✧˚ · . my name’s laila, but I go by whatever makes your heart flutter.
i’m 15, she/her, and I run on peach tea and my summer playlist. i make a lot of latenight posts that feel like daydreams and talk to people like we are in a mental institution.
i love second lead heartbreaks, soft boy tropes, retro jpop aesthetics, and c/k/jdramas that ruin my sleep schedule. this blog is my ✿ personal archive of feelings i can't say out loud. sometimes i write, sometimes i disappear, always romanticizing.
✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ what to expect from me:
1. untagged chaos
2. nct dream brainrot at 2am
3. zero(baseone) chill when gyuvin breathes
4. a shrine to pretty boys who don’t know i exist
🧃 ₊˚⊹ Wanna check out my main? I'm flattered, here @gyubvlin
🧃 ₊˚⊹ Want my outside Asian culture writing blog? Here, @ziville
feel free to talk to me like we’ve been penpals for years.
The school festival was at its highest point. The main courtyard was a boiling place for students, food stalls, loud music and colorful lights that began to shine brightly as sunset fell.
You were in charge of the photography club, with the camera hanging around your neck and the memory full of photos of your classmates, but you lacked the main capture: the school band concert.
You made your way through the crowd towards the gym stage, looking for the best angle. It was backstage where you ran into him.
Ryo was leaning against one of the sound boxes, with the electric guitar hanging on his shoulder and an expression of total concentration while reviewing some notes in his notebook. He was wearing a denim jacket over his uniform and his hair perfectly combed for the presentation.
“If you keep looking at that paper so intensely, you're going to set it on fire” you joked, approaching carefully so as not to scare him.
Ryo looked up, and his serious expression immediately transformed into a warm smile and a little relieved to see you.
"Thank goodness you came!" he said, closing the notebook “There is a chord on the bridge of the last song that is driving me crazy. I feel that if I touch it wrong, I will ruin the whole atmosphere”
"Please, Ryo, you are the best guitarist this school has” you said, lifting the camera to adjust the lens “People are already shouting your name outside and you haven't even gone on stage”
"That's what makes me nervous" he confessed, scratching the back of his neck while his cheeks were dyed a light pink tone “But... that you are here to take the photos gives me a little more confidence. Make me look good, okay?”
A few minutes later, the gym lights went out completely and the shouting of the audience became deafening. You stood in the press area, right in front of the stage, with the camera ready.
When the spotlights lit up, they revealed the band. Ryo stepped forward, the shyness he had shown backstage disappeared completely the second his fingers touched the ropes. The sound of his guitar filled the place with incredible energy.
Through your camera's viewfinder, you focused completely on it. You captured the intensity of his gaze as he played, the way the sweat shone under the blue and purple lights, and the genuine smile he released every time the audience chanted the melody.
Towards the end of the last song, just during the guitar solo that worried him so much, Ryo walked to the edge of the stage, exactly where you were. While playing the perfect notes with absolute mastery, he looked directly at your lens and gave you a bright and complicit smile. The click of your camera immortalized that exact moment.
When the concert ended and the applause still echoed on the walls of the gym, the band came down from the stage exhausted but happy. You searched for Ryo among the sound system and found him drinking a bottle of water, trying to catch his breath.
"You were amazing! I told you, there was nothing to worry about” you said, approaching him with enthusiasm.
Ryo put down the bottle and looked at you with his eyes lit up by the adrenaline of the moment.
"Did the bridge go well? I really tried to concentrate there”
"It sat was perfect. In fact... look at this “ you told him, showing him the digital screen of the camera.
On the screen was the photo of the end: Ryo in the foreground, with the neon lights in the background creating a beautiful blurred effect, his guitar in action and that gaze fixed on the camera that overflowed with charisma.
Ryo stared at the image in silence for a few seconds, amazed. Then, he looked at you with a soft smile, one of those that he saved only for quiet moments.
"You're really good at this” he said softly, taking a step closer “Thank you for capturing that moment. I think it's the best photo I've ever taken”
"It's easy when the model does all the hard work" you replied, feeling a slight tingling in your stomach.
Ryo laughed, adjusting the guitar strap "Well, since my shift on stage is over, what do you think if we leave the camera aside for a while and go get something to eat at the festival? I invite”
The school festival was at its highest point. The main courtyard was a boiling place for students, food stalls, loud music and colorful lights that began to shine brightly as sunset fell.
You were in charge of the photography club, with the camera hanging around your neck and the memory full of photos of your classmates, but you lacked the main capture: the school band concert.
You made your way through the crowd towards the gym stage, looking for the best angle. It was backstage where you ran into him.
Ryo was leaning against one of the sound boxes, with the electric guitar hanging on his shoulder and an expression of total concentration while reviewing some notes in his notebook. He was wearing a denim jacket over his uniform and his hair perfectly combed for the presentation.
“If you keep looking at that paper so intensely, you're going to set it on fire” you joked, approaching carefully so as not to scare him.
Ryo looked up, and his serious expression immediately transformed into a warm smile and a little relieved to see you.
"Thank goodness you came!" he said, closing the notebook “There is a chord on the bridge of the last song that is driving me crazy. I feel that if I touch it wrong, I will ruin the whole atmosphere”
"Please, Ryo, you are the best guitarist this school has” you said, lifting the camera to adjust the lens “People are already shouting your name outside and you haven't even gone on stage”
"That's what makes me nervous" he confessed, scratching the back of his neck while his cheeks were dyed a light pink tone “But... that you are here to take the photos gives me a little more confidence. Make me look good, okay?”
A few minutes later, the gym lights went out completely and the shouting of the audience became deafening. You stood in the press area, right in front of the stage, with the camera ready.
When the spotlights lit up, they revealed the band. Ryo stepped forward, the shyness he had shown backstage disappeared completely the second his fingers touched the ropes. The sound of his guitar filled the place with incredible energy.
Through your camera's viewfinder, you focused completely on it. You captured the intensity of his gaze as he played, the way the sweat shone under the blue and purple lights, and the genuine smile he released every time the audience chanted the melody.
Towards the end of the last song, just during the guitar solo that worried him so much, Ryo walked to the edge of the stage, exactly where you were. While playing the perfect notes with absolute mastery, he looked directly at your lens and gave you a bright and complicit smile. The click of your camera immortalized that exact moment.
When the concert ended and the applause still echoed on the walls of the gym, the band came down from the stage exhausted but happy. You searched for Ryo among the sound system and found him drinking a bottle of water, trying to catch his breath.
"You were amazing! I told you, there was nothing to worry about” you said, approaching him with enthusiasm.
Ryo put down the bottle and looked at you with his eyes lit up by the adrenaline of the moment.
"Did the bridge go well? I really tried to concentrate there”
"It sat was perfect. In fact... look at this “ you told him, showing him the digital screen of the camera.
On the screen was the photo of the end: Ryo in the foreground, with the neon lights in the background creating a beautiful blurred effect, his guitar in action and that gaze fixed on the camera that overflowed with charisma.
Ryo stared at the image in silence for a few seconds, amazed. Then, he looked at you with a soft smile, one of those that he saved only for quiet moments.
"You're really good at this” he said softly, taking a step closer “Thank you for capturing that moment. I think it's the best photo I've ever taken”
"It's easy when the model does all the hard work" you replied, feeling a slight tingling in your stomach.
Ryo laughed, adjusting the guitar strap "Well, since my shift on stage is over, what do you think if we leave the camera aside for a while and go get something to eat at the festival? I invite”
The school festival was at its highest point. The main courtyard was a boiling place for students, food stalls, loud music and colorful lights that began to shine brightly as sunset fell.
You were in charge of the photography club, with the camera hanging around your neck and the memory full of photos of your classmates, but you lacked the main capture: the school band concert.
You made your way through the crowd towards the gym stage, looking for the best angle. It was backstage where you ran into him.
Ryo was leaning against one of the sound boxes, with the electric guitar hanging on his shoulder and an expression of total concentration while reviewing some notes in his notebook. He was wearing a denim jacket over his uniform and his hair perfectly combed for the presentation.
“If you keep looking at that paper so intensely, you're going to set it on fire” you joked, approaching carefully so as not to scare him.
Ryo looked up, and his serious expression immediately transformed into a warm smile and a little relieved to see you.
"Thank goodness you came!" he said, closing the notebook “There is a chord on the bridge of the last song that is driving me crazy. I feel that if I touch it wrong, I will ruin the whole atmosphere”
"Please, Ryo, you are the best guitarist this school has” you said, lifting the camera to adjust the lens “People are already shouting your name outside and you haven't even gone on stage”
"That's what makes me nervous" he confessed, scratching the back of his neck while his cheeks were dyed a light pink tone “But... that you are here to take the photos gives me a little more confidence. Make me look good, okay?”
A few minutes later, the gym lights went out completely and the shouting of the audience became deafening. You stood in the press area, right in front of the stage, with the camera ready.
When the spotlights lit up, they revealed the band. Ryo stepped forward, the shyness he had shown backstage disappeared completely the second his fingers touched the ropes. The sound of his guitar filled the place with incredible energy.
Through your camera's viewfinder, you focused completely on it. You captured the intensity of his gaze as he played, the way the sweat shone under the blue and purple lights, and the genuine smile he released every time the audience chanted the melody.
Towards the end of the last song, just during the guitar solo that worried him so much, Ryo walked to the edge of the stage, exactly where you were. While playing the perfect notes with absolute mastery, he looked directly at your lens and gave you a bright and complicit smile. The click of your camera immortalized that exact moment.
When the concert ended and the applause still echoed on the walls of the gym, the band came down from the stage exhausted but happy. You searched for Ryo among the sound system and found him drinking a bottle of water, trying to catch his breath.
"You were amazing! I told you, there was nothing to worry about” you said, approaching him with enthusiasm.
Ryo put down the bottle and looked at you with his eyes lit up by the adrenaline of the moment.
"Did the bridge go well? I really tried to concentrate there”
"It sat was perfect. In fact... look at this “ you told him, showing him the digital screen of the camera.
On the screen was the photo of the end: Ryo in the foreground, with the neon lights in the background creating a beautiful blurred effect, his guitar in action and that gaze fixed on the camera that overflowed with charisma.
Ryo stared at the image in silence for a few seconds, amazed. Then, he looked at you with a soft smile, one of those that he saved only for quiet moments.
"You're really good at this” he said softly, taking a step closer “Thank you for capturing that moment. I think it's the best photo I've ever taken”
"It's easy when the model does all the hard work" you replied, feeling a slight tingling in your stomach.
Ryo laughed, adjusting the guitar strap "Well, since my shift on stage is over, what do you think if we leave the camera aside for a while and go get something to eat at the festival? I invite”
The school festival was at its highest point. The main courtyard was a boiling place for students, food stalls, loud music and colorful lights that began to shine brightly as sunset fell.
You were in charge of the photography club, with the camera hanging around your neck and the memory full of photos of your classmates, but you lacked the main capture: the school band concert.
You made your way through the crowd towards the gym stage, looking for the best angle. It was backstage where you ran into him.
Ryo was leaning against one of the sound boxes, with the electric guitar hanging on his shoulder and an expression of total concentration while reviewing some notes in his notebook. He was wearing a denim jacket over his uniform and his hair perfectly combed for the presentation.
“If you keep looking at that paper so intensely, you're going to set it on fire” you joked, approaching carefully so as not to scare him.
Ryo looked up, and his serious expression immediately transformed into a warm smile and a little relieved to see you.
"Thank goodness you came!" he said, closing the notebook “There is a chord on the bridge of the last song that is driving me crazy. I feel that if I touch it wrong, I will ruin the whole atmosphere”
"Please, Ryo, you are the best guitarist this school has” you said, lifting the camera to adjust the lens “People are already shouting your name outside and you haven't even gone on stage”
"That's what makes me nervous" he confessed, scratching the back of his neck while his cheeks were dyed a light pink tone “But... that you are here to take the photos gives me a little more confidence. Make me look good, okay?”
A few minutes later, the gym lights went out completely and the shouting of the audience became deafening. You stood in the press area, right in front of the stage, with the camera ready.
When the spotlights lit up, they revealed the band. Ryo stepped forward, the shyness he had shown backstage disappeared completely the second his fingers touched the ropes. The sound of his guitar filled the place with incredible energy.
Through your camera's viewfinder, you focused completely on it. You captured the intensity of his gaze as he played, the way the sweat shone under the blue and purple lights, and the genuine smile he released every time the audience chanted the melody.
Towards the end of the last song, just during the guitar solo that worried him so much, Ryo walked to the edge of the stage, exactly where you were. While playing the perfect notes with absolute mastery, he looked directly at your lens and gave you a bright and complicit smile. The click of your camera immortalized that exact moment.
When the concert ended and the applause still echoed on the walls of the gym, the band came down from the stage exhausted but happy. You searched for Ryo among the sound system and found him drinking a bottle of water, trying to catch his breath.
"You were amazing! I told you, there was nothing to worry about” you said, approaching him with enthusiasm.
Ryo put down the bottle and looked at you with his eyes lit up by the adrenaline of the moment.
"Did the bridge go well? I really tried to concentrate there”
"It sat was perfect. In fact... look at this “ you told him, showing him the digital screen of the camera.
On the screen was the photo of the end: Ryo in the foreground, with the neon lights in the background creating a beautiful blurred effect, his guitar in action and that gaze fixed on the camera that overflowed with charisma.
Ryo stared at the image in silence for a few seconds, amazed. Then, he looked at you with a soft smile, one of those that he saved only for quiet moments.
"You're really good at this” he said softly, taking a step closer “Thank you for capturing that moment. I think it's the best photo I've ever taken”
"It's easy when the model does all the hard work" you replied, feeling a slight tingling in your stomach.
Ryo laughed, adjusting the guitar strap "Well, since my shift on stage is over, what do you think if we leave the camera aside for a while and go get something to eat at the festival? I invite”
The school festival was at its highest point. The main courtyard was a boiling place for students, food stalls, loud music and colorful lights that began to shine brightly as sunset fell.
You were in charge of the photography club, with the camera hanging around your neck and the memory full of photos of your classmates, but you lacked the main capture: the school band concert.
You made your way through the crowd towards the gym stage, looking for the best angle. It was backstage where you ran into him.
Ryo was leaning against one of the sound boxes, with the electric guitar hanging on his shoulder and an expression of total concentration while reviewing some notes in his notebook. He was wearing a denim jacket over his uniform and his hair perfectly combed for the presentation.
“If you keep looking at that paper so intensely, you're going to set it on fire” you joked, approaching carefully so as not to scare him.
Ryo looked up, and his serious expression immediately transformed into a warm smile and a little relieved to see you.
"Thank goodness you came!" he said, closing the notebook “There is a chord on the bridge of the last song that is driving me crazy. I feel that if I touch it wrong, I will ruin the whole atmosphere”
"Please, Ryo, you are the best guitarist this school has” you said, lifting the camera to adjust the lens “People are already shouting your name outside and you haven't even gone on stage”
"That's what makes me nervous" he confessed, scratching the back of his neck while his cheeks were dyed a light pink tone “But... that you are here to take the photos gives me a little more confidence. Make me look good, okay?”
A few minutes later, the gym lights went out completely and the shouting of the audience became deafening. You stood in the press area, right in front of the stage, with the camera ready.
When the spotlights lit up, they revealed the band. Ryo stepped forward, the shyness he had shown backstage disappeared completely the second his fingers touched the ropes. The sound of his guitar filled the place with incredible energy.
Through your camera's viewfinder, you focused completely on it. You captured the intensity of his gaze as he played, the way the sweat shone under the blue and purple lights, and the genuine smile he released every time the audience chanted the melody.
Towards the end of the last song, just during the guitar solo that worried him so much, Ryo walked to the edge of the stage, exactly where you were. While playing the perfect notes with absolute mastery, he looked directly at your lens and gave you a bright and complicit smile. The click of your camera immortalized that exact moment.
When the concert ended and the applause still echoed on the walls of the gym, the band came down from the stage exhausted but happy. You searched for Ryo among the sound system and found him drinking a bottle of water, trying to catch his breath.
"You were amazing! I told you, there was nothing to worry about” you said, approaching him with enthusiasm.
Ryo put down the bottle and looked at you with his eyes lit up by the adrenaline of the moment.
"Did the bridge go well? I really tried to concentrate there”
"It sat was perfect. In fact... look at this “ you told him, showing him the digital screen of the camera.
On the screen was the photo of the end: Ryo in the foreground, with the neon lights in the background creating a beautiful blurred effect, his guitar in action and that gaze fixed on the camera that overflowed with charisma.
Ryo stared at the image in silence for a few seconds, amazed. Then, he looked at you with a soft smile, one of those that he saved only for quiet moments.
"You're really good at this” he said softly, taking a step closer “Thank you for capturing that moment. I think it's the best photo I've ever taken”
"It's easy when the model does all the hard work" you replied, feeling a slight tingling in your stomach.
Ryo laughed, adjusting the guitar strap "Well, since my shift on stage is over, what do you think if we leave the camera aside for a while and go get something to eat at the festival? I invite”
The school festival was at its highest point. The main courtyard was a boiling place for students, food stalls, loud music and colorful lights that began to shine brightly as sunset fell.
You were in charge of the photography club, with the camera hanging around your neck and the memory full of photos of your classmates, but you lacked the main capture: the school band concert.
You made your way through the crowd towards the gym stage, looking for the best angle. It was backstage where you ran into him.
Ryo was leaning against one of the sound boxes, with the electric guitar hanging on his shoulder and an expression of total concentration while reviewing some notes in his notebook. He was wearing a denim jacket over his uniform and his hair perfectly combed for the presentation.
