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part two 🏵️ sugar baby!Seungmin x sugar mama!reader
wc: 6.6k rating: mature/explicit/mdni contains: sex/oral sex, drinking/drunkenness, shy subby seungmin, softer than initially intended reader because min is too cute to not get his way, sometimes dialogue heavy as they figure each other out~ comments: part 2 was almost twice this length, so I'm splitting it up (๑⸝⸝⸝๑ " ) ( @lashaemorow I almost forgot you wanted to be tagged ♥️)
🏵️ PART 1 (requested by @lillymochilover) 🏵️ MASTERLIST
“Huh? Do I…yes.” The invitation brings him closer and closer, and waiting for permission makes sitting at the edge of his orgasm feel so much more intense. Is that what he’s going to wait on, your permission? “Can I?”
—
Seungmin stares at the box at his feet, filled to the top with his most important things, but there’s still more to pack. Luckily, Jin isn’t home to nag and question him about what he’s up to, but he needs to be quick. Just the necessities for now, and he can come back tomorrow for the rest.
The money you promised still sits on his bedside table, still sealed in the envelope because he watched you slip a stack of twenty and fifty dollar bills in there. Cash for now, you told him, but I can transfer it in the future. He grabs it and feels the weight in his hand, rips it open, and counts…
Two hundred dollars in twenties…1, 2, 3…14, 15, 16. “This is a thousand.” He counts again to make sure. Between today and last night, you’ve given him $1,100 for taking off his clothes and letting you suck his dick. His legs are still a little weak from that. You took your time, reminding him of the contract clause he definitely read but didn’t think much of at the time: Nobody touches you but me. It makes sense, because the contract also says you’ll offer him the same courtesy. His copy is folded neatly and tucked into the same envelope, and your signature is just below his.
His phone buzzes, and he thinks it might be you—Seungmin expects you to take advantage of him being on call 24/7. And he’s right.
“do you like to eat out?”
Is that an innuendo, or a food question? Another text comes through.
“Where, I mean…for dinner”
He struggles on his last trip up the staircase, suitcase dragging behind him. Apparently he has and needs more clothes than he thought, and he brought nearly everything with him. A month is a long time, and he forgot to check for a laundry room when he was here.
“I could have helped.” You shout up softly, but Seungmin doesn’t stop and look back until he reaches the landing. It takes him a moment to catch his breath, and now you see the two other boxes he brought. “l can still help.”
“It’s okay, you don’t have to.”
“I wanna make sure you’re comfortable. And you didn’t reply, so I also came for your answer.”
Forgetting to text you back is probably not a good look. That thousand dollars is sitting heavy in his pocket right now. “I’m sorry, I’ll be better at answering. I promise.”
You ignore that and meet him at the top of the steps. “There’s a Japanese restaurant not far from here I’ve always wanted to try.” Silence. Seungmin is searching for the key you gave him hours ago with no luck. “Unless you prefer Korean. I’m not picky.” You pull yours out and slide it in the lock.
“I think I left it at the apartment.”
“That’s okay. We’ll get it later.”
He’s failing miserably at earning his money so far, and even if he wasn’t being paid, he wouldn’t have you carry his things for him. Seungmin was raised to treat women like delicate creatures, and though he knows that it's not always necessary, it’s a hard habit to break. It was also drilled into him that he, the man, should be the one making money and caring for his wife. You clearly don’t want that. “I haven’t had good Korean food in a while.” His stomach grumbles loudly at the thought, and you laugh when you hear it.
“Meet me downstairs when you’re ready.”
“Oh, I think you gave me too much money earlier.” He lowers his voice, as if someone is around to hear about the transaction. “You said nine hundred, and—"
“I gave you a grand? Yeah, I know. That was a little bonus.”
“Bonus for what?”
Your eyes drop to his hips, “it’s worth more than that, but we’ll work that out later.”
“I got extra for my…” He shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he looks down at himself. “You’re paying me more because I have a big dick?”
His smile is the widest it’s been since you met him, and it’s a good look. You’re confident he’ll stick around when he gets a taste of what you can give him. “I’m providing you with a better incentive to stay, because you have something I want.”
So you like him because of his size, or you just like him more? Will you feel the same if he doesn’t satisfy you in bed? Seungmin isn’t sure he can take that hit to his ego, because he isn’t very experienced. You sound all business between cute comments and offers to help, so if he doesn’t do his best, he may only have the month if you decide he’s not the right fit. Big or not, he has to use it well. Now he’s nervous.
“Is that a problem?”
“No! It’s not. Thank you. I’m…uhm—” Glad you like it? It almost comes out. Seungmin doesn’t know what the appropriate response is to a compliment like that. He looks at you—you’re smiling, but you look a little impatient and ready to head for the door. “I’m glad you like it.” He whispers.
“Looking forward to it.”
You turn and leave before he can respond, and ten minutes later he decides he’s as ready as he’s going to be. For the first time in a while, not counting the night before, he’s scrutinizing everything in the mirror. His posture (he stands up straight and does a spin, just like he did for you earlier today), his skinny arms, and the tiny red spot growing on his cheek. There might be some pimple patches in his bathroom box, if he’s lucky. Does his hair need re-styled? No, maybe just a tousle. Is this shirt okay? It’s fine. It’s plain, but it’s relatively new and clean. Good enough for dinner.
You’re waiting patiently, wiping down the bar and chatting with an employee when he finally descends the steps. He can’t make out the conversation, but the two of you are close and giggling about something. The idea that it’s about him and what’s going on between his legs pops into (and then out of) his head immediately—he doesn’t think you’re that immature, and there’s an entire section of your contract about keeping this between the two of you.
“Hey, you ready?”
“Yes.” He nods curtly because he doesn’t want the nature of his sudden appearance to be too obvious. But he did just walk down the stairs from your apartment.
“This is our new upstairs tenant.” He hears you say casually. “Seungmin, this is the lead at this location. You’ll probably see her in passing a lot.”
“Hi. I’ll apologize now for Friday and Saturday nights.”
“I’m sure I’ll get used to it. Nice to meet you.”
“I’m gonna show him the area…laundromat and all that. I might see you later tonight.”
A convincing little fib, but you probably planned ahead for a few accidental interactions. The girl just nods and smiles before getting back to prepping for a slow Sunday night, and Seungmin follows behind you without another word.
“Did you decide what you want for dinner?”
“There’s a place called Somaek I haven’t tried yet.”
“Somaek it is.
You swirl your glass and hold it up to your nose. It’s a habit you can’t break when it comes to food and drinks, but Seungmin doesn’t bat an eye at it. In fact, he lifts his glass and does the same. “Do you want an orange slice? I can ask for one—sillyehabnida…”
He gets the servers attention easily. You start to wonder if he doesn’t get much opportunity to speak Korean being abroad, and what little he did speak was with his former roommate.
“Orenji jogag jom jusil su issnayo?” The server nods and turns, and then Seungmin smiles at you. Now that the moment has passed, he wonders if it was too forward…but, you smirk right back at him. “Deo joyonghi haeya halkka? Gunggeumhaeyo.”
“I don’t know a single word of Korean, but I like hearing you speak it.”
“I was wondering if you’d prefer me quiet. Less forward.” He says softly.
“Not at all. You can take the lead here. I want you to order for me, whatever you think I might like.”
Seungmin grabs an orange wedge and squeezes it into your somaek. “Have you ever eaten Korean food?”
“Nothing very authentic.”
“It seems authentic here. Do you like spicy?”
“I do.”
He had a feeling you might. “Okay, I’ll order us some banchan to start.”
“Ban…chan?”
“Side dishes. A few of those, and then our main dish.”
You lean forward, slide your palms across the table, and your fingers stop just short of his. The silver ring on his middle finger shines as he fidgets, probably wondering if you’re going to move closer and touch. You’re taking him back to your apartment after this, you’ve decided, but you still don’t know exactly what will happen. He might end up being the real main dish, because you intend to cash in on this first week as soon as possible, but playing it a little bit safe might help in the long run. The blowjob made you want more, though, and he liked it. “Sounds good. And I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
Seungmin throws back several drinks tonight, but he still seems sharp after three and a half somaeks. It must be all the rice and pancakes…panjeon, soaking it up. He’s an enthusiastic eater, and he’s taken care of most of the two shared entrees he’s ordered. “We can take some with us. Do you want to order lunch for tomorrow?”
“Oh, you mean order more to-go?”
“Sure. We’ll probably get through all of this, but since you still need to get some groceries, I can at least make sure you have something good to eat tomorrow.”
“I forgot I need groceries. And you haven’t had much, I must look so greedy eating all of this.”
He flinches when you slide your foot against his shin. You don’t want to admit to him how tipsy you’re feeling, but you’ll have to when you call a ride to take you home. “No, you’re hungry and probably miss good Korean food. Eat as much as you want.”
“I am getting pretty full.” He swallows down the last of his drink and sighs. “I ate too much.”
“Feeling sleepy?” Hopefully not. By the time you get home the drink will have faded away, and maybe he’ll have successfully digested some of what he ate. Tipsy feels nice, though. You might have another drink when you get back. Seungmin smiles sweetly and shakes his head. “Would you like to come back to my place for a bit? I understand if you’d rather get settled in, so you can tell me no. No pay cut.”
It is still early. There’s plenty of time to settle in tomorrow, seeing as how he has no tutoring sessions to worry about. “No, I’ll come with you.” If he spends some time with you tonight, most of tomorrow might belong to him. Seungmin has no regrets about signing your contract, but it’s a relief that he has a month to test this out. “I’m ready when you are.”
