungmin for doing this to you.

FIVE

It was 11:43AM when Kim Seungmin broke your heart.

"I don't think this'll work out, Yn."

The two of you were sitting in one of your favorite casual eating and drinking spots just by campus. Seungmin liked the croissants here, especially, and the two of you used to share strawberry milkshakes at the bar. But now, you sat with a table separating you, each with two separate drinks.

You didn't respond immediately. No, you couldn't respond immediately. There was no proper reaction to someone saying that to you so suddenly, out of the blue. The words could not leave your tongue and you were helplessly speechless. And speechlessness was never good if one wanted an upper hand against Seungmin.

You stared long and hard at him. Wondered how he could fool you with such deep, dark eyes and that beautiful smile. That smile was nowhere to be seen, only cold solemnity.

Oh, he was serious.

You managed to finally speak. "Why not?"

Seungmin sighed, like he didn't think he'd have to explain. "Well, we're not even gonna see each other much anyway. We're in different departments, different grades, different sides of campus. My internship is starting soon and you have an interview with that big company, too, soon."

You mean the interview I wouldn't have gotten without you?

"And we can't try?" You whispered, your voice embarrassingly soft. You were trying—trying to fight tooth and nail for this relationship. You didn't want it to slip from your fingers, water through a faucet. Because you and Seungmin were not water through a faucet, but the stars in the sky—bright and gleaming and infinite.

Right?

"Sweetheart." There was a shine in his eyes; he didn't want this either. But why? Why, why, why— "I just… I just don't think I can handle it."

"Oh." Handle what? You wanted to scream. "For what it's worth," you gulped and opened your mouth to say the words, but suddenly found that they were caught in your throat. I love you. "I don't think I could handle it either."

Liar.

Seungmin seemed to release a breath he had been holding. He fidgeted with the watch on his wrist, unable to meet your eyes. "I'll, uhm, I'll see you around then." Liar.

"Yeah, same to you," you smiled as he stood up from his chair. Liar.

Seungmin flashed you a small, sad smile in return. And then he was gone—the only thing left of him was the lingering aroma of his cologne and the café bell above the door ringing in the air.

FOUR

Seungmin swung the door to the hotel room open and it banged against the back wall with a shudder. He lowered his mouth to your ear, murmuring, "Open."

Your eyelids fluttered open and a small gasp fell from your lips. You stepped across the threshold as if in a daze, and you partly were. The view held you captive. The windows at the far side of the penthouse suite looked out upon the city of Los Angeles below you. Warm lights glowed from its core, the Hollywood sign backing the cityscape far in the distance.

He came up behind you, arms wrapping your waist and kissing behind your ear. "How'd I do?"

You twisted around, pressing your mouth to his. "It's gorgeous, Minnie."

"Me or the view?"

You laughed and looped your arms around his neck. "Are you an 'it'?"

He beamed. "For you? I'd be anything you wanted me to be." A thought suddenly occurred to him, and he was leading you to the corner of the living room toward a vintage record player. He turned it on, setting the needle on the already set vinyl record. "Isn't this neat?"

"Did this place come with it?" You asked, marveling at the polished wood and the pretty violin crooning from its speakers.

Seungmin nodded, and held his hands out for you to take. "Yeah, I didn't even plan for it."

You took his left hand in yours, bracing the other on his shoulder. His right hand gently held onto your waist, and the two of you slipped into a loose waltz. Both of your forms were silhouetted against the window now, the stars bright like studded diamonds in a blanket of dark midnight colored velvet.

One-two-three, one-two-three…

Seungmin twirled you around to the sounds of your giggles, his smile as wide as his face, and then you were back in his hold. His arms were warm around you, hands so solid that his loving touch was tangible. And home, you decided, was right here.

Later in the night, the two of you found yourselves once again in each other's arms, but seated on the floor of the living room. You watched the stars outside, watched the city below. The record played softly in the background—it was a different track from before.

You brushed your hand through Seungmin's dark hair; you felt him lean into your touch, eager, begging. "Thank you, Minnie, for doing this."

Seungmin hummed and took your hand. He laced his fingers with yours before bringing your knuckles to his lips. "You deserve it," he murmured.

A beat of silence. "Hey, sweetheart?"

"Mhm."

"You won't leave me, right?"

You frowned at him and nuzzled the side of your face with the top of his head. "No, of course not. I…" I’m in love with you. "I couldn't imagine life without you."

He squeezed your hand. "Me neither."

THREE

You picked up his call on the third ring, having rushed across yours and Yeji’s apartment in order to reach where you had left your phone on the bathroom counter. Yeji was deep asleep on the living room couch after the two of you had spent the entire evening binging the Harry Potter movies.

His contact name shone brightly in your face, just as bright as the pretty smile he had in the picture. "Hello?"

"Hi sweetheart," he greeted softly. "Sorry, my roommates just fell asleep. You're not asleep yet?"

Your eyes darted to where Yeji was out in the living room dead asleep. "Oh, not yet. Yeji and I were watching some movies, but she fell asleep. And I can ask you the same thing, mister." But then again, even if you had been asleep, you had a feeling you would have woken up to answer his call anyway.

He hummed, and you could hear him shift around in his bed. "Wish you were here with me."

The heart in your chest beat a little faster. It practically fluttered like the butterflies in your stomach. "I wish I was there with you, too, Minnie."

"Do you know how much I miss you?"

You could imagine. Sometimes when you laid in bed alone, you could feel the ghost of his arms and heat around you. Sleep just came easier when you were with him, you had realized. You murmured, "Do you know how much I miss you? I think I'm getting Seungmin cuddle withdrawal," you joked. Well, half joked. You kind of were getting Seungmin cuddle withdrawal.

His quiet chuckle met your ear, breathy and light. "You're so cute, Yn-ie. Maybe we should… remedy that."

"What would you suggest then?" You asked, drawing circles on the bathroom counter, biting your lip to suppress a smile.

"Go out of town with me. Let's run away together for a little."

You smiled out of pure giddiness. "Okay."

"Okay," he whispered back. "Get some sleep then, okay? Sweet dreams, sweetheart."

"Miss you, Min. Sweet dreams." And as you hung up the call, you couldn't help but dance around a little on the balls of your feet, like you'd just won a million dollars. Because that was what it felt like—seeing Seungmin, missing Seungmin, and loving Seungmin. You didn't want to know what it would be like without him.

TWO

The world was spinning.

Your throat burned from alcohol and your eyes burned from tears. You couldn't register how long you had been hunched over on that barstool, but it was long enough that the bartender had cut off your drinks and asked if you had a ride home for the night. You told him no, because none of your friends knew you were here and they were all busy anyway.

None of them knew what happened today, and you didn't want them to ever know.

"Yn?"

Your head lifted from your hands and you recognized the familiar, puppy eyes scrutinizing you with pity and worry. "Seungmin?" The memories flickered past your mind; they tried to remember, tried to associate him with a certain emotion.

You, at last, smiled. "Hi!"

Seungmin frowned deeper at your change in mood, but he tried to smile for your sake. "Hey, sweetheart. What're you doing here? Is Yeji here with you?"

"No, she's busy." You shook your head, stretching your arms over your head with a yawn. "What're you doing here?"

"I, uh, got a call." His eyes darted to the bartender, whose name tag read Changbin on its surface, before returning to you. Seungmin carefully helped you off the stool, as if handling a baby deer. "Let's get you home, yeah?"

You shook your head. "Can't—" you choked. "Can't go home."

Seungmin paused in the middle of the walkway. "Why not, sweetheart?"

"Mom and dad don't want me to go back." You felt warmth trickle down the sides of your cheeks again and you sniffled. "Got dropped from my internship because this bitch thought it'd be fun to spread rumors about me. When I told them the truth, they turned me away."

You didn't catch Seungmin's reaction, but his expression had softened considerably. He brought you into his chest and held you in his embrace for a long moment. You exhaled a shaky breath, then breathed in the comforting scent of his cologne.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured into your hair. Then he was placing a hand on the small of your back and helping you into his car. “Come on. You can crash at my place tonight.”

Seungmin drove you back to his apartment, explaining to you that his roommates were either out partying or dead asleep in their rooms. And he would tuck your form into his bed, your back to his chest, as the both of you drifted off to sleep. His warmth, his scent—all of it engulfed you in this feeling of infinite bliss. It was the most loved you felt in a long time.