“If you keep looking at that paper so intensely, you're going to set it on fire” you joked, approaching carefully so as not to scare him.
Ryo looked up, and his serious expression immediately transformed into a warm smile and a little relieved to see you.
"Thank goodness you came!" he said, closing the notebook “There is a chord on the bridge of the last song that is driving me crazy. I feel that if I touch it wrong, I will ruin the whole atmosphere”
"Please, Ryo, you are the best guitarist this school has” you said, lifting the camera to adjust the lens “People are already shouting your name outside and you haven't even gone on stage”
"That's what makes me nervous" he confessed, scratching the back of his neck while his cheeks were dyed a light pink tone “But... that you are here to take the photos gives me a little more confidence. Make me look good, okay?”
A few minutes later, the gym lights went out completely and the shouting of the audience became deafening. You stood in the press area, right in front of the stage, with the camera ready.
When the spotlights lit up, they revealed the band. Ryo stepped forward, the shyness he had shown backstage disappeared completely the second his fingers touched the ropes. The sound of his guitar filled the place with incredible energy.
Through your camera's viewfinder, you focused completely on it. You captured the intensity of his gaze as he played, the way the sweat shone under the blue and purple lights, and the genuine smile he released every time the audience chanted the melody.
Towards the end of the last song, just during the guitar solo that worried him so much, Ryo walked to the edge of the stage, exactly where you were. While playing the perfect notes with absolute mastery, he looked directly at your lens and gave you a bright and complicit smile. The click of your camera immortalized that exact moment.
When the concert ended and the applause still echoed on the walls of the gym, the band came down from the stage exhausted but happy. You searched for Ryo among the sound system and found him drinking a bottle of water, trying to catch his breath.
"You were amazing! I told you, there was nothing to worry about” you said, approaching him with enthusiasm.
Ryo put down the bottle and looked at you with his eyes lit up by the adrenaline of the moment.
"Did the bridge go well? I really tried to concentrate there”
"It sat was perfect. In fact... look at this “ you told him, showing him the digital screen of the camera.
On the screen was the photo of the end: Ryo in the foreground, with the neon lights in the background creating a beautiful blurred effect, his guitar in action and that gaze fixed on the camera that overflowed with charisma.
Ryo stared at the image in silence for a few seconds, amazed. Then, he looked at you with a soft smile, one of those that he saved only for quiet moments.
"You're really good at this” he said softly, taking a step closer “Thank you for capturing that moment. I think it's the best photo I've ever taken”
"It's easy when the model does all the hard work" you replied, feeling a slight tingling in your stomach.
Ryo laughed, adjusting the guitar strap "Well, since my shift on stage is over, what do you think if we leave the camera aside for a while and go get something to eat at the festival? I invite”
The school festival was at its highest point. The main courtyard was a boiling place for students, food stalls, loud music and colorful lights that began to shine brightly as sunset fell.
You were in charge of the photography club, with the camera hanging around your neck and the memory full of photos of your classmates, but you lacked the main capture: the school band concert.
You made your way through the crowd towards the gym stage, looking for the best angle. It was backstage where you ran into him.
Ryo was leaning against one of the sound boxes, with the electric guitar hanging on his shoulder and an expression of total concentration while reviewing some notes in his notebook. He was wearing a denim jacket over his uniform and his hair perfectly combed for the presentation.
“If you keep looking at that paper so intensely, you're going to set it on fire” you joked, approaching carefully so as not to scare him.
Ryo looked up, and his serious expression immediately transformed into a warm smile and a little relieved to see you.
"Thank goodness you came!" he said, closing the notebook “There is a chord on the bridge of the last song that is driving me crazy. I feel that if I touch it wrong, I will ruin the whole atmosphere”
"Please, Ryo, you are the best guitarist this school has” you said, lifting the camera to adjust the lens “People are already shouting your name outside and you haven't even gone on stage”
"That's what makes me nervous" he confessed, scratching the back of his neck while his cheeks were dyed a light pink tone “But... that you are here to take the photos gives me a little more confidence. Make me look good, okay?”
A few minutes later, the gym lights went out completely and the shouting of the audience became deafening. You stood in the press area, right in front of the stage, with the camera ready.
When the spotlights lit up, they revealed the band. Ryo stepped forward, the shyness he had shown backstage disappeared completely the second his fingers touched the ropes. The sound of his guitar filled the place with incredible energy.
Through your camera's viewfinder, you focused completely on it. You captured the intensity of his gaze as he played, the way the sweat shone under the blue and purple lights, and the genuine smile he released every time the audience chanted the melody.
Towards the end of the last song, just during the guitar solo that worried him so much, Ryo walked to the edge of the stage, exactly where you were. While playing the perfect notes with absolute mastery, he looked directly at your lens and gave you a bright and complicit smile. The click of your camera immortalized that exact moment.
When the concert ended and the applause still echoed on the walls of the gym, the band came down from the stage exhausted but happy. You searched for Ryo among the sound system and found him drinking a bottle of water, trying to catch his breath.
"You were amazing! I told you, there was nothing to worry about” you said, approaching him with enthusiasm.
Ryo put down the bottle and looked at you with his eyes lit up by the adrenaline of the moment.
"Did the bridge go well? I really tried to concentrate there”
"It sat was perfect. In fact... look at this “ you told him, showing him the digital screen of the camera.
On the screen was the photo of the end: Ryo in the foreground, with the neon lights in the background creating a beautiful blurred effect, his guitar in action and that gaze fixed on the camera that overflowed with charisma.
Ryo stared at the image in silence for a few seconds, amazed. Then, he looked at you with a soft smile, one of those that he saved only for quiet moments.
"You're really good at this” he said softly, taking a step closer “Thank you for capturing that moment. I think it's the best photo I've ever taken”
"It's easy when the model does all the hard work" you replied, feeling a slight tingling in your stomach.
Ryo laughed, adjusting the guitar strap "Well, since my shift on stage is over, what do you think if we leave the camera aside for a while and go get something to eat at the festival? I invite”
𝓰enre; seungmin x fem!reader, exs to lovers, first love, post breakup, bittersweet, second chance, cute ⸝⸝ 𝔀ord count; 2.7k ⸝⸝ 𝔀arnings; club scene, mentions of alcohol, creeps, fear, kissing, getting back with your ex(don't do it), petname(love), lemme know if I missed anything! ⸝⸝ 𝓻ead time; 10:09
김승민 ~ 𖤝⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺.₊⋆˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🍸🎤˚˖𓍢ִ💙˚.
💫ᝰ.ᐟ ignore the crappy title, I just got lazy <//3
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★ synopsis —
meeting your ex for the first time since your breakup unprepared turns your night down a path you never expected.
— ꒰ > ⋆ < ꒱
You don't drink, you never do. Getting drunk in public settings was something you weren't too fond of. It's not that you never tasted alcohol ever in your life, you did. Hell you had your fair share of the stuff. You knew your limits, what your preference was, and all else that you needed to know to know your way around liquor.
If you were to have a drink out in public you'd keep it to a minimum of one single cocktail. Never heavy.
You just didn't need a drink to have a good time with your girls.
The EDM music blares through the speakers and out into the young night. You and your friends jump around to the beat, you seem to be the only coordinated one—your friends ranged from tipsy to straight out wasted but none of you seem to mind. The different states of you each is just what seemed to make your group gain the attention of others.
Saehee yells into the air the lyrics of the next song the second the beat drops. You five automatically join along with her silly antics, screaming along all while dramatizing your dance moves, moving left to right accordingly.
You don't even remember what prompted this outing, it had been in the calendar for weeks before Ruha dragged everyone out by threatening to steal everyone's shoe laces when they least expected. It had done the trick well, no one doubted that she would indeed steal their laces. Ruha was crazy like that.
“Why didn't we do this sooner?!” Miyeori has to shout to be heard over the music as she leans closer to you. It had been awhile since the whole gang was able to hangout like this, you shrug.
“No fucking clue but we definitely needed this!” You say equally as loud. You had known Miyeori the longest, she—you would say, is the person that knows you the best.
You bump Miyeori with your hip playfully. She does the same, giggling in the process.
The song shifts into something calmer than the previous one but it was still pretty hype. You stretch your arms, getting ready to join Saehee in her dancing shenanigans when Miyeori taps your shoulder rapidly to get your attention.
“What?”
“Isn't that your ex?” She asks you. You don't even look to see who she was talking about, giving her a weird face.
“Girl, he lives hours from here” You tilt your head slightly. You feel a surge of complicated feelings rush up your throat but you push them away.
Thanks to Miyeori, your two week streak of not thinking about your ex had been crushed. You and him had ended on shakey terms, you hated how your brain replayed the moment at terrible times. You had to end things. That you'd always told yourself firmly. Besides he most certainly had forgotten about you by now, you were so sure on that fact—you used it as a tool to gaslight yourself into not loving him anymore. Miyeori shrugs, bringing her attention back to your other friends.
Just to be sure though, you take a quick looksie. No one behind you see matched the profile of your ex to your relief. It shocks you a little to find yourself holding your breath, it had been 2 years for fucks sake.
You suck your teeth at yourself and shake your head returning to the present. Saehee is basic doing limbo with how low she's going, you go over and start cheering her on to go even lower.
⪩⪨
You fan yourself slightly, starting to feel the heat of your prior movements. You're still on the dance floor but near the edge cause you stopped dancing. You feel the burning sensation of eyes on you. You had felt them earlier but you for some reason couldn't find who they belong to. There was just something about the feeling... It was hard to ignore. You move away just in time before someone accidentally hits you with their arm as they danced more violently than Saehee.
You wanted to snap because of the intense feeling of eyes you couldn't shake off. You look around again however this time your eyes meet someone else's. Your heart nearly stops and your mouth almost parts wide. His eye contact does not waver. You're frozen in place.
It is Seungmin.
Your ex.
What the fuck is he doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be in Seoul? You weren't... You weren't supposed to see him again.
Seungmin on the other hand shows no emotions indicating your presence had effected him. Instead he holds your eyes steady, it's hard for you to break away. It's like he wanted you to know that he had been here—watching you ever since you had felt the stares. He just sits near the bar alone, swirling a drink slowly as if he were hypnotizing someone.
Fuck.
Fuck!
You begin to panic. He... He still looks the same. Maybe that's what makes your heart ache more than it should. He was still your Seungmin. You blink rapidly. No. He wasn't yours, you had ended things. You had ended things. So why did he get to be the only calm and collected one in this situation? You suck in a sharp inhale through your nose and smoothed your skirt down. You promptly turn away.
You weren't about to let him ruin your night out with your friends.
Speaking of your friends, where did they run off to? The dance floor had suddenly gotten packed from the time window of your eyes holding contact. You decide to just stay where you were instead of joining the many bodies while searching for your friends. It would be easier for them to spot you on the outskirts of the crowd.
You knew the song playing so you didn't feel awkward swaying and singing along by yourself.
As you wait for your friends to make their appearance, eyes surveying the area. You notice a different set of eyes on you. A trio of guys. You couldn't hear their conversation but it was clear they were talking about you. You make eye contact with one of them, the look in his eye made you regret even looking his way. Your eyes snap away, attempting to ignore whatever just happened all while hoping you had just imagined the strange feeling.
It hadn't been a minute since the interaction when he, the guy approaches you. Your eyes widen nervously. He smirks down at you, tilting his head just a bit. He's a little shakey, clearly on something.
“What's a pretty girl like you dancing alone?” He asks.
“Oh, I'm not alone,” you say quickly, barely loud enough to hear over the music.
“Sure looks like you're alone to me. Lucky for you I'm a great dance partner.” He reaches out but you quickly lengthen a gap between you both.
“No thank you.”
“Come on woman, don't be like that.” His smirk gets bigger, leaning into your space. He reaches out again. “I can—”
“I have a boyfriend.” You blurt out. His face instantly drops into a scowl.
“I don't see him.” His arms cross. That's when his two friends begin to approach, they did not look any more friendly than he did. In fact they looked scarier than the man trying to hit on you.
You feel the same burning sensation of eyes on you, it feels stronger. You turn and make eye contact with Seungmin. Instantly you walk over to him before the guy's friends could reach you. You walk to him with no hesitation, fear driving you.
When you reach him, you couldn't even look him in the eye. You tap his shoe with your heel lightly. Wordlessly he spreads his legs just enough for you to stand between them, you lean against him for good measure.
You both watch the guys glare in your direction before moving over to the far end of the club, taking a hint. Your body relaxes in relief before tensing up again with realization of what you had just done.
You fucked up big time. Big big time. You remove yourself from him.
“I—” The words fall silent on your lips.
You couldn't say anything.
So of course —
you run.
You run all the way to the girls restroom in a panic. Why the fuck had you done that? And why didn't he stop you?!
You pace up and down the bathroom, muttering curses under your breath. Any random woman who stumbled into the bathroom thought you were on something but didn't question it. You just wanted to die in one of the bathroom stalls. Tears of panic blur your vision.
You don't know how long you were in the restroom...
⪩⪨
You don't drink. You never do. And yet here you are downing your next shot of tequila, mascara all messed up, tippy toeing your limit of alcohol intake. Miyeori tried to stop you but you couldn't take the feeling plunged in your stomach. She tells you she had seen the interaction with you and your ex and she assured you everything would be fine.
You didn't think so.
He was your ex and you shouldn't have even put him through that. It was pathetic really, you had ended things for both your own goods and now for the first time seeing him since the break up you go running to him for protection. Who the fuck does that? You apparently.
You tug at your hair in frustration, feeling that sickly complicated feeling back in your stomach again. On top of that you feel a little dizzy, you didn't know if you wanted to cry or scream—maybe both.
“I'll have another one,” You tell the bartender who gives you a look. Miyeori is about to say something but her lips snap shut.
“No, she won't be having another.” A voice that was all too familiar even now says behind you firmly. Your heart rate drops and basically deadlines.
To hear his voice in person right now almost undid everything you tried to ignore for the past two years. Almost. You suddenly better your posture.
“No don't listen to him—” Your stool violent swivels to face him. Your heart plummets down to your stomach, eyes wide just like your friend's.
“No you listen to me, Y/N! That's enough. Now come with me, we have some talking to do.” His hand grabs ahold of your wrist, leaving no room for argument. Miyeori watches as you get dragged by Seungmin to the exit.
Outside in the fresh air, your head clears a little. Your heart races as if it were running for it's life. You are so sure he can feel your pulse from his tight grip on your wrist. He leads you to the side of the building and corners you against the wall.
“Seungmin...” You gasp lightly.
“So you're just going to not talk to me at all? Were you going to drink the night away, leave and forget about me again?” Your lips part at his tone.
“I... I didn't forget about you. Besides we broke up remember?” You answer weakly. He chuckles bitterly, it sounded hurt.
“Why?” He knew the answer to that question, you didn't stay quiet about that when the break up happened.
“You know why. I didn't want to get in between your dreams, Seungmin. You love singing. And you did it. You made it. ...You don't need me.” You try to smile as if your own words didn't hurt you — slicing at something you didn't know you still had.
“Fuck Y/N, that's bullshit. You don't get to pick and choose what I need and what I don't.” He says frustratedly.
“I thought you moved on...” You say quietly, looking away.
“How could I move on?” He asks, emotions rising in his throat.
“First loves are easy to forget. And I bet you're busy now.”
“You're not just some first love, Y/N! You were— You are my other half, my soulmate, my light in the darkness. Do you know how hard it was just to live on without you? I still love you—”
“No- no, you're lying to yourself.” You butt in quickly. This wasn't supposed to go this way, wasnt supposed to happen.
“If I didn't still love you, why would I have this?” He promptly pulls out a chain tucked under his unbuttoned shirt. Attached to the chain was the his matching promise ring...
“W-why did you bring that?” Seeing the matching ring to yours which was hidden inside your bedside table right now brought up some feeling in your stomach.
“I didn't just bring it, Y/N. I wear it everyday, all day, and during every performance too. I didn't just put it on like I knew you were going to be here.” He scoffs knowing that's what you were thinking.
“I don't know what to say.” You look down.
Silence falls between you. You and him breath in sync, too close for people who claim to be exes. Somewhere in the distance someone's car is going off, the sound of shoes clicking on the pavement, and a dog barks repeatedly but you didn't hear it—too engrossed in the situation that forms a bubble, traping you both inside filled with tension and unspoken feelings. Your breath holds for however long the silence lasts. His lip twitches.
“Just tell me you don't love me anymore and I'll leave you alone.” Seungmin's tone changes as he lifts your chin up gently.
“I...” The words die on your tongue. You couldn't lie even if you wanted to. You did still love him. Seeing him again made you realize you were just lying to yourself all this time, you never had gotten over him. You never had moved on.
He leans in closer.
“Y/N you're my first love and also my last... I just want you, I want to make you happy. If you tell me to go, I will.” His lips almost brush yours as he speaks barely above a whisper. You swallow.
“I can't... But I also don't want to be a burden,” you whisper.
“You're not a burden, never were,” Seungmin assures. His eyelashes almost fan his cheeks when he looks down to your lips. His eyes snap right back up to yours. “Fuck— Can I kiss you?”
“Yes.” You answer before you could stop yourself. His lips connect with yours delicately, as if you weren't real and could fade away anytime from the simplest touch.
Sparks ignite at the contact, you feel right at home in the kiss. Damn, you missed him. Soft, gently, while also possessive. It felt like Seungmin alright. You were right, he's still your Seungmin. He gently breaks off the kiss, giving you one final peck as if to seal everything before moving back to give you some space.. His fingers go up to the very lips that had collided with yours, his lips part slightly.
