you meet by chance at a baseball game, so he asks you to be his plus one for a wedding. the catch? pretending to be his girlfriend for a whole weekend. what happens when you actually start to like him?
pairing: seungmin x fem!reader
genre: fluff, smut
content: ft. mina and sana from twice, fake dating, one bed, kissing after a couple drinks, drama! but not that much, explicit smut, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), creampie, happy ending
word count: 5.2k
a/n: this is my last fic for the event and i’m kinda sad it’s almost over!! thank you for all the love and support from the past month, we’ve really appreciated it! absolutely not proofread <3
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The stadium is sweltering hot, the crowd is screeching between innings, and if one more guy spills beer on you, you might actually lose it. You usually love baseball games, and have so much fun shouting for your favorite team and eyeballing the hot players in their tight pants. Usually.
Maybe you just haven’t had enough to drink. There’s no reason you shouldn’t be having fun with your friends, leaning into them and whispering about the game, or more commonly, the players you have a massive crush on.
Or maybe you’re sitting there thinking about your date from last night, the guy who talked way too much and didn’t ask a single question about you. You didn’t even want to go, he was a friend of a friend, and you owed her a favor, and he was kind of cute, so you figured, why not? Big mistake.
You haven’t sworn off dating, but your recent string of bad dates has become particularly exhausting. You love your friends, but there’s a part of you that wants to go to these games with somebody else. A partner. Preferably in a romantic capacity.
There’s a group of guys on the right of you, and Mina keeps leaning forward, trying to make jokes with them. They laugh and joke back, and you try your best to laugh and play along. You catch a few of their faces when you glance over, and Jesus fuck, they’re all good-looking.
Your friends are on the other side of you, definitely drunk, and having the time of their lives. You resort to actually watching the game, trying to focus on something to drown out the chaos around you. A batter on the other team strikes out, so terribly that you almost feel bad for them.
“Ouch…that’s embarrassing," you mutter under your breath.
“It’s one strikeout,” a voice from next to you says, almost annoyed. “There’s plenty of game left to play.”
You whip your head to see the man sitting next to you, smirking as he sips his beer. There’s a Giants hat on his head, which makes you laugh. They’re losing pretty badly right now.
“Giants fan?” you ask, as if it isn’t obvious.
“I take it you’re not,” he observes.
“I don’t really have a favorite,” you say honestly. “But there’s at least 5 more teams I’d pick before the Giants.”
He scoffs at that, but you catch a faint hint of a smile as he turns back to watch the game. He’s really, really handsome. You turn to your friends to hide your smile as you sip your drink.
You make snide comments as the game goes on, and he dishes them right back at you. One of the players on your team drops a ball, and you let out a groan.
“That’s your guy?” the man whispers next to you.
“Hush,” you say back, because it’s the only thing you can think of without making prolonged eye contact and stuttering over your words. You try to hide your smirk but can’t deny the flirty edge that the conversation has.
You’re only half listening to Sana drone on about how she hates her new boss when the giant screen above you flashes pink. Bold words appear on screen.
KISS CAM.
The camera bounces around from couple to couple, a series of cheers echoing throughout the crowd. Sometimes it’s cute, like when the people on screen are obviously dating, but half the time it looks so awkward when random strangers pucker up just because of a little attention from the camera.
It takes a second to register when your face pops up on the screen.
Your face. And the man next to you. The man you met today, the man whose name you don’t even know.
“Do it!” you hear your friends laughing beside you, egging you on.
You turn and see his friends doing the same, patting him on the back and hollering at him. You make eye contact with him and can’t help but laugh.
You give him a shrug. “Why not?” you say. It’s harmless. Plus, he’s stupid hot, and you’d be dumb to turn down a kiss from a hot stranger, even if it is in front of thousands of people.
“Ah, what the hell.” He sighs, smiling, and leans forward.
Your lips connect, and you hear the crowd erupt around you. You feel the sound vibrate through your seat more than you can hear it. His lips are so warm and soft, and everything fades away for a moment. It’s tender, surprisingly so.
You break the kiss first after a few seconds. Four seconds? Or ten? You lost count, honestly. You pull back in time to see his eyes flutter open. He smiles at you, warm and genuine. God, he is really handsome.
The crackle of the announcer over the loudspeakers catches your attention, and you remember where you are all at once. You feel your chest tighten, suddenly very aware of what had just transpired.
“I’m Seungmin,” he says, and you snap out of the panic you were about to enter.
You introduce yourself. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“That’s one hell of an icebreaker,” he jokes. You both laugh, turning your eyes towards the field before the embarrassment sets in again.
You find it increasingly hard to keep your eyes off Seungmin as the game continues. He bumps your elbow every time he leaps out of his seat to cheer on his team, and you have to pretend you don’t notice. You smell his cologne when he leans in too close to make a snide comment, and you have to roll your eyes to avoid making eye contact with him. Trying to act cool, like he doesn’t do anything to you, is pure torture.
The game ends 6-5. You didn’t pay too much attention to the score, just enough to tease Seungmin when the Giants slipped behind. It didn’t matter though, they ended up pulling through and winning tonight.
“I never doubted them for a second,” he says smugly.
“You probably should have,” you say back, laughing.
Your friends get up to leave, and you turn to follow them, collecting your empty drink cup as you walk out. Just then, you feel a tug on your wrist.
“Wait! Uh…can I get your number?” Seungmin asks, rubbing the back of his neck.
Your eyes light up as you look back at him and nod. The two of you exchange numbers, ignoring the way both of your friend groups snicker and tease behind you, before going your separate ways.
The whole walk back to the train, your friends talk about the day, their plans, and their lives, but you’re not really listening. It’s hard to when your mind is full of the handsome stranger you’d just met minutes ago. And you especially can’t stop thinking about the kiss.
“You’re awfully quiet,” Mina says, nudging your shoulder.
