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jingle me balls ŕ¨ŕ§
â^. .^ââ sleeping & cuddling habits
bro cannot sleep without cuddling you in some way. his arms, legs, or even just a hand have to be touching you.
will trap you under him like a blanket. if you try to escape? good luck. heâll whine dramatically, latch onto you tighter, and grumble,
⥠ânooo, baby, youâre my personal pillow. you canât leave me like this.â
heat generator. i bet he runs so warm that in the winter, itâs a blessing, but in the summer? you have to fight for your life to escape the furnace of his body.
loves spooning but insists on being the little spoon sometimes. youâll have to wrap your arms around his warm, muscular body while he nuzzles into your chest like the baby quokka he is.
⥠âmm, this is so nice⌠youâre stuck with me forever.â
â^. .^ââ mornings with him
if he wakes up before you (very rare), heâll lay there admiring you with the goofiest lovesick smile, occasionally poking your cheek or playing with your hair like,
⥠âwow, youâre so pretty even when youâre drooling.â
groggy, whiny, and clingy. waking up is not sungie's strong suit. if you try to get out of bed, heâll immediately grab your wrist and drag you back down while groaning,
⥠âwhy would you betray me like this?â
pillow thief. if you somehow escape his grip, he will steal your pillow and hug it like itâs you. but the moment you come back? he shoves the pillow away and clings to you instead.
does not open his eyes for at least 10 minutes after waking up. he just makes random noises in protest against life.
his voice.... deeper than felix's omg. (we all watched that one very recent skz-talker-go, minsung date, right?)
deep. husky. sleepy. a little raspy but somehow still so cute. the first thing out of his mouth is either a dramatic,
⥠âgood morning, baby love,â
..or a sleepy, muffled,
⥠âmmmrrmfh⌠food.â
drools a little. and sometimes, you have to wipe it off his cheek, which makes him giggle all embarrassed.
the moment heâs a liiittle more awake, he will start belting. about anything. we all know that.
you getting out of bed? he belts dramatically,
⥠âshe's leeeaaving meee~ she's breaking my heaaart~â
it is insanely attractive how he hums lowly against your skin, making you shiver. and he knows it, smirking before mumbling,
⥠âoh? you like that?â
if you ignore him, heâll start freestyling about how unloved he is.
⥠âi gave her my love⌠my warmth⌠my cuddles⌠yet she leaves me here⌠in the cold⌠đâ
makes up weird, random morning songs. like,
⥠âgood morning, baby, itâs time to rise~ if you donât wake up, i will cry~â
if you tell him to shut up, he pouts, but 3 seconds later, heâs singing a fake breakup song about you ditching him for the bathroom.
breakfast = chaos. he insists on cooking for you, but half the time, he burns something. you always end up cooking together while he hugs you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.
if you feed him? his entire face lights up like heâs just fallen in love with you all over again.
⥠âmmm! this is why iâm marrying you.â
loves when you steal his oversized shirts in the morning, walking around with your fluffy hair and sleepy eyes, looking ridiculously cute. he melts on the spot.
⥠âomg⌠youâre the cutest thing iâve ever seen. come here. let me hug you. youâre mine forever.â
you brush your teeth together, and he makes it a competition on who can make the most dramatic toothpaste foam.
if you do your skincare, he demands you put some on him too.
⥠âi need to stay pretty for you.â
oh and sometimes when his facial hair is visible, you'd both spend an hour or two in the bathroom as he'd have you sat on the marble counter, helping him shave and make a big-ass foam beard.
"ji, let go, i need to pee."
⥠"hold it.""are you serious?"⥠"please, just five more minutes of cuddles, baby. then you can go. i promise."
"get up, lazy."
⥠"no.""no?"⥠"yes. because⌠i love you, and iâd rather stay in bed with you forever."
"thatâs sweet, but we have things to do."⥠"do those things involve cuddling your super cute boyfriend? no? then theyâre not important."
"why are you staring at me?"
⥠"because youâre beautiful.""i just woke up."
⥠"and?? youâre the prettiest woman in the world, even when youâre all messy and sleepy. itâs actually unfair how much i love you."
â^. .^ââ clingy scale?
1000/10. clings on to you 25/8 anyway.
so many kisses. but lazy onesâsoft, slow pecks as he holds your face in his warm hands.
if you complain about morning breath, he does not care. he will still kiss you all over,
⥠âmorning breath doesnât matter when itâs you! muah! muah! muah!â
forehead kisses!! cheek kisses!! nose kisses!! the cutest? when he peppers tiny butterfly kisses all over your face while giggling in between.
definitely nuzzles his nose against yours before giving you a soft, lingering kiss and whispering,
⥠âi love you even when iâm half-dead from sleepiness.â
â so, waking up next to this little cutie is a mix of chaos, and overwhelming affection. heâs the biggest cuddle baby, a dramatic singer, and so in love with you that every morning feels like waking up in a rom-com.
feelthelicks ŕ¨ŕ§
â^. .^ââ sleeping & cuddling habits
he's the type to definitely cradle and sing you to sleep. because who wouldn't wanna listen to him singing you 'only' by leehi to sleep.... i'd bawl.
lix is a cuddle baby and we know thatâthereâs no escape. he has a firm but gentle grip, and once heâs latched onto you, heâs not letting go anytime soon.
loves spooning but switches between big spoon and little spoon depending on his mood. sometimes, he wants to nuzzle into your hair and hold you close; other times, he wants to be held and tucked into your chest like the soft angel he is.
if you roll away, heâll instinctively pull you right back in, murmuring,
⥠"mmm⌠where do you think you're going, love?"