“Let me take you home.”
“I— Okay.” You agree with not much convincing. There wasn't no turning back, you had fallen for him again. You tuck away the fears deep into the back of your mind. You wanted to do things right. And you didn't want to lose him once again.
He begins walking to leave the alleyway when you grab his sleeve. Seungmin pauses, turning to you. His head tilts slightly.
“I'm sorry.” You blurt out. You had no idea why you grabbed onto him, however the apologize just felt... right. “Genuinely. I'm sorry for the pain I must have left you with... I was scared and...”
You trail off when he takes ahold of your hand and squeezes it gently.
“You don't have to say anymore. I know. I know why you did it.. and I understand. I'm just happy that you want to give us a second chance.”
He doesn't let go of your hand after that. In fact he holds your hand the whole time while saying goodbye to your friends(they were quite surprised by the sight, you promised them a long phone call...), during the Uber drive back home, and he still holds your hand while walking you to your front door.
He is rather reluctant to let your hand go to part ways. You put your key in the lock and push your door open gently. You pause.
“...Do you want to stay the night?” Your voice is a little shakey. You just didn't want the night to end just yet, not when you had gotten him back. His face breaks into a warm smile.
“Of course.” And he ruffles your hair playfully, a gesture you didn't know you missed until now. “Lead the way, love.”
𝓰enre; seungmin x fem!reader, exs to lovers, first love, post breakup, bittersweet, second chance, cute ⸝⸝ 𝔀ord count; 2.7k ⸝⸝ 𝔀arnings; club scene, mentions of alcohol, creeps, fear, kissing, getting back with your ex(don't do it), petname(love), lemme know if I missed anything! ⸝⸝ 𝓻ead time; 10:09
김승민 ~ 𖤝⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺.₊⋆˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🍸🎤˚˖𓍢ִ💙˚.
💫ᝰ.ᐟ ignore the crappy title, I just got lazy <//3
ততততততততততততততততততততততততত
★ synopsis —
meeting your ex for the first time since your breakup unprepared turns your night down a path you never expected.
— ꒰ > ⋆ < ꒱
You don't drink, you never do. Getting drunk in public settings was something you weren't too fond of. It's not that you never tasted alcohol ever in your life, you did. Hell you had your fair share of the stuff. You knew your limits, what your preference was, and all else that you needed to know to know your way around liquor.
If you were to have a drink out in public you'd keep it to a minimum of one single cocktail. Never heavy.
You just didn't need a drink to have a good time with your girls.
The EDM music blares through the speakers and out into the young night. You and your friends jump around to the beat, you seem to be the only coordinated one—your friends ranged from tipsy to straight out wasted but none of you seem to mind. The different states of you each is just what seemed to make your group gain the attention of others.
Saehee yells into the air the lyrics of the next song the second the beat drops. You five automatically join along with her silly antics, screaming along all while dramatizing your dance moves, moving left to right accordingly.
You don't even remember what prompted this outing, it had been in the calendar for weeks before Ruha dragged everyone out by threatening to steal everyone's shoe laces when they least expected. It had done the trick well, no one doubted that she would indeed steal their laces. Ruha was crazy like that.
“Why didn't we do this sooner?!” Miyeori has to shout to be heard over the music as she leans closer to you. It had been awhile since the whole gang was able to hangout like this, you shrug.
“No fucking clue but we definitely needed this!” You say equally as loud. You had known Miyeori the longest, she—you would say, is the person that knows you the best.
You bump Miyeori with your hip playfully. She does the same, giggling in the process.
The song shifts into something calmer than the previous one but it was still pretty hype. You stretch your arms, getting ready to join Saehee in her dancing shenanigans when Miyeori taps your shoulder rapidly to get your attention.
“What?”
“Isn't that your ex?” She asks you. You don't even look to see who she was talking about, giving her a weird face.
“Girl, he lives hours from here” You tilt your head slightly. You feel a surge of complicated feelings rush up your throat but you push them away.
Thanks to Miyeori, your two week streak of not thinking about your ex had been crushed. You and him had ended on shakey terms, you hated how your brain replayed the moment at terrible times. You had to end things. That you'd always told yourself firmly. Besides he most certainly had forgotten about you by now, you were so sure on that fact—you used it as a tool to gaslight yourself into not loving him anymore. Miyeori shrugs, bringing her attention back to your other friends.
Just to be sure though, you take a quick looksie. No one behind you see matched the profile of your ex to your relief. It shocks you a little to find yourself holding your breath, it had been 2 years for fucks sake.
You suck your teeth at yourself and shake your head returning to the present. Saehee is basic doing limbo with how low she's going, you go over and start cheering her on to go even lower.
⪩⪨
You fan yourself slightly, starting to feel the heat of your prior movements. You're still on the dance floor but near the edge cause you stopped dancing. You feel the burning sensation of eyes on you. You had felt them earlier but you for some reason couldn't find who they belong to. There was just something about the feeling... It was hard to ignore. You move away just in time before someone accidentally hits you with their arm as they danced more violently than Saehee.
You wanted to snap because of the intense feeling of eyes you couldn't shake off. You look around again however this time your eyes meet someone else's. Your heart nearly stops and your mouth almost parts wide. His eye contact does not waver. You're frozen in place.
It is Seungmin.
Your ex.
What the fuck is he doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be in Seoul? You weren't... You weren't supposed to see him again.
Seungmin on the other hand shows no emotions indicating your presence had effected him. Instead he holds your eyes steady, it's hard for you to break away. It's like he wanted you to know that he had been here—watching you ever since you had felt the stares. He just sits near the bar alone, swirling a drink slowly as if he were hypnotizing someone.
Fuck.
Fuck!
You begin to panic. He... He still looks the same. Maybe that's what makes your heart ache more than it should. He was still your Seungmin. You blink rapidly. No. He wasn't yours, you had ended things. You had ended things. So why did he get to be the only calm and collected one in this situation? You suck in a sharp inhale through your nose and smoothed your skirt down. You promptly turn away.
You weren't about to let him ruin your night out with your friends.
Speaking of your friends, where did they run off to? The dance floor had suddenly gotten packed from the time window of your eyes holding contact. You decide to just stay where you were instead of joining the many bodies while searching for your friends. It would be easier for them to spot you on the outskirts of the crowd.
You knew the song playing so you didn't feel awkward swaying and singing along by yourself.
As you wait for your friends to make their appearance, eyes surveying the area. You notice a different set of eyes on you. A trio of guys. You couldn't hear their conversation but it was clear they were talking about you. You make eye contact with one of them, the look in his eye made you regret even looking his way. Your eyes snap away, attempting to ignore whatever just happened all while hoping you had just imagined the strange feeling.
It hadn't been a minute since the interaction when he, the guy approaches you. Your eyes widen nervously. He smirks down at you, tilting his head just a bit. He's a little shakey, clearly on something.
“What's a pretty girl like you dancing alone?” He asks.
“Oh, I'm not alone,” you say quickly, barely loud enough to hear over the music.
“Sure looks like you're alone to me. Lucky for you I'm a great dance partner.” He reaches out but you quickly lengthen a gap between you both.
“No thank you.”
“Come on woman, don't be like that.” His smirk gets bigger, leaning into your space. He reaches out again. “I can—”
“I have a boyfriend.” You blurt out. His face instantly drops into a scowl.
“I don't see him.” His arms cross. That's when his two friends begin to approach, they did not look any more friendly than he did. In fact they looked scarier than the man trying to hit on you.
You feel the same burning sensation of eyes on you, it feels stronger. You turn and make eye contact with Seungmin. Instantly you walk over to him before the guy's friends could reach you. You walk to him with no hesitation, fear driving you.
When you reach him, you couldn't even look him in the eye. You tap his shoe with your heel lightly. Wordlessly he spreads his legs just enough for you to stand between them, you lean against him for good measure.
You both watch the guys glare in your direction before moving over to the far end of the club, taking a hint. Your body relaxes in relief before tensing up again with realization of what you had just done.
You fucked up big time. Big big time. You remove yourself from him.
“I—” The words fall silent on your lips.
You couldn't say anything.
So of course —
you run.
You run all the way to the girls restroom in a panic. Why the fuck had you done that? And why didn't he stop you?!
You pace up and down the bathroom, muttering curses under your breath. Any random woman who stumbled into the bathroom thought you were on something but didn't question it. You just wanted to die in one of the bathroom stalls. Tears of panic blur your vision.
You don't know how long you were in the restroom...
⪩⪨
You don't drink. You never do. And yet here you are downing your next shot of tequila, mascara all messed up, tippy toeing your limit of alcohol intake. Miyeori tried to stop you but you couldn't take the feeling plunged in your stomach. She tells you she had seen the interaction with you and your ex and she assured you everything would be fine.
You didn't think so.
He was your ex and you shouldn't have even put him through that. It was pathetic really, you had ended things for both your own goods and now for the first time seeing him since the break up you go running to him for protection. Who the fuck does that? You apparently.
You tug at your hair in frustration, feeling that sickly complicated feeling back in your stomach again. On top of that you feel a little dizzy, you didn't know if you wanted to cry or scream—maybe both.
“I'll have another one,” You tell the bartender who gives you a look. Miyeori is about to say something but her lips snap shut.
“No, she won't be having another.” A voice that was all too familiar even now says behind you firmly. Your heart rate drops and basically deadlines.
To hear his voice in person right now almost undid everything you tried to ignore for the past two years. Almost. You suddenly better your posture.
“No don't listen to him—” Your stool violent swivels to face him. Your heart plummets down to your stomach, eyes wide just like your friend's.
“No you listen to me, Y/N! That's enough. Now come with me, we have some talking to do.” His hand grabs ahold of your wrist, leaving no room for argument. Miyeori watches as you get dragged by Seungmin to the exit.
Outside in the fresh air, your head clears a little. Your heart races as if it were running for it's life. You are so sure he can feel your pulse from his tight grip on your wrist. He leads you to the side of the building and corners you against the wall.
“Seungmin...” You gasp lightly.
“So you're just going to not talk to me at all? Were you going to drink the night away, leave and forget about me again?” Your lips part at his tone.
“I... I didn't forget about you. Besides we broke up remember?” You answer weakly. He chuckles bitterly, it sounded hurt.
“Why?” He knew the answer to that question, you didn't stay quiet about that when the break up happened.
“You know why. I didn't want to get in between your dreams, Seungmin. You love singing. And you did it. You made it. ...You don't need me.” You try to smile as if your own words didn't hurt you — slicing at something you didn't know you still had.
“Fuck Y/N, that's bullshit. You don't get to pick and choose what I need and what I don't.” He says frustratedly.
“I thought you moved on...” You say quietly, looking away.
“How could I move on?” He asks, emotions rising in his throat.
“First loves are easy to forget. And I bet you're busy now.”
“You're not just some first love, Y/N! You were— You are my other half, my soulmate, my light in the darkness. Do you know how hard it was just to live on without you? I still love you—”
“No- no, you're lying to yourself.” You butt in quickly. This wasn't supposed to go this way, wasnt supposed to happen.
“If I didn't still love you, why would I have this?” He promptly pulls out a chain tucked under his unbuttoned shirt. Attached to the chain was the his matching promise ring...
“W-why did you bring that?” Seeing the matching ring to yours which was hidden inside your bedside table right now brought up some feeling in your stomach.
“I didn't just bring it, Y/N. I wear it everyday, all day, and during every performance too. I didn't just put it on like I knew you were going to be here.” He scoffs knowing that's what you were thinking.
“I don't know what to say.” You look down.
Silence falls between you. You and him breath in sync, too close for people who claim to be exes. Somewhere in the distance someone's car is going off, the sound of shoes clicking on the pavement, and a dog barks repeatedly but you didn't hear it—too engrossed in the situation that forms a bubble, traping you both inside filled with tension and unspoken feelings. Your breath holds for however long the silence lasts. His lip twitches.
“Just tell me you don't love me anymore and I'll leave you alone.” Seungmin's tone changes as he lifts your chin up gently.
“I...” The words die on your tongue. You couldn't lie even if you wanted to. You did still love him. Seeing him again made you realize you were just lying to yourself all this time, you never had gotten over him. You never had moved on.
He leans in closer.
“Y/N you're my first love and also my last... I just want you, I want to make you happy. If you tell me to go, I will.” His lips almost brush yours as he speaks barely above a whisper. You swallow.
“I can't... But I also don't want to be a burden,” you whisper.
“You're not a burden, never were,” Seungmin assures. His eyelashes almost fan his cheeks when he looks down to your lips. His eyes snap right back up to yours. “Fuck— Can I kiss you?”
“Yes.” You answer before you could stop yourself. His lips connect with yours delicately, as if you weren't real and could fade away anytime from the simplest touch.
Sparks ignite at the contact, you feel right at home in the kiss. Damn, you missed him. Soft, gently, while also possessive. It felt like Seungmin alright. You were right, he's still your Seungmin. He gently breaks off the kiss, giving you one final peck as if to seal everything before moving back to give you some space.. His fingers go up to the very lips that had collided with yours, his lips part slightly.
“Let me take you home.”
“I— Okay.” You agree with not much convincing. There wasn't no turning back, you had fallen for him again. You tuck away the fears deep into the back of your mind. You wanted to do things right. And you didn't want to lose him once again.
He begins walking to leave the alleyway when you grab his sleeve. Seungmin pauses, turning to you. His head tilts slightly.
“I'm sorry.” You blurt out. You had no idea why you grabbed onto him, however the apologize just felt... right. “Genuinely. I'm sorry for the pain I must have left you with... I was scared and...”
You trail off when he takes ahold of your hand and squeezes it gently.
“You don't have to say anymore. I know. I know why you did it.. and I understand. I'm just happy that you want to give us a second chance.”
He doesn't let go of your hand after that. In fact he holds your hand the whole time while saying goodbye to your friends(they were quite surprised by the sight, you promised them a long phone call...), during the Uber drive back home, and he still holds your hand while walking you to your front door.
He is rather reluctant to let your hand go to part ways. You put your key in the lock and push your door open gently. You pause.
“...Do you want to stay the night?” Your voice is a little shakey. You just didn't want the night to end just yet, not when you had gotten him back. His face breaks into a warm smile.
“Of course.” And he ruffles your hair playfully, a gesture you didn't know you missed until now. “Lead the way, love.”
𝓰enre; seungmin x fem!reader, exs to lovers, first love, post breakup, bittersweet, second chance, cute ⸝⸝ 𝔀ord count; 2.7k ⸝⸝ 𝔀arnings; club scene, mentions of alcohol, creeps, fear, kissing, getting back with your ex(don't do it), petname(love), lemme know if I missed anything! ⸝⸝ 𝓻ead time; 10:09
김승민 ~ 𖤝⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺.₊⋆˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🍸🎤˚˖𓍢ִ💙˚.
💫ᝰ.ᐟ ignore the crappy title, I just got lazy <//3
ততততততততততততততততততততততততত
★ synopsis —
meeting your ex for the first time since your breakup unprepared turns your night down a path you never expected.
— ꒰ > ⋆ < ꒱
You don't drink, you never do. Getting drunk in public settings was something you weren't too fond of. It's not that you never tasted alcohol ever in your life, you did. Hell you had your fair share of the stuff. You knew your limits, what your preference was, and all else that you needed to know to know your way around liquor.
If you were to have a drink out in public you'd keep it to a minimum of one single cocktail. Never heavy.
You just didn't need a drink to have a good time with your girls.
The EDM music blares through the speakers and out into the young night. You and your friends jump around to the beat, you seem to be the only coordinated one—your friends ranged from tipsy to straight out wasted but none of you seem to mind. The different states of you each is just what seemed to make your group gain the attention of others.
Saehee yells into the air the lyrics of the next song the second the beat drops. You five automatically join along with her silly antics, screaming along all while dramatizing your dance moves, moving left to right accordingly.
You don't even remember what prompted this outing, it had been in the calendar for weeks before Ruha dragged everyone out by threatening to steal everyone's shoe laces when they least expected. It had done the trick well, no one doubted that she would indeed steal their laces. Ruha was crazy like that.
“Why didn't we do this sooner?!” Miyeori has to shout to be heard over the music as she leans closer to you. It had been awhile since the whole gang was able to hangout like this, you shrug.
“No fucking clue but we definitely needed this!” You say equally as loud. You had known Miyeori the longest, she—you would say, is the person that knows you the best.
You bump Miyeori with your hip playfully. She does the same, giggling in the process.
The song shifts into something calmer than the previous one but it was still pretty hype. You stretch your arms, getting ready to join Saehee in her dancing shenanigans when Miyeori taps your shoulder rapidly to get your attention.
“What?”
“Isn't that your ex?” She asks you. You don't even look to see who she was talking about, giving her a weird face.
“Girl, he lives hours from here” You tilt your head slightly. You feel a surge of complicated feelings rush up your throat but you push them away.
Thanks to Miyeori, your two week streak of not thinking about your ex had been crushed. You and him had ended on shakey terms, you hated how your brain replayed the moment at terrible times. You had to end things. That you'd always told yourself firmly. Besides he most certainly had forgotten about you by now, you were so sure on that fact—you used it as a tool to gaslight yourself into not loving him anymore. Miyeori shrugs, bringing her attention back to your other friends.
Just to be sure though, you take a quick looksie. No one behind you see matched the profile of your ex to your relief. It shocks you a little to find yourself holding your breath, it had been 2 years for fucks sake.