You probably don’t look drunk, but Seungmin doesn’t question you leaving your car behind. He watches you closely as you drop your keys on the table, slide off your shoes, and then your jacket. He does the same, and doesn’t say a word, just follows you closely into the living room where you stop and open a small cabinet door. The alcohol is still holding on, making his head light, and his limbs heavy, but it’s fading fast.
Out comes a small bottle of alcohol, maybe whiskey, and you take it into the kitchen. Seungmin keeps following, suddenly feeling like a helpless puppy with no direction.
“Do you want another drink?”
“What are you having?” He asks, still following along as you fill your glass with ice. “Whiskey and coke?”
“Am I already that predictable?”
“Yeah, I’ll have one.”
Before you make his, you find a shot glass and fill it just before it hits the rim. It disappears down your throat, and then you fill it again. “…if you want.”
Seungmin throws it back quickly. There is no pressure, but his somaek's faded quickly, and he thinks being a little tipsy would be good right now. He’s nervous about how the night will continue to play out. Nervous, curious, and a little excited.
“Did you get everything moved? It didn’t seem like you had much.”
Seungmin sips his drink before the bubbles settle, and then takes two big gulps. “Most of it. I’ll get the rest tomorrow.”
Silence takes over. All that’s left is the sound of sipping, and the clink of glass on the marble countertop. You’re not sure if you want to break it yet, but you do want to reach out and touch him. Fingers tap gently against your glass instead, maybe anxiously…but you don’t admit that to yourself. No, you just push through it. Once things are set in motion, they’ll just keep going. “Seungmin…”
“Yes?” He answers quickly and waits for your response.
“You’re only here for a semester, right?. Where in Korea are you from?”
“One, maybe two. I grew up right outside of Seoul, but I go to school in Busan. I like it there. Are you from here?”
“No, you might notice I lack the accent. I stuck around after graduating.” He prepares to speak, and you think you know what he’s going to ask. “I didn’t graduate from your school. I’m not sure how I ended up catering to rich Ivy League kids, no offense.”
“Oh, none…taken. Everyone does seem to be very comfortable here. With money. I’m not sure how I was allowed in.”
Seungmin lets you top his drink off, and you do the same for your own. “Because you’re smart. Smart and hardworking, that makes them look good.” It’s getting more difficult to hold back, and he’s looking better with each passing moment. The hair he carefully styled is starting to break loose and sweep across his forehead, and every time he shakes the strands away, more falls out of place.
“It’s rough.” He shoves both hands in his hair to push it away from his face, and then he stretches. The vision of him shirtless returns to you; his chest, his shoulders, his back as the muscles flexed. The second strip; his warm skin, long legs…
You close your eyes and wait for the right moment. “I’m sure.”
It’s coming. Maybe Seungmin is remembering how much work it takes, or how much it used to take. That’s not the case now. Finally, you reach out and take his hand in yours. He leans in and laughs softly when your lips touch his knuckles, and when he squeezes back, you wonder why you put this damn counter between you. You move without thinking, round the corner with his hand still gripping yours. His lips part ever so slightly to let his tongue poke out, but he smiles when he realizes and tucks it back in. Next comes the subtle consent, because you can only have fun if he is too, so you ask him with your eyes—a slow blink, a glance toward the cracked bedroom door. Seungmin stands. Despite his average height and the softness he so easily exudes, his mien says 6’3, ready to lift and throw you onto the bed.
As soon as he’s on his feet, he can feel the whiskey move to his head, so it takes a moment to focus. Now…now what? Am I doing this, or are you? Either way is good, but he needs to know. You are really cute, he thinks with a smirk, thoughts and hesitancy flying in and out of him so fast he can’t pin anything down, and then without waiting for a complete, sober thought, Seungmin leans down and kisses you.
A kiss? Idiot. That’s not what she’s standing here waiting for. The ache between his legs reminds him of where this should be going, but he can’t just pull back now. He doesn’t have to. You kiss back as if you were waiting for it, open mouth, tongue dancing contentedly with his. Seungmin releases you, but lets you pull him in for one more kiss before that lost puppy feeling returns.
His new confidence completes this. You knew he was getting more comfortable, but this is what you hoped for; eagerness, excitement…a very obvious erection pressed against you. A gentle tug on his shirt, and he’s following obediently toward the bedroom. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch him pulling off his first layer. “Let me…” you slide both arms around his waist, and when he smiles, you lift his t-shirt up, slowly, admiring the soft lines of his waist and chest as he’s revealed to you again.
Seungmin’s hands fall to the waistband of his jeans, but he stops himself, crosses his arms over his stomach, and laughs nervously. If he gets too nervous now, tonight won’t go at all how you expect it to. He has a vision of you kicking him out, shredding the contract, and pretending this never happened. No, just breath…in and out. You want this, too. He does, and the ache of his erection is proof of that. Nerves or not, it’s still there, ready for whatever you want to do with it. Your hands are warm on him, and maybe you’re nervous, too, because they feel damp against his skin. It’s a relief—it slows him down just enough. A kiss on his chest, and then a laugh as you fumble with his button put him even more at ease. “I can help.” He whispers, and you laugh again.
“I got it.”
The slow pull of his zipper, his jeans loose around his hips, and then his thighs…you’re too busy touching and admiring his cock to finish undressing him, but Seungmin is patient. This feels good, and he lets you know. “How do you—” His voice strains from the touch. “Uh…like it? How do you want me?”
“Oh, good question. Better question is…how do I want it first?”
He’s so cold when you release him and walk away, but there’s no need to rush. Seungmin has to remember—it’s Sunday, he’s on the clock, and the thought almost makes him laugh out loud.
“Let’s try this one.”
The pull of the fabric and the release of his dick makes him groan again, and the act of you gently rolling the condom onto him makes his legs shake. He needs to get a grip, but your soft touch takes him back to your office a few hours ago. The warm squeeze of your throat, your fingers kneading into his thighs as he watched your head move back and forth so smoothly. Seungmin has never had anyone suck his cock so hungrily, or so well. He’s never lasted that long, and he’s never finished so embarrassingly loud as he did for you.
“Now, first...” You back away, but keep your eyes fixed on his as you begin to undress and find the edge of the bed. “Get over here.”
It doesn’t take much to figure out what you want, naked and flat on your back, knees bent, but opening and closing very casually…putting on a demure act. He looks over your naked body—the curve of your ass and hips, the pull of skin over your ribs as you stretch your arms above your head. He can see the faint stretch marks on your thighs when the light hits them, and he briefly wonders if you don’t like them. He hopes not, but shakes the thought away as his knees sink into the mattress. You open wide enough for him to slide between your legs, and his heart starts pounding again. His cock twitches at the sight of you, swollen and hungry, when your thighs open even wider.
“Can I…” Seungmin grabs them and holds you open. His tongue swipes the corner of his lips, and he disappears between them the moment you nod.
“Good.” You purr and roll your hips against his tongue as it circles your sensitive clit. Too sensitive—this boy is making you too horny, and you’ve barely gotten started. “You already know what I like, don’t you baby?”
He groans and bats his eyelashes when he looks up at you, lips soft as he gently explores. Seungmin flattens his tongue and laps up the arousal he’s getting out of you, and it tastes good. He wants more, and you squirm like you want it, too, but his cock is desperate for your attention. There is no protest when he pulls away, but you watch intently as he readies himself, slides his head between your wet, silky lips, and pushes in slowly. The heat and the pressure makes him buck his hips forward, but the sound you make is a cry for more. Still, he’s patient as every inch slides in, and he’s not just concerned about your comfort. Seungmin hasn’t had sex in a while, and every toy he’s tried in the last few months is nothing compared to this. He can feel you squeeze him even tighter when his hips finally meet yours.
“That’s it…nice and slow.”
“You like it slow?” He whispers. Good. Nice and slow is exactly what he needs, and hopefully what he can give. But control might be difficult, because you’re taking his cock just as easily as your mouth did. “How’s that?” Seungmin can see the grip you have on him as he pulls out, and each slow push makes him dizzy with pleasure.
“Mhm…I like…you.”
You like him, yeah, and you like his pretty face, but your eyes drop to his dick as it disappears, inch by inch, and Seungmin loves you watching. You jump and whimper when he pushes deeper, using his new grip on your thighs for leverage. He doesn’t ask if it was too much, but he is more careful with each stroke. And each stroke is faster and faster until he’s not sure he can hold on much longer.
“Get on your back.”
Hhe obeys without hesitation. Whatever you want from him. Seungmin pulls out and carefully crawls to the empty space next to you, and for the brief moment you’re side by side, shoulder to shoulder, you let out a satisfied laugh, and it feels romantic. The thought is pushed away, just a little, as you straddle him and wrap a hand around his cock. You’re going to ride him, and he’s going to make you come like this, because the moment you slide onto him, he knows he’s hitting you in just the right spot.
Your moan is low and deep as you start to move. “Mmm…I like you…so much…so fucking good.”
Seungmin licks his thumb and grazes your clit, making your clench around him and move faster. You’re ready—he can see the want in your eyes as you stare him down, panting between words and whimpers.
“Aah fuck…god…don’t stop…feels so fucking—" Your eyes roll back as you arch and grind into his fingers. "...so good."
Even as you slow down, his thumb keeps moving, and his hips lift to fuck you as you come down from your orgasm. The wet, messy sound your bodies make as they meet, the grip on his cock, the desperate sounds as you start to bounce again…maybe he can make you come one more time before he can’t hold back any longer. “More?”