ONE

The party's bass was steadily making your headache worse. Your day at work had been the absolute worst, as it had been for the past few weeks. This coworker of yours had been trying to spread nasty rumors about you to try and get management to fire you. The reason? You could only guess it was because you got the promotion and she didn't.

Yeji and Jake had collectively dragged you out to party and get your mind off the whole bullshit situation. You had pulled out minimal stops tonight since you were only here to have fun and drink a bit. You didn't really anticipate catching anyone's attention tonight, with your pleated skirt and T-shirt and sneakers. Really, the only attractive thing was the vodka on the rocks in your hand, the liquid swirling in the plastic cup. Yeji was in the living room dancing and Jake had gone to the bathroom, which left you by your lonesome on this kitchen stool. You didn't really mind though.

"There must be something really interesting about that drink."

You glanced up from your cup to find a boy next to you. He wasn't necessarily dressed to impress either—he wore a gray hoodie and dark colored pants, but his dark hair were lightly curled and hung delicately over his forehead. "Oh, heh, yeah. It's just vodka."

The boy rounded the counter and grabbed a brand new plastic cup. "Rough day?"

"More like rough month," you scoffed, dunking the last of the bitter liquid down your throat. "It's been… interesting." You shook your head. "Sorry, this conversation is so sad. I'm Yn."

He beamed, and you decided his smile was the cutest you had ever seen. It reminded you of Jake's puppy-esque expression. "Seungmin." He scanned the array of bottles on the counter and began selecting his poisons. "So, Yn, would you like a good drink, or are you okay with just your vodka?"

"Uh, I don't know about you, but vodka is a perfectly good drink." He deadpanned incredulously, eyebrow raised. You added, "Okay, a good drink please."

Seungmin chuckled, winking at you. "Coming right up."

Seungmin's drink ended up being one of the best things you've tasted for a long time, and suddenly, you were letting him drag you out of the kitchen. His friends were gathered in the living room with a few other girls, all of whom were trying to decide what game they wanted to play.

You recognized a couple of his friends—Han Jisung and Lee Felix. The two of them were desperately advocating for "Kiss and Blow", waving around their deck of cards, trying to entice an exasperated Yu Karina and Shin Ryujin that this was a good idea.

"Hey guys, this is Yn," Seungmin introduced you to the group, who eagerly accepted you into their cult circle.

Felix patted the empty spot on the floor next to him, and you settled there with Seungmin sitting on your right. "How do you feel about playing Kiss and Blow, Yn?" The blond asked you with wagging eyebrows.

You shrugged, smiling. "Uh sure. I haven't played before, but I've watched a round or two."

Jisung exclaimed in victory, punching the sky. "Yes! It's really simple, Yn; I'll start."

And you watched the card make its way counterclockwise around the circle. Everyone seemed to be keen to keep the card from slipping from their mouths, probably because almost everyone here were friends. Your heart pounded at an increasing rate as the card approached you, but you couldn't tell if it was from nerves, adrenaline, or both.

Felix was next with the card, presenting it to you with giggling eyes. You pressed your lips to the opposite side, sucking it a breath, before removing it from Felix.

You didn't know what possessed you to do it, but your grip and suction slipped, and the card was falling from your mouth. You locked eyes with Seungmin beside you, who's expression was teasing, and his cheeks were pink from anticipation or alcohol or all of the above. Howls of encouragement rallied around the circle of people, some yelling, some singing "Kiss the Girl".

"A punishment's a punishment," you said to him.

Seungmin licked his smiling lips. "I wouldn't use the word punishment." Then he was cupping the back of your head and pulling you to him—his mouth landing on yours to the soundtrack of the raging party around you, but all you could really hear was the rush of blood in your ears, and the feel of Seungmin on your lips.

There was a bright flashing light, like the shutter of a camera. You would later discover that Ryujin had snapped a Polaroid photo of the two of you, and Seungmin would win the rock-paper-scissors match to keep it.

You and Seungmin slipped out from the noise of the party about a half an hour later. The back porch was surprisingly empty, and the two of you settled on the top step, laughing about the charades game that had just ended.

"Okay, but doesn't Hannie remind you of a squirrel?" You asked Seungmin, cheeks hurting from how hard you smiled. "He's so cute and chirpy and all. I could just squish his cheeks."

Seungmin pouted beside you. "Well, what do I remind you of?"

You tilted your head to the side as you considered him, but you already knew the answer. "You're like a puppy, Minnie."

"And puppies are cuter than squirrels though, right?"

Ah, now you knew where this was going. You gently bumped your arm with his. "Of course."

Seungmin linked his arm with yours and pulled you closer to him. He leaned his head onto his knees, eyes reaching yours. "Yn, can I kiss you again?" There seemed to be stars reflected in his irises, and you thought you could see the whole galaxy in the way he looked at you.

You nodded, and he was leaning toward you closer, holding you tighter, as he kissed you under the stars. And maybe it was just you, but there was an itching feeling in the back of your mind that this boy would burn you… but you loved the feeling so much that you would let him.

a/n: now try reading it backwards go! 😼 lol jk it's supposed to give off a different vibe, but u can tell me if it worked or not lmao

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[starlighthan]

RETURNING TO BALETE [TEASER]

pairings: non-idol!seungmin and gender-neutral!reader

genre: dark fantasy, crime, action, fluff, angst, enemies to friends to lovers, trese au, philippine folklore/mythology

warnings: mentions of death

teaser word count: 1k words

synopsis: kim seungmin, one of the affiliates of captain lee, is a detective who deals with crimes related to the supernatural. when he was contacted to go to balete drive for a very mysterious case, he encountered somebody he never wished to see ever again.

date of release: tba

note: hi! this is my trese au with seungmin :DD this one's my own version of the intersection of balete and 13th street which can be seen in both comics and netflix series! and of course, i'll add up my own scenes as well <33 i hope you'll enjoy this one for now while i work on the actual fic.

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*i do not own the trese comics/series.*

“Is it true that Mara Dela Cruz died way back?” Minho crosses his arms on his chest, leaning back to his car. “If this is true, you know even at least a little about what this means, right?”

Seungmin slowly nods. His father knew about the existence of a White Lady around this area. Nobody knew the name, but he guessed that was it. “Sadly, I still do not know how this happened. The process to kill the ghost must be very intricate and hard to trace.”

“Will we ever get to somewhere after this incident?”

“Of course, Captain Lee, no worries. I still have my ways, whether the crime is easy or hard to study.” Seungmin steps back, lifting the police tape. The first thing he noticed was the large circle around the victim, looking like chalk.

Coincidentally, it reminded him of his childhood. A childhood with someone he chose not thinking. He would not go back to that. It hurt him too much to go back to; it is not worth it.

Gently feeling the powder on the cement, it does feel like chalk. But obviously, this is not just some ordinary chalk. The powder-like substance did not even smell like it, which is weird. One thing for Seungmin is sure that whatever is around on the crusty body of Mara Dela Cruz is not just simple chalk, it's something else more complicated than that.

An unfamiliar voice echoes behind him. “Taste it.”

Sharply turning his head back, the familiar person in front of him immediately gave him a reality check. Irritation pricked at him—why would you appear in front of him nonchalantly as if you did nothing almost ten years ago? Did you forget that you left him without any word to him or his tribe? Is that you?

“How about you taste this?”

Being shocked was an understatement for you. You were stunned by how those five words were like fire, painfully scorching. Surprising in a middle of an investigation seems like a bad idea. Maybe Seungmin is not in the mood right now. These cases, after all, are the worst when you want to have peace of mind. Or did this man forget about you already? Hopefully not?

You fear that there is more to the fury transparent on his face.

Kneeling on the ground, you keep your distance apart from the detective, pulling up the sleeve on your right arm. Doing what Seungmin did earlier, you get a pinch of the chalk and smell it. Quickly licking the powder on your finger, a pang of saltiness goes through your nerves, making you shake your head with a face of disgust.

“Very salty, definitely not those chemicals in chalks," you rub away the remaining powder on your finger. "Might as well ask Nuno about this. Whatever this powder might be is hard to get."

The powder is not actually salt. This powder is as refined as baby powder. Whoever crushed this to the smallest particles must have done a lot of work to get into this texture. And you know that salt is not the best ingredient to kill the already dead. Even if you have your references for substances, you are not sure which of them is the one right in front of you. 