You suck your teeth at yourself and shake your head returning to the present. Saehee is basic doing limbo with how low she's going, you go over and start cheering her on to go even lower.
⪩⪨
You fan yourself slightly, starting to feel the heat of your prior movements. You're still on the dance floor but near the edge cause you stopped dancing. You feel the burning sensation of eyes on you. You had felt them earlier but you for some reason couldn't find who they belong to. There was just something about the feeling... It was hard to ignore. You move away just in time before someone accidentally hits you with their arm as they danced more violently than Saehee.
You wanted to snap because of the intense feeling of eyes you couldn't shake off. You look around again however this time your eyes meet someone else's. Your heart nearly stops and your mouth almost parts wide. His eye contact does not waver. You're frozen in place.
It is Seungmin.
Your ex.
What the fuck is he doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be in Seoul? You weren't... You weren't supposed to see him again.
Seungmin on the other hand shows no emotions indicating your presence had effected him. Instead he holds your eyes steady, it's hard for you to break away. It's like he wanted you to know that he had been here—watching you ever since you had felt the stares. He just sits near the bar alone, swirling a drink slowly as if he were hypnotizing someone.
Fuck.
Fuck!
You begin to panic. He... He still looks the same. Maybe that's what makes your heart ache more than it should. He was still your Seungmin. You blink rapidly. No. He wasn't yours, you had ended things. You had ended things. So why did he get to be the only calm and collected one in this situation? You suck in a sharp inhale through your nose and smoothed your skirt down. You promptly turn away.
You weren't about to let him ruin your night out with your friends.
Speaking of your friends, where did they run off to? The dance floor had suddenly gotten packed from the time window of your eyes holding contact. You decide to just stay where you were instead of joining the many bodies while searching for your friends. It would be easier for them to spot you on the outskirts of the crowd.
You knew the song playing so you didn't feel awkward swaying and singing along by yourself.
As you wait for your friends to make their appearance, eyes surveying the area. You notice a different set of eyes on you. A trio of guys. You couldn't hear their conversation but it was clear they were talking about you. You make eye contact with one of them, the look in his eye made you regret even looking his way. Your eyes snap away, attempting to ignore whatever just happened all while hoping you had just imagined the strange feeling.
It hadn't been a minute since the interaction when he, the guy approaches you. Your eyes widen nervously. He smirks down at you, tilting his head just a bit. He's a little shakey, clearly on something.
“What's a pretty girl like you dancing alone?” He asks.
“Oh, I'm not alone,” you say quickly, barely loud enough to hear over the music.
“Sure looks like you're alone to me. Lucky for you I'm a great dance partner.” He reaches out but you quickly lengthen a gap between you both.
“No thank you.”
“Come on woman, don't be like that.” His smirk gets bigger, leaning into your space. He reaches out again. “I can—”
“I have a boyfriend.” You blurt out. His face instantly drops into a scowl.
“I don't see him.” His arms cross. That's when his two friends begin to approach, they did not look any more friendly than he did. In fact they looked scarier than the man trying to hit on you.
You feel the same burning sensation of eyes on you, it feels stronger. You turn and make eye contact with Seungmin. Instantly you walk over to him before the guy's friends could reach you. You walk to him with no hesitation, fear driving you.
When you reach him, you couldn't even look him in the eye. You tap his shoe with your heel lightly. Wordlessly he spreads his legs just enough for you to stand between them, you lean against him for good measure.
You both watch the guys glare in your direction before moving over to the far end of the club, taking a hint. Your body relaxes in relief before tensing up again with realization of what you had just done.
You fucked up big time. Big big time. You remove yourself from him.
“I—” The words fall silent on your lips.
You couldn't say anything.
So of course —
you run.
You run all the way to the girls restroom in a panic. Why the fuck had you done that? And why didn't he stop you?!
You pace up and down the bathroom, muttering curses under your breath. Any random woman who stumbled into the bathroom thought you were on something but didn't question it. You just wanted to die in one of the bathroom stalls. Tears of panic blur your vision.
You don't know how long you were in the restroom...
⪩⪨
You don't drink. You never do. And yet here you are downing your next shot of tequila, mascara all messed up, tippy toeing your limit of alcohol intake. Miyeori tried to stop you but you couldn't take the feeling plunged in your stomach. She tells you she had seen the interaction with you and your ex and she assured you everything would be fine.
You didn't think so.
He was your ex and you shouldn't have even put him through that. It was pathetic really, you had ended things for both your own goods and now for the first time seeing him since the break up you go running to him for protection. Who the fuck does that? You apparently.
You tug at your hair in frustration, feeling that sickly complicated feeling back in your stomach again. On top of that you feel a little dizzy, you didn't know if you wanted to cry or scream—maybe both.
“I'll have another one,” You tell the bartender who gives you a look. Miyeori is about to say something but her lips snap shut.
“No, she won't be having another.” A voice that was all too familiar even now says behind you firmly. Your heart rate drops and basically deadlines.
To hear his voice in person right now almost undid everything you tried to ignore for the past two years. Almost. You suddenly better your posture.
“No don't listen to him—” Your stool violent swivels to face him. Your heart plummets down to your stomach, eyes wide just like your friend's.
“No you listen to me, Y/N! That's enough. Now come with me, we have some talking to do.” His hand grabs ahold of your wrist, leaving no room for argument. Miyeori watches as you get dragged by Seungmin to the exit.
Outside in the fresh air, your head clears a little. Your heart races as if it were running for it's life. You are so sure he can feel your pulse from his tight grip on your wrist. He leads you to the side of the building and corners you against the wall.
“Seungmin...” You gasp lightly.
“So you're just going to not talk to me at all? Were you going to drink the night away, leave and forget about me again?” Your lips part at his tone.
“I... I didn't forget about you. Besides we broke up remember?” You answer weakly. He chuckles bitterly, it sounded hurt.
“Why?” He knew the answer to that question, you didn't stay quiet about that when the break up happened.
“You know why. I didn't want to get in between your dreams, Seungmin. You love singing. And you did it. You made it. ...You don't need me.” You try to smile as if your own words didn't hurt you — slicing at something you didn't know you still had.
“Fuck Y/N, that's bullshit. You don't get to pick and choose what I need and what I don't.” He says frustratedly.
“I thought you moved on...” You say quietly, looking away.
“How could I move on?” He asks, emotions rising in his throat.
“First loves are easy to forget. And I bet you're busy now.”
“You're not just some first love, Y/N! You were— You are my other half, my soulmate, my light in the darkness. Do you know how hard it was just to live on without you? I still love you—”
“No- no, you're lying to yourself.” You butt in quickly. This wasn't supposed to go this way, wasnt supposed to happen.
“If I didn't still love you, why would I have this?” He promptly pulls out a chain tucked under his unbuttoned shirt. Attached to the chain was the his matching promise ring...
“W-why did you bring that?” Seeing the matching ring to yours which was hidden inside your bedside table right now brought up some feeling in your stomach.
“I didn't just bring it, Y/N. I wear it everyday, all day, and during every performance too. I didn't just put it on like I knew you were going to be here.” He scoffs knowing that's what you were thinking.
“I don't know what to say.” You look down.
Silence falls between you. You and him breath in sync, too close for people who claim to be exes. Somewhere in the distance someone's car is going off, the sound of shoes clicking on the pavement, and a dog barks repeatedly but you didn't hear it—too engrossed in the situation that forms a bubble, traping you both inside filled with tension and unspoken feelings. Your breath holds for however long the silence lasts. His lip twitches.
“Just tell me you don't love me anymore and I'll leave you alone.” Seungmin's tone changes as he lifts your chin up gently.
“I...” The words die on your tongue. You couldn't lie even if you wanted to. You did still love him. Seeing him again made you realize you were just lying to yourself all this time, you never had gotten over him. You never had moved on.
He leans in closer.
“Y/N you're my first love and also my last... I just want you, I want to make you happy. If you tell me to go, I will.” His lips almost brush yours as he speaks barely above a whisper. You swallow.
“I can't... But I also don't want to be a burden,” you whisper.
“You're not a burden, never were,” Seungmin assures. His eyelashes almost fan his cheeks when he looks down to your lips. His eyes snap right back up to yours. “Fuck— Can I kiss you?”
“Yes.” You answer before you could stop yourself. His lips connect with yours delicately, as if you weren't real and could fade away anytime from the simplest touch.
Sparks ignite at the contact, you feel right at home in the kiss. Damn, you missed him. Soft, gently, while also possessive. It felt like Seungmin alright. You were right, he's still your Seungmin. He gently breaks off the kiss, giving you one final peck as if to seal everything before moving back to give you some space.. His fingers go up to the very lips that had collided with yours, his lips part slightly.
“Let me take you home.”
“I— Okay.” You agree with not much convincing. There wasn't no turning back, you had fallen for him again. You tuck away the fears deep into the back of your mind. You wanted to do things right. And you didn't want to lose him once again.
He begins walking to leave the alleyway when you grab his sleeve. Seungmin pauses, turning to you. His head tilts slightly.
“I'm sorry.” You blurt out. You had no idea why you grabbed onto him, however the apologize just felt... right. “Genuinely. I'm sorry for the pain I must have left you with... I was scared and...”
You trail off when he takes ahold of your hand and squeezes it gently.
“You don't have to say anymore. I know. I know why you did it.. and I understand. I'm just happy that you want to give us a second chance.”
He doesn't let go of your hand after that. In fact he holds your hand the whole time while saying goodbye to your friends(they were quite surprised by the sight, you promised them a long phone call...), during the Uber drive back home, and he still holds your hand while walking you to your front door.
He is rather reluctant to let your hand go to part ways. You put your key in the lock and push your door open gently. You pause.
“...Do you want to stay the night?” Your voice is a little shakey. You just didn't want the night to end just yet, not when you had gotten him back. His face breaks into a warm smile.
“Of course.” And he ruffles your hair playfully, a gesture you didn't know you missed until now. “Lead the way, love.”
𝓰enre; seungmin x fem!reader, exs to lovers, first love, post breakup, bittersweet, second chance, cute ⸝⸝ 𝔀ord count; 2.7k ⸝⸝ 𝔀arnings; club scene, mentions of alcohol, creeps, fear, kissing, getting back with your ex(don't do it), petname(love), lemme know if I missed anything! ⸝⸝ 𝓻ead time; 10:09
김승민 ~ 𖤝⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺.₊⋆˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🍸🎤˚˖𓍢ִ💙˚.
💫ᝰ.ᐟ ignore the crappy title, I just got lazy <//3
ততততততততততততততততততততততততত
★ synopsis —
meeting your ex for the first time since your breakup unprepared turns your night down a path you never expected.
— ꒰ > ⋆ < ꒱
You don't drink, you never do. Getting drunk in public settings was something you weren't too fond of. It's not that you never tasted alcohol ever in your life, you did. Hell you had your fair share of the stuff. You knew your limits, what your preference was, and all else that you needed to know to know your way around liquor.
If you were to have a drink out in public you'd keep it to a minimum of one single cocktail. Never heavy.
You just didn't need a drink to have a good time with your girls.
The EDM music blares through the speakers and out into the young night. You and your friends jump around to the beat, you seem to be the only coordinated one—your friends ranged from tipsy to straight out wasted but none of you seem to mind. The different states of you each is just what seemed to make your group gain the attention of others.
Saehee yells into the air the lyrics of the next song the second the beat drops. You five automatically join along with her silly antics, screaming along all while dramatizing your dance moves, moving left to right accordingly.
You don't even remember what prompted this outing, it had been in the calendar for weeks before Ruha dragged everyone out by threatening to steal everyone's shoe laces when they least expected. It had done the trick well, no one doubted that she would indeed steal their laces. Ruha was crazy like that.
“Why didn't we do this sooner?!” Miyeori has to shout to be heard over the music as she leans closer to you. It had been awhile since the whole gang was able to hangout like this, you shrug.
“No fucking clue but we definitely needed this!” You say equally as loud. You had known Miyeori the longest, she—you would say, is the person that knows you the best.
You bump Miyeori with your hip playfully. She does the same, giggling in the process.
The song shifts into something calmer than the previous one but it was still pretty hype. You stretch your arms, getting ready to join Saehee in her dancing shenanigans when Miyeori taps your shoulder rapidly to get your attention.
“What?”
“Isn't that your ex?” She asks you. You don't even look to see who she was talking about, giving her a weird face.
“Girl, he lives hours from here” You tilt your head slightly. You feel a surge of complicated feelings rush up your throat but you push them away.
Thanks to Miyeori, your two week streak of not thinking about your ex had been crushed. You and him had ended on shakey terms, you hated how your brain replayed the moment at terrible times. You had to end things. That you'd always told yourself firmly. Besides he most certainly had forgotten about you by now, you were so sure on that fact—you used it as a tool to gaslight yourself into not loving him anymore. Miyeori shrugs, bringing her attention back to your other friends.
Just to be sure though, you take a quick looksie. No one behind you see matched the profile of your ex to your relief. It shocks you a little to find yourself holding your breath, it had been 2 years for fucks sake.
You suck your teeth at yourself and shake your head returning to the present. Saehee is basic doing limbo with how low she's going, you go over and start cheering her on to go even lower.
⪩⪨
You fan yourself slightly, starting to feel the heat of your prior movements. You're still on the dance floor but near the edge cause you stopped dancing. You feel the burning sensation of eyes on you. You had felt them earlier but you for some reason couldn't find who they belong to. There was just something about the feeling... It was hard to ignore. You move away just in time before someone accidentally hits you with their arm as they danced more violently than Saehee.
You wanted to snap because of the intense feeling of eyes you couldn't shake off. You look around again however this time your eyes meet someone else's. Your heart nearly stops and your mouth almost parts wide. His eye contact does not waver. You're frozen in place.
It is Seungmin.
Your ex.
What the fuck is he doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be in Seoul? You weren't... You weren't supposed to see him again.
Seungmin on the other hand shows no emotions indicating your presence had effected him. Instead he holds your eyes steady, it's hard for you to break away. It's like he wanted you to know that he had been here—watching you ever since you had felt the stares. He just sits near the bar alone, swirling a drink slowly as if he were hypnotizing someone.
Fuck.
Fuck!
You begin to panic. He... He still looks the same. Maybe that's what makes your heart ache more than it should. He was still your Seungmin. You blink rapidly. No. He wasn't yours, you had ended things. You had ended things. So why did he get to be the only calm and collected one in this situation? You suck in a sharp inhale through your nose and smoothed your skirt down. You promptly turn away.
You weren't about to let him ruin your night out with your friends.
Speaking of your friends, where did they run off to? The dance floor had suddenly gotten packed from the time window of your eyes holding contact. You decide to just stay where you were instead of joining the many bodies while searching for your friends. It would be easier for them to spot you on the outskirts of the crowd.
You knew the song playing so you didn't feel awkward swaying and singing along by yourself.
As you wait for your friends to make their appearance, eyes surveying the area. You notice a different set of eyes on you. A trio of guys. You couldn't hear their conversation but it was clear they were talking about you. You make eye contact with one of them, the look in his eye made you regret even looking his way. Your eyes snap away, attempting to ignore whatever just happened all while hoping you had just imagined the strange feeling.
It hadn't been a minute since the interaction when he, the guy approaches you. Your eyes widen nervously. He smirks down at you, tilting his head just a bit. He's a little shakey, clearly on something.
“What's a pretty girl like you dancing alone?” He asks.
“Oh, I'm not alone,” you say quickly, barely loud enough to hear over the music.
“Sure looks like you're alone to me. Lucky for you I'm a great dance partner.” He reaches out but you quickly lengthen a gap between you both.
“No thank you.”
“Come on woman, don't be like that.” His smirk gets bigger, leaning into your space. He reaches out again. “I can—”
“I have a boyfriend.” You blurt out. His face instantly drops into a scowl.
“I don't see him.” His arms cross. That's when his two friends begin to approach, they did not look any more friendly than he did. In fact they looked scarier than the man trying to hit on you.
You feel the same burning sensation of eyes on you, it feels stronger. You turn and make eye contact with Seungmin. Instantly you walk over to him before the guy's friends could reach you. You walk to him with no hesitation, fear driving you.
When you reach him, you couldn't even look him in the eye. You tap his shoe with your heel lightly. Wordlessly he spreads his legs just enough for you to stand between them, you lean against him for good measure.
You both watch the guys glare in your direction before moving over to the far end of the club, taking a hint. Your body relaxes in relief before tensing up again with realization of what you had just done.
You fucked up big time. Big big time. You remove yourself from him.
“I—” The words fall silent on your lips.
You couldn't say anything.
So of course —
you run.
You run all the way to the girls restroom in a panic. Why the fuck had you done that? And why didn't he stop you?!
You pace up and down the bathroom, muttering curses under your breath. Any random woman who stumbled into the bathroom thought you were on something but didn't question it. You just wanted to die in one of the bathroom stalls. Tears of panic blur your vision.
You don't know how long you were in the restroom...
⪩⪨
You don't drink. You never do. And yet here you are downing your next shot of tequila, mascara all messed up, tippy toeing your limit of alcohol intake. Miyeori tried to stop you but you couldn't take the feeling plunged in your stomach. She tells you she had seen the interaction with you and your ex and she assured you everything would be fine.
You didn't think so.
He was your ex and you shouldn't have even put him through that. It was pathetic really, you had ended things for both your own goods and now for the first time seeing him since the break up you go running to him for protection. Who the fuck does that? You apparently.
You tug at your hair in frustration, feeling that sickly complicated feeling back in your stomach again. On top of that you feel a little dizzy, you didn't know if you wanted to cry or scream—maybe both.