"yes… yes"
He can barely hear you through the moans and ragged breaths, yours and his. But he can’t come yet. You first, and second…it’s only fair—but it’s almost impossible holding back when he sees what he’s doing to you. Seungmin has never fucked anyone so enthusiastic, so quietly loud. Your cries and moans are just for him. Even if it’s a little bit of an act, he still likes it. If he’s making you feel half as good as it seems, then he’s doing a damn good job.
“You wanna come?”
“Huh? Do I…yes...” The invitation brings him closer and closer, and waiting for permission makes sitting at the edge of his orgasm feel so much more intense. Is that what he’s going to wait on, your permission? “Can I?”
You slow down as soon as he asks, pull away, and let yourself fall next to him again. Both of you are out of breath, sweating, panting, eyeing each other in the darkness. The bed shifts as he gets between your legs for a second time, but he doesn’t wait for any more direction. The slick push of his cock still sends a twinge of pain through you, but it’s gone just as quickly. He touches softly, and the second orgasm pulses through your clit. This one is somehow better than the first, deeper, more intense, and despite your choked, restrained whine, you can see the knowing in his smile.
His is quiet, too, but you can feel it in the roll of his hips. The grip on your thighs could draw blood, but he eases up and sighs with so much relief. The tension in his body is gone, and all that remains are a few more lazy, satisfied pumps as he finishes emptying himself.
“Sorry.” He pants, but you’re distracted by the flex of his stomach as he catches his breath. “I can usually last longer, I’m sorry.”
“Seungmin…” His glossy eyes shoot between your gaze and the slow movements of him pulling out. “I’m good for two, sometimes three before I get a little overstimulated…so that was perfect."
“It was.” a tipsy sounding laugh answers for him, but he still searches for the right word. “Can we do it again?”
The walk back to his new apartment is a quick one, but his hips and thighs burn the whole way there. He felt silly asking to go another round, especially after you told him how quickly you get overstimulated, but you obliged anyway. You didn’t have to, and he knows you would have no problem denying him if you’re no longer in the mood.
Seungmin gets down next to you again and waits for an answer, heart and cock still pulsing with blood, face warm and probably bright red. “We don’t have to.”
“No, no…”
He’s relieved when you speak, and when you turn on your side to look at him. One round cheek is squished in the hand propping you up, and Seungmin thinks you look even prettier post-sex, but you go quiet again as you study his naked body. What are you thinking? Do you like it? He hopes you do, even though he sometimes hates looking in the mirror.
“I’m good, but sometimes right after sex, I’m…kind of over sex. Especially after a good orgasm.”
“Huh?”
“It’s not you, it’s just me...post-nut clarity, or something. It's stupid.”
Seungmin does his best to not sound personally offended when he laughs. “No, I think I get it.”
“I start feel distant from the person in bed with me afterward, like they saw too much and now I need to hide myself for a while.”
A moment of understanding hits, and now what you’re getting at is making more sense to him. “You’re feeling that now?” This is likely not something you would talk about after a random one night stand, he realizes that.
“No. But not feeling it right now is a little strange, I guess.”
The blanket is draped around you, though, and even if you’re not feeling distant or strange from baring everything to him, you are obviously a little uneasy. The urge to ask something very personal is strong, but Seungmin holds back for now.
“Why don’t you go take that off, clean up…and come back.” You nod toward the spent condom still hanging onto his softening erection.
He laughs at himself as he unlocks his new front door (there was a moment of worry that the key wouldn’t work), shuts it behind him, and sighs as he looks at the mostly empty room. All he expected tonight was food and sex, which wore him out plenty, but dwelling on the rest is what’s really wearing him out.
The t-shirt you throw on is a few sizes too big, and the hem reaches your thighs…just enough to hide your body, but as soon as he hits the bed, you’re all over him. “How do you feel?” Seungmin can’t stop rolling your words around his head. He hopes you meant it when you said you weren't feeling distant.
“Good. Lay back.”
*
Crawling under the blankets after a very long shower is one of his favorite things, and the new bed linens are freshly washed and so much nicer than the ones he left behind. Seungmin wonders if you did that in anticipation of him, before you even knew he’d sign the contract. The bed is bigger than his previous one, enough for him to stretch his limbs corner to corner, and it’s so calm. Despite there being a club beneath him, everything is quiet. It’s more quiet then his old apartment, because if it wasn’t his roommate making noise, it was the neighbors above, or next door. Finally, some silence…privacy, and just as he feels the urge to reach beneath his shorts (three times today apparently was not enough), his phone vibrates beneath his pillow.
“Where are you?? Did you leave?”
He didn’t see his roommate today, and while it did occur to him to let him know he was moving out, he didn’t want to answer questions. Now he has no choice. How the hell is he supposed to explain this without breaking his contract? Jin knows he can’t afford anywhere else in the city.
“Hey, yeah…temporarily”
It closes that message thread and opens yours.
“Sorry if you’re sleeping, but I have a question”
The read receipt pops up a moment later, and then you start typing…
“Still awake. Everything okay, sweetie?"
You kept him at the door a few extra seconds, fingers tight around his wrist, and told him not to hesitate if he needed to call or text for any reason. You also asked him to let you know when he got home, and he forgot.
“Yeah, all good. I just don’t know what to say to Jin…he’s asking if I left the apartment.”
Your response takes a little bit longer this time.
“I see. I bet you’re no good at lying (and I don’t mean that negatively). Are the two of you close?”
“I guess, more than I am with anyone else. I don’t have many close friends.” Seungmin sends it, and regrets the wording immediately. It’s true, but it sounds a bit pathetic. “I feel bad leaving him with my half of the rent.”
“I’ll take care of that so you can stay on good terms with him. And maybe you can tell him you found a cheaper place and a new roommate?”
More money, but it really is solving all of his problems. “I am really bad at lying, you’re right, but I think that should work. I’m sorry I’m so expensive.”
“Don’t be…worth it so far”
His stomach flips when he sees that text, and it keeps spinning as he reads it over and over. Is that just a line? It has to be, because he’s definitely not worth $1,850 in a single day.
“Sleep well, Seungmin”
“잘 자다”
A few seconds later, after he assumes you translate his message, a little heart pops up next to his good night. He closes his eyes, thinks about skipping classes tomorrow (and realizes he probably doesn’t have it in him), and quickly dozes off.
The first thing he sees when he opens his eyes is the time on his phone—11:25. He missed both of his classes anyway, and it’s because he didn’t double check his alarm. You distracted him, but he’s not mad about it. The second thing he sees is a text from you, sent two hours ago.
“Morning. I know I don’t get you until the afternoon, and I also want you to have time to unpack, but meet me at Coco’s around 1.”
Coco’s. That’s a coffee shop, a bakery…both. He’s never been there, but he’s passed it a few times, and it always looks and smells very tempting. It’s also close to the main campus, which is where you think he is.
He watches you from the window before going in—admires you from afar, in a way. You always stare hard at him, and with no shame, so he hasn’t many chances to stare back without blushing and turning away. Each time he sees you, you grow on him a little more. Your hair is pulled back into a clip, but a good portion is escaping and covering your face; what he can see looks very serious, very locked-in to whatever you're doing. There’s an open journal in front of you, and he only has to wait another few seconds before you pick up your pen, run it across your lips, and start to write. The page you’re on is full, and he can see it a little clearer as he quietly sneaks up on you.
“Sorry I’m late.” Just a few minutes, but it’s because he obsessed a little more than usual over how he looked. Your smile tells him he looks perfectly fine, though,
“No, you’re not late. Do you want something?”
“Sure. I haven’t had any coffee yet. I didn’t set my alarm, I guess, so I missed my morning classes.”
“Oh, you got some rest then. I’m glad. Iced coffee?”
Seungmin nods. Did he tell you his coffee preference before? He watches as you get up and head for the counter, and then closes his eyes to keep from reading the open notebook. What he did catch as he sat down was the date at the very top in small, neat writing, and in dark green ink. Are you journaling about him? Is it strictly financial stuff? Considering what you spend on him, keeping track of things is probably important. Maybe you want him to look, because why else would you leave it open and alone here with him? His eyes open, but then move down to his fidgeting hands. It could just be a test to see how nosy he is.
Just as he closes them again, you’re back…
“Here ya go. Still tired?”
He hears the notebook close as he looks at you. “No. I slept really well. I hope you did, too.”
“I did. And I’m sorry I dragged you out again. I just have one thing I’d like you to do, but you’re free to say no without repercussion.”
“You’re very forgiving, considering.”
“What do you mean?”
Maybe he should be working on his obedience, but this is the second time you told him he could say no without worrying about a pay cut. “Uhm…uh...”
“It’s okay, we’re still figuring this out. This is new to you, and you’re new to me."
“I just meant that you’re paying me a lot, and I agreed to do what you say…and I want to do well.” Your smile sets him at ease again, but his first sip of coffee makes him grimace, which makes you laugh, and he finds his attraction growing even more.
“Do you want some milk to cut the bitterness?”
Seungmin shakes his head.
“No? Here…try mine.”
“Yours does look good.” He sips the small, frothy drink, and then sips again.
“Have you ever had an STI test?”
“A what?”
“Have you ever been tested for STI’s…sexually transmitted infections?”
He’s surprised by the timidness in your voice. “Oh, no I never have. Last night was my first time in a long time, but I’ve always used condoms.”