Seungmin interrupts your thoughts with a smirk, "You still remember Nuno, eh?"

Not look back at him—you still head on the ground. Eyes are moving from the circle and the body, and a shiver comes up to your spine. What happened to Mara looks like somebody sucked the remaining soul out of her.

"Of course, I still find Nuno when I am here," you brush the hair out of your face. Placing your hands on your knees, you pushed yourself up on your feet. 

Realizing that you need the powder with you to show to Nuno, you try to get back down on the cement, "Oh, why did I take off that powder! I still need that to show to Nuno—"

"I'll take care of that," Seungmin steps forward, rolling his eyes and holding your arm tightly. "You might drop them. I will find Nuno myself.”

Scoffing, you gracefully enough remove the hand on your arm. Glaring at the dark figure under the streetlight for a second, you seriously wondered how this guy became cold and rude after your unprompted leave from the province. Maybe that is why he is like this—and you will take the blame for that.

But his manners for simply being a decent human being—

“I asked permission from Captain Lee to join the investigations for this, and he was okay with it. I will also be helping in finding answers to this. I want to investigate this case as well.”

You are proud enough to hold your composure and stay calm about this. Every second with this guy makes you want to burst and call it a night. But you badly wanted to deal with this case. 

The White Lady was also a significant part of your life growing up. Stories shared by your own family and almost every single person you know. Balete Drive is in your hometown, and this is your chance to visit here without anybody scaring you about it. You were so ready to find the White Lady and have a decent conversation without any bad intentions, but fate gave you the worst timing. You were the only one who had the guts to go to this street.

You have already stepped foot in Quezon City for the first time after so many years. You are seriously not going to waste this opportunity, especially when you see the one you are looking for dead and gone.

“Now, if you will excuse me,” you went back down to take a pinch of the powder, “I’ll also ask Nuno about this and hopefully finish this mystery. Good night.”

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[soobnny]

ten things kim seungmin says when he thinks you’re asleep — fluff, established relationship, a sprinkle of angst

chan | lee know | changbin | hyunjin | han | felix | SEUNGMIN | jeongin

one. i know i complain a lot when you reach out to grab my hand but i actually really like it. please don’t stop doing it. i guess, i just have never been used to touching anyone intimately, even if it’s just holding hands. but it feels safe when it’s with you. i didn’t know before that it was possible to have your whole world in your hand, but it feels so much like that when i’m holding yours. and for a moment, it makes me think my thoughts are closer to you. can you hear how much i love you?

two. you make me believe in forever. god—what have you done to me? i’ve always known things come to an end eventually, but knowing you and loving you has made me yearn for an eternity. i hope i make you believe in a forever too.

three. the boys told me i’ve gotten softer. i’m not quite sure what they mean, but they told me it’s because of you. i think they might be right.

four. you looked tired today, and you didn’t finish the meal i cooked for you. i know you hate being coddled when you’re upset so i don’t do it, but i wish i could do more. ah, please eat well tomorrow. i’m worried. you know you can tell me anything, right?

five. you know, i almost cried a few hours ago. it was because you started crying! i’m sorry you thought you couldn’t tell me about it, but thank you for trusting me enough to tell me. it’s gonna be okay, yeah? you’ve survived everything so far, so you’ll survive this one too.

six. i noticed something when i went out to karaoke with the boys. i think of you when i sing love songs. i didn’t notice it at first—not until hyunjin pointed out how i was smiling so much, more than i normally would. you know how i feel about my smile. then i realized it’s because i was thinking of you. i smile without thinking because of you. i’d never tell you this, ah i can already hear you teasing me but every love song is dedicated to you. they’re only ever for you.

seven. it’s so lovely to see how i’ve grown with you. i really think you’ve helped me change for the better. thanks for sticking around even when i got annoyed really easily. i didn’t think anyone could believe in me as much as you did.

eight. i hope you’ll do what makes you happy. it’s all i’ll ever ask of you.

nine. i think i need to tell you i love you more often. i don’t say it a lot, but i really do. it’s just that—my heart hurts when i say it. i think i love you too much.

ten. goodnight. i’ll smile tomorrow for you.

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[jeongin-lvr]

Can you give us skz bf when they find out a second member has a crush on the reader

ᙏ̤̫ ˘˘˘   skz reactions when another member likes you (nsfw)

𓈃 ★ CHAN

Chan wasn’t by any means possessive— at least not outwardly. He’d smile whenever the members would buddy up with you. They’re practically his family, after all. And you were the love of his life, why wouldn’t he like to see all of you get close? It’s only when he notices that Hyunjin has taken an extra liking to you. Going the extra mile to help you, laughing a little too hard at your jokes, and Chan especially noticed how his eyes would trail up and down your figure each time you turned around. Suddenly, Chan was biting his lip and narrowing his eyes. You were so obvious too… it made Chan wonder how you hadn’t noticed. Despite your oblivion seeing Hyunjin toy with you while you just smiled innocently made him want to pounce across the table at Hyunjin any chance he could.

It tipped over the edge when you wore that low cut top; the one he begged you not to wear yet you did anyway. That’s when Chan nearly lost his shit. He’d catch Hyunjin shamelessly eyeing those pretty tits of yours, the way they spilled from your top each time you bent forward. Chan was furious. So that night while Hyunjin was the only one home beside the two of you, Chan pressed you right against the door and fucked you as hard as he could. His goal was to send the message that Hyunjin could never have you. Your pretty moans slipping through the cracks of the door while he held your wrists above your head, going the extra mile by loudly boasting how you were all his.

“You’re mine— got that? No one else will ever fuck you this good. Isn’t that right, sweetheart? Tell me how good I fuck you, go on.

𓈃 ★ LEE KNOW

You could never really know what he was thinking. He was unpredictable; one day he might be the most loving, doting, perfect boyfriend out there… the next he could have you strip for him so he could bend you over his knee and spank the shit out of you. It’s the best of both worlds! It was surprisingly you who first noticed Seungmin’s lingering stare on you! You caught him staring at you one too many times for it to be a simple coincidence. The thought excited you because you knew exactly how Lee Know would react if he found out. You knew the games he played. So you decided to get a head start. Staring by returning the stares with Seungmin to fluster him, ultimately making Lee Know gawk at the two of you in utter shock. He’d bite his lips as he’d watch you pat Seungmin’s fluffy hair and place your neatly manicured hands on his knee. Lee Know caught on quick; he just didn’t bother to say anything, daring to see how far you’d go.

It was about a week into your little game when he finally snapped. The sight of your fingers swiping at something on Seungmin’s lips, swiping something away with care. Your nose so close to the younger boys— Seungmin was clearly blushing, enjoying the proximity. Meanwhile, Lee Know? No, that man was seething so he just outright said something, immediately placing a veined hand at the back of your neck and pushing you roughly against the dining table, making both you and Seungmin gasp loudly. However, your shock melted quickly into eagerness as you felt his hard-on press against your inner thigh; you also felt Seungmin’s piercing gaze as Lee Know practically growled into your ear.

“You must think you’re so clever, yeah? Taunting me like that… since you have taken such a keen interest in ‘Min, why don’t you show him how well you take me, hm?”

𓈃 ★ CHANGBIN

When Changbin first found out Chan had a crush on you, he was pouty. Adorable little lips jutting out, shimmery brown eyes fluttering each time with annoyance whenever he caught the two of you even just simply chatting. Changbin did not at all like whenever the two of you were left alone, maybe it was a bit toxic but does it matter? And it totally didn’t help that you were slightly feeding into his jealousy; always boasting about ‘Chan this’ and ‘Chan that.’ Poor boy was practically scowling whenever he even saw Chan enter the room. You teased Bin because he was cute when he was mad— you also teased him because you liked the sex you’d get out of him. The toe curling, jaw dropping quickies he’d give you each time he even felt an ounce of jealousy run cold in his veins. How his stamina seemed to grow tenfold whenever he thought you spent a little too long with Chan. Sex when Changbin was jealous, to him, was a reminder that you were his; to you it was euphoric because he was so rough and so whiny with you.