“I'll have another one,” You tell the bartender who gives you a look. Miyeori is about to say something but her lips snap shut.
“No, she won't be having another.” A voice that was all too familiar even now says behind you firmly. Your heart rate drops and basically deadlines.
To hear his voice in person right now almost undid everything you tried to ignore for the past two years. Almost. You suddenly better your posture.
“No don't listen to him—” Your stool violent swivels to face him. Your heart plummets down to your stomach, eyes wide just like your friend's.
“No you listen to me, Y/N! That's enough. Now come with me, we have some talking to do.” His hand grabs ahold of your wrist, leaving no room for argument. Miyeori watches as you get dragged by Seungmin to the exit.
Outside in the fresh air, your head clears a little. Your heart races as if it were running for it's life. You are so sure he can feel your pulse from his tight grip on your wrist. He leads you to the side of the building and corners you against the wall.
“Seungmin...” You gasp lightly.
“So you're just going to not talk to me at all? Were you going to drink the night away, leave and forget about me again?” Your lips part at his tone.
“I... I didn't forget about you. Besides we broke up remember?” You answer weakly. He chuckles bitterly, it sounded hurt.
“Why?” He knew the answer to that question, you didn't stay quiet about that when the break up happened.
“You know why. I didn't want to get in between your dreams, Seungmin. You love singing. And you did it. You made it. ...You don't need me.” You try to smile as if your own words didn't hurt you — slicing at something you didn't know you still had.
“Fuck Y/N, that's bullshit. You don't get to pick and choose what I need and what I don't.” He says frustratedly.
“I thought you moved on...” You say quietly, looking away.
“How could I move on?” He asks, emotions rising in his throat.
“First loves are easy to forget. And I bet you're busy now.”
“You're not just some first love, Y/N! You were— You are my other half, my soulmate, my light in the darkness. Do you know how hard it was just to live on without you? I still love you—”
“No- no, you're lying to yourself.” You butt in quickly. This wasn't supposed to go this way, wasnt supposed to happen.
“If I didn't still love you, why would I have this?” He promptly pulls out a chain tucked under his unbuttoned shirt. Attached to the chain was the his matching promise ring...
“W-why did you bring that?” Seeing the matching ring to yours which was hidden inside your bedside table right now brought up some feeling in your stomach.
“I didn't just bring it, Y/N. I wear it everyday, all day, and during every performance too. I didn't just put it on like I knew you were going to be here.” He scoffs knowing that's what you were thinking.
“I don't know what to say.” You look down.
Silence falls between you. You and him breath in sync, too close for people who claim to be exes. Somewhere in the distance someone's car is going off, the sound of shoes clicking on the pavement, and a dog barks repeatedly but you didn't hear it—too engrossed in the situation that forms a bubble, traping you both inside filled with tension and unspoken feelings. Your breath holds for however long the silence lasts. His lip twitches.
“Just tell me you don't love me anymore and I'll leave you alone.” Seungmin's tone changes as he lifts your chin up gently.
“I...” The words die on your tongue. You couldn't lie even if you wanted to. You did still love him. Seeing him again made you realize you were just lying to yourself all this time, you never had gotten over him. You never had moved on.
He leans in closer.
“Y/N you're my first love and also my last... I just want you, I want to make you happy. If you tell me to go, I will.” His lips almost brush yours as he speaks barely above a whisper. You swallow.
“I can't... But I also don't want to be a burden,” you whisper.
“You're not a burden, never were,” Seungmin assures. His eyelashes almost fan his cheeks when he looks down to your lips. His eyes snap right back up to yours. “Fuck— Can I kiss you?”
“Yes.” You answer before you could stop yourself. His lips connect with yours delicately, as if you weren't real and could fade away anytime from the simplest touch.
Sparks ignite at the contact, you feel right at home in the kiss. Damn, you missed him. Soft, gently, while also possessive. It felt like Seungmin alright. You were right, he's still your Seungmin. He gently breaks off the kiss, giving you one final peck as if to seal everything before moving back to give you some space.. His fingers go up to the very lips that had collided with yours, his lips part slightly.
“Let me take you home.”
“I— Okay.” You agree with not much convincing. There wasn't no turning back, you had fallen for him again. You tuck away the fears deep into the back of your mind. You wanted to do things right. And you didn't want to lose him once again.
He begins walking to leave the alleyway when you grab his sleeve. Seungmin pauses, turning to you. His head tilts slightly.
“I'm sorry.” You blurt out. You had no idea why you grabbed onto him, however the apologize just felt... right. “Genuinely. I'm sorry for the pain I must have left you with... I was scared and...”
You trail off when he takes ahold of your hand and squeezes it gently.
“You don't have to say anymore. I know. I know why you did it.. and I understand. I'm just happy that you want to give us a second chance.”
He doesn't let go of your hand after that. In fact he holds your hand the whole time while saying goodbye to your friends(they were quite surprised by the sight, you promised them a long phone call...), during the Uber drive back home, and he still holds your hand while walking you to your front door.
He is rather reluctant to let your hand go to part ways. You put your key in the lock and push your door open gently. You pause.
“...Do you want to stay the night?” Your voice is a little shakey. You just didn't want the night to end just yet, not when you had gotten him back. His face breaks into a warm smile.
“Of course.” And he ruffles your hair playfully, a gesture you didn't know you missed until now. “Lead the way, love.”
𝓰enre; seungmin x fem!reader, exs to lovers, first love, post breakup, bittersweet, second chance, cute ⸝⸝ 𝔀ord count; 2.7k ⸝⸝ 𝔀arnings; club scene, mentions of alcohol, creeps, fear, kissing, getting back with your ex(don't do it), petname(love), lemme know if I missed anything! ⸝⸝ 𝓻ead time; 10:09
김승민 ~ 𖤝⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺.₊⋆˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🍸🎤˚˖𓍢ִ💙˚.
💫ᝰ.ᐟ ignore the crappy title, I just got lazy <//3
ততততততততততততততততততততততততত
★ synopsis —
meeting your ex for the first time since your breakup unprepared turns your night down a path you never expected.
— ꒰ > ⋆ < ꒱
You don't drink, you never do. Getting drunk in public settings was something you weren't too fond of. It's not that you never tasted alcohol ever in your life, you did. Hell you had your fair share of the stuff. You knew your limits, what your preference was, and all else that you needed to know to know your way around liquor.
If you were to have a drink out in public you'd keep it to a minimum of one single cocktail. Never heavy.
You just didn't need a drink to have a good time with your girls.
The EDM music blares through the speakers and out into the young night. You and your friends jump around to the beat, you seem to be the only coordinated one—your friends ranged from tipsy to straight out wasted but none of you seem to mind. The different states of you each is just what seemed to make your group gain the attention of others.
Saehee yells into the air the lyrics of the next song the second the beat drops. You five automatically join along with her silly antics, screaming along all while dramatizing your dance moves, moving left to right accordingly.
You don't even remember what prompted this outing, it had been in the calendar for weeks before Ruha dragged everyone out by threatening to steal everyone's shoe laces when they least expected. It had done the trick well, no one doubted that she would indeed steal their laces. Ruha was crazy like that.
“Why didn't we do this sooner?!” Miyeori has to shout to be heard over the music as she leans closer to you. It had been awhile since the whole gang was able to hangout like this, you shrug.
“No fucking clue but we definitely needed this!” You say equally as loud. You had known Miyeori the longest, she—you would say, is the person that knows you the best.
You bump Miyeori with your hip playfully. She does the same, giggling in the process.
The song shifts into something calmer than the previous one but it was still pretty hype. You stretch your arms, getting ready to join Saehee in her dancing shenanigans when Miyeori taps your shoulder rapidly to get your attention.
“What?”
“Isn't that your ex?” She asks you. You don't even look to see who she was talking about, giving her a weird face.
“Girl, he lives hours from here” You tilt your head slightly. You feel a surge of complicated feelings rush up your throat but you push them away.
Thanks to Miyeori, your two week streak of not thinking about your ex had been crushed. You and him had ended on shakey terms, you hated how your brain replayed the moment at terrible times. You had to end things. That you'd always told yourself firmly. Besides he most certainly had forgotten about you by now, you were so sure on that fact—you used it as a tool to gaslight yourself into not loving him anymore. Miyeori shrugs, bringing her attention back to your other friends.
Just to be sure though, you take a quick looksie. No one behind you see matched the profile of your ex to your relief. It shocks you a little to find yourself holding your breath, it had been 2 years for fucks sake.
You suck your teeth at yourself and shake your head returning to the present. Saehee is basic doing limbo with how low she's going, you go over and start cheering her on to go even lower.
⪩⪨
You fan yourself slightly, starting to feel the heat of your prior movements. You're still on the dance floor but near the edge cause you stopped dancing. You feel the burning sensation of eyes on you. You had felt them earlier but you for some reason couldn't find who they belong to. There was just something about the feeling... It was hard to ignore. You move away just in time before someone accidentally hits you with their arm as they danced more violently than Saehee.
You wanted to snap because of the intense feeling of eyes you couldn't shake off. You look around again however this time your eyes meet someone else's. Your heart nearly stops and your mouth almost parts wide. His eye contact does not waver. You're frozen in place.
It is Seungmin.
Your ex.
What the fuck is he doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be in Seoul? You weren't... You weren't supposed to see him again.
Seungmin on the other hand shows no emotions indicating your presence had effected him. Instead he holds your eyes steady, it's hard for you to break away. It's like he wanted you to know that he had been here—watching you ever since you had felt the stares. He just sits near the bar alone, swirling a drink slowly as if he were hypnotizing someone.
Fuck.
Fuck!
You begin to panic. He... He still looks the same. Maybe that's what makes your heart ache more than it should. He was still your Seungmin. You blink rapidly. No. He wasn't yours, you had ended things. You had ended things. So why did he get to be the only calm and collected one in this situation? You suck in a sharp inhale through your nose and smoothed your skirt down. You promptly turn away.
You weren't about to let him ruin your night out with your friends.
Speaking of your friends, where did they run off to? The dance floor had suddenly gotten packed from the time window of your eyes holding contact. You decide to just stay where you were instead of joining the many bodies while searching for your friends. It would be easier for them to spot you on the outskirts of the crowd.
You knew the song playing so you didn't feel awkward swaying and singing along by yourself.
As you wait for your friends to make their appearance, eyes surveying the area. You notice a different set of eyes on you. A trio of guys. You couldn't hear their conversation but it was clear they were talking about you. You make eye contact with one of them, the look in his eye made you regret even looking his way. Your eyes snap away, attempting to ignore whatever just happened all while hoping you had just imagined the strange feeling.
It hadn't been a minute since the interaction when he, the guy approaches you. Your eyes widen nervously. He smirks down at you, tilting his head just a bit. He's a little shakey, clearly on something.
“What's a pretty girl like you dancing alone?” He asks.
“Oh, I'm not alone,” you say quickly, barely loud enough to hear over the music.
“Sure looks like you're alone to me. Lucky for you I'm a great dance partner.” He reaches out but you quickly lengthen a gap between you both.
“No thank you.”
“Come on woman, don't be like that.” His smirk gets bigger, leaning into your space. He reaches out again. “I can—”
“I have a boyfriend.” You blurt out. His face instantly drops into a scowl.
“I don't see him.” His arms cross. That's when his two friends begin to approach, they did not look any more friendly than he did. In fact they looked scarier than the man trying to hit on you.
You feel the same burning sensation of eyes on you, it feels stronger. You turn and make eye contact with Seungmin. Instantly you walk over to him before the guy's friends could reach you. You walk to him with no hesitation, fear driving you.
When you reach him, you couldn't even look him in the eye. You tap his shoe with your heel lightly. Wordlessly he spreads his legs just enough for you to stand between them, you lean against him for good measure.
You both watch the guys glare in your direction before moving over to the far end of the club, taking a hint. Your body relaxes in relief before tensing up again with realization of what you had just done.
You fucked up big time. Big big time. You remove yourself from him.
“I—” The words fall silent on your lips.
You couldn't say anything.
So of course —
you run.
You run all the way to the girls restroom in a panic. Why the fuck had you done that? And why didn't he stop you?!
You pace up and down the bathroom, muttering curses under your breath. Any random woman who stumbled into the bathroom thought you were on something but didn't question it. You just wanted to die in one of the bathroom stalls. Tears of panic blur your vision.
You don't know how long you were in the restroom...
⪩⪨
You don't drink. You never do. And yet here you are downing your next shot of tequila, mascara all messed up, tippy toeing your limit of alcohol intake. Miyeori tried to stop you but you couldn't take the feeling plunged in your stomach. She tells you she had seen the interaction with you and your ex and she assured you everything would be fine.
You didn't think so.
He was your ex and you shouldn't have even put him through that. It was pathetic really, you had ended things for both your own goods and now for the first time seeing him since the break up you go running to him for protection. Who the fuck does that? You apparently.
You tug at your hair in frustration, feeling that sickly complicated feeling back in your stomach again. On top of that you feel a little dizzy, you didn't know if you wanted to cry or scream—maybe both.
“I'll have another one,” You tell the bartender who gives you a look. Miyeori is about to say something but her lips snap shut.
“No, she won't be having another.” A voice that was all too familiar even now says behind you firmly. Your heart rate drops and basically deadlines.
To hear his voice in person right now almost undid everything you tried to ignore for the past two years. Almost. You suddenly better your posture.
“No don't listen to him—” Your stool violent swivels to face him. Your heart plummets down to your stomach, eyes wide just like your friend's.
“No you listen to me, Y/N! That's enough. Now come with me, we have some talking to do.” His hand grabs ahold of your wrist, leaving no room for argument. Miyeori watches as you get dragged by Seungmin to the exit.
Outside in the fresh air, your head clears a little. Your heart races as if it were running for it's life. You are so sure he can feel your pulse from his tight grip on your wrist. He leads you to the side of the building and corners you against the wall.
“Seungmin...” You gasp lightly.
“So you're just going to not talk to me at all? Were you going to drink the night away, leave and forget about me again?” Your lips part at his tone.
“I... I didn't forget about you. Besides we broke up remember?” You answer weakly. He chuckles bitterly, it sounded hurt.
“Why?” He knew the answer to that question, you didn't stay quiet about that when the break up happened.
“You know why. I didn't want to get in between your dreams, Seungmin. You love singing. And you did it. You made it. ...You don't need me.” You try to smile as if your own words didn't hurt you — slicing at something you didn't know you still had.
“Fuck Y/N, that's bullshit. You don't get to pick and choose what I need and what I don't.” He says frustratedly.
“I thought you moved on...” You say quietly, looking away.
“How could I move on?” He asks, emotions rising in his throat.
“First loves are easy to forget. And I bet you're busy now.”
“You're not just some first love, Y/N! You were— You are my other half, my soulmate, my light in the darkness. Do you know how hard it was just to live on without you? I still love you—”
“No- no, you're lying to yourself.” You butt in quickly. This wasn't supposed to go this way, wasnt supposed to happen.
“If I didn't still love you, why would I have this?” He promptly pulls out a chain tucked under his unbuttoned shirt. Attached to the chain was the his matching promise ring...
“W-why did you bring that?” Seeing the matching ring to yours which was hidden inside your bedside table right now brought up some feeling in your stomach.
“I didn't just bring it, Y/N. I wear it everyday, all day, and during every performance too. I didn't just put it on like I knew you were going to be here.” He scoffs knowing that's what you were thinking.
“I don't know what to say.” You look down.
Silence falls between you. You and him breath in sync, too close for people who claim to be exes. Somewhere in the distance someone's car is going off, the sound of shoes clicking on the pavement, and a dog barks repeatedly but you didn't hear it—too engrossed in the situation that forms a bubble, traping you both inside filled with tension and unspoken feelings. Your breath holds for however long the silence lasts. His lip twitches.
“Just tell me you don't love me anymore and I'll leave you alone.” Seungmin's tone changes as he lifts your chin up gently.
“I...” The words die on your tongue. You couldn't lie even if you wanted to. You did still love him. Seeing him again made you realize you were just lying to yourself all this time, you never had gotten over him. You never had moved on.
He leans in closer.
“Y/N you're my first love and also my last... I just want you, I want to make you happy. If you tell me to go, I will.” His lips almost brush yours as he speaks barely above a whisper. You swallow.
“I can't... But I also don't want to be a burden,” you whisper.
“You're not a burden, never were,” Seungmin assures. His eyelashes almost fan his cheeks when he looks down to your lips. His eyes snap right back up to yours. “Fuck— Can I kiss you?”
“Yes.” You answer before you could stop yourself. His lips connect with yours delicately, as if you weren't real and could fade away anytime from the simplest touch.
Sparks ignite at the contact, you feel right at home in the kiss. Damn, you missed him. Soft, gently, while also possessive. It felt like Seungmin alright. You were right, he's still your Seungmin. He gently breaks off the kiss, giving you one final peck as if to seal everything before moving back to give you some space.. His fingers go up to the very lips that had collided with yours, his lips part slightly.
“Let me take you home.”
“I— Okay.” You agree with not much convincing. There wasn't no turning back, you had fallen for him again. You tuck away the fears deep into the back of your mind. You wanted to do things right. And you didn't want to lose him once again.
He begins walking to leave the alleyway when you grab his sleeve. Seungmin pauses, turning to you. His head tilts slightly.
“I'm sorry.” You blurt out. You had no idea why you grabbed onto him, however the apologize just felt... right. “Genuinely. I'm sorry for the pain I must have left you with... I was scared and...”
You trail off when he takes ahold of your hand and squeezes it gently.