The book opens again, and it seems like you thought of something that needed recorded before it left your head. A single sentence, and then it’s closed again. “That’s good. I want you without one, so I’d like you to get tested. I’ll do the same.”
“No condom? What about…” the word completely escapes him for some reason. “Uh, what if…I get you pregnant?”
“You won’t.”
He doesn’t press it. Seungmin decides to trust you. If you can’t have kids, that’s your business until you decide to tell him. “I can get tested.” But he’s very curious.
“Oh, I almost forgot, how much do we owe your roommate?”
He’s afraid to say it. Seungmin has to ask you for another chunk of money. “My half is $700.” He mumbles.
“That’s all?”
“Yeah, he cut mine a little because he took the bigger bedroom.”
“I can Venmo you, if that’s easier than cash.”
Seungmin wonders why you chose to give him cash yesterday, instead of a transfer. He doesn’t want to ask because it’s not very important, but he thinks giving him tangible money might have been more meaningful to you; symbolic in a way. More real for him...real money he can hold in his hands, not a number on his phone screen. “Thanks.”
The rest of the day is his, and he plans on using it, but he feels a little guilty not giving you more of his Monday. He’s getting $45 an hour while he’s with you, and that was a little more than four hours—you sent him $205 (of course you rounded up) just a few minutes ago, and Seungmin is starting to feel dizzy from the number in his bank account. You barely even touched this time, but you did both come out of the clinic clean; no positive results, no need to worry about passing anything to each other. He’s also starting to wonder just how wealthy you are. This apartment is modest, and so is your house, your car, and your demeanor. You’re a little bit strange to him, even without the contract.
The phone buzzes, and he expects you, but it’s Jin again. “Thanks for the rent. Where did you move? I don’t believe you found a roommate better than me, so it must be a great deal.”
“It was a good deal, and I couldn’t pass it up.” True, not a lie. “I’m sure it won’t take you more than a month to find someone to split with.”
“Where did you move?”
No lying, and no divulging sensitive information. “Not far from that club you took me to.”
Jin reads it, but doesn’t reply, and Seungmin is relieved to let the conversation die for now. Keeping this a secret might be tougher than he thought, but he didn’t want to disappoint you. He opens your text thread and thinks. “Are you busy today?” Feels like a desperate puppy no matter how he reads it back to himself.
“Unfortunately. I have a few errands to run that I forgot about, and then a big party at the other location tonight. Everything okay?”
That explains why you didn’t keep him longer, so he shouldn’t feel guilty. But he does. “Yep, I’m okay.”
“You lonely?”
There’s plenty of studying and homework to do, but he can’t help but want to follow you around on your errands. Spending that much time together in public might be a bad idea, though. Running into Jin or another teammate while he’s with you could break the contract, and if Jin does find another roommate, he’ll be homeless. Seungmin has been too confident about signing on again after this month ends. “Maybe a little, but I should be studying .” He’s used to spending time alone, anyway, so what’s the big deal? Being all alone in this apartment, no neighbors upstairs and beside him, is a different type of isolation, especially after last night.
“I’ll come by later…I have something for you”
♥️ Happy Birthday, Seungmin 🥳
This year I made little strawberry crumb cakes!
I wish I would have had more time to write, or just post a completed piece today. I’ll try my best to get something up before his birthday is over in my time zone 🥹
part twelve | angel // serial killer!Kim Seungmin/afab reader
WC: 14.4k RATING: mature/mdni—contains: blood and dreams and angels
SYNOPSIS: Seungmin floats through life alone, haunted by his memories—keeping himself under control, and quieting his mind the only way he knows how…killing and watching the life leave his victims eyes. When you cross his path on a morning hunt, something new (something forgotten) starts to move inside of him, leading both of you on a path to confront the unspeakable past.
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You’re not alone, but the quiet apartment gives the illusion of loneliness. It’s horrible. If only they would wake and start to fuss, need you…anything but this.
Seungmin left his phone on his nightstand, which you only figured out after two unanswered texts, and if you dwell on the fact that you can’t reach him, panic quickly sets in. What if you need him? What if something happens to one of the boys? What if It is still here with you, watching from a dark corner?
Picking that phone up right now and unlocking it would be so, so easy…it’s a line you have a hard time crossing. But what if there's something in there? It’s not even locked—Seungmin doesn’t have it pass code protected, or face ID turned on.
Is it worse than what he did? Is what he did enough to justify what you’re about to do?
The lock screen is just a generic image of the night sky, but it’s you on the main screen. An older photo of you, when you were still pregnant. There isn’t much to look at; phone, messages, music apps, camera and photos, and the alarm clock all sit at the top. You swipe and see his email, the weather, and the notes app. Back again to the messages—the last texts are from you, and below that is Heecheol, unanswered.
The phone throws you a little because you don’t recognize his most recent call. Last night, around the time he would have been taking your mother back, or getting home, he had a six minute phone call. “Gomo? Aunt?” Seungmin called his aunt, someone he’s rarely spoken of. He mentioned them briefly when you asked who cared for him, and you assume that’s who he was referring to when he said he was hard to love. His aunts were his main caregivers, and while you thought all of his family had died and left him alone, that isn’t the case. Someone is alive, and he spoke to one or both of them briefly before his episode early this morning. What did he talk about for six minutes, and what did they say to him?
You check his email, and it’s (unsurprisingly) boring. It seems to be mostly work related—bills, bank statements you have little interest in anymore, and when you hit show all mail, a few of his favorite places to shop pop up, and nothing else. Everything is just as tidy as you expect it to be.
The last thing to check is his notes app, but it’s not the typical iPhone notes app—this one is different, and a few of the entries are inaccessible without a six digit pass code. The ones you can open, you can’t read very well anyway. Translating it feels too intrusive, but when you see your name in one of the older notes, your real name, you can’t fight back the urge. Instead of translating it directly, you snap a photo and give it to Papago. The wording is a little lost in translation, but it’s enough for you to figure out…
24/11/25 I don’t know what to do. My brain is on fire, and my body is, too, but it feels so good. This isn’t how I’m supposed to feel…but her… why won’t she leave me alone? Butterflies in my stomach?? Or maybe I’m just so nervous I feel like I’m going to vomit. What’s the difference? I guess the difference is I like the way it feels.
You thought you knew how he was feeling pretty quickly after meeting him, but this puts everything into a new perspective. His own words. Seungmin was truly losing his mind over you. Each new sentence makes your heart jump a little more.
I can’t even allow myself to think something beyond my normal is possible, because I can’t hide who I am from her, not if I get her as close as I think I want her. It’s getting worse than that. I have to have her.
You pull up another.
24/12/06 I haven’t written much down lately. It’s strange having my head occupied by something other than my own thoughts, or the usual thoughts, even if it’s just small talk and sex…but the small talk and sex is so good. And she hasn’t left me yet, even after everything she’s seen. Is there something wrong with her, too? Maybe she’s planning her escape with each passing day. I’m so afraid she’s going to leave. At some point I will become too much...this will all become too much. I can’t stand the thought of that happening now.
There are so many. Seungmin made a little journal entry nearly every day, and they go back well before you met him. The most recent one is unlocked, and it’s the last one you read.
25/07/13 The boys are finally home, and I have never been so relieved, so happy, and scared at the same time. They’re so tiny, and I’m afraid I’ll break them every time I pick them up. I can’t stop picking them up, though. I need to hold them and keep them close. Tokki seems confident, and I think it’s coming to her naturally, like it should. The three of them have a connection I might never know, and sometimes I think I feel some jealousy, but they are mine. All three of them are mine. I feel that when I have them in my arms, because they look at me as if they know who I am. That’s why I can’t stand to put them down. I hope she knows what she has given to me.
There’s more, but you stop and hold back the tears for now. Seungmin is vulnerable with you, yes, but here he speaks so freely, so you decide you’ve crossed the line enough for today. He will come home soon, because he would never willingly leave his children behind. And you…he fought so hard against himself to get you here and keep you with him. He’ll be back.
But hours pass. Each feeding, each changing, and every song you hum and sing as you walk them around the apartment marks another two or three hours without him. Nothing pops out at you, at least. No shadows, and no dogs…but the dogs feel less and less threatening each time they appear. Eventually, you sit down with the remains of his music box, and you very carefully take everything apart. A few weeks after buying parts to help fix it, you realized how impossible it would be to give him back something that resembled what his mother left him, so you commissioned it, spent another $300, and now you need to remake it’s home.
Each piece of wood, some whole and some not so whole, get set to one side; the insides, not the mechanical parts, but the soft lining where the jewelry was, go to another corner. The moving parts that took you months to find are finally unwrapped.
“Okay guys, I’m gonna need some moral support. Can you handle that?” Haesung answers with a yawn, and Haneul seems to catch it from him. “Daddy is gonna be so happy when he gets home…if I can figure this out.” The first thing you do it set the old cylinder next to the brand new one. They don’t look quite the same, mostly because the old one is missing some very important parts, but when you wind the new one up, the music is identical.
Heecheol has never dreamed so much in his life, and now it seems like every night a strange new scene unfolds in his head. He keeps himself up until almost 3 am, flipping through hundreds of hotel cable channels, trying his best to nurse one, and then two coffees, just to avoid the inevitable. That’s not going to fix things, though, and it won’t help him figure out what the dreams are about. If he’s not buried alive and out of breath in one, he’s being chased in another. He can’t figure out which one is worse. Being chased takes him back to his stupid trip to the Uljin house, and his run through the woods. The memories of that night are still just fragments, but since the dreams started a few nights later, he feels like he’s remembering.