He currently had you bent like a pretzel, knees in your chest, ankles dangling beside your cheeks with his strong hand desperately gripping the pillow beside your head. This was the third time today he’d fucked you into the mattress— but it wasn’t his fault! You were pushing his buttons… this particular moment stemmed from how you had mentioned how toned and big Chan’s arms were. Changbin was quick to drag you by your elbow into the closest room, laying you on the bed and purposefully leaving the door unlocked. He hoped Chan could hear the way the headboard smacked violently against the wall; how you only moaned his name— Your Binnie! He couldn’t wait till later so he could show off the bite marks and scratches you’d left on his bicep, hoping to flex them around the dorms just for Chan to see. The entire time he would whisper to you in gentle whines how he didn’t like how Chan was looking at you. Or the way you were talking about him. Especially how you talked about his muscles. Definitely not that.

“Chan doesn’t have sh-shit on me, yeah, baby? Tryna steal— steal my girl, fuck. He can’t have you. You’re mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.”

𓈃 ★ HYUNJIN

Hyunjin… Let’s just say he temporarily despises whoever dares to crush on his girlfriend! Dirty looks, possessive touches, hickeys along your neck and collarbone that would be way too hard to hide with concealer. The person in question happens to be Jeongin, constantly giving the poor boy dirty looks despite the younger trying his best to avoid you for this very reason! But Hyunjin just doesn’t like knowing how he felt for you. He did not like it at all. So whenever Jeongin would come around Hyunjin was quick to drape his jacket over you and wrap a protective arm around your shoulder, maybe even bringing the two of you into a corner (though not at all hidden) just to kiss you. And he’d silently enjoy when he felt Jeongin’s jealous eyes watching as Hyunjin worked his tongue into your mouth and his hands under your shirt.

You’d tell Hyunjin to relax, although your cheeks were red and your thighs were pressing together for a bit of friction; eyeballs darting toward Jeongin who pretended to be busy with something else on the living room couch, though the apple of his cheeks were rosy and his pants seemed to be getting a tad bit uncomfortable. Hyunjin would simply scoff at you and decide to kiss down your neck instead, making sure to groan just enough to make Jeongin bite his lips. Maybe he doesn’t go the extra mile and put his fingers in your sweet little cunt like he wants to but he definitely riles you AND Jeongin enough to end this little hangout short.

“Did you see him staring at you? He’s so jealous, it’s funny… now spread your legs please, love.”

𓈃 ★ HAN

Jisung would lowkey get mad. Like? You’re clearly his girl, who do they think they are even daring to have a crush on you? So when Jisung finds out cute little Felix has a crush on you he smiles every single time he sees the poor younger boy; it’s not a nice smile either. It’s like he’s smiling to hide the pure anger he feels, his lips upturning almost creepily. It gets to the point where you softly wack his forearm and tell him to stop, red cheeks aglow from slight embarrassment. But Jisung does not give a singular shit, instead eyeing the boy longer. And god forbid you and Felix so much as make eye contact because Jisung will make it know how unhappy he is with that.

He wouldn’t try anything right then and there, nothing more than harsh squeezes of your thigh from beneath the table, maybe even snide remarks towards poor Felix. But the second the door to your shared home is closed he has you backed up against the nearest surface and is inhaling your breath like it’s his own. Lips on your neck, beneath your reddening ears, nipping at the skin like a starved man. It’s not so much as a jealousy thing as it is a dominance thing; proof that he really is yours!! That you chose him and not Felix, which only makes him smile in the kiss and slip his hand into your panties unexpectedly. The moans you let out as he fiddles with your clit only serves as further proof that he is yours, and you are most definitely his.

“Love you, my baby. Looked so pretty tonight even Felix was staring… too bad you’re mine, haha. Ah, stay still let me see your pretty face while I touch you… that’s it.”

𓈃 ★ FELIX

You were actually the one to tell him about Han’s crush on you. You heard from Hyunjin’s loud mouth that Han had been crushing on you for months; to which Felix literally giggled. He was by no means jealous, in fact he was flattered for you. Felix thought of himself as the luckiest man ever because he has someone that others want yet you chose him! It’s actually so sweet when he pressed a soft kiss against your lips, his warm, freckled skin practically melting into you as he placed his gentle hands along your jawline after hearing the news. Felix adores you, he understands why someone else would as well and he also trusts his friends to respect him and keep that shit to themselves!

The thought of another man wanting you only made Felix fall for you harder. You had options yet he was your first pick. So to show you how appreciative of that he is he’s pampering you. Spreading you out on the bed, you’re wearing that new lingerie set he bought you, lace flowers sewn into the panties with ribbons as white as snow. Felix is tender with you while he kisses you, small hands on your wrists as his messy blond hair tickles your tummy. He’s sensual and slow— not to be a tease but because he wants to make this feel special. His plump lips are grazing over your clothed pussy, hums deep enough to make your head spin. He savors every moment of this, thinking about how lucky he is that you’re his.

“Tonight is all about you, sweet girl. Promise to make you feel so good… so lucky to have you. Thank you for being with me.”

𓈃 ★ SEUNGMIN

One jealous son of a bitch. Seungmin seems to always catch other members staring at you a little too hard, seeing their eyes on you or how they licked their lips around you. But it was Lee Know who always had his eyes trained on you, watching you walk— even when you were around Seungmin! And it was pissing Seungmin off. He didn’t know if he was purposely trying to annoy Seungmin or if he was unaware; either way Seungmin was practically grinding his teeth together at the thought of Lee Know ever having a crush on you. But in a weird way Seungmin couldn’t even blame him— sure was he pissed that Lee Know even thought about you like that? Hell yeah. Was he surprised that other people found you attractive? No, not at all. Because it’s true. So in a way Seungmin related to Lee Know, chuckling at the thought after a while. And that’s how this idea had blossomed.

Seungmin had been fingering you for a little over half an hour, edging you on with a sadistic smile and his big brown eyes trained on the way your face squished at the feeling of your approaching orgasm. Your shivering hands rested on his shoulders, moans loud in the night. Seungmin left the door wide open so his roommate, Lee Know, would be able to hear every little sound you made; it worked like a fucking charm! Lee Know was sitting wide eyed in his bed just down the hall, his own bedroom door open a crack. His cock straining in his pants as the sound of Seungmin’s wet palm slapping against your swollen clit filled the room. Lee Know didn’t know whether to say something or to close the door and wish it were him pleasuring you instead. Seungmin loved that thought— so much so he had to whisper it to you, mouth right by your ear. The only thing was his “whispers” were loud enough for Lee Know to hear perfectly, every crisp syllable.

“D’ya think Minho heard you, sweetheart? Bet he wishes it was him touching you like this… bet he wants to touch you like this. He can’t reach the best parts of you like I can, baby, trust me. He doesn’t know this pretty body like I do.”

𓈃 ★ JEONGIN

Three words; jealous, whiny baby. He’s jealous, what else can I say? As soon as he hears from Chan that Changbin has a crush on you— his girlfriend —he’s seething. He immediately runs to you, whining into your arms as his weight crushes you into the bed, pouting into the soft crook of your neck, inhaling your faded perfume as he spoke. You’re feigning sympathy, asking questions you knew would tick him off, playing with his thick, conditioned hair as you did so just to tease him more, “Oh yeah? Bin likes me? How cute, how cute.” And, let me tell you, Jeongin is not amused by you at all. His bottom lip jutting out as he lifts his head and gives you the nastiest glare, big hands gripping your hands that were once in his hair. But it’s especially when Changbin comes in to ask you two what you want for dinner (though really he just wants to talk to you) that Jeongin silently loses it. Before you can even properly answer the older male Jeongin is pushing him out the room, locking the door behind him.

And now he has you laid on the mattress with your own panties pathetically shoved into your mouth as a make shift gag, holding his phone in front of your face. He’s recording, clicking his tongue and letting the camera scan up and down your sweaty, red marked body as he buries his cock between your thighs. He’s mocking you now, asking you questions with that same tone of understanding, feigning sympathy for the way his dick is splitting you open. Taunting you by saying he’ll send the video to Changbin to “prove a point,” and you’re practically sobbing from both pleasure and embarrassment! But it’s okay he won’t send it, he’ll keep it all to himself… you’re all his!

“What do you think, babe, should I send it? Think he’ll like it… no? Aw, what a shame. Shh, don’t cry, I know it feels good, shh.”