â^. .^ââ mornings with him
if he wakes up first, he just lies there, staring at your face with heart eyes until you wake up. he wonât move because he doesnât want to disturb you, but his hands are tracing random shapes on your back or arms.
morning kisses from him are sososo soft and loving. he peppers them all over your face, starting with your forehead, down to your cheeks, and then finally to your lips.
he smiles into kisses because heâs just so happy to be next to you. his heart lips are so plush and warm in the morning, and he lingers for a bit longer with each kiss.
if youâre feeling lazy, he pouts and nudges your face with his nose until you give in and kiss him back.
loves butterfly kisses, both giving and receiving. sometimes, he just gently nuzzles his nose against yours, waiting for you to react.
will randomly press his lips to your shoulder, collarbone, or the back of your hand because he canât go more than a few minutes without showing love. (currently crying as you read!)
bro's voice in the morning is unreal. itâs even deeper and raspier than usual, and the first thing he says every morning is probably:
⥠"morninâ, baby⌠did you sleep well? wanna get up?"
..followed by a long, sleepy yawn.
if you reply with a simple hum, he chuckles in that low voice and pulls you closer:
⥠"that doesn't sound like a yes⌠guess i gotta keep you in bed longer."
if you try to get up, heâs extra whiny, despite the fact that he was the one telling you to get up.
⥠"nooo, donât leave me. just five more minutes⌠or maybe twenty."
he is not in a rush to get out of bed. he loves the peacefulness of waking up next to you.
heâll trace your features with his fingertips, murmuring things like:
⥠"my baby's so beautiful even when she's sleeping, how'd i get so lucky?"
he gets really soft and sentimental in the mornings, whispering things like:
⥠"i donât think iâll ever get tired of waking up next to you."
if you fall back asleep, he watches you with a fond, dreamy look on his face before falling back asleep too.
⥠"baby, nooo. itâs illegal to wake up before snuggle time is over." you'd groan, trying to get up."we have things to do, lixie."⥠[dramatic sigh] "but what about me? what if i wither away without your love?"
⥠"youâre the first thing i wanna see every morning." he'd say, lying on his stomach and watching you."even with bedhead?"⥠"especially with bedhead! itâs cute."
when you steal the blanket..⥠"hey! you stole my warmth!""you're literally a walking sun. you donât need the blanket."⥠"then let me cuddle you, problem solved."
â^. .^ââ clingy scale?
10000/10. mans is super clingy in the mornings. youâre his personal heater, and he refuses to start his day without at least ten minutes of lazy cuddles.
wraps his legs around yours or drapes himself over you like a koala. if you try to move, he tightens his grip and mumbles something cute like,
⥠"shhh, just stay. i need to recharge."
sometimes, he buries his face in your neck and mumbles nonsense into your skin, his deep voice tickling you. if you laugh, he just grins and tightens his hold on you.
â overall, waking up next to this sunshine is pure happiness and comfort. heâs clingy, affectionate, and endlessly loving, making sure that the first thing you feel every morning is warmth and love. his deep voice, soft freckles, sleepy kisses, and tight cuddles make mornings with him the absolute best.
mongmong ŕ¨ŕ§
(mY MAN MY MAN MY MAN sorry you had to see ts)
â^. .^ââ sleeping & cuddling habits
my mans is the type to pretend he doesnât care about cuddling but always ends up wrapped around his lover by morning.
sleeps on his side, sometimes facing you, sometimes turned awayâbut his hand always finds yours under the blanket. (who else cried)
he moves a lot in his sleep, occasionally rolling onto you, trapping you under him like a puppy.
if heâs exhausted, he sleeps like a rock, but if you move too much, heâll grumble and tighten his grip on you.
he radiates warmth, so if you get cold at night, snuggling into his chest is the best solution.
he sleep-talks, mostly mumbling nonsense like ââŚdonât eat my banana milkâŚâ or random bits of unfinished songs.
if you try to untangle yourself from him, he instinctively pulls you back with an annoyed grunt.
he will 100% pretend he doesnât remember how cuddly he was when he wakes up!
â^. .^ââ mornings with him
#01 HIS morning kisses are lazy and teasingâlike a single peck on your nose followed by a smug smirk. (would recommend, 5star rating)
he likes to give fake dramatic kisses, pretending heâs in a k-drama just to make you groan.
if heâs feeling extra affectionate, heâll place tiny pecks along your jawline, whispering in his honey-dripped morning voice,
⥠âmorning, weirdo.â
when heâs still sleepy, his kisses are softer, lingering for a few seconds before he buries his face in your neck.
but if you kiss him first.... hmo heâll act like you just gave him the world, blinking at you dramatically before grinning,
⥠âyou must really like me, huh?â
bro's morning voice is sosoosos attractiveâdeep, husky, and slow, like honey melting over warm french toast or pancake.
if you mention it, though, heâll immediately switch to this one annoying and forced high pitched voice just to ruin the moment. but his voice is still soothing regardless.
he hums a lot in the morningâsometimes his own, mostly day6 songs because of course. and sometimes, straight-up nonsense just to annoy you.
occasionally wakes up speaking in fluent american english for no reason.
⥠âgood morning, my sunshine bread,â
seungmin pretends heâs not a morning cuddler, but the way he keeps pulling you closer says otherwise.
he pokes your cheeks while youâre still half-asleep, just to be annoying. (yeah right, pack it up loverboy!)
if you try to ignore him, he will blow air into your ear like a menace until you react.
loves stealing your blanket, but when you glare at him, he opens his arms and smirks.
⥠âfine. compensation fee. you can sleep in my arms.â
if you have an early schedule, he will not let you go unless you promise him an extra 10 minutes of cuddling.
will dramatically groan if you try to wake him up.
⥠âwhy do you hate me?â while pulling you back down.
âseung, wake up.â you'd say, trying to wake him up.⥠âi am awake.â groans, then continues lying motionless.
âthen open your eyes.â⥠âyou donât specify your conditions enough. rookie mistake.â peeks with one eye open.
âmorninggggggg,â
⥠âmmm.â
âsay it back.â you'd poke his cheek.
⥠âgood morning. now leave me alone.â
ânope.â you cuddle into him⥠he'd sigh but ultimately lets you âfine, but if you fall back asleep, iâm biting your arm.â
âdid you sleep well?â
⥠âyeah. you?â
âmhm.â you'd snuggle into his chest..... testing the waters.
⥠he'd go quiet for a moment before whispering, âgood.â
âhuh?â
⥠ânothing. just⌠stay here for a bit.â
âmmm⌠five more minutesâŚâ
âsure.â literally does not move for the next 30 minutes.