You shrug your shoulders and turn to stare out the window. “Just tired. We had a long day.”
She doesn’t buy it, leaning closer into your space to get a better look at your face.
“Are you thinking about the Giants guy?” she says, definitely teasing you. You shoot her a glare and roll your eyes, but you feel your face grow warm and hope it doesn’t show.
You get home, you shower, eat some leftover pasta that’s been marinating in your fridge, and collapse into bed. By this point, you’ve mostly convinced yourself that today was a one-off. A funny story to bring up at dinner. “Remember that one time…” your friends will say. That’s just what happens. You meet someone fun at an event, and then life takes over.
But as soon as your head hits the pillow, your phone buzzes on the nightstand.
Unknown: giants won btw. in case you needed a reminder.
You roll your eyes before saving the contact and typing a reply, smiling to yourself like an idiot.
You: a whole text JUST to brag?
Seungmin: just making sure you knew
Y: I was THERE
S: yeah but did you watch or were you distracted
Y: no idea what you’re talking about
S: mhm…
Y: congrats on the win, don’t let it get to your head!
You find yourself checking your phone more than you’d like to admit over the next few days. Your heart skips a beat every time you get a notification on your phone. Sometimes, he says good morning and asks about your day. Sometimes he just sends a dumb meme with absolutely no context. Or provides commentary for whatever game is on that night.
Today’s message from him starts differently than usual.
Seungmin: hypothetically
You: hypothetically…
S: if I needed a date for a wedding
Y: okay…
S: would you go with me?
Y: what’s in it for me?
S: you get to feel REALLY GOOD about yourself for doing a favor for little old me
S: and a free trip to Jeju…
Your eyes go wide at that.
Y: it’s in JEJU!?
S: yeah my cousin’s loaded or something
Y: hypothetically it would be a yes
S: okay great!
S: another hypothetical…
Y: mhm
S: ….i told my mom i was bringing my girlfriend?
Y: you have a girlfriend?
S: NO no no i don’t have a girlfriend, that’s the problem
Y: i see…
S: so uh would you also hypothetically pretend to be my girlfriend?
Y: you can’t tell your mom you were lying?
S: it’s…complicated. i’d rather not be lectured or have her try and set me up with all of the bridesmaids
You’d also prefer that, but you don’t mention it.
Y: hmm…hypothetically one weekend wouldn’t kill me
S: oh my god you’re a lifesaver
Y: hypothetically?
S: super not hypothetically. very realistically actually
Y: okay fine. when is it?
S: next weekend
Y: you’re good at planning things
S: please?
Y: if i say yes too fast does it make me look like a loser for not having any plans already
S: if you say yes too fast it makes you look like an absolute saint for saving my ass
Y: would you look at that! i’m free
You close your eyes, excited for the upcoming weekend. But not too excited. That would be too obvious.
The airport is crowded and much too noisy for this early in the morning. Seungmin finds you easily, waving you down by the check-in counters. He’s taller than you remembered, cleaned up nicely, but definitely sleepy.
“Hi, stranger,” you say as you walk up to him. He greets you with a sleepy smile, and you notice how cute he looks bundled up in a hoodie and his tousled hair.
“Ready to lie to my whole family?” he says, laughing, like he can’t believe he’s about to do exactly that.
To be honest, you’re not sure. You hardly know this man, but if there’s a chance you continue seeing him, the last thing you want to do is put on a false persona or lie about your guys’ history.
By the time you settled into your seats, Seungmin insisted on getting the window seat, and you had a couple of hours to get your story straight.
“How long have we been dating?” you ask as the plane steadies after takeoff.
“Sorry?”
“In your hypothetical world that you told your family about. How long have we been together? Where did we meet? We need to get our story straight!”
“Ahh okay. So, we’ve been together four months.”
“Specific, believable, I like it. How did we meet?”
“The truth. Baseball game kiss cam. I literally couldn’t make it up if I tried,” he laughs.
“Okay, fair.”
You talk about his family and what to expect for the rest of the flight. Every family has its drama, quirky relatives, and secrets. The flight wasn’t long enough to cover everything, but you feel confident you know who to avoid and who’s safe to talk to.
The plane lands, and you find yourself hoping they like you. Hoping that after all this, Seungmin still likes you too.
The hotel is massive, spewing bright neutral colors and modern accents. You’re still marveling at the lobby, looking at the ginormous chandelier above you, when Seungmin waves a keycard in front of your face.
“C’mon, I want to shower before dinner.”
And the room is just as nice as the lobby. It’s large, with a balcony facing the ocean attached. You’re high up enough where the noise from the street won’t bother you when you try to sleep, which you’re grateful for. The giant king bed sits in the center, surrounded by beautiful artwork.
Giant king bed.
One bed. Singular.
You set your stuff down, frowning at the arrangement. “It’s a little soon to share a bed, don’t you think?” You try to come off as playful, but your heart is beating faster at the thought of sleeping next to a man you hardly know.
“I know, I’m sorry. I should’ve mentioned that.” His apology is sincere, and you can tell this weekend is already stressing him out.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay, I’m just joking. I guess they wouldn’t really have believed us if you asked for separate rooms anyway, right?”
He relaxes his shoulders at your comment, nodding in agreement and putting down his stuff. He disappears into the bathroom, and you take the time to flop down onto the bed.
Everything’s going to be fine. People share beds all the time. Sana has slept in your bed more times than you can count after a night out, and you’re perfectly fine with her crowding your space or snoring in your ear.
You’re still thinking about a thousand different ways this weekend could go wrong when Seungmin comes out of the bathroom, showered and dressed.
“We have a couple of hours to kill. Wanna go for a walk?”
And so you slip your shoes back on and head back down to the lobby.
The fresh air feels nice and warm with a hint of sea salt. The two of you make your way down to the beach and start to walk along the shoreline. Seungmin kicks off his shoes and rolls up his pantlegs before heading closer to the water.