“You don't have to say anymore. I know. I know why you did it.. and I understand. I'm just happy that you want to give us a second chance.”
He doesn't let go of your hand after that. In fact he holds your hand the whole time while saying goodbye to your friends(they were quite surprised by the sight, you promised them a long phone call...), during the Uber drive back home, and he still holds your hand while walking you to your front door.
He is rather reluctant to let your hand go to part ways. You put your key in the lock and push your door open gently. You pause.
“...Do you want to stay the night?” Your voice is a little shakey. You just didn't want the night to end just yet, not when you had gotten him back. His face breaks into a warm smile.
“Of course.” And he ruffles your hair playfully, a gesture you didn't know you missed until now. “Lead the way, love.”
𝓰enre; seungmin x fem!reader, exs to lovers, first love, post breakup, bittersweet, second chance, cute ⸝⸝ 𝔀ord count; 2.7k ⸝⸝ 𝔀arnings; club scene, mentions of alcohol, creeps, fear, kissing, getting back with your ex(don't do it), petname(love), lemme know if I missed anything! ⸝⸝ 𝓻ead time; 10:09
김승민 ~ 𖤝⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺.₊⋆˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🍸🎤˚˖𓍢ִ💙˚.
💫ᝰ.ᐟ ignore the crappy title, I just got lazy <//3
ততততততততততততততততততততততততত
★ synopsis —
meeting your ex for the first time since your breakup unprepared turns your night down a path you never expected.
— ꒰ > ⋆ < ꒱
You don't drink, you never do. Getting drunk in public settings was something you weren't too fond of. It's not that you never tasted alcohol ever in your life, you did. Hell you had your fair share of the stuff. You knew your limits, what your preference was, and all else that you needed to know to know your way around liquor.
If you were to have a drink out in public you'd keep it to a minimum of one single cocktail. Never heavy.
You just didn't need a drink to have a good time with your girls.
The EDM music blares through the speakers and out into the young night. You and your friends jump around to the beat, you seem to be the only coordinated one—your friends ranged from tipsy to straight out wasted but none of you seem to mind. The different states of you each is just what seemed to make your group gain the attention of others.
Saehee yells into the air the lyrics of the next song the second the beat drops. You five automatically join along with her silly antics, screaming along all while dramatizing your dance moves, moving left to right accordingly.
You don't even remember what prompted this outing, it had been in the calendar for weeks before Ruha dragged everyone out by threatening to steal everyone's shoe laces when they least expected. It had done the trick well, no one doubted that she would indeed steal their laces. Ruha was crazy like that.
“Why didn't we do this sooner?!” Miyeori has to shout to be heard over the music as she leans closer to you. It had been awhile since the whole gang was able to hangout like this, you shrug.
“No fucking clue but we definitely needed this!” You say equally as loud. You had known Miyeori the longest, she—you would say, is the person that knows you the best.
You bump Miyeori with your hip playfully. She does the same, giggling in the process.
The song shifts into something calmer than the previous one but it was still pretty hype. You stretch your arms, getting ready to join Saehee in her dancing shenanigans when Miyeori taps your shoulder rapidly to get your attention.
“What?”
“Isn't that your ex?” She asks you. You don't even look to see who she was talking about, giving her a weird face.
“Girl, he lives hours from here” You tilt your head slightly. You feel a surge of complicated feelings rush up your throat but you push them away.
Thanks to Miyeori, your two week streak of not thinking about your ex had been crushed. You and him had ended on shakey terms, you hated how your brain replayed the moment at terrible times. You had to end things. That you'd always told yourself firmly. Besides he most certainly had forgotten about you by now, you were so sure on that fact—you used it as a tool to gaslight yourself into not loving him anymore. Miyeori shrugs, bringing her attention back to your other friends.
Just to be sure though, you take a quick looksie. No one behind you see matched the profile of your ex to your relief. It shocks you a little to find yourself holding your breath, it had been 2 years for fucks sake.
You suck your teeth at yourself and shake your head returning to the present. Saehee is basic doing limbo with how low she's going, you go over and start cheering her on to go even lower.
⪩⪨
You fan yourself slightly, starting to feel the heat of your prior movements. You're still on the dance floor but near the edge cause you stopped dancing. You feel the burning sensation of eyes on you. You had felt them earlier but you for some reason couldn't find who they belong to. There was just something about the feeling... It was hard to ignore. You move away just in time before someone accidentally hits you with their arm as they danced more violently than Saehee.
You wanted to snap because of the intense feeling of eyes you couldn't shake off. You look around again however this time your eyes meet someone else's. Your heart nearly stops and your mouth almost parts wide. His eye contact does not waver. You're frozen in place.
It is Seungmin.
Your ex.
What the fuck is he doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be in Seoul? You weren't... You weren't supposed to see him again.
Seungmin on the other hand shows no emotions indicating your presence had effected him. Instead he holds your eyes steady, it's hard for you to break away. It's like he wanted you to know that he had been here—watching you ever since you had felt the stares. He just sits near the bar alone, swirling a drink slowly as if he were hypnotizing someone.
Fuck.
Fuck!
You begin to panic. He... He still looks the same. Maybe that's what makes your heart ache more than it should. He was still your Seungmin. You blink rapidly. No. He wasn't yours, you had ended things. You had ended things. So why did he get to be the only calm and collected one in this situation? You suck in a sharp inhale through your nose and smoothed your skirt down. You promptly turn away.
You weren't about to let him ruin your night out with your friends.
Speaking of your friends, where did they run off to? The dance floor had suddenly gotten packed from the time window of your eyes holding contact. You decide to just stay where you were instead of joining the many bodies while searching for your friends. It would be easier for them to spot you on the outskirts of the crowd.
You knew the song playing so you didn't feel awkward swaying and singing along by yourself.
As you wait for your friends to make their appearance, eyes surveying the area. You notice a different set of eyes on you. A trio of guys. You couldn't hear their conversation but it was clear they were talking about you. You make eye contact with one of them, the look in his eye made you regret even looking his way. Your eyes snap away, attempting to ignore whatever just happened all while hoping you had just imagined the strange feeling.
It hadn't been a minute since the interaction when he, the guy approaches you. Your eyes widen nervously. He smirks down at you, tilting his head just a bit. He's a little shakey, clearly on something.
“What's a pretty girl like you dancing alone?” He asks.
“Oh, I'm not alone,” you say quickly, barely loud enough to hear over the music.
“Sure looks like you're alone to me. Lucky for you I'm a great dance partner.” He reaches out but you quickly lengthen a gap between you both.
“No thank you.”
“Come on woman, don't be like that.” His smirk gets bigger, leaning into your space. He reaches out again. “I can—”
“I have a boyfriend.” You blurt out. His face instantly drops into a scowl.
“I don't see him.” His arms cross. That's when his two friends begin to approach, they did not look any more friendly than he did. In fact they looked scarier than the man trying to hit on you.
You feel the same burning sensation of eyes on you, it feels stronger. You turn and make eye contact with Seungmin. Instantly you walk over to him before the guy's friends could reach you. You walk to him with no hesitation, fear driving you.
When you reach him, you couldn't even look him in the eye. You tap his shoe with your heel lightly. Wordlessly he spreads his legs just enough for you to stand between them, you lean against him for good measure.
You both watch the guys glare in your direction before moving over to the far end of the club, taking a hint. Your body relaxes in relief before tensing up again with realization of what you had just done.
You fucked up big time. Big big time. You remove yourself from him.
“I—” The words fall silent on your lips.
You couldn't say anything.
So of course —
you run.
You run all the way to the girls restroom in a panic. Why the fuck had you done that? And why didn't he stop you?!
You pace up and down the bathroom, muttering curses under your breath. Any random woman who stumbled into the bathroom thought you were on something but didn't question it. You just wanted to die in one of the bathroom stalls. Tears of panic blur your vision.
You don't know how long you were in the restroom...
⪩⪨
You don't drink. You never do. And yet here you are downing your next shot of tequila, mascara all messed up, tippy toeing your limit of alcohol intake. Miyeori tried to stop you but you couldn't take the feeling plunged in your stomach. She tells you she had seen the interaction with you and your ex and she assured you everything would be fine.
You didn't think so.
He was your ex and you shouldn't have even put him through that. It was pathetic really, you had ended things for both your own goods and now for the first time seeing him since the break up you go running to him for protection. Who the fuck does that? You apparently.
You tug at your hair in frustration, feeling that sickly complicated feeling back in your stomach again. On top of that you feel a little dizzy, you didn't know if you wanted to cry or scream—maybe both.
“I'll have another one,” You tell the bartender who gives you a look. Miyeori is about to say something but her lips snap shut.
“No, she won't be having another.” A voice that was all too familiar even now says behind you firmly. Your heart rate drops and basically deadlines.
To hear his voice in person right now almost undid everything you tried to ignore for the past two years. Almost. You suddenly better your posture.
“No don't listen to him—” Your stool violent swivels to face him. Your heart plummets down to your stomach, eyes wide just like your friend's.
“No you listen to me, Y/N! That's enough. Now come with me, we have some talking to do.” His hand grabs ahold of your wrist, leaving no room for argument. Miyeori watches as you get dragged by Seungmin to the exit.
Outside in the fresh air, your head clears a little. Your heart races as if it were running for it's life. You are so sure he can feel your pulse from his tight grip on your wrist. He leads you to the side of the building and corners you against the wall.
“Seungmin...” You gasp lightly.
“So you're just going to not talk to me at all? Were you going to drink the night away, leave and forget about me again?” Your lips part at his tone.
“I... I didn't forget about you. Besides we broke up remember?” You answer weakly. He chuckles bitterly, it sounded hurt.
“Why?” He knew the answer to that question, you didn't stay quiet about that when the break up happened.
“You know why. I didn't want to get in between your dreams, Seungmin. You love singing. And you did it. You made it. ...You don't need me.” You try to smile as if your own words didn't hurt you — slicing at something you didn't know you still had.
“Fuck Y/N, that's bullshit. You don't get to pick and choose what I need and what I don't.” He says frustratedly.
“I thought you moved on...” You say quietly, looking away.
“How could I move on?” He asks, emotions rising in his throat.
“First loves are easy to forget. And I bet you're busy now.”
“You're not just some first love, Y/N! You were— You are my other half, my soulmate, my light in the darkness. Do you know how hard it was just to live on without you? I still love you—”
“No- no, you're lying to yourself.” You butt in quickly. This wasn't supposed to go this way, wasnt supposed to happen.
“If I didn't still love you, why would I have this?” He promptly pulls out a chain tucked under his unbuttoned shirt. Attached to the chain was the his matching promise ring...
“W-why did you bring that?” Seeing the matching ring to yours which was hidden inside your bedside table right now brought up some feeling in your stomach.
“I didn't just bring it, Y/N. I wear it everyday, all day, and during every performance too. I didn't just put it on like I knew you were going to be here.” He scoffs knowing that's what you were thinking.
“I don't know what to say.” You look down.
Silence falls between you. You and him breath in sync, too close for people who claim to be exes. Somewhere in the distance someone's car is going off, the sound of shoes clicking on the pavement, and a dog barks repeatedly but you didn't hear it—too engrossed in the situation that forms a bubble, traping you both inside filled with tension and unspoken feelings. Your breath holds for however long the silence lasts. His lip twitches.
“Just tell me you don't love me anymore and I'll leave you alone.” Seungmin's tone changes as he lifts your chin up gently.
“I...” The words die on your tongue. You couldn't lie even if you wanted to. You did still love him. Seeing him again made you realize you were just lying to yourself all this time, you never had gotten over him. You never had moved on.
He leans in closer.
“Y/N you're my first love and also my last... I just want you, I want to make you happy. If you tell me to go, I will.” His lips almost brush yours as he speaks barely above a whisper. You swallow.
“I can't... But I also don't want to be a burden,” you whisper.
“You're not a burden, never were,” Seungmin assures. His eyelashes almost fan his cheeks when he looks down to your lips. His eyes snap right back up to yours. “Fuck— Can I kiss you?”
“Yes.” You answer before you could stop yourself. His lips connect with yours delicately, as if you weren't real and could fade away anytime from the simplest touch.
Sparks ignite at the contact, you feel right at home in the kiss. Damn, you missed him. Soft, gently, while also possessive. It felt like Seungmin alright. You were right, he's still your Seungmin. He gently breaks off the kiss, giving you one final peck as if to seal everything before moving back to give you some space.. His fingers go up to the very lips that had collided with yours, his lips part slightly.
“Let me take you home.”
“I— Okay.” You agree with not much convincing. There wasn't no turning back, you had fallen for him again. You tuck away the fears deep into the back of your mind. You wanted to do things right. And you didn't want to lose him once again.
He begins walking to leave the alleyway when you grab his sleeve. Seungmin pauses, turning to you. His head tilts slightly.
“I'm sorry.” You blurt out. You had no idea why you grabbed onto him, however the apologize just felt... right. “Genuinely. I'm sorry for the pain I must have left you with... I was scared and...”
You trail off when he takes ahold of your hand and squeezes it gently.
“You don't have to say anymore. I know. I know why you did it.. and I understand. I'm just happy that you want to give us a second chance.”
He doesn't let go of your hand after that. In fact he holds your hand the whole time while saying goodbye to your friends(they were quite surprised by the sight, you promised them a long phone call...), during the Uber drive back home, and he still holds your hand while walking you to your front door.
He is rather reluctant to let your hand go to part ways. You put your key in the lock and push your door open gently. You pause.
“...Do you want to stay the night?” Your voice is a little shakey. You just didn't want the night to end just yet, not when you had gotten him back. His face breaks into a warm smile.
“Of course.” And he ruffles your hair playfully, a gesture you didn't know you missed until now. “Lead the way, love.”
𝓰enre; seungmin x fem!reader, exs to lovers, first love, post breakup, bittersweet, second chance, cute ⸝⸝ 𝔀ord count; 2.7k ⸝⸝ 𝔀arnings; club scene, mentions of alcohol, creeps, fear, kissing, getting back with your ex(don't do it), petname(love), lemme know if I missed anything! ⸝⸝ 𝓻ead time; 10:09
김승민 ~ 𖤝⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺.₊⋆˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🍸🎤˚˖𓍢ִ💙˚.
💫ᝰ.ᐟ ignore the crappy title, I just got lazy <//3
ততততততততততততততততততততততততত
★ synopsis —
meeting your ex for the first time since your breakup unprepared turns your night down a path you never expected.
— ꒰ > ⋆ < ꒱
You don't drink, you never do. Getting drunk in public settings was something you weren't too fond of. It's not that you never tasted alcohol ever in your life, you did. Hell you had your fair share of the stuff. You knew your limits, what your preference was, and all else that you needed to know to know your way around liquor.
If you were to have a drink out in public you'd keep it to a minimum of one single cocktail. Never heavy.
You just didn't need a drink to have a good time with your girls.
The EDM music blares through the speakers and out into the young night. You and your friends jump around to the beat, you seem to be the only coordinated one—your friends ranged from tipsy to straight out wasted but none of you seem to mind. The different states of you each is just what seemed to make your group gain the attention of others.
Saehee yells into the air the lyrics of the next song the second the beat drops. You five automatically join along with her silly antics, screaming along all while dramatizing your dance moves, moving left to right accordingly.
You don't even remember what prompted this outing, it had been in the calendar for weeks before Ruha dragged everyone out by threatening to steal everyone's shoe laces when they least expected. It had done the trick well, no one doubted that she would indeed steal their laces. Ruha was crazy like that.
“Why didn't we do this sooner?!” Miyeori has to shout to be heard over the music as she leans closer to you. It had been awhile since the whole gang was able to hangout like this, you shrug.
“No fucking clue but we definitely needed this!” You say equally as loud. You had known Miyeori the longest, she—you would say, is the person that knows you the best.
You bump Miyeori with your hip playfully. She does the same, giggling in the process.
The song shifts into something calmer than the previous one but it was still pretty hype. You stretch your arms, getting ready to join Saehee in her dancing shenanigans when Miyeori taps your shoulder rapidly to get your attention.
“What?”
“Isn't that your ex?” She asks you. You don't even look to see who she was talking about, giving her a weird face.
“Girl, he lives hours from here” You tilt your head slightly. You feel a surge of complicated feelings rush up your throat but you push them away.
Thanks to Miyeori, your two week streak of not thinking about your ex had been crushed. You and him had ended on shakey terms, you hated how your brain replayed the moment at terrible times. You had to end things. That you'd always told yourself firmly. Besides he most certainly had forgotten about you by now, you were so sure on that fact—you used it as a tool to gaslight yourself into not loving him anymore. Miyeori shrugs, bringing her attention back to your other friends.
Just to be sure though, you take a quick looksie. No one behind you see matched the profile of your ex to your relief. It shocks you a little to find yourself holding your breath, it had been 2 years for fucks sake.
You suck your teeth at yourself and shake your head returning to the present. Saehee is basic doing limbo with how low she's going, you go over and start cheering her on to go even lower.
⪩⪨
You fan yourself slightly, starting to feel the heat of your prior movements. You're still on the dance floor but near the edge cause you stopped dancing. You feel the burning sensation of eyes on you. You had felt them earlier but you for some reason couldn't find who they belong to. There was just something about the feeling... It was hard to ignore. You move away just in time before someone accidentally hits you with their arm as they danced more violently than Saehee.
You wanted to snap because of the intense feeling of eyes you couldn't shake off. You look around again however this time your eyes meet someone else's. Your heart nearly stops and your mouth almost parts wide. His eye contact does not waver. You're frozen in place.
It is Seungmin.