. . .
âwait. what time is it?â
⥠âdunno. but you looked cute sleeping, so i let you.â
â???â
⥠âyou should thank me.â
â^. .^ââ clingy scale?
4/10 when awake (according to him), 1000/10 when half-asleep.
heâs not the type to be openly clingyâbut you can tell by the way he subtly holds onto you that he loves it.
⥠âi donât like being clingy,â he says, while literally laying on top of you. okay boomer.
he denies being clingy, but when youâre gone, he suddenly has..
⥠âso many things to ask youâ just to make you come back.
if you tease him about missing you, he scoffs, but his ears turn pink.
â overall, waking up next to mongmong who pretends to be the grumpy boyfriend but is actually super cute, is pure chaos. he acts all nonchalant, but his little habits, teasing, and subconscious cuddles make it obvious that he loves having you close. heâs a menace, but heâs your menace.
jeongeater ŕ¨ŕ§
â^. .^ââ sleeping and cuddling habits
this kid moves a lot in his sleep, but itâs never chaoticâitâs the kind of movement where he just naturally chases your warmth throughout the night.
he always starts out sleeping on his back, arms neatly by his sides like heâs some noble prince, but at some point, he ends up facing you with his arm flopped over your waist.
heâs not a huge cuddler while sleeping, but he doesn't like when there's too much space between you two. if he notices it, even half-asleep, he'll grumble and pull you back.
has a thing for resting his chin on the top of your head while you sleep. it just feels right.
when heâs exhausted from practice, he clings. like, full-on octopus mode, an arm and leg trapping you so you can't move.
sleeps deeply but will wake up if you shuffle too much. if you accidentally wake him, he just grumbles something sassy and buries his face in your neck.
always smells freshâa mix of his shampoo and subtle vanilla cologne. he doesnât do it on purpose; he just always smells good.
rarely snores, but he sometimes breathes heavily when heâs super tired. if you tease him about it, he'll deny it aggressively.
dimples even when he sleepsâespecially if heâs dreaming about something cute.
if you have trouble sleeping, heâll lazily rub your back or murmur something in his milk voice to comfort you before dozing off again.
hates getting babied about his sleeping habits, but if you tuck him in or play with his hair before bed, he secretly melts inside.
â^. .^ââ mornings with him
he wakes up slow, blinking at you sleepily with a dazed expression before burying his face into the pillow again.
if you wake up before him and try to get out of bed, he grabs your wrist or tugs at your shirt to pull you back.
morning kisses are lazyâslow pecks on your cheek, the tip of your nose, or right on your lips before he mumbles a soft, âmorning.â
sometimes, when heâs still half-asleep, heâll kiss your collarbone or shoulder absentmindedly while stretching.
if you try to bombard him with kisses, heâll groan dramatically but will never actually stop youâheâll just complain about how youâre too much, even though he secretly loves it.
HIS VOICE. I'M IN LOVE YOUR HONOUR. the milky smooth voice but raspy. he sounds extra deep and sleepy in the mornings, and it takes a while for his usual tone to return.
his first words are often mumbled nonsenseâsome retort but barely coherent.
yawns mid-sentence when heâs talking to you, but then pretends he didnât just do that.
sometimes, if heâs feeling extra sweet, heâll whisper in your ear before fully waking up. usually something like..
⥠"i had a dream about you⌠but i won't tell you what it was."
likes to stretch dramatically in bed, making little groaning noises while flexing his arms (showing off his biceps on purpose).
when he turns around and sees you watching him, heâll smirk sleepily, like,
⥠"am i that pretty, baby?"
plays with your fingers while still lying down, tracing circles on your palm or absentmindedly intertwining them.
if heâs extra clingy, heâll nuzzle into your neck but act like heâs not doing anything.
will not get out of bed immediately. he just lays there, staring at the ceiling and grumbling about life.
if you try to tickle him awake, he will physically fight back.
you trying to get out of bed:"okay, i need to get up."⥠"you donât, actually." he'd grab your wrist without opening his eyes
"yes, i do."
⥠"no, i just checked the schedule. you belong here."
"part-time corny mf.."
him waking up first for once.. he's probably staring at you half-awake, poking your cheek.
"why are you like this?"⥠i like watching you sleep. you look dumb.""excuse me?"⥠"like, cute dumb. but still dumb."
when heâs extra sleepy:"you good, iyennie?"⥠(muffled against the pillow) "no, i am but a humble victim of sleep deprivation."
"baby, itâs 10 am."
⥠"irrelevant."
you teasing him about how muscular heâs gotten:"wow, your arms are getting huge. who are you trying to impress?"⥠(smirks, flexing sleepily) "you.""oh? say it again."⥠"âŚno." rolls over dramatically and pretends to sleep again
if you wake up before him and stare at him for too long:⥠"why do i feel like iâm being judged?" groggy, eyes still closed"iâm just admiring you."⥠"oh. okay, continue." says, peeking with one eye open.
if he has to get up first for work..
⥠"nope. not going." he'd say, laying back down dramatically"you have schedules."⥠"and? i also have a girlfriend whoâs very warm and huggable."
â^. .^ââ clingy scale?
8/10 in the mornings. too sleepy to fight you off, so heâs extra soft and tolerates all affection. but in the nights.. 10/10. when he's tired and in bed with you? clingy as hell.
when heâs still half-asleep, he literally wonât let you go. if you try to move, heâll tighten his grip around your waist or hook his leg over yours like a human seatbelt.
he buries his face in your neck or chest when heâs feeling extra clingy but acts like itâs just because heâs cold. (spoiler: heâs not. he just likes being close.)
pretends heâs not awake just so he can keep cuddling you. if you try to wake him up, heâll groan dramatically, mumble something incoherent, and pull you closer instead.
if you get up first, he will dramatically roll onto your pillow and bury his face in it. then later, heâll whine that your scent is fading.
if you sit up, heâll immediately latch onto your waist from behind. heâll press his forehead against your back and mutter, "few more minutes, baby." (itâs never just few minutes.)