[ 𝗆．𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ] 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾：𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 ！𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 😭

#nonnies ! #stray kids smut #skz smut #skz oneshot #stray kids oneshot #stray kids headcanons #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz bang chan #skz lee know #skz changbin #skz hyunjin #skz han #skz Felix #skz seungmin #skz jeongin

[3rachaslut]

kinks i think skz would have (part 3)

SKZXFEM READER

cw: smut obviously (MINORS DNI) the tw’s are kinda obvious with the sub header but read at your own discretion babies 🤍

a/n: not proofread sorry for any mistakes. also i’m so happy to be writing again! lets be delulu together xox

bangchan; hair pulling

oh my lord this man is relentless,

he’d be grabbing fistfuls of your hair and yanking your head up to look at him when you’re on your knees underneath him

“you look so pretty on your knees for me doll”

will literally snatch your hair as he’s fucking you in missionary and growl like an ANIMAL down your ear as he’s so deep in your pussy

“f- fuck baby, ah- feel so good around my cock”

the way your mouth drops open at the sting on your scalp as you stare up at him with mascara down your face from him deep-throating you omg you look devine babygirl!

“don’t cry angel you’re doing such a good job for me” *continues to FACE FUCK you*

lee know; edging/ overstim

we all knew this one was coming

you best believe lee know would make you BEG for him to let you come every. single. time. without fail. you would be a whimpering, sobbing mess

“if you want to cum, what do you say baby? … hmm i don’t think think you want it that much” GOD

he would be holding the vibrator to your clit for ages! smirking at your face contorting as the pleasure just builds and builds in your pussy.

“such a good girl for daddy hmm?” HELP (i am simply a dog)

“that’s it, keep begging sweetheart” AHH

and when he does let you come oh. god. he would make you orgasm over and over again until you’re crying! your pussy would be so red and swollen afterwards and he lovessss to see it

“no no doll, you begged me to come so take it like a good girl”

changbin; pussy slapping

hear me out-

so, changbin would be on top of you fully clothed whilst you’re bare naked underneath him and even the sight of you alone is enough to have his cock digging into you from his pants

he’s the type to play with your clit until you’re mewling but would SLAPPP your pussy once he hears you beg to go faster

“you don’t tell me when to do with your pussy darling”

the way he would smirk slyly as your body jolts up and your legs shake in surprise at the sudden impact o.m.g!

each slap would have you groaning from your whole chest as he continues slapping your sensitive clit again and again and he would even have the AUDACITY to chuckle down your ear at your reactions

“you’ll get my cock soon enough baby, don’t worry”

hyunjin; praise kink

i feel like this one being on the list was inevitable. hyunjin and praise kink just go hand in hand

the way he would trace your entire body with his hands leaving kisses on your exposed skin with his eyes full of adoration i’m CRYING

“you’re actually ethereal y/n..”

each time he would kiss the inside of your thighs, he would look up at you with your head thrown back in bliss and smile lovingly at the sight of you enjoying yourself. (all he cares about is your pleasure i SWEAR)

“that feel nice baby?” um YES

none. stop. compliments of how beautiful your body is and how he’s the luckiest man in the world

lots of make out sessions because trust me, this man is drunk on you!

“so fucking beautiful”

han jisung; marking

because han AINT SHARING

the thought of anyone else looking at you has han feeling the need to mark you as his own. you’re his and he’s yours. done!

seriously bestie, the amount of hickeys he gives you is crazyyyy! but would absolutely kiss each one after making them

“my gorgeous girl, aren’t you? only mine” the POSSESSIVENESS i love urgh

the way he would have you moaning underneath him as he sucks on your neck again and again and the way you would sound so sexy he would be lowkey going feral for you.

“fuck baby, i love you so much”

felix; pain play

because, in my opinion, felix can’t contain his dom side around you…

as in he would be shoving his fingers down your throat whilst pinching and twisting your nipples just to hear your choked moans whilst you writhe under him

and the way he would chuckle smugly af at the state he would put you in every time. (his deep laugh has me on the floor)

“is it hurting baby? aww… good”

SLAPPING. EVERYWHERE.

the lasting bruises of his hands all over your thighs and ass for dayssss

the way he would nip his teeth against your clit just to see you jump and buck up into his face when you feel a sharp sting onfbsjsn

*deep voice* “good girl” — AHHHH i’m sat!!

seungmin; objectification & humiliation

this one is my personal fave… stay with me !!…

i know for sure that seungmin is a super soft lover but you can’t tell me this man doesn’t respectfully disrespect you to the point of orgasm !

the way he would tease your clit forever just to look into your desperate af eyes and laugh at you for being “such a needy fucking puppy yeah?” and the way he would call you a whore and slap you in the face afterwards IM WET

“can’t speak now pup? aww are you so dumb on my cock that you’ve turned into nothing but a doll for me to fuck? yeahhh…”

and the way he would choke you until your eyes roll back in bliss just to laugh at how pliant you are O.M.G

the aftercare though! he would give you so so many face kisses and cuddle you so tightly only to do the exact same thing the night after

jeongin; Msub

look, i’m constantly torn between wanting innie to rail me and wanting to corrupt him but this oneeee…

WHINEY JEONGIN.

when i tell you the whimpers this man lets out whilst you tease the top of his cock is heavenly, i mean dangerously

“y/n- mistress! please!” oh my

his eyes would be focused on YOU, never taking his eyes off his beautiful girl

so much begging and pleading and the way he would moan even louder in desperation when you smirk at him because he knows it gonna be a long night

“i’ll be good! i’ll be so good for you! please y/n!”

the way he would grab your face once he comes down from his high and just kisses you for so long with SO much passion. i will cry

#skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids x y/n #bang chan smut #leeknow smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #han jisung smut #lee felix smut #felix smut #seungmin smut #jeongin smut #stray kids x you #stray kids oneshot #stray kids imagines #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours

[biniminisblog]

nonchalant bf | kim seungmin drabble

pairing: kim seungmin x reader

synopsis: seungmin as your boyfriend who just wants to cuddle but is too shy to say it.

genre: established relationship, fluff

word count: 0.8k

a/n: writer’s block is a bitch so i decided to finish up this seungmin drabble. anw live laugh seungmin

seungmin was never big on affection, especially with physical touch. it’s not that he was uncomfortable, per say, he just didn’t see the appeal in it. sure, he wouldn’t mind holding hands with you or kissing your cheek goodbye, but he would much rather show his love through acts of service.

you seem to agree with him too as you only ever hug or kiss him occasionally. so imagine his surprise when he caught himself suddenly longing for your touch during a random friday night.

it was one of your weekly movie nights where you both watch the cheesiest romance movies you could possibly find on the internet and make fun of it. it was nothing special, really.

except you were looking extra adorable tonight with the blanket wrapped tightly around your body that seungmin couldn’t help but stare. are you wearing makeup? is it because of the hoodie you stole from him earlier that makes you look so small he wants to absolutely cuddle you to death? or are you doing this on purpose just to drive him insane?

“oh my god they’re so stupid! it’s so obvious they like each other— ugh why do they keep denying it?” you huff in annoyance, cheeks puffed out in the process. this snaps seungmin out of his delusional thoughts of you and he glances at you, watching as you angrily cuss out the main characters on the screen. he so badly wants to pinch your cheek, maybe even kiss you. if only he was bold enough to do so. you would definitely think something was wrong with him if he did that. yes you were dating but seungmin was always known to not be the first one to initiate physical touch, he wasn’t about to ruin his reputation now.

you don’t notice that your boyfriend was not paying attention to the movie anymore, but you do notice his lack of response to your comment. you shift your head to face him, only to see that he was already staring intensely at you. you’ve never seen seungmin stare at you so intently that it’s making you nervous, already feeling the heat rise up to your neck.

“uhm—min are you alright?” always with that damn nickname. seungmin felt his heart skip a bit, and he quickly looked away from you, not wanting you to witness his flushed cheeks.

he was sure you caught a glimpse of it regardless, but luckily for him (or unluckily, depending on how you look at it), you are about as dense as a rock when it comes to him. thinking back to all the times you’ve unknowingly made him flustered, he felt that it was unfair that you had such an effect on him, yet you seem to be already used to his presence.

all of a sudden the little space that was between you both vanished, as if there had been no gap in the first place. seungmin grabs the blanket you had wrapped around you and places it around him as well, making it so you are now sharing it. this startles you. you’ve cuddled before, as rarely enough as it is, but this was different. a good kind of different because this time, it was him who did the first move.

you know he’s not fond of physical affection, so you welcome this rare opportunity of him being intimate with literal open arms and slowly wrap them around his waist.