You follow suit, slipping off your sandals and skipping towards the water. You flick a bit of water up with your toes, and it lands on him.
“Hey!” he shouts, laughing, flicking it back at you. You squeal and run, holding your pants up to keep from dragging them through the water.
The wet sand sticks to your feet as you pretend to run, only getting a couple of yards away before two arms wrap around you to stop you in your tracks. Your shrieks turn into laughter as you twist in his grip, trying to get away. Your feet kick in the air as he lifts you a couple of inches off the ground.
“Put me down!” you cry out. He carries you a couple of steps before putting you down. You playfully push him, both of you still laughing. You notice the wrinkles around his eyes as he smiles, and your heart swells with joy. Just joking around like this just feels so comfortable with him.
The two of you keep walking down the beach, commenting on the beautiful view or the temperature of the water.
“Thank you for coming,” he says after a while. “I know it’s weird and we barely know each other and—”
“Seungmin.”
“Uh…yeah?”
“Hush. I’m having fun.”
He nods, shoving his hands in his pockets and keeps walking, and you watch his worried face disappear into a smile.
The sun starts to set before he suggests you head back to change into clothes for dinner. You agree, and he loosely wraps his arm around you as you walk back to the hotel.
The rehearsal dinner is held in a banquet room just off the hotel’s main lobby. The room is draped in white fabric and well lit, the kind of setup that would cost at least three or four times your rent. You hardly have any time to admire it before you’re shuffled through conversations, meeting Seungmin’s relatives.
“This is my girlfriend,” he says about a dozen times before you have to remind yourself that that’s not actually true. You feel your heart flutter every time a relative comments on how cute the two of you are, though.
His aunt whispers something in his ear that makes his ears go red. His uncle tries to get the two of you to take shots with him before Seungmin eventually whisks you away from the conversation.
There are a few toasts, most of which drone on forever, with Seungmin fidgeting in his seat. You want to ask if he’s okay, but you have a feeling that he isn’t up to talking about whatever family-related issues are causing his stress.
“Almost done, I promise,” he says low in your ear as he guides you to what you’re hoping is the last group of people.
There’s a woman in a long white dress, not quite a wedding dress, standing at the front of the room towards the podium, accompanied by a tall man in a suit. You’re guessing the bride and groom.
“Seungmin!” The bride says warmly. “I’m so glad you came!”
“Hi, Yuri. Congratulations.” His voice is flatter than you’ve ever heard it before.
“Cousin!” his cousin exclaims as he pats him on the back. Seungmin introduces him as Jiho, his mother’s sister’s son.
“You must be the girlfriend! I’ve heard about you,” Yuri says. She flicks her eyes up and down, as if she’s assessing you. You’ve gotten it from most of his family members, but she’s been the most obvious one to do it tonight. Probably bride confidence, or one too many glasses of champagne.
“All good things, I hope,” you say, sipping on your glass of wine.
“We’ll let you get back to it,” Seungmin says quickly, leaving you almost no time to wish them a good evening before he guides you out of the room and to the elevators.
“Are you okay?” you ask. He’s noticeably stiffer, adjusting his clothes like they’re too uncomfortable now.
He makes eye contact with you and seems to realize that he’s sending a million different distress signals. “I’m fine, sorry. It’s just family stuff.”
You nod your head in understanding, not wanting to push it further. The elevator dings and you step into it, feeling the warmth of his hand on the small of your back.
“Do you think they suspected anything?” you ask as he unlocks the door to your room, trying to be lighthearted.
“Never, you did perfect,” he says, with a genuine smile you haven’t seen since earlier on the beach.
You sit on the bed, letting Seungmin use the bathroom to shower and change into pajamas first. This is possibly the strangest first date you’ve ever been on, if you can even call it that. You text your friends back, updating them on the day, and lock your phone before they can barrage you with questions you don’t feel like answering.
“All yours,” he says, stepping out of the steamy bathroom. He’s drying his damp hair with a towel, fully in his pjs, but he looks so handsome like this. You stop yourself from staring too hard before you take your turn getting unready from the day.
By the time you come out of the bathroom, Seungmin’s not in the room. You notice the balcony door is slightly open and see a figure standing outside, leaning against the rail. You slide the glass door open and join him outside.
“All good out here?” you ask.
“Yeah, just…thinking.”
“About?”
“I’m really glad you came with me.” He turns to look at you, sincerity written all over his face. He gently grabs your arm and pulls you in for a hug.
He smells so nice. You get a whiff of his shampoo mixed with his laundry detergent, but then catch something else underneath it all. It’s just Seungmin. A man you hardly know who has managed to weave his way through your every thought in just a few weeks.
You pull back a moment, offering a smile, and he tucks a damp strand of hair behind your ear. Your pulse quickens, the way it always does when he looks at you like that.
“Can I…?” he starts, tipping his head down slightly, and you know what he’s asking.
You answer by closing the gap yourself.
It’s soft, much softer than the first. There’s no crowd counting down, no friends drunkenly cheering you on–just you and Seungmin, under the moonlight in a quiet moment. He wraps one arm around you to pull you tight against him, and you snake your hands around his neck to ground yourself. The ocean’s waves crash in the background faintly, and you feel the nerves from before fall away. It’s more comfortable than you were expecting, not that you were expecting anything.
When he finally pulls back, he keeps his forehead against yours. If he loosens his grip on you, you might fall over. You hope he doesn’t.
“Ready to lie to more people tomorrow?” he laughs sheepishly.
You laugh, kissing him again in response. If there’s something still unsaid between you, it can wait until tomorrow.
The morning is a bit of a blur. You get dressed and make your way over to the venue, a beautiful building that seems like it was made just for weddings. Seungmin is antsy the whole time, holding your hand through it all like letting go would mean certain death. The ceremony is beautiful, and you sit right beside him through it all. It’s been a lovely weekend being a plus one at a wedding for people you just met yesterday.