After the dregs of his second cup are finally behind him, he loses. Sleep takes him quickly, and with no fight. Tonight, the dream is different...
He feels and hears his careful steps across the hardwood floor, a creak here and there. If anyone is around, he can’t see them in the dark of wherever he is. He reaches for a doorknob, but it’s locked, and he begins to feel like a marionette as he reaches in his pocket and pulls out what feels like a wallet. No, not a wallet. The little metal things he pulls out slides into the lock until he feels a click, and then again, this time the deadbolt. The room he walks into is almost as dark, but he can make out where he is—someone’s tiny apartment. His dream self seems impatient, and he moves quickly, very unlike his other dreams. Across the room and down a short hall…the door he’s looking for is open, easy, but when he gets to the edge of the bed, Heecheol only stares at whoever is under the covers. No time passes, but so much time passes as he stands there and waits. Waits for what?
The lump beneath covers starts to stir, and that seems to be his cue, because he rounds the bed and gets a closer look. Why isn’t he nervous? Whatever he’s doing feels natural, so natural that it actually calms him. Heecheol feels good, and his lungs fill with a deep, satisfying breath as his hand reaches out and covers the man’s mouth, he swings his legs up and straddles his waist, and it’s now that the man in the bed realizes something is wrong.
“Shut up, don’t make a sound…” His muffled cries are too loud, though. “The louder you are, the slower I’ll go. Is that what you want?”
What is he saying? That’s not even his voice. That’s not his hand. Three silver rings shine up at him, and he remembers those rings. They were on the hands that gripped the steering wheel of the Supra outside the hotel. The man shakes his head, and the terror in his eyes is palpable. How can he feel this in a dream? He’s not even him.
“Do you remember me?”
Now his look changes to confusion, but it slowly turns to realization as his eyes adjust to being awake.
“Yes, you do. Your nose is healed, and your bruises are gone, but…you won’t be so lucky this time.”
If he wanted to, he could throw Heecheol (Seungmin?) right off of him, but he doesn’t dare when the sharp point of a knife is already drawing blood from his throat. His full weight is on him, and his legs are squeezing hard into his sides, making it hard for him to take a breath.
“I promised my girl I’d kill anyone that touched her, and I’m taking care of that tonight..better late than never. Look at me.”
The man’s eyes squeeze shut, and Heecheol feels the anger rise up in him.
“Open your eyes. Look at me.”
He mumbles a please, and squeezes out a tear, I’m sorry, and his eyes finally open.
The knife slides smoothly across his throat, and the blood flows. Heecheol’s nose fills with the coppery scent, almost chokes him, but his hands aren’t finished. The knife moves to the other side, just below his jaw, and slices again. He watches as his pupils dilate and contract, over and over as everything leaves him, and when he finally stops moving and the light appears to extinguish, he feels something warm move through him. He feels a twinge in his stomach, and maybe something more between his legs. Is this getting him off?
“That’s better…”
His dream self sighs, and Heecheol feels the release of breath as his eyes open, but he chokes on it and coughs until he sits up and manages to catch his breath. His own breath, in his own body. No rings on his fingers, no knife in his hand…no blood, except the smell. A drop of bright red falls on his good wrist, and then another as his nose starts to bleed. If that was a dream, it was the worst one yet. Heecheol checks the time on his phone, 4 am, and he decides the only solution is another type of drink.
When midnight rolls around, and then 2:30…and then 5am, it gets a little bit harder to keep your panic down. Seungmin hasn’t called to tell you everything is okay, and you know he would find a phone if he could. Do his fugue states last this long? Do they last days? You’re not even sure that’s what this is, because he’s never done it aside from his disappearance in the woods, but of course it’s a possibility…especially considering his state of mind last night. Cold-shouldering him is hanging too heavy over you now. Did he deserve that?
“Hi, joeun achimieyo.” Haneul wakes up first, followed quickly by his brother. “Do you boys wanna take a little walk?” It’s not quite feeding time, so first a diaper change, and then a second time breaking out the stroller. “I should be mad at him all over again for leaving me alone, but you two are so good. Thank you for being so good.”
The elevator ride, despite no interruptions this early in the morning, is slow, and you can’t help but imagine him waiting for you when the doors finally slide open. It’s a nice daydream, seeing him and his bandaged forehead, his hopefully evenly buzzed head…what a good look while he wanders the city. Nobody is there, though, no cute k-drama moment. All you’re greeted with is an empty lobby, but the sun is rising, and the light is just making it in, and that isn't a bad sight. It’s warm already—29° according to your phone. Maybe not the worst time to venture outside. “Field trip, guys?” Both of them look at you with Seungmin's big dark eyes and it pulls at something in your stomach; twists it into that homesick feeling you hate, but are still so grateful to feel for him.
It’s quiet outside. There is some traffic, but little foot traffic aside from you and a few very early risers. Typically, you’re not one of them, so being up and outside right now feels a little bit like a dream. “Oh, we can go in here!” The GS25 where you met him. It glows in the early dawn light, and when the doors slide open, the cool air moves across your face—it begs you to come in.. “I am pretty hungry.” The older woman behind the counter looks up from her magazine, and to your surprise, her face lights up. It’s the stroller, of course—she’s certainly not that pleased to see you, or any other customer.
“Joeun achimieyo.” She raises herself up a little to get a better look, and whispers, “ssangdungi?”
The quiet inside is a little eerie, but not enough to turn around and leave. Besides, you haven’t had a convenience store snack in weeks, and now you’re craving something. “Ne, ssangdungi.” Something about twins, especially tiny ones like them, never fails to grab attention. You'll have to get used to that. A moment later, music starts playing softly overhead, and you recognize the song. It’s on the playlist you made—some of your favorites, some of his. This is one that reminds you of him.
“Agideureun jameul jal ssu opsseumnida?”
It takes a moment, but she’s patient. “Uh…no…jameul jal ssu omneun goseun naya.”
“Maybe…” she starts, struggling the same as you, “some milk and snack.”
Seungmin is somewhere between sleep and consciousness. He’s floating, he thinks, and he doesn’t like it, because his eyes are wide open and seeing everything much too clearly. The sky above him is the darkest blue, splashed with stars, but no moon; beneath him is the forest floor, and right in the center of the clearing, a yin yang.
“What…” Speaking doesn’t feel right. “What is that?” Is that what I sound like?
He looks back to the sky and counts the stars directly above him, bukdu chilseong, and wonders if he should will himself back to earth. He doesn’t want to go down there, but he can’t stay here, either. Two feet on the ground is the only way he’s going to get home.
Okay, down…please.” Seungmin closes his eyes and imagines himself drifting downward, but he isn’t sure it’s working until he feels the grass between his fingers. Now open your eyes and deal with whatever is waiting for you here. That part is difficult. As hard as he tries to be brave for himself and for you, he’s terrified of It and what it might be capable of. Luckily, all he smells is forest—good, living forest. Fresh dirt and flowers. And then the unexpected smell of dog’s breath. His eyes pop open, and a long tongue slides across his cheek.
“Wah…ah, what the fuck? Where did…”
The black dog stares him down with eyes the same shade as his, tongue still out and hanging to the side. Its long legs shift, one paw moves up and back, and then the other as it adjusts its long body into a comfortable position. Now it just sits there and stares. The white one is directly behind him, still curled up and, he thinks, sleeping. The other half of the yin yang he spotted from above.
“Hi, uhm…do you have a name?” Does he think the dog is going to talk to him? “Do you want something from me? From us?"
No answer, but a grumble that definitely feels annoyed. If this is a dream, and it has to be a dream, then the dogs should be able to talk to him. Can you hear my thoughts? It’s worth a shot…
The dog stands again, and now the white one wakes and makes eye contact.
I’ll take that as a yes. Why are you following us around? You’re scaring my wife.
They might be able to hear him, but they still don’t respond.
Are you good? I don’t fear you like I fear the—
A bark cuts him off, and then a grumble. The dog advances, but slowly, as if they know they might scare Seungmin, but he’s still as a cold nose examines him a little more.
You are good? Both of you? Yeah, you come together, just like my twins.
The white one looks back again, closes its eyes, and yawns. The black one sits and lowers its head in what what appears to be submission.
Why can’t you speak to me?
A car alarm pulls him out of the comfort of his dream, and he opens his eyes to something far from the dogs and their forest. A side street, an overflowing garbage can, and him slumped in the corner where he assumes he passed out. Luckily, it’s still mostly dark, because Seungmin smells the scent of blood before he looks down at himself. His, or someone else’s? He feels intact, and as he stands up slowly, the only thing not quite right is the pins and needles going through his left arm. He drops the knife in his hand, touches his forehead and feels nothing but raw, warm bloody skin. The other hand slides over his shaved head, and he starts to remember. “What did I do?” He whispers, and as he looks down at his blood soaked shirt, the buzz in his brain returns.
I think he’s waking up
It gets worse. His left eyes goes dark, and blinking just makes it worse. Both eyes stop working, and no matter how hard he digs his knuckles in and rubs, the nothingness persists. “I can’t see…I can’t see!”
please relax
“Relax?” How can he relax with blackness all around him and hands gripping his shoulders. Pushing him down. Whose voice is in his head this time?
open your eyes, please relax and look at me…we’re just trying to help
He’s so afraid of opening them and seeing nothing; of never seeing your face again, but he listens and opens them one more time. A burning white light and shadows moving back forth, side to side…that’s what he sees this time. Is that better, or worse? “Where am I, who are you?”