â waking up next to iyen is all warmth, sass, and hidden clinginess. heâs sleepy, slow, and grumbles dramatically when you try to leave. his voice is extra raspy, and his morning kisses are lazy but sweet. he denies being clingy but always pulls you closer. tries to be all nonchalant, but secretly loves you the most.
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> hyung line was posted earlier!
Seungmin x reader. (fake) enemies to lovers. my interpretation of in my dreams by tearliner, love X stereo.
Seungmin has never liked you. You never understood why, but you were slowly coming to terms with it. However, you gradually come to learn that there is more to his feelings than what meets the eye.
skz song series
cw: reader has anxiety and deals with lots of self-doubt and insecurities.
a.n: the end of our skz song series!! and a pretty personal final fic, this one is based on my own experience with anxiety, so it might differ for everyone :) thank you for reading as always <3
You watch, a soft smile on your face as two little girls play with one another in the playground. It reminds you of simpler times, when you could just walk up to another human and become friends with them instantly.
But reality is much more challenging, especially for someone like you, constantly plagued by their anxious thoughts.
Anxiety didn't tiptoe into your life, one drop at a time so you'd get accustomed to its overwhelming presence. Instead, you woke up one day and it barged into you, through cracks and dents you didn't even know existed in your being, and then it made itself a permanent home within the confines of your heart.
You never truly learned how to live with this parasite feeding off your soul, draining you completely until you became a mere shell of who you once were. You never fully adjusted to the invisible hands choking you from within, to the voice nagging you in the back of your mind, telling you that something horrible was bound to happen.
Because nothing ever went wrong, day after day, nothing bad happened. And yet, the feeling of dread persisted and lingered until you started to believe that the problem was you.
And once you opened the door to self-doubt, you could never fully close it again.
You're too overwhelmed, too nervous, too much of everything bad. Your conversations are scrutinized, down to every syllable you uttered, to the way you smiled and how you laughed. The interactions might differ but the regret that haunts you after is the same.
So, you diluted your being, in an effort to be more acceptable, easier in the lives of the people around you. You believed that if you pleased everyone you ever encoutered then at the end you must satisfy yourself too.
You sigh softly, drumming your fingers along your knee. Youâre starting a new year in college tomorrow. Your first one wasn't exceptional by any means. Aileen, the girl who sat beside you from time to time was nice, and you grabbed coffee sometimes as you prepared for your exams together. But she had other friends, ones she's much closer to, ones she invited to her birthday party, ones who she didn't simply fill her free time with.
You shake your head, putting a stop to the thoughts in your head before they get too much once again, pushing you over an edge you don't want to be in right now.Â
You'll try harder this year. You'll be okay, for once.
Your professor Lee is scribbling something on the large whiteboard, as he waits for the class to fill up. Someone sits next to you, and the smell of their cologne wafts to your nose- hints of vanilla and wood seemingly calming down your nerves. You quickly take a glance at them, to find a guy with long brown hair and freckles dusting his cheeks. He's taking out his notepad from his bag, and you smile at the chick keychain he has on it. He catches you looking and you quickly avert your gaze, heat creeping up your cheeks.Â
"Hi, I'm Felix," he greets enthusiastically, and you turn your head slowly to be met with his wide grin. It softens his features, making his eyes turn into moon crescents. You envy his ability to smile without overthinking how he looks.Â
"Yn," you introduce back, and he nods, the grin still etched on his face. "You were in my Economics class last year, no?" he asks and you tilt your head to the side, as you mull over his question.
"I was but I don't remember seeing you," you admit sheepishly and he waves a hand in the air, not bothered the least by your words.Â
"It's okay, I just remembered your presentation on Inflation. I finally understood why we can't just print more money," he admits with a chuckle, and you giggle against your will.Â
"I don't blame you, it sounds like an easy solution," you agree, and his eyes widen.Â
"Right! when I tell my friends they just stare at me in disappointment."
You laugh at his adorable pout, an unfamiliar warmth stirring within your chest. He's nice.Â
"I'm glad I helped you then, I was so nervous presenting it," you clear your throat as he smiles impressively at you. "Really? I couldnât tell at all."Â
Mr. Lee calls for your attention and you both turn your heads back to the board. You couldnât really focus, Felixâs words echoing in your head like a broken mantra- he couldnât tell you were nervous. A sudden relief dawns on you at the possibility that, maybe, not everyone is aware of the neverending storm raging within you, threatening to drown you at any giving moment.
"Movie night at my dorm?" Felix proposes as he packs up his bag, your two hours long class finally done.
"Will Seungmin be there?" you ask, a slight edge to your voice and Felix pauses, shaking his head at you.
"Yn, you're overreacting. I promise he doesn't hate you."
"Have you ever seen him smiling at me?" you ask, arching your eyebrow expectantly at him. He stays silent and you wiggle your finger in the air. "Exactly! Please tell me he won't be there."
"About that... He's helping me bake the cookies," Felix smiles sheepishly and you groan, falling dramatically on your seat.
"Iâm not coming."
"But the cookies," Felix pouts, and the promise of the chewy baked goods is so enticing it makes you second-guess your decision.
"The cookies...," you whine, and Felix giggles grabbing your hand to pull you up.
"Iâll see you at 5?"
"Yes," you concede, a small smile on your lips. You wait until Felix bids you goodbye for it to finally slip from your face.
Seungmin has never liked you, from the moment Felix introduced you to him. You still remember it clear as day, the way his eyes slightly widened when they fell on you, before narrowing down. How he didn't utter a single word when Felix left you both alone to get your drinks. Your panic grew as an uncomfortable silence reigned on the both of you, and you racked your brain for something to say to cut through that eerie quiet. Â
"Seungmin, right?" you asked, a bit too cheerfully, and you winced inwardly at your tone. He didn't reply, only humming back. It was so faint you wouldn't have caught it had you not been staring at him intently.
"What's your major?" Your voice cracked.
"Computer science." He replied curtly, and you waited patiently, expecting him to return the question. He didn't. And you shifted awkwardly from one foot to another. Maybe he just didn't do well with strangers. Maybe he wasn't a chatty person, to complement Felix's extroverted nature.