At the reception, you’re standing near the edge of the dance floor waiting for Seungmin to come back from the bar when Yuri comes over to you.
“Hi!” she says brightly.
“Congratulations again,” you say. “The ceremony was beautiful.”
“Thank you so much.” She glances around, maybe looking for someone. “It must be so weird for you to be here.”
“Yeah, maybe a little,” you shrug. “I don’t know many people, but Seungmin’s been the best at introducing me to everyone.”
She takes a sip of her champagne. “You’re brave for showing up to your boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend’s wedding. I don’t know if I’d be able to handle it.”
Her voice replays in your head. Your boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend's wedding.
Your head tilts sideways, and your heart sinks to the floor. Maybe you misunderstood her. “Sorry, what?”
Yuri’s face flickers with surprise. “Oh, I’m sorry. He must not have told you…”
Your heart feels like it’s going to fall out of your ass. You excuse yourself, setting your glass on the nearest surface and high-tailing it out of there. You pass the bar on the way and catch Seungmin’s surprised face when you don’t stop.
The elevator doors close, and you realize how fast your heart is beating. Who cares if the bride is his ex-girlfriend? You certainly don’t have room to be jealous, he isn’t actually yours to be jealous over. Still, it would have been nice to get a heads-up.
You throw your shoes off when you get into the room and head straight for the balcony. Your stomach starts brewing something nasty, and you feel like you might throw up if you don’t get your breathing under control soon. The breeze feels nice against your face, and the ocean serves as calming white noise as you take deep breaths.
The balcony door opens behind you, and you hear slow footsteps behind you. You don’t turn around.
“You could have told me,” you say, trying not to cry.
“I know,” Seungmin says as he approaches the railing next to you. “I’m sorry.”
“Why? Why are you even here?”
“I’m here for my cousin, and my mother would have thrown a fit if I didn’t come.” You scoff. “But still, I should have told you. I just didn’t know how.”
You stay silent for a moment. “I get why you didn’t.” The words surprise you as they come out of your mouth. But it’s the truth. You do get it. “It still would’ve been nice to know.”
“That’s fair. I really am sorry.”
You both fall quiet for a moment before you break the silence again. “She’s marrying your cousin?”
He laughs for a moment and nods his head. “Yeah. Like I said, family drama.”
“I’m really sorry, that’s a lot to handle.”
“It’s fine. It was years ago. We dated in college, they got together after we broke up. I’m pretty sure there was some overlap, but it doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Do you…,” you start to ask a question, but hesitate. You’re not afraid of the answer, per se. You’re afraid of the insecure girl bottled up deep inside, afraid that revealing her means showing your true feelings. Leaving everything out in the open, vulnerable.
“Do you still love her?”
“No.” He answers quickly and without hesitation. It eases the butterflies in your stomach, but now he knows. He knows that you’d been thinking about it, that you care.
You nod slowly, accepting his answer. He takes a step closer, grabbing a hold of your hand as it dangles by your side. The air on the balcony shifts as he takes a step closer, dragging his hand up your arm before resting it on your cheek.
“Let me show you.” It’s a request that you gladly accept with a nod as he leans in to kiss you. It’s gentle yet passionate, showing you he means what he says.
He walks you backwards back into the hotel room, sliding the glass door behind you as he guides you back into the room. The lamp lights are on, and your shawl and heels are kicked to the corner as you try not to trip on them. The fan humming does little to mask the noise of your heavy breathing between kisses.
Seungmin’s hands are everywhere. Cupping your face, sliding down your neck, gripping your waist, making good on his word. He kisses you deeper, tongue sliding against yours as he backs you further into the room.
He guides you down gently on the bed, and you can feel how hard he is through his dress pants. It makes the heat between your thighs grow, your mind suddenly filled with nothing but want. He snakes a hand behind you to unzip your dress and pull it down.
“You look so beautiful tonight,” he says, kissing down your body. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it before. I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
You’re left in your lace bra and panties, and his mouth comes down hot against your body as he leaves open-mouthed kisses all the way down. His hands cup your breasts, and you let out a moan when his thumbs brush against your nipples.
“Seungmin, please,” you breathe out as you pull him closer.
He unhooks your bra and drops it to the floor. His mouth closes around your nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue around it. You tug at his hair in response, basking in the feeling.
Your hands fight with his shirt buttons as he crawls back up your body to kiss you again. He takes off his dress shirt and peels off his undershirt, exposing his lean torso. He looks so hot all disheveled like this.
You reach for his pants next. “Off,” you demand. He sheds the rest of his clothes quickly, cock springing free. It’s hard and bright red, already glistening at the tip. You reach down between you to give him a couple of strokes, and he lets out a deep moan at your touch.
He hooks his fingers into your panties and rips them off next, grabbing at your thighs to spread them wide. You’re soaked, you can feel it. He stares in awe.
“So fucking perfect,” he mutters before situating himself between your thighs.
He places a kiss on your inner thigh before dipping between your folds, licking at your entrance. He works his way around your sopping cunt, and you feel the heat in your belly grow.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” you moan as he moves to pay attention to your clit.
He hums against you in response, sending shockwaves through your whole body. He finds a rhythm that makes your head spin and your muscles tighten as you head barreling towards your peak.
“I’m gonna—fuck, Seungmin!” You cry out, hips bucking and shaking against him as you come in his mouth. Your body is trembling, and he slowly works you through your orgasm.
You pull him back up once your body stops shaking and taste yourself on his lips. You kiss him sloppily, not bothering to stop for a breath. “Need you, right now.”
He positions himself at your entrance, pausing for a breath. “Ready?” he asks. You nod, feeling like you’re going to explode if he waits another second.
He pushes in slowly, keeping eye contact with you the entire time. You feel the stretch inch by inch, feeling so perfectly full as he bottoms out. He drops his forehead against yours when he’s fully buried inside you.