"I’m Dr. Lim…Seungmin-ssi? Do you remember…"
“Doctor? Where’s Tokki?”
“Tokki? First let’s figure out exactly who you are.”
“I can’t see…”
“You can…” her voice lowers, “Pupils are dilated and responsive to light.” And then she returns, a few inches from his face. “Just relax and take a few deep breaths. You’re safe here, I assure you. Just in shock.”
Everything starts to come into focus. The room, the bright light shining down on him, his ripped shirt, and… “what the fuck?” A handcuff is tight around his left wrist, securing him to the bed railing. “Please, what’s happening? I need to call her, where’s my phone?” He feels around with his free hand, but there is no phone in his pocket, and no wallet or keys. “I need my phone.”
“All of your belongings are safe. And you had no phone on you when you arrived, just a wallet, and...”
“How did I get here?”
“A shop owner found you passed out next to his garbage, and an ambulance brought you in. You’ve only been here for about fifteen minutes.”
The handcuff, much too tight, brings up too many memories. “Why am I cuffed to the bed?”
The doctor finally comes into focus. Seungmin can make out her young face, her round glasses, and her tired eyes. Shelooks like she’s already over Seungmin’s hysterics. “Well, you’re covered in blood, and you had a knife in your hand. We are being extra cautious, because that much blood should not have come from that wound on your forehead. Did you cut yourself?”
A nurse walks in and he hears the distinct click of a cops two-way radio. She whispers something to the doctor, but Seungmin catches it. Psych is here.
You’ll love this, being thrown into more drama when you’ve already had enough at home. There isn’t much you can do with your limited Korean and even more limited knowledge of what he was doing before this, but he needs you here with him. “Can I please call my wife? Can someone call her?”
“Try this.” The woman heads to the endless rows of cold drinks and picks one out. “Chocolate. And, and…” now she slowly makes her way to the snacks. It seems like she’s trying to get a feel for you—trying to read your mind and guess what you might like.
“Cream bun?”
She nods and hands you one, chocolate flavor again. Not a bad pick, even if you do still remember throwing one up before you found out you were pregnant.
“Nampyoni dambaereul kkeunonnayo?”
“Nampyoni…” the rest doesn’t translate, and she can tell. “Jwesonghaeyo …I’m sorry.” A wave and laugh puts you at ease, though.
“Your husband quit smoking? He bought his cigarettes from me…before.”
“Oh, yes.” Did he? He still has a pack in his drawer, but you haven’t seen him smoke (or smell it on him) in a very long time. The question takes you back in time to your meeting on the sidewalk. Seungmin had a fresh cigarette between his lips when you walked by, head forward but eyes stuck on him. “Mostly.” You may have been in here with him once or twice, and she remembers.
“He must be sleeping.”
“No, but he…he’s sick.”
He’s left in silence as the hour passes, but eventually he can hear someone right outside the curtain; static and mumbles on his radio, the squeak of his shoes. The cop is back. These handcuffs belong to him, and he has the key, but it doesn’t matter…they have Seungmin’s ID, his knife. What did he get himself into? “Hello…excuse me…can I—"
The cop peers in and narrows his eyes.
“What day is it? What time?”
He looks at his watch. “6am, it’s the 17th.”
“Okay, I lost a day,” he mumbles under his breath. “A whole fucking day.” The stitches in his forehead itch, and he wonders if whoever did them did half as well as Heecheol. He’s out of the bloody shirt, probably taken as possible evidence until they realize that can’t keep him here, in an emergency room, for being covered in blood. That’s what he’s hoping…no surprise dead body.
Minnie?
Your voice is so soft and far away, it might be in his head. Seungmin closes his eyes and listens for you again, but he’s left with his own unsure thoughts. The doctor didn’t take a phone number from him, so there’s no way for you to know where he is. You’re home, worried and afraid; he’s here…worried and afraid. It’s difficult for him to admit that, to speak it (think it) out loud and into the universe, but he is. No more brave face, and no more being strong for you and the boys. Seungmin is scared. Helpless. Caught, maybe. Trapped, yes.
“Excuse me?” This time, his voice shakes, but the cop hears him. “Can I please give someone a phone number?”
“Not my job.”
He looks around for a call button, and he finds it, but he’s not sure anyone will bother with it. The emergency room is getting busier, and he’s not really a priority until they can send him away with the police.
The sound of his name perks him up until he realizes it’s just the voice of another doctor, but at least he won’t be sitting in here, stewing in the worst possible scenarios.
“Kim Seungmin…can you tell me your date of birth?”
September twenty-second, two thousand.”
“Can you tell me what medications you’re currently on?”
“Who the hell are you?”
“The on-call psychiatrist. I noticed nobody had asked or filled out medical history yet, but I suppose you did just wake up. Are you on any medications?”
Lying crosses his mind. “Yes.” But only briefly. He doesn’t need more meds pushed into him. Haldol, 2 milligrams twice a day.”
“Who prescribes it and why?”
“Dr. Mun Ji-Youn. For, uh, schizoaffective disorder.”
“Have you lapsed in taking it recently, or stopped completely?”
“I’ve been taking it every day for the last month, maybe longer. I’m not sure. If someone would call my wife…”
“And have you ever experienced time loss or memory loss while taking Haldol?”
Too many questions. He doesn’t want to do this right now. A headache is pulsing behind his eyes, and the constant pressure on his wrist makes him want to scream. “I’m not answering any more questions until someone listens to me.”
“I understand you’re upset, but it’s important that I know this information. Please.”
Seungmin goes quiet. It’s not that important, or it doesn’t seem like it is. The only thing he’s concerned about is you, the boys, and whatever the police might try to pin on him. And just like that, with the stomach-churning thought in his head, two more cops appear outside of his curtain. Three identical pairs of shoes all convene in a circle as the voice of the psychiatrist drones on in the background. “Why are there more?”
“More what, Seungmin?”
“Cops. There are three out there now. Why?”
“I’m not entirely sure, but I assume it has something to do with why you’re handcuffed to the bed. I understand you were unconscious when you arrived, and the doctor hasn’t ruled out a head injury. But there are no open beds in neuro right now.”
“I’m sure there are plenty of beds open on your floor.”
“We have one. You need a ct scan before you go anywhere, but I would like you to take that bed.”
“Seems like everyone else is gunning for a prison cell.”
The doctor fidgets uncomfortably, then decides to take a seat. He’s closer than he should be, probably, but maybe he doesn’t think Seungmin is as dangerous as everyone else seems to. He clicks the pen…twice, three times, before he starts to scribble on his clipboard, and Seungmin catches a few lines of his neat handwriting:
Suspected self harm to head and chest; suspected harm of another individual. His newest note; police are making him nervous.
“I didn’t do anything. I just want to go home to my wife and kids.”
“You have children?”
Seungmin feels a hitch in his chest before he even starts to speak. “Yes, two boys.” And he has to hold himself together now that he’s seeing their faces in his head. “They just came home from the hospital a few days ago. I really need to get home to them.”
“I’m sorry. I’m not sure I can contact anyone, considering the circumstances, but…”
“This can’t be allowed. I can’t be treated like a criminal unless there’s a…a real reason.”
Before the doctor can get his next words out, the curtain is pushed all the way open. Now Seungmin can see most of the room he’s in; the nurses station, where everyone not immediately busy is staring at him, and two of the three cops. They’re shoulder to shoulder, and one is holding the keys to his handcuffs. For the briefest moment, he thinks everything might be alright. The cop is going to free his wrist and he can relax a little bit.
Seungmin holds his breath as the cop approaches, but the key slides into the cuff attached to the bed, not his wrist.
“Get up.”
“What’s going on?” The buzzing in his head starts as soon as the words come from his mouth. Seungmin is forced to his feet as the other cop starts telling him what he’s suspected of doing, that he has the right to council, and that he can choose to speak in defense of himself or remain silent. Something like that. He can’t even catch a breath, let alone make sense of him firing off bullet points while both of his wrists are pulled behind his back. “Please. I didn’t do anything.”
The walk helped, somehow, and when your head hits the pillow again, you’re out. The dream seems to come to life immediately, but you’ve gotten good at taking control of them. Somewhere toward the end of your pregnancy, you became more lucid each time. Right now you’re wondering if Seungmin is sharing this dream with you; a clear, starry sky, a pretty forest filled with wildflowers, and the dogs…chasing each other in circles, playing in a clearing ahead of you. They seem so innocent from here. So sweet and a little bit ethereal. Every time you’ve seen them in the house, you were too scared to really look at them, but now you see them. They move like water. Or fire. They’re pretty. They don’t scare you here.
A scream brings you back in an instant. You know that scream.
“Haneul?” Lifting yourself out of it is still just as challenging, but his cries get you there quickly, and little brother follows a moment later. “Everything is alright, it’s just the alarm.” Or you think it is in your half sleep. This time, your phone is ringing, and you turned the volume all the way up just in case he called. The number comes up with a caller ID, but it’s a name you don’t recognize: Dr. Lee Dae-hyun.
A trembling finger swipes to pick up, “h-he…uh, yeoboseyo.”
“Am I speaking to—?”
Hearing your full name makes your stomach lurch. “Yes. Is he okay?”
“Are you family of Kim Seungmin? Are you his wife?”
“Yes, yes…please tell me he’s alright.”
“Your husband was brought into my hospital this morning…”
And the urge to vomit hits immediately. “Please tell me he's alright.” Your knees hit the floor, and despite the boys’ cries, you can’t move.