Your ex.
What the fuck is he doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be in Seoul? You weren't... You weren't supposed to see him again.
Seungmin on the other hand shows no emotions indicating your presence had effected him. Instead he holds your eyes steady, it's hard for you to break away. It's like he wanted you to know that he had been here—watching you ever since you had felt the stares. He just sits near the bar alone, swirling a drink slowly as if he were hypnotizing someone.
Fuck.
Fuck!
You begin to panic. He... He still looks the same. Maybe that's what makes your heart ache more than it should. He was still your Seungmin. You blink rapidly. No. He wasn't yours, you had ended things. You had ended things. So why did he get to be the only calm and collected one in this situation? You suck in a sharp inhale through your nose and smoothed your skirt down. You promptly turn away.
You weren't about to let him ruin your night out with your friends.
Speaking of your friends, where did they run off to? The dance floor had suddenly gotten packed from the time window of your eyes holding contact. You decide to just stay where you were instead of joining the many bodies while searching for your friends. It would be easier for them to spot you on the outskirts of the crowd.
You knew the song playing so you didn't feel awkward swaying and singing along by yourself.
As you wait for your friends to make their appearance, eyes surveying the area. You notice a different set of eyes on you. A trio of guys. You couldn't hear their conversation but it was clear they were talking about you. You make eye contact with one of them, the look in his eye made you regret even looking his way. Your eyes snap away, attempting to ignore whatever just happened all while hoping you had just imagined the strange feeling.
It hadn't been a minute since the interaction when he, the guy approaches you. Your eyes widen nervously. He smirks down at you, tilting his head just a bit. He's a little shakey, clearly on something.
“What's a pretty girl like you dancing alone?” He asks.
“Oh, I'm not alone,” you say quickly, barely loud enough to hear over the music.
“Sure looks like you're alone to me. Lucky for you I'm a great dance partner.” He reaches out but you quickly lengthen a gap between you both.
“No thank you.”
“Come on woman, don't be like that.” His smirk gets bigger, leaning into your space. He reaches out again. “I can—”
“I have a boyfriend.” You blurt out. His face instantly drops into a scowl.
“I don't see him.” His arms cross. That's when his two friends begin to approach, they did not look any more friendly than he did. In fact they looked scarier than the man trying to hit on you.
You feel the same burning sensation of eyes on you, it feels stronger. You turn and make eye contact with Seungmin. Instantly you walk over to him before the guy's friends could reach you. You walk to him with no hesitation, fear driving you.
When you reach him, you couldn't even look him in the eye. You tap his shoe with your heel lightly. Wordlessly he spreads his legs just enough for you to stand between them, you lean against him for good measure.
You both watch the guys glare in your direction before moving over to the far end of the club, taking a hint. Your body relaxes in relief before tensing up again with realization of what you had just done.
You fucked up big time. Big big time. You remove yourself from him.
“I—” The words fall silent on your lips.
You couldn't say anything.
So of course —
you run.
You run all the way to the girls restroom in a panic. Why the fuck had you done that? And why didn't he stop you?!
You pace up and down the bathroom, muttering curses under your breath. Any random woman who stumbled into the bathroom thought you were on something but didn't question it. You just wanted to die in one of the bathroom stalls. Tears of panic blur your vision.
You don't know how long you were in the restroom...
⪩⪨
You don't drink. You never do. And yet here you are downing your next shot of tequila, mascara all messed up, tippy toeing your limit of alcohol intake. Miyeori tried to stop you but you couldn't take the feeling plunged in your stomach. She tells you she had seen the interaction with you and your ex and she assured you everything would be fine.
You didn't think so.
He was your ex and you shouldn't have even put him through that. It was pathetic really, you had ended things for both your own goods and now for the first time seeing him since the break up you go running to him for protection. Who the fuck does that? You apparently.
You tug at your hair in frustration, feeling that sickly complicated feeling back in your stomach again. On top of that you feel a little dizzy, you didn't know if you wanted to cry or scream—maybe both.
“I'll have another one,” You tell the bartender who gives you a look. Miyeori is about to say something but her lips snap shut.
“No, she won't be having another.” A voice that was all too familiar even now says behind you firmly. Your heart rate drops and basically deadlines.
To hear his voice in person right now almost undid everything you tried to ignore for the past two years. Almost. You suddenly better your posture.
“No don't listen to him—” Your stool violent swivels to face him. Your heart plummets down to your stomach, eyes wide just like your friend's.
“No you listen to me, Y/N! That's enough. Now come with me, we have some talking to do.” His hand grabs ahold of your wrist, leaving no room for argument. Miyeori watches as you get dragged by Seungmin to the exit.
Outside in the fresh air, your head clears a little. Your heart races as if it were running for it's life. You are so sure he can feel your pulse from his tight grip on your wrist. He leads you to the side of the building and corners you against the wall.
“Seungmin...” You gasp lightly.
“So you're just going to not talk to me at all? Were you going to drink the night away, leave and forget about me again?” Your lips part at his tone.
“I... I didn't forget about you. Besides we broke up remember?” You answer weakly. He chuckles bitterly, it sounded hurt.
“Why?” He knew the answer to that question, you didn't stay quiet about that when the break up happened.
“You know why. I didn't want to get in between your dreams, Seungmin. You love singing. And you did it. You made it. ...You don't need me.” You try to smile as if your own words didn't hurt you — slicing at something you didn't know you still had.
“Fuck Y/N, that's bullshit. You don't get to pick and choose what I need and what I don't.” He says frustratedly.
“I thought you moved on...” You say quietly, looking away.
“How could I move on?” He asks, emotions rising in his throat.
“First loves are easy to forget. And I bet you're busy now.”
“You're not just some first love, Y/N! You were— You are my other half, my soulmate, my light in the darkness. Do you know how hard it was just to live on without you? I still love you—”
“No- no, you're lying to yourself.” You butt in quickly. This wasn't supposed to go this way, wasnt supposed to happen.
“If I didn't still love you, why would I have this?” He promptly pulls out a chain tucked under his unbuttoned shirt. Attached to the chain was the his matching promise ring...
“W-why did you bring that?” Seeing the matching ring to yours which was hidden inside your bedside table right now brought up some feeling in your stomach.
“I didn't just bring it, Y/N. I wear it everyday, all day, and during every performance too. I didn't just put it on like I knew you were going to be here.” He scoffs knowing that's what you were thinking.
“I don't know what to say.” You look down.
Silence falls between you. You and him breath in sync, too close for people who claim to be exes. Somewhere in the distance someone's car is going off, the sound of shoes clicking on the pavement, and a dog barks repeatedly but you didn't hear it—too engrossed in the situation that forms a bubble, traping you both inside filled with tension and unspoken feelings. Your breath holds for however long the silence lasts. His lip twitches.
“Just tell me you don't love me anymore and I'll leave you alone.” Seungmin's tone changes as he lifts your chin up gently.
“I...” The words die on your tongue. You couldn't lie even if you wanted to. You did still love him. Seeing him again made you realize you were just lying to yourself all this time, you never had gotten over him. You never had moved on.
He leans in closer.
“Y/N you're my first love and also my last... I just want you, I want to make you happy. If you tell me to go, I will.” His lips almost brush yours as he speaks barely above a whisper. You swallow.
“I can't... But I also don't want to be a burden,” you whisper.
“You're not a burden, never were,” Seungmin assures. His eyelashes almost fan his cheeks when he looks down to your lips. His eyes snap right back up to yours. “Fuck— Can I kiss you?”
“Yes.” You answer before you could stop yourself. His lips connect with yours delicately, as if you weren't real and could fade away anytime from the simplest touch.
Sparks ignite at the contact, you feel right at home in the kiss. Damn, you missed him. Soft, gently, while also possessive. It felt like Seungmin alright. You were right, he's still your Seungmin. He gently breaks off the kiss, giving you one final peck as if to seal everything before moving back to give you some space.. His fingers go up to the very lips that had collided with yours, his lips part slightly.
“Let me take you home.”
“I— Okay.” You agree with not much convincing. There wasn't no turning back, you had fallen for him again. You tuck away the fears deep into the back of your mind. You wanted to do things right. And you didn't want to lose him once again.
He begins walking to leave the alleyway when you grab his sleeve. Seungmin pauses, turning to you. His head tilts slightly.
“I'm sorry.” You blurt out. You had no idea why you grabbed onto him, however the apologize just felt... right. “Genuinely. I'm sorry for the pain I must have left you with... I was scared and...”
You trail off when he takes ahold of your hand and squeezes it gently.
“You don't have to say anymore. I know. I know why you did it.. and I understand. I'm just happy that you want to give us a second chance.”
He doesn't let go of your hand after that. In fact he holds your hand the whole time while saying goodbye to your friends(they were quite surprised by the sight, you promised them a long phone call...), during the Uber drive back home, and he still holds your hand while walking you to your front door.
He is rather reluctant to let your hand go to part ways. You put your key in the lock and push your door open gently. You pause.
“...Do you want to stay the night?” Your voice is a little shakey. You just didn't want the night to end just yet, not when you had gotten him back. His face breaks into a warm smile.
“Of course.” And he ruffles your hair playfully, a gesture you didn't know you missed until now. “Lead the way, love.”
𝓰enre; seungmin x fem!reader, exs to lovers, first love, post breakup, bittersweet, second chance, cute ⸝⸝ 𝔀ord count; 2.7k ⸝⸝ 𝔀arnings; club scene, mentions of alcohol, creeps, fear, kissing, getting back with your ex(don't do it), petname(love), lemme know if I missed anything! ⸝⸝ 𝓻ead time; 10:09
김승민 ~ 𖤝⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺.₊⋆˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🍸🎤˚˖𓍢ִ💙˚.
💫ᝰ.ᐟ ignore the crappy title, I just got lazy <//3
ততততততততততততততততততততততততত
★ synopsis —
meeting your ex for the first time since your breakup unprepared turns your night down a path you never expected.
— ꒰ > ⋆ < ꒱
You don't drink, you never do. Getting drunk in public settings was something you weren't too fond of. It's not that you never tasted alcohol ever in your life, you did. Hell you had your fair share of the stuff. You knew your limits, what your preference was, and all else that you needed to know to know your way around liquor.
If you were to have a drink out in public you'd keep it to a minimum of one single cocktail. Never heavy.
You just didn't need a drink to have a good time with your girls.
The EDM music blares through the speakers and out into the young night. You and your friends jump around to the beat, you seem to be the only coordinated one—your friends ranged from tipsy to straight out wasted but none of you seem to mind. The different states of you each is just what seemed to make your group gain the attention of others.
Saehee yells into the air the lyrics of the next song the second the beat drops. You five automatically join along with her silly antics, screaming along all while dramatizing your dance moves, moving left to right accordingly.
You don't even remember what prompted this outing, it had been in the calendar for weeks before Ruha dragged everyone out by threatening to steal everyone's shoe laces when they least expected. It had done the trick well, no one doubted that she would indeed steal their laces. Ruha was crazy like that.
“Why didn't we do this sooner?!” Miyeori has to shout to be heard over the music as she leans closer to you. It had been awhile since the whole gang was able to hangout like this, you shrug.
“No fucking clue but we definitely needed this!” You say equally as loud. You had known Miyeori the longest, she—you would say, is the person that knows you the best.
You bump Miyeori with your hip playfully. She does the same, giggling in the process.
The song shifts into something calmer than the previous one but it was still pretty hype. You stretch your arms, getting ready to join Saehee in her dancing shenanigans when Miyeori taps your shoulder rapidly to get your attention.
“What?”
“Isn't that your ex?” She asks you. You don't even look to see who she was talking about, giving her a weird face.
“Girl, he lives hours from here” You tilt your head slightly. You feel a surge of complicated feelings rush up your throat but you push them away.
Thanks to Miyeori, your two week streak of not thinking about your ex had been crushed. You and him had ended on shakey terms, you hated how your brain replayed the moment at terrible times. You had to end things. That you'd always told yourself firmly. Besides he most certainly had forgotten about you by now, you were so sure on that fact—you used it as a tool to gaslight yourself into not loving him anymore. Miyeori shrugs, bringing her attention back to your other friends.
Just to be sure though, you take a quick looksie. No one behind you see matched the profile of your ex to your relief. It shocks you a little to find yourself holding your breath, it had been 2 years for fucks sake.
You suck your teeth at yourself and shake your head returning to the present. Saehee is basic doing limbo with how low she's going, you go over and start cheering her on to go even lower.
⪩⪨
You fan yourself slightly, starting to feel the heat of your prior movements. You're still on the dance floor but near the edge cause you stopped dancing. You feel the burning sensation of eyes on you. You had felt them earlier but you for some reason couldn't find who they belong to. There was just something about the feeling... It was hard to ignore. You move away just in time before someone accidentally hits you with their arm as they danced more violently than Saehee.
You wanted to snap because of the intense feeling of eyes you couldn't shake off. You look around again however this time your eyes meet someone else's. Your heart nearly stops and your mouth almost parts wide. His eye contact does not waver. You're frozen in place.
It is Seungmin.
Your ex.
What the fuck is he doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be in Seoul? You weren't... You weren't supposed to see him again.
Seungmin on the other hand shows no emotions indicating your presence had effected him. Instead he holds your eyes steady, it's hard for you to break away. It's like he wanted you to know that he had been here—watching you ever since you had felt the stares. He just sits near the bar alone, swirling a drink slowly as if he were hypnotizing someone.
Fuck.
Fuck!
You begin to panic. He... He still looks the same. Maybe that's what makes your heart ache more than it should. He was still your Seungmin. You blink rapidly. No. He wasn't yours, you had ended things. You had ended things. So why did he get to be the only calm and collected one in this situation? You suck in a sharp inhale through your nose and smoothed your skirt down. You promptly turn away.
You weren't about to let him ruin your night out with your friends.
Speaking of your friends, where did they run off to? The dance floor had suddenly gotten packed from the time window of your eyes holding contact. You decide to just stay where you were instead of joining the many bodies while searching for your friends. It would be easier for them to spot you on the outskirts of the crowd.
You knew the song playing so you didn't feel awkward swaying and singing along by yourself.
As you wait for your friends to make their appearance, eyes surveying the area. You notice a different set of eyes on you. A trio of guys. You couldn't hear their conversation but it was clear they were talking about you. You make eye contact with one of them, the look in his eye made you regret even looking his way. Your eyes snap away, attempting to ignore whatever just happened all while hoping you had just imagined the strange feeling.
It hadn't been a minute since the interaction when he, the guy approaches you. Your eyes widen nervously. He smirks down at you, tilting his head just a bit. He's a little shakey, clearly on something.
“What's a pretty girl like you dancing alone?” He asks.
“Oh, I'm not alone,” you say quickly, barely loud enough to hear over the music.
“Sure looks like you're alone to me. Lucky for you I'm a great dance partner.” He reaches out but you quickly lengthen a gap between you both.
“No thank you.”
“Come on woman, don't be like that.” His smirk gets bigger, leaning into your space. He reaches out again. “I can—”
“I have a boyfriend.” You blurt out. His face instantly drops into a scowl.
“I don't see him.” His arms cross. That's when his two friends begin to approach, they did not look any more friendly than he did. In fact they looked scarier than the man trying to hit on you.
You feel the same burning sensation of eyes on you, it feels stronger. You turn and make eye contact with Seungmin. Instantly you walk over to him before the guy's friends could reach you. You walk to him with no hesitation, fear driving you.
When you reach him, you couldn't even look him in the eye. You tap his shoe with your heel lightly. Wordlessly he spreads his legs just enough for you to stand between them, you lean against him for good measure.
You both watch the guys glare in your direction before moving over to the far end of the club, taking a hint. Your body relaxes in relief before tensing up again with realization of what you had just done.
You fucked up big time. Big big time. You remove yourself from him.
“I—” The words fall silent on your lips.
You couldn't say anything.
So of course —
you run.
You run all the way to the girls restroom in a panic. Why the fuck had you done that? And why didn't he stop you?!
You pace up and down the bathroom, muttering curses under your breath. Any random woman who stumbled into the bathroom thought you were on something but didn't question it. You just wanted to die in one of the bathroom stalls. Tears of panic blur your vision.
You don't know how long you were in the restroom...
⪩⪨
You don't drink. You never do. And yet here you are downing your next shot of tequila, mascara all messed up, tippy toeing your limit of alcohol intake. Miyeori tried to stop you but you couldn't take the feeling plunged in your stomach. She tells you she had seen the interaction with you and your ex and she assured you everything would be fine.
You didn't think so.
He was your ex and you shouldn't have even put him through that. It was pathetic really, you had ended things for both your own goods and now for the first time seeing him since the break up you go running to him for protection. Who the fuck does that? You apparently.
You tug at your hair in frustration, feeling that sickly complicated feeling back in your stomach again. On top of that you feel a little dizzy, you didn't know if you wanted to cry or scream—maybe both.
“I'll have another one,” You tell the bartender who gives you a look. Miyeori is about to say something but her lips snap shut.
“No, she won't be having another.” A voice that was all too familiar even now says behind you firmly. Your heart rate drops and basically deadlines.
To hear his voice in person right now almost undid everything you tried to ignore for the past two years. Almost. You suddenly better your posture.
“No don't listen to him—” Your stool violent swivels to face him. Your heart plummets down to your stomach, eyes wide just like your friend's.
“No you listen to me, Y/N! That's enough. Now come with me, we have some talking to do.” His hand grabs ahold of your wrist, leaving no room for argument. Miyeori watches as you get dragged by Seungmin to the exit.