But you were wrong. You watched in complete astonishment as he teased Felix relentlessly, a wide smile on his face. It made his eyes soften, a newfound fondness itching itself on his expressions. He laughed and he joked and you felt yourself shrink more and more, this way he wouldn't notice you anymore, wouldn't glare at you as if you did something horribly wrong to him.
Felix tried to include you as best as he could in their conversation, but you tuned it out. It was hard to focus on their talk when there was a tumultuous one ongoing in your mind. Seungmin's behavior just further cemented every horrible idea you held about yourself. There is something wrong about you, and he can see it. You may have fooled Felix but you didn't fool Seungmin. If you were him you wouldn't talk to you either.
Every encounter with Seungmin since then left you feeling fifteen years old again, in a classroom full of unkind eyes zeroed on you. You tried to talk about his interests, to string along a normal conversation, one that would reassure that your first encounter was a wrongful impression.
But he did not like talking to you, only offering short replies in response. Itâs as if his tongue was tied in your response, and in return it only magnified the knot in your stomach. You went through every conversation with him a million times in your head, trying to pinpoint what exactly went wrong. What warranted him to be so silent in your presence, and yours only, as if you werenât worthy of a simple conversation. And the answer always tied back to you.
So, youâve been avoiding him like the plague for the past month, sparing him the chore that is existing near you. It was particularly hard since Felix was his best friend and roommate, and surprisingly he actually enjoyed spending time with you. Still, you couldnât help but think that it was only a matter of time before Felix started to hate you too. Â
"You're moving too much," Seungmin chastises and you freeze in your place at his words. You are sitting on the couch of Felixâs dorm later on that day, a horror movie playing in the small TV before you. Felix decided to lay on the floor, buried in a pool of yellow blankets, and a long pillow that weirdly had the picture of one of their friends printed on it. "It's my safety net," he explained and you didn't question him any further.
For some reason, Seungmin decided to sit next to you, instead of the opposing couch. Granted, he can see the TV more clearly from here, still this is the first time he willingly went somewhere near you, let alone talked to you.
You decide to ignore him, too focused on predicting the next jump scare, your feet tapping the floor furiously. But still, it happens so abruptly, eliciting a startled gasp from you, anf you clutch the edge of the couch even tighter. Â
"Close your eyes," Seungmin speaks suddenly and you raise an eyebrow at him, confused.Â
"There is a jump scare coming soon," he clears his throat, "just... close your eyes if you don't want to see it."Â
You comply without much thought and soon enough, you can hear a shrill scream coming from the screen. He was right.Â
"It passed," he says softly, and you tentatively open your eyes once again. There is a foreign expression on Seungmin's face, one you haven't seen before, but it passes as quickly as it came, like a dream slipping between your fingers as soon as you wake up.Â
"How did you know?" you ask, hugging your knees tightly to your chest.Â
"I already watched this movie."
"Really? Why are you watching it again?"
"Because. I had nothing better to do," he says, almost defensively, his hand now covering his mouth as if he had to physically stop the words from spilling out.Â
You don't reply, turning back to look at the screen. Seungmin doesn't tell you when a jump scare is coming next, he simply taps your arm, and you close your eyes on cue.Â
His hand brushing against your bare skin feels weird, not uncomfortable by any means, but it still is a foreign sensation. You didn't know he had such soft hands, and you always imagined them to be cold. But they are warm, and you wonder what other things about Seungmin you've been wrong about.
"I'm so tired," Felix groans, laying his head on your shoulder and you giggle, patting his head in mock sympathy. It's been three months since the start of your year, which means that the assignments are starting to pile up on you all.
"Me too," you sigh, and Seungmin stays silent next to you. Felix dragged you both to this coffeeshop, a little outing to recharge his spirit, as he texted you. You're slowly getting used to Seungmin's brooding presence. He talks to you a little more, even cracking a few jokes here and there. But youâre still wary of him. You keep your guard up just in case he forcefully brings a mirror to your face once again, reminding you of everything you despise about yourself.
"I'll go order, it's my treat. Pick a place for us?" Felix says and you nod, walking ahead of Seungmin towards a table near the back.
You sit down first, and Seungmin follows second, sitting right across from you. You quickly bring out your phone, scrolling mindlessly through the apps to distract yourself from the man in front of you.
"You have a presentation tomorrow, right?" Seungmin speaks up, startling you, and you slowly put your phone down.
"Yes, how did you know?"
"Felix told me that it makes up 25% of your grade. Are you nervous?"
"A little," you admit, even though âa littleâ didn't even begin to cover it.
"Don't be. You'll do well," he says, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. You almost feel as if you've imagined it before it dissipates.
"Thank you," you nod, as Felix brings the tray down your table.
"Is this for me?" you ask tentatively, pointing to the strawberry milkshake, a sore thumb sticking out between the iced americano, and the hazelnut Frappuccino, Seungminâs and Felixâs respective go to orders.
"They got the order wrong. I got you an iced matcha," Felix pouts, double checking his receipt.
"It's okay," you smile slightly. There was nothing you despised more than having to change up your order.
"You don't want to drink this," Seungmin says, staring at you expectantly and you wave your hand in the air dismissively. "I don't mind."
Seungmin stands up, grabbing the drink from your hand before taking the receipt from the table. He goes to the counter and you watch in astonishment as he comes back, a green drink in hand this time.
"Here," he hands you your cup, before grabbing his own and sipping from it. Your drink is cold, but the warm tingles spreading through your being at his sweet gesture outweigh any other feeling.
You memorized your presentation; you rehearsed it so much you could probably recite it with your eyes closed. Yet, the nerves still found a way to weave themselves inside you. Your hands were shaking, so much you couldn't even stare at the notes you prepared. Your palms were sweaty, blood rushing rapidly to your ears, tuning out your voice as you spoke.
You canât even recall what you said exactly, itâs as if your body had a mind of its own, your mouth moving itself without you commanding it. You arenât sure how it was, but someone smiled at you reassuringly from the first row, and the professor clapped, so you assume you did okay.
