where are my slippers, seokmin? 🤨
the two arrived at seokmin’s apartment, a little rushed, laughing at the ridiculous things he was saying in an attempt to be seductive—and failing miserably. he kicked off his shoes haphazardly at the entrance, slipping on his favorite slippers that were so worn they were practically gray.
"i’ll grab some water, you know, to hydrate before we… talk," he said, winking in an exaggerated way. you chuckled but rolled your eyes, used to his overly dramatic ways.
seokmin headed to the kitchen, filling a glass and gulping it down as if it would somehow "prepare his body" for the long, steamy night ahead. but then, a piercing scream echoed from the apartment entrance:
he choked violently, clutching his chest as he hastily set the glass down. "what the—?" he stumbled out of the kitchen, freezing mid-step when he saw you marching toward him, arms crossed and stomping with a very determined gait. your expression was stormy, lips pressed into a pout that told him he was doomed.
"what’s wrong, babe?" he asked cautiously, already bracing for impact.
"where are my slippers, seokmin?" your voice was sharp, and there was a glint in your eye that suggested you already had a theory.
"slippers?" he glanced down at your feet, visibly confused. "but… aren’t you wearing slippers?"
"these?" you gestured dramatically at the plain black pair you were wearing. "these are your generic, basic, guest slippers, seokmin! i’m talking about my slippers—the white ones with the charms i customized to keep here! they’re supposed to be on the shelf by the door!"
"ah…" he blinked, trying to process the source of your anger. "but… they’re not there?"
"obviously not! do you think i’d be shouting your name like this if they were?" you snapped, exasperated.
"okay, okay… let’s check again," he offered, sighing as he led the way to the entrance. you followed close behind, arms still crossed, your footsteps echoing your frustration.
he crouched down to rummage through the shoe shelf, pulling out even the most ancient-looking slippers gathering dust in the corner. after a moment, he turned to you with a blank expression.
"see? they’re not here!" you declared, your voice laced with triumph as if proving a point.
seokmin scratched his head, clearly realizing he was in trouble. "uh… so where could they be?"
"that’s what i’d like to know, seokmin," you said, narrowing your eyes. "you hid them, didn’t you?"
"what?!" his eyes widened, and his voice cracked slightly. "why would i hide your slippers, y/n? that makes zero sense!"
"oh, doesn’t it?" you raised an eyebrow, giving him a pointed look. "maybe you don’t want any of your little visitors knowing you’re taken."
"wait, what?!" his jaw dropped, a mix of shock and disbelief washing over his face. "babe, do you even hear yourself right now?"
"i do! and i’m waiting for you to explain," you shot back, your tone daring him to deny it.
"why on earth would i hide your slippers to pretend i’m single?!" he planted his hands on his hips, trying to sound outraged, but it was obvious he was holding back a laugh.
"i don’t know! you tell me!" you stomped your foot, pouting even harder.
seokmin sighed dramatically, covering his face with both hands for a moment before peeking through his fingers, his lips twitching with suppressed laughter. he had to stay serious, but it was becoming almost impossible.
"babe, i swear i didn’t hide anything…"
"then why are you so nervous, huh?" you challenged, pointing an accusatory finger at him.
seokmin opened his mouth to answer but froze. the real reason—he was dying of laughter because he found your indignation adorable—would undoubtedly seal his fate. instead, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he clapped his hands together as if he’d just solved a great mystery.
"oh, really?" your tone dripped with sarcasm, your disbelief practically radiating off you.
"they’re in the laundry room!" his face lit up with excitement, as if he had just redeemed himself completely.
seokmin didn’t waste a second. before you could say anything, he grabbed your wrist gently and began leading you toward the laundry room. you followed him begrudgingly, dragging the dreaded guest slippers across the floor with exaggerated disdain. their very existence offended you, and you made sure the squeaking noise they produced was loud enough to emphasize your displeasure.
the moment you both entered the laundry room, seokmin let out a dramatic sigh of relief as his eyes landed on your cherished white slippers, resting peacefully on the counter next to the washing machine. he pointed at them with triumphant pride, as if he had just unearthed a long-lost treasure.
"there! see? i told you i didn’t hide them."
he turned back to you, his wide smile practically begging for forgiveness.
"i washed them and… forgot to bring them back to the entrance," he explained, gesturing as if it was the most harmless crime in the world.
"hm, okay," you replied, crossing your arms. you knew he was telling the truth, but you weren’t ready to let it go just yet. keeping up the act of being mad was part of the fun—especially since your sour mood had started much earlier, and he was fully aware of why.
ever since he refused to leave jeonghan’s gathering early, despite your clear hints and even direct requests, you had been sulking. all you wanted was some alone time with him, but seokmin, with his boundless social energy, seemed more focused on entertaining his friends. he knew you were craving his attention, and while it secretly amused him, he also knew he’d have to pay the price later.
seokmin burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking with the kind of pure joy that made it hard to stay mad at him.
"i can’t with you, y/n! you’re the most dramatic person i know!"
"what am i to you, seokmin?" you asked, your expression still attempting to look stern.
"my beautiful, sweet, amazing girlfriend…" he began listing your qualities theatrically, clearly trying to butter you up.
"then why am i wearing these?!" you pointed at the guest slippers with a mix of disdain and mockery. "guest slippers, seokmin! is that what i deserve?"
he laughed even harder, his voice echoing through the small room. you felt the corner of your mouth twitch, almost breaking into a smile. damn it—you loved his laugh.
still chuckling, seokmin grabbed your custom slippers and, with the flair of a seasoned actor, knelt in front of you. holding each of your ankles delicately, he swapped out the offending slippers for your rightful pair, all while looking up at you with exaggerated devotion.
"happy now, my troublemaking princess?"
"better," you replied with a small huff, spinning on your heel and walking out of the laundry room, leaving him behind with the basic guest slippers you loathed so much.
not one to be left behind, seokmin darted after you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. his hands settled comfortably at your sides as he planted playful kisses along your neck and the back of your head. his laughter vibrated against your skin, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.
"baby," he murmured between chuckles, "now that we’ve found your slippers… how about we get back to the original plan?"
"what plan?" you asked, pretending not to melt into his embrace, even though you clearly were.
"the one you mentioned earlier at jeonghan’s house…" he teased, gently steering you toward the bedroom.
"i should hit you with those cheap slippers," you muttered, but you didn’t resist his guidance.
"i’ll gladly take the punishment," he said, his voice brimming with humor as he closed the bedroom door behind you.
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