“Oh, he’s alright. I’m sorry. He’s alive and uninjured, mostly.”
“Oh my, I thought…fuck, he’s alive.” There’s a long moment of silence as you lift yourself off the floor and stumble to the cots. “Is he there with you? Can I please talk to him?”
“No. He was taken into custody by the police about an hour ago. I don’t know much else. It took me some time to track you down.”
“What do I do? I’m not sure what to do, I can barely speak Korean. How am I supposed to help him?” Another long silence. You think you can hear the doctor mumbling to himself, probably wondering who he can hand you off to so he can get back to his real job. “Where did they take him?”
“I’m not sure, but I would guess the police station in Mapo. Do you have any friends who can help you?”
Just one. “Uhm, maybe.” Of course Heecheol will help Seungmin, but if he wasn’t suspicious before, he certainly will be if you talk to him about this.
“I know you have two very young babies to care for as well, he mentioned that. I can hear them. I’m sorry if I woke them."
“No, thank you so much for calling me.”
The situation he is in now has haunted him a few times since the first night he killed, but never enough to stop him. How could he stop? If something could have changed the wiring of his brain, it obviously wasn’t the threat of prison. The voices taunting him were far, far worse than this. Were. Being away from you is worse than the voices; worse than It.
idiot, so stupid…how could you be so careless and get caught?
Your voice.
His mind is switching between nothing and everything. The adrenaline is making it worse. There’s nothing, just him. No voices. “Please, please not now.”
not now? I’m always in here, waiting
Seungmin raises his head just enough to see eyes looking back at him in the rearview mirror. The cop in the drivers seat looks at him with disdain, and then he hears one whisper to the other... "Geuneun michosso."
do you even know what you did?
Heecheol’s voice.
“Nothing. I didn’t do anything.” He whispers. He’s been on the verge of tears from the moment he was shoved into the police car, and he’s beginning to think the drive will never end. Maybe they’re taking him in circles just to watch him squirm a little more, or admit to something he doesn’t know. “I still haven’t been told why I was arrested.”
“Yes you have, you weren’t listening.” The cop in the passenger seat is clearly out of patience. “You’re being arrested for suspicion of destruction of property, breaking and entering, and theft. Did you hear me that time?”
The feeling slowly returns to his body. His racing heart finally calms. “Y-yes. I heard you.” Not murder. Not suspicion of murder. They didn’t find a body, if there is a body, at least not yet. “Can I—”
“Quiet.”
Seungmin listens. He goes silent, but his head doesn’t.
they’re going to fingerprint you, they might even collect your dna…don’t get too comfortable you little brat
Stepfather’s voice.
finally, some real punishment
They have to let him call you eventually.
Heecheol will help, but you can’t get your finger to hit the call button on Seungmin’s phone. Do you really want to risk them becoming even more tangled up in the string connecting them? It’s selfish, and the fleeting moment of distrust you feel in him makes your stomach hurt. You do trust him, with everything, but maybe you can do this on your own. What you can’t do is take the boys with you.
The bus route stops just a few blocks from the station Dr. Lee assumed he would be at, so that’s where you head first. The station is much bigger than you envisioned, so him being held here isn’t the stretch of the imagination it was before. Despite the chaos of your young life, and the stupidity of your early twenties, you never once saw the inside of a jail cell, or even a police station, so doing this on your own in a foreign country is probably a silly idea.
“Jega jom dowa deurilkkayo?”
The young cop behind the desk smiles, and when he looks up at you, you’re surprised to see his smile grow even more.
“Ne, chatkko itsseu—”
“Ah, can I help you with something miss?” He cuts you off mid sentence to switch to English, and his smiles fades when your face grows serious. “Mianhaeyo.”
“I’m looking for someone. Kim Seungmin.”
“Kim Seungmin,” he puts his nose into his paperwork in search of the name. “Kim…Seung…Min. Yes. He was booked about two hours ago. Are you immediate family?”
“Nan geue anaeda. Can I see him?”
“Have a seat. I’ll have someone come out and speak to you.”
That seems reasonable. You thank him and head for a row of chairs, all empty, luckily. The last thing you want to deal with right now is other people, but you don’t sit there long enough to check up on the boys. Another cop, older and more serious, makes his way toward you a few moments later
“You must be the rabbit he keeps crying about.”
“Yes, that’s me.”
“Follow me.”
The cop is being dramatic, but if Seungmin has been crying for you, you’re not sure you’re prepared to see him like that. The last twenty-four hours have been difficult without him; the strong one. Seungmin is your protector, but now that role has been flipped, and you’re not sure how you feel about it. “Why is he being held here? And can I take him home?”
“That’s not up to me. The judge that issued the warrant has to grant him bail.”
Bail? For murder? Not likely. Seungmin might not be coming home with you today, tomorrow…in a week. You feel like giving in to the tremble of your entire body, throwing up what little you have in your stomach, until you turn a corner and finally see his face. His beautiful face; red and puffy from crying. His hair is still a little uneven and the cut on his forehead is stitched up, but uncovered and angry looking. You have to wonder if the hospital treated him with any sort of compassion, especially if he came in under strange circumstances. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so tired and defeated, and you can’t even comfort him properly.
“You’re here, how did you know I was here?” His voice is scratchy and nearly gone. “They wouldn’t let me call you.”
“It’s alright, Minnie. I found you.”
“No touching. Five minutes.”
But the cop walks away, leaving you mostly alone. You’re left with only the prying eyes of a few fellow prisoners, who you don't notice until after the cop closes the door behind him...so, Seungmin cried and begged for you despite them. You reach out and set your hand over his—leaving here without touching him isn't going to happen. “A doctor from the hospital you were at told me you might be here, but he didn’t say why. Are you okay? What happened?”
“I’m okay, just sore.”
The twitch in his arm makes you think withdrawal from his meds is pretty likely, and you didn’t think to bring any with you. They've gotten worse every time he's stopped and started again. “I’m trying really hard to stay calm, but I might be rejecting reality right now, or something. I can’t be without you, so I refuse to believe anything bad will happen to us.”
“Good. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
He breathes deep and sighs. There might be the smallest hint of a grin on his lips, and looks around to ensure nobody is within earshot. “I don’t think they have much on me, unless they lied to me. Maybe we can go home soon.”
“They don’t?”
Seungmin knows the look you’re giving him. It’s full of doubt, and that’s despite the attempt at rejecting reality and staying positive. “Destruction of property, breaking and entering…theft, for some reason. I have no idea why, though.”
“How did you end up at the hospital?”
“I don’t know. I woke up from a dream, but then I woke up again...from another dream, I think. And I was handcuffed to a hospital bed, covered in blood. They stitched my forehead…” The strain in his voice gets worse as he speaks, and he begins to choke on his words. “My head hurts. Everything hurts. I wanna go home.”
“Everything will be okay, I promise.” Tears start falling down his cheeks and over his pouting lips. He’s never looked and felt so innocent before. You’re getting another glimpse of the little boy before he realized he was a killer. “You’re gonna get some sleep, and you’ll feel much better soon. Did they give you antibiotics?”
Seungmin shrugs as the cop returns too early. “No touching!”
“Can I post bail?”
“The judge went home for the day, so you’ll have to wait until morning and hope he wakes up in a good mood.”
It’s barely noon, and you have to leave him. You fully expected to go home without him on the bus ride here, even rejecting reality, but it still feels like a punch to the throat. “Can I please get his medication and bring it back down.”
The cop looks Seungmin over, sneers, stitches his brows together, so you can only assume he knows what meds he needs and why. Denying him his antipsychotic would be stupid, and he knows that.
“Make sure it’s in the prescription bottle with his name on it.”
Riding away might have hurt a little less if you could have kissed him. Just another eighteen hours, that’s all that sits between you…one more day. Maybe painting something will occupy your mind enough and make the time move a little easier—a finished portrait for him to come home to, a good breakfast, a comfortable bed. If not for being stuck in public, you would let some angry tears fall, but you manage to bite your trembling lip and hold it all in.
The bus drops you off two blocks from home, so the beacon-like glow of the GS25 finds you again. Of course you want to go in, but the sweet old woman probably isn’t manning the register this time. And the boys are waiting for you, hungry and cranky. Your mother made no fuss about watching them (but of course you didn’t tell her why you had to leave so suddenly, and why dad wasn’t there). She didn’t look up from her book when you flew into grab his meds, check on the sleeping boys, and leave again.
I’ll only be a few minutes, you think, and the cool air on your face wakes you from wherever you were on the ride here…thinking about your mom, the boys; worrying about how uncomfortable and alone Seungmin is; the dream of the forest.
Dasi annyong…
The old woman is behind the counter again, looking much more tired, as if she never left. Her white hair is pulled into the same bun as before, but it's starting to break free, and the wisps of strands give her a strange crown. “Oh, annyonghaseyo! You’re still here.”
“Yojonhi yogi. Did you return for more dessert?”
“Maybe. Or a coffee.”
Her eyes follow your every move as you scan the drinks. “Something is weighing you down.” She taps her acrylic nails on the counter. “But...”
The tone of her voice changes enough to make you stop what you’re doing and look. “Mworago?” But it’s still her.
"Why did you come here?"
Here, as in the convenience store? Perhaps she's asking why you came to Seoul, of all the places in the world. She can see your face, and hear you accent as you struggle to communicate, so she knows you're a long way from home.