“is something wrong, min?” you ask gently. the shitty movie is no longer a source of entertainment but rather just background noise now as you bury your face further on seungmin’s shirt.

he hopes you don’t notice the abrupt increase of his heart rate just because of that one simple action.

seungmin clears his throat, feeling shy despite the fact that he should be used to this now. “nothing’s wrong. i was just a little cold, don’t worry.”

”oh? then you should've said so earlier! i was hogging the blanket all by myself.” your eyes held guilt and although he felt bad for lying, he couldn’t control the slight giggle he let out. you were just too cute in his eyes.

”you looked like a perfectly shaped burrito, i didn’t want to ruin it.” seungmin teases, pinching your cheek as your frown deepens even further, but your eyes no longer carry guilt in them. instead they soften as you continue to hold eye contact.

you realise then how long his bangs have gotten, with it almost covering his eyes. so you reach over to move it away, before swiftly stealing a kiss in the process.

you pull away giggling and quickly went back to rest your head on his chest. you weren’t able to see seungmin’s expression, but knowing him, in spite of his nonchalant attitude, you were sure it had affected him.

and you were right. as soon as it registered in his brain what happened, seungmin felt the warmth in his cheeks spread all the way to his ears. he had not expected it at all. this was like his first date with you all over again.

”i know you just wanted to cuddle, but since you’re so cute i’ll let it slide.”

seungmin was never one for physical affection, but he thinks he could get used to this.

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[hyunverse]

you turned around ‧₊˚✩彡 kim seungmin.

seungmin x reader. tags — college au, enemies to lovers, angst, seungmin is bad at expressing his feelings. wc — 900 words. about — upon overhearing a conversation between seungmin and chan, you're not entirely sure if you want to be with him. note — wow what happened to this being a drabble. . . anyway! written for my 4k music fic fest! song is called you turned around by giriboy. disclaimer — © 2023 hyunverse on tumblr. all rights reserved. authors works are protected under the copyright law. do not plagiarize or translate my works. tumblr is my only platform.

It’s been good between you and Seungmin. Unbelievably good — to the point where people turn around and do a double-take. The two of you aren’t exactly famous for being a cute couple. . . it’s the opposite, actually. You were sworn enemies. Not a day would pass by without you glaring at him as he walks by, and him making an idiotic remark about you.

One pair project later and you’re all over each other. Seungmin now refuses to sleep without texting you a “good night,” and the first thing you do in the morning is to text him, “good morning.” The two of you are fools in love — not exactly dating but not just friends either. You’re in the middle, and the two of you agreed that you like it that way. It gives you time to adjust to the affection; as Seungmin said, it’s no good to rush into things. 

None of you is seeing other people, you bask in the fleeting affection in hallways — things are going well. 

Were going well. 

With Seungmin’s favourite drink in hand, you walk to the Student Body’s club room.  He’d texted you earlier that he had some matters to discuss with Chan, the president. You figured that he’d be tired, whatnot with all the classes he had prior. Some coffee ought to give him some energy. 

You’re about to knock on the door when you could hear voices inside. Under the impression that the meeting is still going on, you lean against the blue-painted wall to wait. You pick on your nails as you wait, excited to see Seungmin. 

“How’re things going with Y/n?” you could hear Chan speak among the rustles of paper. 

You quirk up at the question.

“Good,” Seungmin says, making you smile, “believe it or not, that idiot is actually capable of affection.”

A typical Seungmin response. No shocker there. 

Chan’s laughter echoes in the room, you could hear it clearly from outside the door. Happiness erupts in your heart, giddy by the fact that someone you like is complimenting you behind your back — albeit it not sounding like a compliment. That’s what you like most about Seungmin, after all. 

“You should make it official already, seriously.”

“Hm,”, Seungmin hums, “don’t know about that yet. Don’t really want to think about it yet. It’s a burden. ‘m just having fun right now.”

Oh.

Just having fun? 

What’re you, some type of side chick? 

Your blood boils, feeling used and stupid. You would never, ever, talk about him in such a way. Overwhelmed by anger and disappointment, your hands begin to shake, accidentally dropping the drinks in your hand. The action sounds a loud thud, capturing Seungmin and Chan’s attention. 

“Huh?” Chan perks up, looking at the door.

“I’ll check it out,” Seungmin offers, the chair screeching as he gets up. 

He sees your silhouette walking away as soon as he’s out of the door, and upon seeing the drinks on the floor, he could put the puzzle pieces together. Shit, fuck — a series of cusses echo in his head. 

“Y/n!” he calls out, rushing to you. At that very moment, he cusses himself for not being more careful with his words, and for not exercising. Because god, now running after you is making his legs ache too much. Screw his lack of stamina, really. 

“Let me talk!” he yells out, “c’mon, y/n!”

“No!”

“Please”, he begs, the distance between you two closing in, “let me talk.”

You turn your heel around, your face heating up from anger. It shocks him. 

“Fine. Talk.”

“Okay, look,” Seungmin says through heavy breaths, bending his body and clutching his knees, “wait, give me a sec.”

You click your tongue, rolling your eyes. 

“Alright,” he continues, “did you. . .?”

“Yes, Kim Seungmin. I heard what you said.”

“Okay. . .” he pauses, licking his lips, “I’m sorry.”

You raise an eyebrow, “sorry for?”

“You know what for.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

Seungmin’s heart is beating against his chest unbelievably fast, “I didn’t mean what I said in a mean way. Having to think about whether I want to date you would be a burdensome thought —”

You didn’t let him finish. The sound of your palm meeting his face resonates in the hallway. It’s a hard slap — you know it, and he could feel it.

But it’s not the slap that hurts Seungmin — it’s the sobs that follow after it. Your cheeks turn red from anger, and streaks of tears run down them. He couldn’t stand the sight, couldn’t stand the fact that he had hurt you that much.

“You’re so stupid, Kim Seungmin,” venom is spit from your mouth, “I don’t want to be with someone who refuses to consider dating because it’s burdensome. If you have no effort to think about dating me, then I’ll save you the trouble and leave.”

Seungmin’s hand is clasped against his cheek as his eyes widen from shock. 

“Wait, Y/N — let me rephrase.” 

“I don’t want to hear it, Seungmin.” 

You take one last glimpse of him, pressing your lips together in an attempt to stop crying. Seungmin has said enough — no rephrasing or apology could mend the pieces of your heart, and you could no longer see him in the same light. You turn away from him, eager to escape from the man you once thought highly of.

“Y/N —”

“Goodbye, Seungmin.”

Seungmin knew he had lost you forever.

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[hardstraykidshours]

the bet

pairing: seungmin x afab!reader

genre: smut, 18+ (minors dni)

summary: you and seungmin find yourselves caught in a friendly game of competition.

length: 1.3k

warnings: profanity, betting, sexual/suggestive content, switch!seungmin, switch!reader, oral (m. and f. receiving), hand job, orgasm denial, cum eating, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

seungmin never backs down from a challenge. which is why you should've known better than to make a bet with him over anything, especially over something like this. 

but your competitive nature just couldn't let you say no when he brought the topic up. hence your current predicament. you're completely naked, splayed out on your back, fists tightly gripping the sheets with seungmin's head buried beneath your thighs bringing you right to the edge of orgasm for what feels like the millionth time in the last hour. 

you so desperately want to cum. it's almost all that you can think about as his tongue flicks torturously at your clit. almost. 

the only thing stopping you from just giving in and pleading with him to let you finish is the bet. the stupid fucking bet you made when you'd had a couple of drinks and were confident enough to think you could beat seungmin at anything. the bet over who could last the longest without cumming. 

there were a few rules you both discussed beforehand, of course. you can only make the other person cum when they beg for it, until then only edging is permissible. also, no sex toys or objects are allowed, anything done to your partner has to be with only your own body. and finally, each person is only allowed to work in 5 minute increments. once the timer goes off, it's the other person's turn. 