Outside in the fresh air, your head clears a little. Your heart races as if it were running for it's life. You are so sure he can feel your pulse from his tight grip on your wrist. He leads you to the side of the building and corners you against the wall.
“Seungmin...” You gasp lightly.
“So you're just going to not talk to me at all? Were you going to drink the night away, leave and forget about me again?” Your lips part at his tone.
“I... I didn't forget about you. Besides we broke up remember?” You answer weakly. He chuckles bitterly, it sounded hurt.
“Why?” He knew the answer to that question, you didn't stay quiet about that when the break up happened.
“You know why. I didn't want to get in between your dreams, Seungmin. You love singing. And you did it. You made it. ...You don't need me.” You try to smile as if your own words didn't hurt you — slicing at something you didn't know you still had.
“Fuck Y/N, that's bullshit. You don't get to pick and choose what I need and what I don't.” He says frustratedly.
“I thought you moved on...” You say quietly, looking away.
“How could I move on?” He asks, emotions rising in his throat.
“First loves are easy to forget. And I bet you're busy now.”
“You're not just some first love, Y/N! You were— You are my other half, my soulmate, my light in the darkness. Do you know how hard it was just to live on without you? I still love you—”
“No- no, you're lying to yourself.” You butt in quickly. This wasn't supposed to go this way, wasnt supposed to happen.
“If I didn't still love you, why would I have this?” He promptly pulls out a chain tucked under his unbuttoned shirt. Attached to the chain was the his matching promise ring...
“W-why did you bring that?” Seeing the matching ring to yours which was hidden inside your bedside table right now brought up some feeling in your stomach.
“I didn't just bring it, Y/N. I wear it everyday, all day, and during every performance too. I didn't just put it on like I knew you were going to be here.” He scoffs knowing that's what you were thinking.
“I don't know what to say.” You look down.
Silence falls between you. You and him breath in sync, too close for people who claim to be exes. Somewhere in the distance someone's car is going off, the sound of shoes clicking on the pavement, and a dog barks repeatedly but you didn't hear it—too engrossed in the situation that forms a bubble, traping you both inside filled with tension and unspoken feelings. Your breath holds for however long the silence lasts. His lip twitches.
“Just tell me you don't love me anymore and I'll leave you alone.” Seungmin's tone changes as he lifts your chin up gently.
“I...” The words die on your tongue. You couldn't lie even if you wanted to. You did still love him. Seeing him again made you realize you were just lying to yourself all this time, you never had gotten over him. You never had moved on.
He leans in closer.
“Y/N you're my first love and also my last... I just want you, I want to make you happy. If you tell me to go, I will.” His lips almost brush yours as he speaks barely above a whisper. You swallow.
“I can't... But I also don't want to be a burden,” you whisper.
“You're not a burden, never were,” Seungmin assures. His eyelashes almost fan his cheeks when he looks down to your lips. His eyes snap right back up to yours. “Fuck— Can I kiss you?”
“Yes.” You answer before you could stop yourself. His lips connect with yours delicately, as if you weren't real and could fade away anytime from the simplest touch.
Sparks ignite at the contact, you feel right at home in the kiss. Damn, you missed him. Soft, gently, while also possessive. It felt like Seungmin alright. You were right, he's still your Seungmin. He gently breaks off the kiss, giving you one final peck as if to seal everything before moving back to give you some space.. His fingers go up to the very lips that had collided with yours, his lips part slightly.
“Let me take you home.”
“I— Okay.” You agree with not much convincing. There wasn't no turning back, you had fallen for him again. You tuck away the fears deep into the back of your mind. You wanted to do things right. And you didn't want to lose him once again.
He begins walking to leave the alleyway when you grab his sleeve. Seungmin pauses, turning to you. His head tilts slightly.
“I'm sorry.” You blurt out. You had no idea why you grabbed onto him, however the apologize just felt... right. “Genuinely. I'm sorry for the pain I must have left you with... I was scared and...”
You trail off when he takes ahold of your hand and squeezes it gently.
“You don't have to say anymore. I know. I know why you did it.. and I understand. I'm just happy that you want to give us a second chance.”
He doesn't let go of your hand after that. In fact he holds your hand the whole time while saying goodbye to your friends(they were quite surprised by the sight, you promised them a long phone call...), during the Uber drive back home, and he still holds your hand while walking you to your front door.
He is rather reluctant to let your hand go to part ways. You put your key in the lock and push your door open gently. You pause.
“...Do you want to stay the night?” Your voice is a little shakey. You just didn't want the night to end just yet, not when you had gotten him back. His face breaks into a warm smile.
“Of course.” And he ruffles your hair playfully, a gesture you didn't know you missed until now. “Lead the way, love.”
𝓰enre; seungmin x fem!reader, exs to lovers, first love, post breakup, bittersweet, second chance, cute ⸝⸝ 𝔀ord count; 2.7k ⸝⸝ 𝔀arnings; club scene, mentions of alcohol, creeps, fear, kissing, getting back with your ex(don't do it), petname(love), lemme know if I missed anything! ⸝⸝ 𝓻ead time; 10:09
김승민 ~ 𖤝⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺.₊⋆˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🍸🎤˚˖𓍢ִ💙˚.
💫ᝰ.ᐟ ignore the crappy title, I just got lazy <//3
ততততততততততততততততততততততততত
★ synopsis —
meeting your ex for the first time since your breakup unprepared turns your night down a path you never expected.
— ꒰ > ⋆ < ꒱
You don't drink, you never do. Getting drunk in public settings was something you weren't too fond of. It's not that you never tasted alcohol ever in your life, you did. Hell you had your fair share of the stuff. You knew your limits, what your preference was, and all else that you needed to know to know your way around liquor.
If you were to have a drink out in public you'd keep it to a minimum of one single cocktail. Never heavy.
You just didn't need a drink to have a good time with your girls.
The EDM music blares through the speakers and out into the young night. You and your friends jump around to the beat, you seem to be the only coordinated one—your friends ranged from tipsy to straight out wasted but none of you seem to mind. The different states of you each is just what seemed to make your group gain the attention of others.
Saehee yells into the air the lyrics of the next song the second the beat drops. You five automatically join along with her silly antics, screaming along all while dramatizing your dance moves, moving left to right accordingly.
You don't even remember what prompted this outing, it had been in the calendar for weeks before Ruha dragged everyone out by threatening to steal everyone's shoe laces when they least expected. It had done the trick well, no one doubted that she would indeed steal their laces. Ruha was crazy like that.
“Why didn't we do this sooner?!” Miyeori has to shout to be heard over the music as she leans closer to you. It had been awhile since the whole gang was able to hangout like this, you shrug.
“No fucking clue but we definitely needed this!” You say equally as loud. You had known Miyeori the longest, she—you would say, is the person that knows you the best.
You bump Miyeori with your hip playfully. She does the same, giggling in the process.
The song shifts into something calmer than the previous one but it was still pretty hype. You stretch your arms, getting ready to join Saehee in her dancing shenanigans when Miyeori taps your shoulder rapidly to get your attention.
“What?”
“Isn't that your ex?” She asks you. You don't even look to see who she was talking about, giving her a weird face.
“Girl, he lives hours from here” You tilt your head slightly. You feel a surge of complicated feelings rush up your throat but you push them away.
Thanks to Miyeori, your two week streak of not thinking about your ex had been crushed. You and him had ended on shakey terms, you hated how your brain replayed the moment at terrible times. You had to end things. That you'd always told yourself firmly. Besides he most certainly had forgotten about you by now, you were so sure on that fact—you used it as a tool to gaslight yourself into not loving him anymore. Miyeori shrugs, bringing her attention back to your other friends.
Just to be sure though, you take a quick looksie. No one behind you see matched the profile of your ex to your relief. It shocks you a little to find yourself holding your breath, it had been 2 years for fucks sake.
You suck your teeth at yourself and shake your head returning to the present. Saehee is basic doing limbo with how low she's going, you go over and start cheering her on to go even lower.
⪩⪨
You fan yourself slightly, starting to feel the heat of your prior movements. You're still on the dance floor but near the edge cause you stopped dancing. You feel the burning sensation of eyes on you. You had felt them earlier but you for some reason couldn't find who they belong to. There was just something about the feeling... It was hard to ignore. You move away just in time before someone accidentally hits you with their arm as they danced more violently than Saehee.
You wanted to snap because of the intense feeling of eyes you couldn't shake off. You look around again however this time your eyes meet someone else's. Your heart nearly stops and your mouth almost parts wide. His eye contact does not waver. You're frozen in place.
It is Seungmin.
Your ex.
What the fuck is he doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be in Seoul? You weren't... You weren't supposed to see him again.
Seungmin on the other hand shows no emotions indicating your presence had effected him. Instead he holds your eyes steady, it's hard for you to break away. It's like he wanted you to know that he had been here—watching you ever since you had felt the stares. He just sits near the bar alone, swirling a drink slowly as if he were hypnotizing someone.
Fuck.
Fuck!
You begin to panic. He... He still looks the same. Maybe that's what makes your heart ache more than it should. He was still your Seungmin. You blink rapidly. No. He wasn't yours, you had ended things. You had ended things. So why did he get to be the only calm and collected one in this situation? You suck in a sharp inhale through your nose and smoothed your skirt down. You promptly turn away.
You weren't about to let him ruin your night out with your friends.
Speaking of your friends, where did they run off to? The dance floor had suddenly gotten packed from the time window of your eyes holding contact. You decide to just stay where you were instead of joining the many bodies while searching for your friends. It would be easier for them to spot you on the outskirts of the crowd.
You knew the song playing so you didn't feel awkward swaying and singing along by yourself.
As you wait for your friends to make their appearance, eyes surveying the area. You notice a different set of eyes on you. A trio of guys. You couldn't hear their conversation but it was clear they were talking about you. You make eye contact with one of them, the look in his eye made you regret even looking his way. Your eyes snap away, attempting to ignore whatever just happened all while hoping you had just imagined the strange feeling.
It hadn't been a minute since the interaction when he, the guy approaches you. Your eyes widen nervously. He smirks down at you, tilting his head just a bit. He's a little shakey, clearly on something.
“What's a pretty girl like you dancing alone?” He asks.
“Oh, I'm not alone,” you say quickly, barely loud enough to hear over the music.
“Sure looks like you're alone to me. Lucky for you I'm a great dance partner.” He reaches out but you quickly lengthen a gap between you both.
“No thank you.”
“Come on woman, don't be like that.” His smirk gets bigger, leaning into your space. He reaches out again. “I can—”
“I have a boyfriend.” You blurt out. His face instantly drops into a scowl.
“I don't see him.” His arms cross. That's when his two friends begin to approach, they did not look any more friendly than he did. In fact they looked scarier than the man trying to hit on you.
You feel the same burning sensation of eyes on you, it feels stronger. You turn and make eye contact with Seungmin. Instantly you walk over to him before the guy's friends could reach you. You walk to him with no hesitation, fear driving you.
When you reach him, you couldn't even look him in the eye. You tap his shoe with your heel lightly. Wordlessly he spreads his legs just enough for you to stand between them, you lean against him for good measure.
You both watch the guys glare in your direction before moving over to the far end of the club, taking a hint. Your body relaxes in relief before tensing up again with realization of what you had just done.
You fucked up big time. Big big time. You remove yourself from him.
“I—” The words fall silent on your lips.
You couldn't say anything.
So of course —
you run.
You run all the way to the girls restroom in a panic. Why the fuck had you done that? And why didn't he stop you?!
You pace up and down the bathroom, muttering curses under your breath. Any random woman who stumbled into the bathroom thought you were on something but didn't question it. You just wanted to die in one of the bathroom stalls. Tears of panic blur your vision.
You don't know how long you were in the restroom...
⪩⪨
You don't drink. You never do. And yet here you are downing your next shot of tequila, mascara all messed up, tippy toeing your limit of alcohol intake. Miyeori tried to stop you but you couldn't take the feeling plunged in your stomach. She tells you she had seen the interaction with you and your ex and she assured you everything would be fine.
You didn't think so.
He was your ex and you shouldn't have even put him through that. It was pathetic really, you had ended things for both your own goods and now for the first time seeing him since the break up you go running to him for protection. Who the fuck does that? You apparently.
You tug at your hair in frustration, feeling that sickly complicated feeling back in your stomach again. On top of that you feel a little dizzy, you didn't know if you wanted to cry or scream—maybe both.
“I'll have another one,” You tell the bartender who gives you a look. Miyeori is about to say something but her lips snap shut.
“No, she won't be having another.” A voice that was all too familiar even now says behind you firmly. Your heart rate drops and basically deadlines.
To hear his voice in person right now almost undid everything you tried to ignore for the past two years. Almost. You suddenly better your posture.
“No don't listen to him—” Your stool violent swivels to face him. Your heart plummets down to your stomach, eyes wide just like your friend's.
“No you listen to me, Y/N! That's enough. Now come with me, we have some talking to do.” His hand grabs ahold of your wrist, leaving no room for argument. Miyeori watches as you get dragged by Seungmin to the exit.
Outside in the fresh air, your head clears a little. Your heart races as if it were running for it's life. You are so sure he can feel your pulse from his tight grip on your wrist. He leads you to the side of the building and corners you against the wall.
“Seungmin...” You gasp lightly.
“So you're just going to not talk to me at all? Were you going to drink the night away, leave and forget about me again?” Your lips part at his tone.
“I... I didn't forget about you. Besides we broke up remember?” You answer weakly. He chuckles bitterly, it sounded hurt.
“Why?” He knew the answer to that question, you didn't stay quiet about that when the break up happened.
“You know why. I didn't want to get in between your dreams, Seungmin. You love singing. And you did it. You made it. ...You don't need me.” You try to smile as if your own words didn't hurt you — slicing at something you didn't know you still had.
“Fuck Y/N, that's bullshit. You don't get to pick and choose what I need and what I don't.” He says frustratedly.
“I thought you moved on...” You say quietly, looking away.
“How could I move on?” He asks, emotions rising in his throat.
“First loves are easy to forget. And I bet you're busy now.”
“You're not just some first love, Y/N! You were— You are my other half, my soulmate, my light in the darkness. Do you know how hard it was just to live on without you? I still love you—”
“No- no, you're lying to yourself.” You butt in quickly. This wasn't supposed to go this way, wasnt supposed to happen.
“If I didn't still love you, why would I have this?” He promptly pulls out a chain tucked under his unbuttoned shirt. Attached to the chain was the his matching promise ring...
“W-why did you bring that?” Seeing the matching ring to yours which was hidden inside your bedside table right now brought up some feeling in your stomach.
“I didn't just bring it, Y/N. I wear it everyday, all day, and during every performance too. I didn't just put it on like I knew you were going to be here.” He scoffs knowing that's what you were thinking.
“I don't know what to say.” You look down.
Silence falls between you. You and him breath in sync, too close for people who claim to be exes. Somewhere in the distance someone's car is going off, the sound of shoes clicking on the pavement, and a dog barks repeatedly but you didn't hear it—too engrossed in the situation that forms a bubble, traping you both inside filled with tension and unspoken feelings. Your breath holds for however long the silence lasts. His lip twitches.
“Just tell me you don't love me anymore and I'll leave you alone.” Seungmin's tone changes as he lifts your chin up gently.
“I...” The words die on your tongue. You couldn't lie even if you wanted to. You did still love him. Seeing him again made you realize you were just lying to yourself all this time, you never had gotten over him. You never had moved on.
He leans in closer.
“Y/N you're my first love and also my last... I just want you, I want to make you happy. If you tell me to go, I will.” His lips almost brush yours as he speaks barely above a whisper. You swallow.
“I can't... But I also don't want to be a burden,” you whisper.
“You're not a burden, never were,” Seungmin assures. His eyelashes almost fan his cheeks when he looks down to your lips. His eyes snap right back up to yours. “Fuck— Can I kiss you?”
“Yes.” You answer before you could stop yourself. His lips connect with yours delicately, as if you weren't real and could fade away anytime from the simplest touch.
Sparks ignite at the contact, you feel right at home in the kiss. Damn, you missed him. Soft, gently, while also possessive. It felt like Seungmin alright. You were right, he's still your Seungmin. He gently breaks off the kiss, giving you one final peck as if to seal everything before moving back to give you some space.. His fingers go up to the very lips that had collided with yours, his lips part slightly.
“Let me take you home.”
“I— Okay.” You agree with not much convincing. There wasn't no turning back, you had fallen for him again. You tuck away the fears deep into the back of your mind. You wanted to do things right. And you didn't want to lose him once again.
He begins walking to leave the alleyway when you grab his sleeve. Seungmin pauses, turning to you. His head tilts slightly.
“I'm sorry.” You blurt out. You had no idea why you grabbed onto him, however the apologize just felt... right. “Genuinely. I'm sorry for the pain I must have left you with... I was scared and...”
You trail off when he takes ahold of your hand and squeezes it gently.
“You don't have to say anymore. I know. I know why you did it.. and I understand. I'm just happy that you want to give us a second chance.”
He doesn't let go of your hand after that. In fact he holds your hand the whole time while saying goodbye to your friends(they were quite surprised by the sight, you promised them a long phone call...), during the Uber drive back home, and he still holds your hand while walking you to your front door.
He is rather reluctant to let your hand go to part ways. You put your key in the lock and push your door open gently. You pause.
“...Do you want to stay the night?” Your voice is a little shakey. You just didn't want the night to end just yet, not when you had gotten him back. His face breaks into a warm smile.
“Of course.” And he ruffles your hair playfully, a gesture you didn't know you missed until now. “Lead the way, love.”