“I could stay here all fucking night,” he moans. “You feel so fucking good already.”
“Seungmin, please move.”
He starts with slow, steady thrusts that quickly turn rough and passionate. The bed creaks below you in time with his movements. You wrap his legs around him, making him hit deep inside. You let your nails rake at his back, and he lets out a deep moan.
As soon as he angles his hips and hits the sensitive spot inside you, you’re seeing stars. His movements quicken, and the room is filled with the slapping of skin against skin. You feel the heat come back, about to bubble over once again.
One of his hands slips between you, thumb making circles around your clit in time with his thrusts. You feel your body squeeze around him, cunt pulsing, and your vision whites out.
“Holy shit, Seungmin!” you cry out his name over and over as he fucks you through another orgasm.
He follows moments later, the feeling of you clenching around his cock throwing him into his own orgasm. His hips stutter as he buries himself deep inside you, choking out your name as he comes. He collapses over you, and both of you try to catch your breath.
After a minute, he rolls over next to you and pulls you close, tracing circles on your back. Your skin is slick with sweat, and you feel sticky, but it all feels so right.
“Please stay,” he whispers against your hair. “After this weekend. I want to take you out. Properly.”
You nuzzle your face deeper into the crook of his neck. The balcony door is still cracked open, letting in a gentle breeze that cools your warm skin.
“I’d like that,” you say, looking up to give him a gentle kiss.
It may have been a weird weekend, but you have no regrets. Not when it brought you here, on an island in the middle of the ocean, in the arms of a ridiculously dorky, handsome man.
a/n: thank you all so much for your support! sorry again if this feels rushed, i had so much fun writing it i've just been SO busy!!
Authors note: I know this is short I’m sorry! But enjoy the introduction to my newest series. I promise I won’t forget about this one!!
Warnings: nothing major yet, a little arguing
Introduction..
The Kenworthy’s, a delightful family. Lord and Lady Kenworthy were an exceptional couple, kind and compassionate towards one another. Many ladies of the ton were jealous at just how good of a man he was to his dear wife. They had 2 gorgeous children:
Their eldest, Jack Kenworthy who was ready to find a wife in order to take his place as Baron of the family once his father was ready to give it up. He had brown hair and dark blue eyes that made ladies swoon over him at every ball he attended.
Their youngest, Y/n Kenworthy. This season would be her first season out as a woman ready for marriage. She was beyond excited to find the man of her dreams and start a family she could care for.
10 years ago..
Jack had become close friends with the little boy who lived next door, Seo Changbin. He hated when people called him Seo, they would always tease him - so to Jack, his close friend, he was referred to as Changbin.
Whilst those two played with toy soldiers and all sorts of sporting equipment, you played with dolls and hosted tea parties with them.
One day, you were hosting a weekly afternoon tea for your teddies and dolls. You would pretend they all heard the latest gossip and act like a proper lady.
“Well, I heard that Lady Rose dunks her biscuits into her tea multiple times! How absurd-“
Your gossip session quickly was ruined as a ball came splattering down onto your tea set. CRACK!
Looking down, you see your plates and teapot had all smashed. Tears welled as you stood up and stared at the slightly older boy.
“What was that for!?” You shout, stamping your foot and placing a hand on your hip.
“Your stuff was in the way!” Changbin argued back, walking over with a huff to grab the ball. He didn’t even apologise. “Go play tea party inside..”
You glare at him, rushing over and kicking him right in the shin. “Never tell me what to do!”
“Ouch!!” He cried out, kneeling to rub his leg.
Ever since that day, you became sworn enemies..
Every dinner party he came to, it would end with the two of you bickering across the table, every board game would finish with an argument, and every moment you were near each other you would shoot deathly glares one after another.
He hated you, you hated him, there was no way you could possibly love one another..
Or so you thought.
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ᥬᩤ content: fluff, sweet skz, cuddling, a bit of jealousy on leeknows
! This is my opinion on straykids favorite way to cuddle their partner!
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Authors note: I've had the urge to write like crazy today lol
🐺 Bangchan ⊹ ࣪
Type: Face-to-face cuddling.
Whenever Chan comes home after one of those days, the kind that leaves him frustrated with everything but cuddling you somehow makes it all melt away.
He kicks off his shoes by the front door, shrugs off his jacket, and quietly makes his way to your shared bedroom before taking a shower. As he passes the bed, he notices you fast asleep... on his side.
A small smile tugs at his lips.
Normally he'd tease you about stealing his spot, but tonight he doesn't have the energy.
After his shower, he returns with damp hair and slips into bed beside you. The mattress dips beneath his weight, stirring you from your sleep. Your eyes slowly flutter open to find Chan lying on his back with his eyes closed, exhaustion written all over his face.
Without saying a word, you reach over and rest your hand against his chest.
He lets out a quiet sigh before opening his eyes and turning onto his side to face you. You gently brush a damp strand of hair away from his forehead.
Almost instinctively, he shuffles closer until his forehead rests against yours, one arm finding its way around your waist.
He doesn't need to talk about his day.
He just wants to hold you, feel your warmth, and let the comfort of being in your arms remind him that everything will be okay.
😺 Leeknow ⊹ ࣪
Type: Arm around your shoulders.
Lee Know loves cuddling in private, but when you're out together, his favourite way of showing affection is draping an arm around your shoulders. It's subtle, comfortable, and, in his opinion, the perfect way to keep you close.
This weekend, the two of you had escaped the city for a camping trip, hoping to enjoy a couple of peaceful days surrounded by nature.
Peaceful... until your neighbouring campsite arrived.
The group consisted of three people a guy around your age and another couple who seemed perfectly happy keeping to themselves. The couple spent most of the afternoon setting up their tent together and laughing between themselves.
Their friend, however, seemed to have taken a particular interest in you.
Every now and then he'd wander over with another excuse to chat.
"Need help setting up?"
"Nice weather today, isn't it?"