in addition to designing rules, the two of you also came up with a reward and punishment for the bet. the loser has to wear a "virginity rocks" t-shirt every time they leave the house for a week, no matter where they are going or what they are doing. but you honestly couldn't really care about that. yeah, it might be a little embarrassing, and seungmin and the rest of the members would definitely tease you about it relentlessly, but at the end of the day it's just a stupid t-shirt. what really makes you nervous is what the winner gets - a sexual favor of their own personal choosing that they can cash in at anytime and any place. there's absolutely no way you can let that kind of power fall into seungmin's hands. 

which is why you're biting your lip so hard you can taste blood in order to stop yourself from begging him to finally make you come. 

beep beep beep

thank fuck. the alarm finally sounds, and seungmin immediately pulls away. he may be the most competitive person you've ever met, but he always plays by the rules. if he wins, it's never going to be because he cheated. 

he lays back on the bed, and you waste no time in immediately wrapping your lips around his aching cock. you hear him grind his teeth as he bites back a moan, struggling already. 

you smile to yourself as you start working your mouth up and down his length, hollowing out your cheeks as you take him deeper and deeper. 

you take him all the way to the back of your throat, swallowing slightly. a strangled choking sound leaves him as the sensation is almost too much for him to take. 

you've barely begun, and you can tell he's right on the brink of cumming, so you withdraw slightly, knowing if you make him cum before he begs then you lose. 

after a few slower strokes with your mouth, you pull away entirely, taking a moment to kiss up the insides of his thighs, so he can cool down for a moment. but only a moment. 

once you've let him come back from the edge of release ever so slightly, you run your tongue up his shaft again before taking him back into your mouth. 

"mmmmm," you moan around his dick, watching his stomach muscles clench tightly at the feeling. you pull away slightly to look up at him from between his legs, knowing he loves how plump and shiny your lips look when you suck him off. 

"i wonder what i'll choose as my favor when i win." he tries to argue, but his words turn into a rough groan when you lean forward again and suck on the sensitive flesh just beneath the head of his cock. 

"maybe i'll make you wear a butt plug the next time we go to your parents' house." you take your hands and start stroking him as you continue talking, "or, maybe i'll put on my vibrating panties and just keep the remote. i'll wait until we're out with your friends and then you'll have to just sit there while i secretly make myself cum over and over again in front of all of them. none of them knowing what i'm doing except for you." his cock pulses at your words, and you smirk at the effect you're having on him. 

"hmmmmmm, i bet you'd like that, watching me get off in front of a room of your closest friends? unable to do anything about it? you wouldn't even be able to touch yourself while i finished over...and over...and over again." he's gasping for breath now in between moans, his knuckles completely white from how hard he's gripping the sheets. you're filthy words have him absolutely at your mercy, and you know it won't be long before he gives in. "mmmmhmmm you seem to really like that idea, i think i might just choose that when i win." 

as soon as the words leave your lips, you reach forward and play with his balls while dragging your tongue up the underside of his cock in a long firm stroke. 

"fine!" he shouts, his head falling back on the pillow in frustration and defeat. 

when he doesn't say anything else you give his length another long, slow lick.

"fine, what?" you taunt. 

"fine, you win! i can't take this any longer, i'll do anything! just please for the love of god let me cum!" satisfaction races through you as you realize you've finally beat seungmin for the first time ever. with a cocky smile plastered across your face, you lean back down towards his throbbing cock.

"it would be my pleasure," you say as you wrap your mouth around him once more. the desperate moan that escapes his throat makes your core clench, and you quickly pick up the pace of your bobbing head. 

it takes no time at all before curses and moans mingled with shouts of your name pour from him as he empties himself into your mouth. you work your tongue over him through his entire orgasm, swallowing every last drop of his cum before pulling away. 

you watch as he takes a few moments to catch his breath, the lust clearing from his eyes as he looks up at the smirk on your face. he scrubs a hand across his face and releases a frustrated groan. "fuckkkk...i can't believe i gave in like that. it was worth it, but fuck...i don't lose. ever." 

"well, you do now," you tease, leaning in close. "and i agree, it was worth it." you kiss him, long and slow, enjoying the feeling of being close to him after competing for so long. as he deepens the kiss, you can no longer ignore the way your juices are still dripping down your thighs, your body still aching for release.

you pull away, sitting up on your knees again. "now, i think that in celebration of my first ever win..." you start to slowly move up his torso, never breaking eye contact as you do "and your first ever loss..." you keep moving until your hovering directly above his face, and a dark glint shimmers in his eyes when he realizes what you're about to do. "i think that it's my turn."

and with that, you sit down. 

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[miniversse]

⭑ “flaws and all” ⭑

⭑ bang chan x female reader

⭑ content includes: sex, oral (f receiving, m receiving), releasing, weed, body insecurity, scars, established relationship, non idol chan, non idol reader, pet names (baby, channie), build up

⭑ note: if you want to jump to the nsfw content, i have placed a dash indicating the beginning of it, but the build up is worth it! (this piece is low key chan worship hshshs)

⭑ minors dni

⭑——————————————————⭑

it was 02:34 am. you and chan lay in his bed, the dim purple light of his room illuminating his peaceful face. the room smelt of your boyfriends weed and black musk fragrance, two scents intertwined with one another in your mind. his raspy voice makes an appearance over the faint music playing…

“what do you love me for, y/n?”

his question pierced the silence between you, and you answer him with as much honesty as your physical state can offer.

“a lot chan, a lot. maybe your voice, your face, your personality, your dedication, your patience, your love. a lot”

he turns to face you, eyes red and heavier than ever, but oh prettier than ever. the corner of his lips slightly curve upwards for a slight second and he fidgets with his earring. you didn’t lie when you said those things to him. no matter what chan did, he was perfect to you.

“so… you’re telling me you don’t care about the scar on my back? my unhealthy addiction to weed? my anger issues you have to deal with? my unbelievably long work hours? my body changes?” he takes another smoke of his rolled joint, ironically, before continuing. “i mean, i don’t know. there’s a lot of shit you don’t have to deal with, ‘yknow?”

“i know chan, but people aren’t close-minded like that. of course i see more good in you than bad”

“but that’s the thing y/n, i don’t want you to see bad in me”

“baby” you stop to place a hand on his hair, raising his bangs up only for them to fall back down.

“i love you, flaws and all”

-

it’s almost like a spell was casted as he grabs you and places you above his body, connecting his lips with yours. they felt warm and plush as always. his kisses were hungry and full, taking you all in with every time you connected. his tounge dances with yours, the sounds of your make out session bounce across his walls. he kissed you until he couldn’t breathe anymore. disconnecting

from you with a string of saliva.

the way his eyes looked into yours spoke enough for you to understand how much he appreciated you. he grabs your neck from behind, lowering your head down to make your ear parallel to his lips.

“if you love me flaws and all, show me. yeah?” he whispers to make sure only you could hear him. he plants a kiss on your ear before letting you go, letting you be free, letting you do everything you desire to do, because you fucking loved him.

within a few swift moves, you both remained in your undergarments, making out again while you touch around his member, feeling it harden and rise.

“let me get on my knees”

he lets out a breathy chuckle as you get down to the cold floor on your knees, waiting for him to adjust by the edge of the bed. the music had stopped by now, but the drunk party goers outside filled the silence, and soon will your moans

your fingers wrap around the hem of his boxers, sliding down the fabric that was in a losing game with his cock. you couldn’t wait and so couldn’t he, so you begin to lick the precum forming from his swollen cock. his head darts back quickly, using you hair as a handle. your tongue glides down and up, until he’s fully coated with your saliva. your mouth then takes his cock in, struggling to fit it all. but chan begins to thrust his hips, forcing it down your throat. he whines and moans endlessly.

“mmh, baby. fuh-king shit.”

you pick up the pace, knowing that pulsating was signaling his release. your tongue glides over his member while your mouth reaches to the end of its length, gagging through the process. and at last, your mouth felt warm and heavy with his release. you swallowed it whole, licking any excess off of him.

“shit, shit, shit, fuuckk.” his jaw was fixated on being open as his head fell back, the veins on his neck making an appearance.

“baby you’re, mh, so good”

“i can be better”

you push him back up to the mattress, laying on top of him and letting him strip you bare. his fingers left hot trails where ever he touched you. and both your cores were empty and desperate. your hand makes way to his back, tracing his scar several times until chans eyes grew heavier, and hungrier.