The class finally ends, your nerves slowly dissipating and leaving in their trail an excruciating exhaustion. You rub your eyes tiredly, as you slowly walk out of the door, before stopping in your tracks when you notice Seungmin leaning against the wall, hands buried in his varsity jacket.
His eyes are closed, a pair of earphones dangling across his chest. But then, as if he feels you looking at him, he opens his eyes, locking his gaze on you. You stay put in your place as he walks to you, his bag loosely hanging from his shoulder. He hooks his thumb underneath the strap, keeping it in place
"How was it?" he questions, and it takes you a few seconds to register what he was asking about. Your presentation. Was he waiting for you?
"I think I did well?" you reply, but it comes out more of a question to which he giggles softly.
"Are you asking me?" he teases and you roll your eyes playfully. "I did well," you repeat and he smiles, nodding a bit. "Iâm sure you did. Here." He opens his bag, taking out your favorite chocolate bar from it- it had bits of caramelized pistachio and almonds in it. Seungmin doesnât like it, he prefers plain milk chocolate, as Felix told you one day.
"Eat this, I ended up buying two by mistake, I still have an extra one at the dorm." You grab it from his hands, and he quickly leaves before you could properly thank him.
You always dread the days you'd wake up with a heavy weight crushing your chest.
You try to distract yourself, try to focus in class and take notes. You try to laugh at Felix's jokes and savor the brownies he just brought you. But you can't. It feels as if you're a cup filled to the brim, each passing second bringing you closer to when that fateful drop would finally make you overflow. And you could do nothing but watch yourself unravel.
Seungmin's eyes never leave you, and it only makes your anxiety spike. It feels as if he's peering inside your soul, witnessing how a cord ties itself around your throat, making it impossible for you to breathe. You can't speak anymore, every word you say threatening to make tears spill out of your eyes. You aren't sure you can make them stop if they ever start falling.
Nothing happened, nothing's happening, you try to remind yourself. But you are scratching your hand incessantly, and you feel an overwhelming need to flee. To run away, somewhere where only you would witness the display of your broken soul. So you sputter a meek excuse, and then you stand up and head to your dorm.
It's raining outside, and you don't have an umbrella. But you are grateful for it, since the rain mingles with your salty tears, shielding them from the curious eyes of the people passing by. You need to get home, you need to hide somewhere and you need to remember how to breathe-
"Yn," a hand grabs your forearm and you startle, instinctively taking two hurried steps back. It's Seungmin. He removed his blue hoodie and he's now placing it over both of your heads.
"What are you doing? You'll get sick," he sounds mad, and you can't take his disappointed tone anymore.
"I'm having a bad day and I don't need you to make it worse," you say, startling yourself with the raw emotion in your voice.
He physically recoils from your words, his arms faltering as he gazes at you, a wounded look in his eyes. "I make your days worse?" he asks quietly and his voice sounds so small, you can't help the regret that courses through you.
"Come on, Seungmin," you chuckle warily, "don't you hate me?"
"No?"
"Hate is a strong word, okay. You dislike me."
"I don't. Why would you think that?"
"Because you never wanted to talk to me, from the moment we met. And it wouldn't matter if you were this way with everyone, but it's only me. And you make me feel so small each time I'm around you," you ramble angrily, as Seungmin's eyes widen with each passing second.
"Yn, yn, I don't- I didn't know you felt this way, but I don't hate you. I truly don't, I promise you," he's panicking, voice growing higher with each word, and you feel a sudden embarrassment flood your being for lashing out at him.
You don't know what to say and he sighs, looking up at the cloudy sky before meeting your eyes once again.
"This is embarrassing, God, um..." he places his hoodie on top of your head before running a hand through his face. "I don't talk to you because you make me nervous."Â
"I do?"
"Yes. A lot," he chuckles, a pink hue tinting his cheeks. "I just... I find you very interesting, and funny, and I like watching you, not in a creepy way, my God what am I saying," he whines, hiding his face in his hands and you can't help the giggle that escapes your mouth.
"Don't laugh," he pouts and you nod, willing the smile to disappear from your face.Â
"I like watching you exist. Just laugh and smile and talk. You look very pretty doing it. I just don't know how to deal with it. That's on me."
This time the smile is effectively gone from your face. The weight of his confession distracting you from the turmoil of emotions that swirled within you.
"I'm sorry, for making you feel that way. I never meant to. For what it's worth, you make me feel like a small kid again, as if I'm having a crush for the first time."Â
A fresh wave of tears brims in your waterline, and Seungmin's eyes soften at the sight.
"Please don't cry," he says, gently wiping the rain droplets from your cheeks. "I don't hate you, I think I like you too much and that's the problem."Â
I'm sorry I misjudged you, until you wiped my tears off away
"Okay," you say quietly, your mind not yet registering what he said, too busy focusing on his hands on your face. You can't believe you've ever felt invisible because of Seungmin, when he's looking at you like you're the most precious being in the world.Â
"You had a bad day?" he asks, his knuckles brushing against your cheek tenderly, and you nod, silently.Â
"Would you like a hug?" he asks, and you nod again. A hug sounded nice.Â
He steps forward, wrapping his arms around you. His t-shirt is cold, clinging to his now wet skin. But a surprising warmth emanates from his chest, shielding you from the pouring rain- it travels from his body to yours, as if it's a familiar path, one it underwent a million times before. His hand finds your back, and he pats it gently, following a soothing rhythm, one you try to sync your breathing to. "You did well," he whispers, "you always do well," and his words feel like a patch of shade on a scorching day.
You exhale softly, tightening your arms around his waist. You think you can stay here, for a while. You could rest in Seungmin, now and tomorrow, and maybe for the following months. If he still likes you this much.Â
BonusÂ
"I'm ready," Seungmin says, his soft hair tickling your bare skin. He's laying on top of your stomach, black tie undone, a piece of crumpled paper in his hands. You can tell he's nervous, with the way he looks up at the ceiling, avoiding your gaze. You lean down, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of his head. He closes his eyes, his hold on the yellowed paper slightly faltering.