"Where are you guys from?"
You answered politely every time, completely oblivious to the fact that his conversations sounded a lot more like attempts to flirt.
Unfortunately for him...
Leeknow noticed.
Each time the guy appeared, Minho's eyes would flick over from whatever he was doing. He'd quietly watch the interaction before returning to his task, though not without rolling his eyes.
By the late afternoon, you'd started to notice he seemed quieter than usual.
"Babe?" you asked, nudging his arm. "What's the matter? You've been a little off all day."
He glanced at you before offering a small smile.
"It's nothing~"
You weren't convinced.
As the sun disappeared behind the trees, the temperature began to drop, and everyone started preparing for the evening.
Minho crouched beside your campsite, carefully building a fire.
Just as the first flames caught...
"Hey!" the neighbour called, wandering over with a grin.
"My friends are still messing around with ours. Mind if we hang out here for a bit?"
Before either of you could answer, he plopped himself down on the mat opposite you. A few moments later, his two friends, the couple joined him, apologising with an awkward smile before sitting together on the other side of the fire.
The conversation started innocently enough.
You chatted about camping, favourite hiking spots, and the best places to visit outside Seoul.
Every so often, though, the neighbour would direct another question only at you.
Minho had had enough.
Without a word, he shifted closer until your shoulders brushed.
Then, as naturally as breathing, he slipped his arm around your shoulders and gently pulled you into his side.
You instinctively leaned against him.
The neighbour's eyes flickered down to Minho's arm before looking back up.
"...Oh."
A tiny, almost smug smile appeared on Minho's face.
He wasn't trying to start an argument.
He was simply making one thing very clear.
You were his.
The rest of the evening passed with you tucked comfortably against his side, his thumb absentmindedly tracing small circles over your shoulder whenever the conversation drifted away.
And judging by the way the neighbour suddenly became much more interested in talking to his own friends and left pretty soon...
The message had been received.
🐰🐷 Changbin ⊹ ࣪
Type: laying on his arm
If there's one thing Changbin takes pride in (besides you), it's the fact that his arms make the perfect pillow.
After every gym session, he'll jokingly flex and say,
"See? Told you these muscles were useful."
Whenever the two of you settle down to watch a movie or climb into bed after a long day, he already knows exactly where you're going to end up.
Curled into his side with your head resting on his arm.
At first, you used to worry about making his arm go numb.
"Binnie, aren't you uncomfortable?"
He'd look at you like you'd just asked the most ridiculous question.
"Why would I spend hours in the gym if my girl can't use my arm as a pillow?"
You couldn't help but laugh.
Somehow, no matter how long the two of you stayed like that, he never complained.
Even when his arm inevitably fell asleep.
Instead, he'd quietly shift just enough to keep you comfortable without waking you.
The TV would still be playing in the background while you drifted off, your breathing evening out against him.
Changbin would glance down with the softest smile, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"...Sleep well, baby."
His arm might be numb.
His shoulder might be aching.
But as long as you were sleeping peacefully beside him...
He wouldn't move an inch.
🥟 Hyunjin ⊹ ࣪
Type: laying into him
Hyunjin has always believed that actions speak louder than words.
He isn't the type to constantly ask for cuddles.
Instead, he'll quietly open his arms, knowing you'll naturally find your way into them.
Whether you're sitting on the couch, the floor, or at the end of the bed, he'll sit behind you and let you lean back against his chest. One arm rests securely around your waist while the other absentmindedly plays with your fingers or traces lazy circles along your arm.
Sometimes the two of you don't even talk.
You'll be reading a book while he sketches in his notebook.
Watching a movie.
Scrolling on your phones.
Or simply enjoying the quiet.
Every now and then, he'll rest his chin on
your shoulder just to steal a glance at whatever has your attention.
"You look comfortable."
"I am."
"Good."
He'll smile to himself before pressing a soft kiss against your temple.
If you start to drift off, he'll gently tighten his arms around you, making sure you're fully supported before continuing whatever he was doing.
To Hyunjin, moments like these are his favourite.
No big gestures.
No words.
Just the quiet comfort of knowing you're safe in his arms, exactly where you belong.
🐿️ Han ⊹ ࣪
Type: as close as physically possible.
If Han could somehow merge into you while cuddling...
He absolutely would.
Whether you're lying in bed, sitting on the couch, or waiting for your food at a restaurant, he's always finding a way to be touching you.
An arm around your waist.
Your legs tangled together.
His hand intertwined with yours.
It doesn't matter how—as long as he's close.
His favourite thing, though, is burying his face into you.
Your neck.
Your shoulder.
The crook of your neck.
Your chest.
He'll nuzzle into whatever part of you is closest, letting out the happiest little sigh before mumbling,
"You're comfy..."
Sometimes you'll laugh because his hair tickles your skin.
"Jisung..."
"Mhm?"
"I can't breathe."
He'll pull back for approximately two seconds.
"...Sorry."
Then, before you even realise it, he's tucked himself right back against you again.
"You literally just apologised."
"I know..."
"...I missed you."
Even if you've only been apart for an hour.
He's constantly stealing forehead kisses, wrapping both arms around you, and pulling you impossibly closer whenever he gets the chance.
He's basically your own personal weighted blanket.
Except this one occasionally starts talking, laughs at his own jokes, and refuses to let go until you promise you'll stay for "just five more minutes."
Because if Han had it his way...
Every cuddle would end with the two of you practically glued together, his face hidden against your shoulder while he quietly drifted off to sleep, completely convinced there was no better place in the world to be.
🐥 Felix ⊹ ࣪
Type: his head in your lap
Felix's favourite place in the world isn't a beach, a studio, or even his own bed.
It's your lap.
No matter where the two of you are, if you're sitting down for longer than five minutes, he'll somehow end up lying across the couch with his head resting comfortably in your lap.
It's become such a normal occurrence that you don't even question it anymore.