“leave it baby, focus on me”

“it’s apart of you, channie. no one else can have such beautiful marks”

he licks his lips and smiles, his cheeks turn a soft pink, and you know you’ve brought him back to the chan you know.

he guides your waist closer to his member, raising your body above his cock and looking into your eyes for any hesitation, but they only showed love and desperation to have him inside you. he pushes your body down and you synchronize in grunts and moans. he stretches you out while passionately placing kisses on your chest. his hunger doesn’t hold back as he helps you ride his lower torso.

“y-you’re flaws make me love you even more. in my eyes, th-they are perfect imperfections-s”

he didn’t stop to react or to say anything, rather he took more control of you, making you slam into him faster, harder and more lovingly. you moaned into his ears and he did the same. chan would whimper from time to time, and it made you reach your climax even faster.

“come with m-me baby, ok?” he groans into your ear

“mmh, but i’m a-almost there”

“y-yeah, a-almost there”

his hands give in, and he leaves the rest to you. you’re legs begin to shake and your bodies prepare to release. you slam into him one last time, and your arousals commence together, your releases dripping out of your pussy. he lifts your body off and lays you down on the mattress, his head moving down to your swollen, pulsating pussy.

“let me taste us”

his tongue follows a straight, strict path from your vagina to your clit, taking pauses to swallow whatever gathers in his mouth. your eyes roll to the back of your head as he sucks and licks cluelessly. with no shame whatsoever, you come again and straight into chans mouth. his laugh vibrates in your pussy as you moan sweet nothings to him.

it’s back to how it was, except it was 03:11am, you and chan lay in his bed, naked. the dim red light of his room illuminating his flushed face. the room smelt of sex, your boyfriends weed and black musk fragrance, three scents intertwined with one another in your mind. his quite snores keep you up all night, but so does your tireless finger tracing every curve of his body.

“you’re art, chan”

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[fantastic-bby]

Adventures of Campus: Whores and Love (Teaser)

Pairing: Reader x Seungmin

Word count: 1208

Genre: Fluff | Crack-ish | College AU

Kim Seungmin, captain of the baseball team and one of the most popular guys on campus. Almost as if it’s a blessing, he has practically the entire campus throwing themselves at him, which not only fuels his ego, but it also fuels his desire to not want a serious relationship. At least until you come along. And Seungmin’s biggest problem with having casual sex with you is the fact that you’re exactly like him.

Warnings: Alcohol usage | Implied sex | Felix is an alcoholic with ADHD

Publish date of full fic: 5th August

Full fic details:

Word count: 25k

Genre: Romance | Fluff | Mild Angst | Slice of Life | Friends With Benefits AU | “More than friends, not quite lovers” AU | College AU

Warnings: A lot of implied sex | Alcohol usage | Felix is an alcoholic with ADHD

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Seungmin wanders into the house without much hesitation. The loud bass of the music booms throughout the neighbourhood and he can practically feel his entire body vibrating along with it. He’s come to accept the loud bass and strong smell of alcohol after the past few years of being in the university’s baseball team because every time they win, Felix gets his entire house to throw a party that typically has the entire university invited.

Upon entering, he’s not really that surprised when he sees his beloved baseball-mate, Lee Felix, almost blackout drunk as he stumbles towards him with a hop in his step, giggling madly.

“Minnieeee!” Felix slurs when he sees Seungmin approaching him. “You…” He starts and sluggishly throws his arm over his shoulders to lazily pull him towards him, “you…  are so good at baseball, man,” he groggily says, hiccuping right afterwards. “Like… I don’t… How do you do it?” 

Seungmin holds back his laugh, a ghost of a smile pulling at his lips as he listens to Felix. 

“I just… want you… I want you to have all the sex life can offer,” Felix continues. The pitch of his voice is fluctuating intensely, but Seungmin doesn’t hold it against him when he knows that Felix is a borderline alcoholic. 

Felix isn’t exactly one of Seungmin’s closest friends, but he’s in the baseball team and he’s a pretty nice guy, so he never really sees anything wrong with hanging out with the guy whenever he invites him out.

The main problem is that Lee Felix only ever wants to hangout if it means he’s getting a drink or four. He’s either very drunk and very sweet or only very sweet.

“That’s sweet, thank you,” Seungmin smiles. 

“You can… There’s this person… That you can try approaching…” Before he can even continue, he passes out in Seungmin’s arms. 

“Woah!” he exclaimed when he realises that Felix has put all of his weight on him. “Alright, buddy, that’s enough ginger beer for you.”

Seungmin takes the liberty in turning around to lay Felix onto his back and lift him up in a very odd piggyback where Felix is completely limp.

He carefully pushes past the crowd of people that are completely oblivious to the pair and makes his way up the stairs. Seungmin’s been inside the shared home enough to locate Felix’s bedroom with ease, slowly pushing into the third door on the left where it’s completely dark save for the  glowing colour changing lights coming from Felix’s PC. 

Seungmin always wondered why Felix was so willing in spending money on his gaming setup, but even he has to admit that the RGB fans that glow within the pristine white case with the transparent side panel. The white leather chair is facing away from Seungmin, but he’s always itching to sit in it with how the cushion is absolutely perfect for literal days of sitting on. 

He plops Felix onto the neatly made bed. Seungmin stands still at the side of his bed, wondering whether he should tuck the poor man into his bed before the sound of a chair squeaking surprises him. 

Seungmin looks upright and almost drops Felix onto the ground in shock when he sees you sitting on Felix’s gaming chair, eyes wide as you watch what happens with a red solo cup in your left hand. 

You both stare at each other without moving for a moment. Seungmin looks around the area awkwardly before he finally sets Felix down safely and stands upright. When he takes a few more steps closer towards you, he’s finally able to see exactly who you are; head of the cheerleaders and one of the best gymnasts in the university.

“What are you doing here?” he asks loudly. 

“Aren’t you going to lower your voice? The poor guy’s sleeping,” you chuckle softly. 

“When Felix blacks out, he wouldn’t even wake up to an explosion,” Seungmin reassures you with a laugh. He takes another step closer to you and smiles, “what are you doing up here? I wouldn’t have expected the head cheerleader to be camping in a gamer’s bedroom in the middle of a party.”

“Oh, usually I’d be downstairs,” you claim while nodding, “but I’m not really feeling the vibe right now.” You turn to look at the cup in your hand and swirl it around for a moment, “Felix really needs to stop being in charge of drinks because I’m pretty sure he puts himself into these blackouts himself.”

“Ahah,” Seungmin breathes out the laugh almost sarcastically, but only because you’re right on the dot there. 

“But, I’m actually in here because I needed to talk to Felix about something. I don’t know what I was expecting, coming to a party at his house and hoping to talk to him,” you sigh, “but here we are.”

“How important was it? I doubt you’d be able to get anything coherent out of him for the next ten hours.” 

“It wasn’t that important,” you laugh as you stand. “I’m just going home then.”

“No, hold on.” Seungmin digs his hands into the pockets of his grey pullover. “If it’s something not that important, then you wouldn’t mind sharing it with me, would you?” 

You tilt your head slightly and raise an eyebrow. 

“Depends on what the outcome is.”

“How about I take you down to the ramen place right outside the neighbourhood and we’ll see?” Seungmin suggests. 

You let out a small laugh as your arms crossed over your chest, “I don’t think I should be expecting much out of the baseball team’s captain. I’d just end up being a score for you with how you’ve managed to work through most of my team.”  

“Who said I was keeping score? I just like the exercise,” he smiles coyly.

Seungmin would definitely be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to you in some way or another. As head cheerleader, you had many eyes on you and you weren’t the captain for no reason. You’re truly the best of your entire team. Your confidence practically oozes off of you whenever you’re out performing in the field or for competitions and you’ve been able to lead your team to national tournaments. 

You and Seungmin were also practically the same person as far as he heard. 

Students on campus were terrified of the two of you only because you shared the same style of expressionless eyes and barely showed much of a smile unless you were with your friends. You were also known around campus as two of the more active captains who would mingle at parties and would always be seen leaving with a new person at almost every party.

So it isn’t news that you were both looking at each other with a different sense of want. 

“I’ll take that offer for the ramen,” you say as you walk past him and push your hands into the pockets of your light blue denim jacket. “But you’re paying because I left my wallet at home.”

“You’ll find a way to make up for it.”

“And don’t turn this into some kind of a porno,” you turn your head slightly to give him a glare which only makes him laugh. 

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