"I'm all ears," you whisper, and he smiles softly at you, before looking at his written vows- the ones you decided to read to each other after your wedding ceremony, just the two of you, in your personal bubble. It feels much more intimate this way, they are words meant for you only to hear, after all.
"My love," he starts, and he can already feel the tears welling up in his eyes. He blinks repeatedly, in a desperate attempt to keep them at bay. "If I'm reading this it means I finally married you, which is probably the best thing I've ever done in my life." You giggle and he can't help but smile at the sound of your laugh.
"I am writing these vows one year into our relationship, I haven't proposed yet, but I just know you're the one I want to marry. And I suppose I don't want to forget everything I want to say to you, when that day comes." His words make your breath hitch in your throat as realization dawns on you- he wrote this three years ago, and he kept it safe, till this day.
"I still remember when I saw you for the first time. I couldn't talk because you looked so pretty, and you were smiling at Felix and I felt an overwhelming need to be the one you were smiling at. I think you cast a spell on me because I couldn't even ask you about your major back, I couldn't believe how awestruck I was. But you already know this, don't you?" He looks up at you, pressing a quick kiss to your stomach and you smile widely. You still remember when Seungmin recounted the first time you met, from his perspective. Rosy cheeks and fumbling words as he explained how much he felt for you in that instant, and how little he could express it.
"But there are still things I haven't told you," he clears his throat. "Like how Felix told me what horror movie he was planning to watch with you, and I looked it up the night before, to memorize all the jump scares just in case you were afraid. And you were, and I'm glad I did. I don't even like horror movies, but it was worth watching it three times in a row, just for you."
"Also, how I had to run out of my class to yours, so I'd catch you after the end of your presentation. I bought that chocolate only for you. I kept a stack of fifteen bars hidden in my desk, just in case you were feeling down, and you ended up needing it. I kept asking Felix about everything you liked, and disliked, and he was probably sick of me at that time," he chuckles, as memories of begging his roommate for any bit of information about you flooded his mind.
"I don't know how far into the future it'll be when I'll finally read this to you. I don't know how I'll be, or where I'll be, but as long as you're with me then I must be okay. I used to overthink everything, plan every part of my life so it'd run smoothly. That is until you came into my life, so suddenly, and you flipped it upside down. I didn't care to plan my life anymore, all that mattered is that it revolved around you," he pauses, sucking in a deep breath.
"I knew I wanted to marry you when you took me stargazing. You talked about the stars and galaxies so excitedly. And then you brought up Saturn; how it was unique among the planets, adorned with thousands of ringlets. And I remember thinking that you're my saturn, you're the dazzling planet that everyone admires and I'm the ring spinning around you, the one you're keeping afloat. And as long as you're here, I have a purpose and I'm okay. So please..." his voice wavers, as silent tears slip out of his eyes.
"Don't leave me. I know we're married now, but still, don't leave me. I love you. I feel like I've loved you in different lifetimes, in different earths and timelines. Everything can come crashing down around us, but one thing that'll forever remain the same is my love for you. I was made to love you, after all. My eyes were made to look at you, and my hands to graze your cheeks. And my heart... My heart was made to beat for you. And I love you. I feel like I don't say it enough but I truly love you. As long as I'm breathing then I'm yours."
genre: fluff, light angst, slice of life,your lie in april au
word count: 4,014
note: a request by anonymous! I hope itâs okay, happy reading!
The stage was set with numerous people sitting still and you were just one of many. Everyone was ready, determined to put on the best musical performance they could for the forbearing crowd, their silent eyes watched, waiting for their ears to be graced with soothing melodies. The conductor was front and center and with a wave of his hand, he signaled the cello players to kick off the masterpiece. Seconds later you began to play, you and the several other violinists on the platform. You were nervous so you closed your eyes and concentrated on the notes in your head. Your playing was beautiful but it wasnât unique among the others who out-shined you each time you were on stage. It was like you were being drowned out every time you performed, unable to come up for air.
You were sinking in the music you played and even though it seemed as if you couldnât breathe, it was a lot better than being solo.
summary: youâre just trying to survive freshman year. youâd like to also survive kim wonpilâs smile in the meantime.
pairing: wonpil x reader
genre: fluff fluff fluff
notes: wonpil the witch? i think the fuck so
this was gonna be the start of a series for my entry for the myth challenge for october but that did not. happen oops
itâs freshman orientation
youâre terrified
your tour is led by this sweet girl, jimin, who likes to point out good snack places and things only a college kid would know college kids need
itâs as youâre walking past a row of little houses across the street from campus that she turns
âthatâs the day houseâ
you turn to the girl next to you hoping she has some idea what jimin is talking about, but she just shrugs
jimin continues: âitâs a group of five guys who live together. they have a little shop and they can help you outâthey call it witchcraft, which is like, whatever, but it does workâ
witchcraft? all you can think about is the witches in macbeth or something, women in pointy hats brewing something weird in a cauldron. boys have never factored into your definition of witchcraft
note: this fic is inspired by an animated film that put me deep into feels and iâm still not over it, warnings: mentions of bullyingÂ
You were a horrible child.
Growing up you might have been the rudest and rowdiest out of your bunch of friends and yet you were the most popular among them. Everyone followed your lead deeming you queen of the playground on multiple occasions, your words at the tender age of ten becoming law. There was nothing you couldnât do, stealing snacks and knocking over castles created from sand in your elementary schoolâs sandbox, all of which made you laugh each time.
You couldnât get any worse, at least thatâs what your young mind thought until he came along. He was a boy who turned out to become your worst victim, shifting your life around the moment you laid eyes on him. He was shorter than most of the boys in class and barely stood an inch over you. His name was Wonpil, a transfer student from a few towns over, who smiled brightly the first time he set foot in your small classroom. Everyone ogled him ready to hear his first words, but he just wouldnât speak.