Watching a movie?
Felix is already making himself comfortable.
Reading a book?
His head is in your lap before you've even finished the first page.
Scrolling on your phone?
He'll quietly wander over before gently laying his head down like a cat searching for the warmest spot in the house.
Almost immediately, your fingers find their way into his hair.
He absolutely melts.
His eyes flutter shut as you scratch lightly at his scalp, twirl strands of his hair around your fingers, or gently massage behind his ears.
"...Don't stop."
"I wasn't planning to."
A sleepy smile spreads across his face.
He'll happily stay there for hours if you'll let him, occasionally looking up at you just to admire you before reaching up to intertwine your fingers with his.
"You know..." he mumbles.
"Hm?"
"I think this is my favourite place."
You smile, pretending not to know what he means.
"Your lap."
His answer is so quick it makes you laugh.
"If I could stay here forever, I would."
🐶 Seungmin ⊹ ࣪
Type: legs intertwined
Seungmin isn't overly affectionate in obvious ways.
He doesn't always need to be wrapped around you or constantly holding your hand.
But if the two of you are sitting or lying down together...
Your legs are almost guaranteed to be tangled together.
It's something that happened so naturally neither of you even remember when it started.
You'll be watching a movie, reading, or scrolling through your phones, and before you know it, his leg has found yours beneath the blanket.
Sometimes it's just your feet brushing together.
Other times, your calves are hooked together so naturally that if one of you moves, the other follows without even thinking.
"You know..." you mumble one evening, glancing down at your intertwined legs.
"Hm?"
"I don't think we've sat separately in weeks."
Seungmin looks down for a second before a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
"...Really?"
"You've literally got me trapped."
"I do?"
He says it so innocently that you can't help but laugh.
Instead of apologising, he simply shifts a little closer, his leg pressing more comfortably against yours.
"Better?"
"You made it worse."
"Good."
His teasing grin gives him away immediately.
It's never something he thinks about.
His body just unconsciously seeks yours.
And on the rare occasions your legs aren't touching...
He'll quietly stretch one out until they are again, almost as if he's checking you're still there.
Not because he needs reassurance.
But because being connected to you even in the smallest way makes being together feel complete.
🦊 I.N ⊹ ࣪
Type: Spooning
Spooning is Jeongin's favourite way to cuddle.
Not because it's the cutest.
Not because it's the comfiest.
But because he loves knowing you're safe in his arms.
The moment the two of you climb into bed, he'll instinctively reach for you, gently wrapping an arm around your waist before pulling you against his chest.
It doesn't matter if you're watching a movie, talking about your day, or simply getting ready to fall asleep.
If you're together...
He's spooning you.
"You comfortable?" he asks quietly, adjusting the blanket around the two of you.
"Mhm."
"Too tight?"
You shake your head, smiling to yourself.
"Perfect."
Satisfied, he presses a soft kiss to the back of your head before resting his chin lightly against your hair.
His arms never stay still for long.
Sometimes he'll absentmindedly rub slow circles over your stomach.
Other times, he'll gently trace patterns against your arm or intertwine your fingers with his.
If you're having a rough day, he'll hold you a little closer without saying much at all.
He isn't always the best at finding the right words.
But somehow, the warmth of his embrace says everything he wants to.
And on the nights when you're the one who wakes up first...
You'll often find Jeongin still holding onto you exactly the same way he did when you both fell asleep.
As if, even in his dreams, the last thing he wants to do is let you go.
group || stray kids
pairing || hyunjin x afab!reader
rating || teen
word count II 1,768
content warnings || fluff, pregnancy, emotional hurt/comfort, baby fever
summary || His intense adoration, however, hides a crippling fear that he is not worthy of such profound happiness. In a vulnerable confession, he worries his inner darkness will ruin their perfect future.
The late afternoon sun slanted through the living room window, casting long, golden shadows across the floor. You were standing in the center of them, trying to assess the full effect in the full-length mirror propped against the wall. The simple, soft cotton dress you’d bought last month, which had once draped loosely over your frame, was now stretched taut over the distinct, rounded curve of your belly. It was undeniable now. There was no mistaking it for a bloat or a well-timed meal. This was the real, tangible, physical proof of the life growing inside you.
You ran a hand over the swell, a small, private smile touching your lips. It still felt like a secret, a miracle you and Hyunjin had been whispering about for weeks, a future you were carefully building together. But seeing it like this, so visibly, so… present, made it feel real in a way it hadn't before. You were no longer just you. You were a vessel, a home, a mother.
The sound of the front door clicking open was the only warning you had before his voice, laced with the exhaustion of a long day at the studio, drifted down the hallway. "Jagiya, I'm home. I brought takeout."
Your heart gave a little flutter of nervous anticipation. This was it. The moment. You had debated telling him over the phone, texting him a picture, but you wanted to see his face. You wanted to witness the exact second his world shifted.
"Living room!" you called back, your voice a little shakier than you intended.
You heard him set the bags down in the kitchen, the rustle of plastic, and then his footsteps were coming closer, slow and deliberate. He appeared in the doorway of the living room, his hair slightly messy from running his hands through it, a tired but fond smile already on his lips as he looked for you.
"Hey, you. Long day. I was thinking we could just—" He stopped.
The words died on his tongue, and his entire body went still. He was frozen in the doorway, one hand still resting on the frame, his eyes wide, locked on you. On the swell of your stomach.
For a long, drawn-out moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. The dust motes danced in the sunbeams, the refrigerator hummed from the kitchen, but all of it faded into a distant hum. There was only the space between you, and the profound, earth-shattering shift in his expression.
It wasn't shock, not exactly. It wasn't confusion. It was… awe. A raw, unfiltered, almost religious reverence. His gaze traveled from your face, down to the gentle curve, and back up again, as if he were trying to memorize every single detail. He looked at you as if you were a masterpiece, a divine creation he couldn't believe he was witnessing.