[TRANS] BTS Japan Official Fanclub Magazine - Sugaâs Biography
A mischievous kid growing up into a boy who enjoys readingÂ
I was born in Daegu in the South, the third biggest city of Korean, and grew up there until I came up to Seoul. When I was young, I was pretty much an ordinary kid. I loved playing around so my kindergarten teacher didnât seem to like me. (laughs) I remember being scolded âItâs dangerous!â a lot. I also loved sports and was good at running, to the point of being picked as a relay runner from elementary school all the way up to high school. When it comes to studying, Iâm slightly above average.Â
I used to love playing outside with friends back then, but I changed as I grew up. Even when we went outside, it wasnât like we did anything, we just gathered at the park. I wasnât fond of that so many times I just stayed at home on weekends. My mother told me to go outside and meet my friends sometimes. (laughs)Â
I had a thing for collecting, so I collected a lot of books when I was young. It was a time when I wanted to be a cultured man, wanted to pretend I know things too. Mature stuffs that didnât suit my age or novels, poetry books, essays, newspapers,⌠I read everything regardless of genre. I donât know why but up till middle school, I had the habit of reading books from the back page. I still read books sometimes now. My reading speed gets faster by reading multiple sentences at a time.Â
Memories of first love from elementary school⌠I really donât have any. Unlike Seoul, the provinces are conservative, and my school didnât have that kind of atmosphere in which boys and girls talk to each other. If I was with a girl, I would become really shy and wouldnât even say a word.Â
The encounter with hip hop
Started composing in middle schoolÂ
I started to be interested in music in 5th year of elementary school, while watching the performance of âStony Skunkâ, Korean artists, on TV. It was the prime of ballad back then so if 18 teams perform on a music program, 10 would sing ballads, 5 would be idols and the other 3 would be other genres. They were one of those 3 teams. It was so cool how they were different from other singers. Up until then, I didnât have any interest in music, but with Stony Skunk, I started listening to hip hop and reggae music, and was influenced by Epik High as well. MP3 player was starting to come out at that time, but I bought a Panasonic CD player and listened with that.Â
Along with listening to music, I also started writing music at the same time. It wasnât like someone told me to do it, I just had the thought of having to do so. I started writing rap lyrics in elementary school and started composing after I went to middle school. Back then, no one around me liked hiphop⌠It became extremely popular in Korea now but when I first started listening to it, hip hop was a genre once popular a long time ago. I think there probably wasnât anyone on the streets who raps, except for me. If I rap at the karaoke room, it would just become some kind of sound to my friends. You know the moving hand gestures that are hip hopâs specialty? I was picked on for that too.Â
Despite that, I still kept liking hip hop and in my 2nd year of middle school, I went on the stage for the first time at a festival. I performed Dynamic Duoâs âGo Backâ with a friend. I didnât like standing in front of people, but at that time, I only felt like I have to do it. I showed the rap that I practice too, although it wasnât anything great. (laughs)Â
 Actually in middle school, I wanted to go to an arts high school so I composed classical music. But the tuition was too expensive so I ended up just going to a regular high school. I told my father âI have done enough music now so Iâll study hard in high schoolâ and went to that school, but of course I didnât. (laughs)Â
Full-fledged activities as a rapper after joining a crew in townÂ
Middle school years was when I composed music to satisfy myself only, on a hobby level. It was after I changed the MIDI software that I started full-fledgedly making music. In 1st year of high school, I showed my song to a person that was like a mentor to me, and he liked it a lot. I was introduced to a hip hop crew called âD-townâ and joined. That song had the feeling of new-age music but had hip hop beats similar to Nujabes. For your information, the mentor that acknowledged me studied at Berklee College of Music and is currently working as a movie music director.
I think I started rapping properly after joining the crew. I have been rapping since elementary school, but since there wasnât anyone who raps around me, I thought I was the best. (laughs)Â
After that, I came to the Daegu underground scene, and from then, I also got to know that you canât make a living out of music in the underground scene. Most of the hyungs who made music with me that time was about 10 years older than me, there were also people over 30. They worked part-time jobs and made music at the same time, but it seemed very hard. Even when performing live, it was already a huge deal to have 100 audiences, and I hated that fact. I thought âIf I success, could I be the liaison of the underground scene?â. There are plenty of people who make good music in the underground scene, so I thought when I become famous, I want to create a better environment for them, I want to show their music to the world.Â
Just then, I knew Big Hit was holding an audition in Daegu. I came there knowing nothing but that it was a company formed by composer Bang Shihyuk, but I was told that I was accepted the next day. I heard it later that when he saw me, he immediately thought of letting me pass. Even though I wasnât good at rapping that time. (laughs)Â
Coming up to Seoul after becoming a trainee
Different from first thoughtâŚ!?Â
I came to Seoul on November 7th, 2010, when I was in 2nd year of high school. I still remember it now.Â
I joined to company not to rap, but to become a composer. So I thought I didnât need to dance, and let people who are good at rapping rap, I just needed to follow the producer path. But it became a totally different thing. (laughs) At that time, rather than idols, the company was planning to create a group consisting of rappers, but that changed. The members were Rap Monster, J-hope and me. There were also Supreme Boy, i11even-hyung who is now active in the underground scene and Iron-hyung who made it to the finals of Show Me The Money 3. I think if we debut like that, despite being good at rapping, we would fail. (laughs)Â
Rapper & producer
The future Suga thinks of as a goalÂ
My 4-year-older brother plays a very big role in letting me be able to walk on the music path like this. He started liking hip hop under my influence, but when I came to the audition, everyone in my family opposed it except for my brother. They didnât view music activities nicely, even my relatives told me âWhat music for you, go study.â So I only showed my songs to him. He was the first person I informed that I passed the audition too. Our relationship is so good that weâre like friends. I basically donât drink alcohol, but I drink it with him only.Â
My family all support me now, of course. Even the relatives that told me to study ask for my signatures. (laughs)Â
These days, I have thoughts about wanting to also be active as a producer. I have no greed of being in the center, I just want to make music. I donât have interest towards the entertainment world too, everyone says they want to act, or to go on variety shows, but I donât want to do those. (laughs) But still, the first thing is to make BTS get 1st place in Korea as well as Japan. And myself too, I want to be the best rapper, the best producer. I donât know if it would take time, but I have to try.
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