He took a hesitant step into the room, then another, his movements slow, deliberate. He stopped just before you, his eyes never leaving your middle. He didn't speak. He just looked.
Then, so carefully, as if you were made of spun glass and the slightest touch might shatter you, he reached out. His long, slender fingers, the same ones that danced across canvases and brought art to life, trembled slightly as they came to rest on your belly. The touch was feather-light, a question more than a statement. The warmth of his palm seeped through the thin fabric of your dress, and you placed your own hand over his, lacing your fingers together.
"Hi," you whispered, your eyes stinging with tears.
He finally dragged his gaze up to meet yours, and the emotion swimming in his dark irises was so overwhelming it nearly took your breath away. There was love, so deep and vast it felt like an ocean, but there was something else too. A vulnerability you rarely saw in him. A fear so profound it was humbling.
"Hi," he breathed back, his voice thick with unshed tears. He leaned in, resting his forehead gently against yours, his hand still s possessively, reverently, over your stomach. "Is this…? Are we…?"
"We are," you confirmed softly. "He or she is about the size of a lemon right now. But apparently, I'm showing a little earlier than most."
A shaky laugh escaped him, a puff of air against your skin. "A lemon," he murmured, his thumb stroking a slow circle over the fabric. "My god." He pulled back just enough to look down again, his expression one of pure, unadulterated wonder. "You're… you're glowing. And you're so… beautiful. I don't have words."
The days that followed were a blur of quiet intensity. Hyunjin became your shadow, your devoted guardian. He was no longer just your boyfriend; he was a man possessed by a new, all-consuming purpose. And that purpose was you, and the life you carried.
His sketchbook, once filled with abstract concepts and moody landscapes, was now exclusively dedicated to you. He would find you in the most mundane of moments—curled up on the sofa reading a book, stirring a pot of soup in the kitchen, simply standing by the window—and he would freeze. His eyes would glaze over, his artist's mind capturing the line of your body, the way the light hit your skin, the soft curve of your belly.
He would sit for hours, charcoal flying across the pages, not just creating images, but immortalizing moments. There were dozens of sketches of your profile, your hands resting on your stomach, the gentle slope of your back as you slept. He was obsessed, not in a suffocating way, but in the way of a man who had stumbled upon a truth so profound he had to document it, to prove to himself that it was real.
One evening, you found him in his studio, surrounded by a half-finished oil painting. It was you, standing in a shaft of golden light, just as you had been that first day. But in his version, you were ethereal, almost divine, your belly luminous, your expression serene. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.
He was staring at it, his brow furrowed, a deep sadness etched into his features that had nothing to do with the art itself.
"Jinnie?" you said softly, stepping into the room.
He jumped, turning to you with a guilty start. "Oh. Hey. I didn't hear you."
"You've been in here for a while," you said, moving to stand beside him, your gaze on the painting. "It's incredible, Hyunjin. It's… how you see me?"
"It's how you are," he corrected, his voice low. But the melancholy didn't leave his eyes. He turned away from the canvas, running a hand through his hair in a gesture of agitation. He walked over to the window, staring out into the darkening city.
"What's wrong?" you asked, following him. "You've been… quiet. Distant, even though you're right here."
He was silent for a long time, his shoulders tense. You could see the war waging inside him, the struggle to voice whatever was haunting him.
"I'm scared," he finally admitted, his voice barely a whisper.
"Scared of what? The baby? Being a father?" you asked gently, placing a hand on his arm.
"No. Not that," he shook his head, turning to face you. His eyes were glistening, filled with a deep, existential dread. "I'm scared of this. Of us. Of this happiness." He gestured vaguely between you, then at your stomach. "It feels too big. Too perfect. I look at you, and I see this… this miracle. This whole future we're building. And I just… I don't know if I deserve it."
Your heart ached for him. This was the core of his fear, the vulnerability he had been hiding behind his charcoal and paint. The artist who saw beauty in everything couldn't accept that he was worthy of it himself.
"What are you talking about?" you murmured, cupping his face in your hands. "Of course you deserve this."
"No," he insisted, his voice cracking. "I'm moody. I get lost in my own head. I'm selfish with my time, with my art. I'm not… I'm not some perfect, easy person to love. And this… this is so pure. So good. What if I mess it up? What if I'm not enough for you? Or for them?" His eyes flickered down to your stomach. "What if my darkness is too much for all this light?"
Tears finally spilled from your eyes, tracking down your cheeks. You pulled his face down, pressing your forehead against his, just as he had done that first day.
"Listen to me, Hwang Hyunjin," you said, your voice fierce with love. "You don't have to deserve happiness. Nobody does. It's not a prize you win for being good enough. It's a gift you accept. It's a home you build."
You pulled back, forcing him to look at you, to see the conviction in your eyes. "You're not dark. You're deep. You feel things more intensely than anyone I've ever met. That's why you're an incredible artist. That's why you love so completely. Yes, you get lost in your head, but you always find your way back to me. Your art isn't selfish; it's how you make sense of the world, and you share that beauty with everyone."
He was shaking, silent tears now streaming down his own face.
"This baby," you continued, placing his hand back on your belly, "is going to be so lucky to have you. They're going to have a father who teaches them to see the magic in the everyday, who shows them how to create beauty from their feelings, who loves them with the same fierce, awe-inspiring devotion you've shown me. You don't have to be perfect, Hyunjin. You just have to stay."
He let out a ragged sob, collapsing against you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He held you like you were his anchor in a storm, his lifeline. And in a way, you were. You were his proof that the light was real, and he was worthy of standing in it.
"I'll stay," he promised against your skin, his voice thick with emotion. "I'll always stay."
And as he held you there in the quiet of his studio, surrounded by his love for you made manifest on canvas, you knew he would. Because his happiness wasn't something he had to earn. It was something he had already created, with you. And now, there was a little lemon-sized soul who would get to call it home.