“I see so much in your eyes—grief, happiness, anger, confusion…so much turmoil, no idea which way to turn.”
How do you respond to that? You’re obviously not masking as well as you thought, and were it not for the boys, you’d be heading straight for the alcohol. There is no numbing the sadness anymore. “I’m…” Fine? The furthest thing from it. A few days ago, you felt like you had the world in your hands. You did. “I’m—”
“I wish I could tell you things will get better, but I can’t see past it.”
"See past what?"
“There is something in the way.”
*
The apartment is too quiet, but pleasantly warm and fragrant from your growing moonflowers. It’s found a way up and around the window, and you can see new tendrils reaching out, looking for something else to hold onto. It needs a trellis. Seungmin will put one there if you ask him to, and he’ll be back soon to do it—he’ll be back to take care of the broken bathroom mirror, and to see his brand new music box.
The continued silence is concerning, though. “Mom?” A humming sound, a song, becomes more distinct as you get closer to the nursery. Your mother isn’t much of a singer, but it’s been a while since she was in the presence of an infant. Maybe something about them is softening her up. The hum doesn’t stop when you twist the knob and push. You sigh with relief and feel the growing panic leave your body. She’s here, standing in front of the crib, and you hear Haneul begin to fuss as you approach. “Hey, I’ll get us lunch as soon…uhm,” she doesn’t move when you speak, she doesn’t even seem to hear you. You worry briefly about what story to tell her, because she’s going to ask where Seungmin is. Still, she doesn’t budge. You move a few steps closer and see Haesung in the other crib. Both of them seem fine. “Mom…” It’s the way she feels when you reach out and touch her arm; the way she doesn’t react, or move. It’s her face when you finally see her. Eyes wide and unmoving, dilated pupils, the slight tremble of her lower lip. She’s looking straight ahead at the mural, and there is no awareness of you standing right next to her. “Mother!”
"We lost the house."
There's little concern or sadness in her voice, despite the obvious serious nature of that statement. "What? What are you talking about?" Before you got on your plane to Seoul, your mother and little sister were living comfortably in a very small house in Racine, Ohio. A house you helped them buy. Is that why she flew all the way here, because she had nowhere else to go? If so, you wonder where you sister is.
She's still staring wide-eyed at the wall. “Huh…what, oh you’re back. I just changed them and put them down for a nap. I guess they’re not very tired.”
Haneul is still crying, and you know that’s his wet diaper cry. They've been here for hours. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Is your husband home in one piece? He seems like a handful.”
Concern quickly turns to something else. It takes no time for her to snap back to her normal, inconsiderate self. She must be forgetting who's paying the bill for her hotel room. “Seungmin is not a handful. And he’s been nothing but kind and welcoming to you since you’ve been here…” You push past and take Haneul into your arms. “He’s still at the hospital. You can leave. Thank you for watching them.”
Being away from you is so much harder than he expected, and as he lies awake in his new cell (alone, thankfully), he wonders what’s going through your mind at this very moment. Do you hate him for getting himself into so much trouble? Not just trouble, no, this is bigger than that. Just like the kiss, this should have you seeing red, but sadness, not anger, seems to latch onto you and hold tight. And then he remembers something that he keeps forgetting—he’s your husband. You filled out some paperwork, signed it, and bound yourself to him by law. But the two of you are bound by something bigger than anything temporal. The stars and planets came together the morning you met, and Seungmin laughs and rolls his eyes at himself when he thinks it. He thinks about it all the time, though.
He reaches upward and looks at his fingers, spreads them so the fluorescent light shines through each one. They took his rings when he got booked, one of those was the wedding band you picked out for him, and his stomach turns from missing it. He can handle this, though. This cell is just another version of the shed where he spent so many nights, and he survived that.
His mind remains full of you to keep the memories at arms length; conversations he could redo, and do better; things he could say that he’s still so afraid to speak out loud; taking you in as you sleep…your scent and the way you breath when you’re somewhere else. Seungmin does eventually fall asleep when the adrenaline finally wears off, and he dreams…
he hums a song that he's never finished, and slowly, the words start to come. they float up toward the sky he’s staring at.
...and I don't know what I'm cryin' for…I don't think I could love you more…
overcast, steel grey…it’s pretty, but a little gloomy. seungmin prefers a blue sky and big fluffy clouds, with the sun peeking out just enough to give the flowers what they need. the sky right before a storm, seungmin thinks, is your style.
soft footsteps quiet him. he holds his breath, and for a long moment, he doesn’t want to look to his right. who else could be here, in the middle of this clearing?
"minnie, what are you doing out here all by yourself?”
is it really you? he never dreams about you. “dream?” it comes out when he finally releases his breath. “am I dreaming?”
“are you?” a hand sets gently on his forehead, a thumb runs down and back up the soft curve of his nose, across his brow—a touch meant to tell him it’s you. a touch just to touch, to feel him and know he’s real. “I am.”
seungmin sits up, and the trees move in the breeze like water. “I never get to see you in my dreams.”
“maybe because I’m always right next to you.”
it takes him a moment to remember. “I’m not home, I’m not in bed with you.”
“why here?” you look around at the forest surrounding you, and a quick flash of white runs through the trees. “it doesn’t matter, I guess. I followed the sound until I found you.”
“sound?”
“the song you were humming, and then singing…”
he blushes, but why? you’ve heard him sing before…but that song is different. “I’m glad you found me.”
“yeah, I was feeling pretty lonely after the boys fell asleep.”
the grass is softer when his back hits it again. “are you in my dream, or am I in yours?”
“not sure. both?”
he feels every nerve catch fire when your lips touch his, but then it’s gone, and all he can feel is a ringing in his head.
The silence of his cell is disturbed by a brand new neighbor being locked in. The clang of metal vibrates in his chest, but it quiets almost immediately and his mind is left to think back on the dream. The moment his eyes close again, sleep finds him, you’re gone, and the rest of the night is dreamless.
The next thing Seungmin sees is a thin line of light coming in through the small window above him, and the next thing he feels is an ache in his chest. Each deep breath stings, so he flips to his back and focuses on pulling air into his stomach (like umma always told him when he was anxious), and it helps a little.
ireona…ireona
Despite the cop loudly milling down the corridor, the memory of the dream comes back, and it starts to ache in a new way. Are you already on your way to him? Hopefully—he needs to see you. He has questions.
“You! Kim…Seungmin.”
“Yes?”
A new one shows up and looks over his clipboard, and he takes his time. The papers fly up and down, as if the information isn’t right where it was a moment ago, and then the other cop interrupts to bullshit with him. Seungmin is quickly becoming impatient, but he continues to breathe deep and wait. No good will come from pissing them off.
“You’re being moved to Incheon detention center.”
“Moved…why? Has anyone come to post bail?”
“Bail? Oh, right. There was a young woman making a fuss right before I left. I remember her saying your name.”
He can feel his body going cold. “She came to take me home. There is no proof of—”
“Proof? Oh, we took your prints yesterday.” The cop lifts his hand and wiggles his fingers. “Did you forget?”
Inside he’s screaming, but he can’t let it show. “So?”
One of them snickers, the other nudges him. “It doesn’t say that, Bo-hyun. Hurry up, I want some breakfast.”
Seungmin hears every word and is still so confused. “What about my fingerprints?” The cop not holding the clipboard shakes his head and laughs as he goes for his keys. He’s opening it, and Seungmin is unsure what happens after this.
“You’re free to go, follow me.”
“I am?”
His body feels light again, but his stomach is still churning. Just a cruel, shitty joke between cops concerning his fate. Why should they care if inside he's falling apart? So no detention center. You must be out there, here to take him home, and the walk to his belongings is a long one. There’s more paperwork before he sees you, because the charges against him were dropped for insufficient evidence. The shopkeeper is the one that tried to pin something on him, and it didn't work. This was all a massive inconvenience and a really bad time, and god, he didn’t think he could miss someone, aside from his mother, the way he misses you right now. You’re moments away from him and standing here waiting for a few stamped papers and a nod is excruciating.
Clearly you got tired of waiting, too. It’s the back of you he sees as soon as the last door opens, slumped forward in the chair, head in your hands. Your hair is pulled into a tight braid, just long enough to reach the your back, and the naked curve of your neck and shoulders, the way you grab and squeeze your muscles in frustration as he approaches, perks him up a little more…you don’t typically leave the house showing so much skin, so it must be hot already. Seungmin can’t wait to take you home and kiss you there.
“Hey,” he whispers when he’s close enough to touch. You jump, and Seungmin can’t help but laugh. “Hi, love.” He catches a glimpse of two sleepy faces as you grip him with a not unusual sense of desperation. Seungmin has made you worry far too much over the last eight months, but he feels some of it leave your body when you touch him. “I missed you so much.”
The apartment feels different as soon he closes the door behind him, but you don’t seem to notice. You’re already occupied with freeing them from the confines of the stroller because they’re both starting get cranky from the heat. Seungmin thinks you might be, too. Tired, hot, and maybe not in the mood to deal with him no matter how relieved you are that he’s home safe.
Maybe he’s just projecting. “Do you need—”
“You should get cleaned up. I’m sure you feel awful after all of this.”
Two nights away; one on the street, the other in prison, is not good for his typical high maintenance needs. He wants you with him, but your stern face isn’t going away. “Would it be okay if I brought the boys in? After I shower, I mean.” You look at him, and a smile twitches on your lips. “For a bath.” Seungmin can feel himself getting softer every day, more passive. Obedient, even. He hasn’t made a journal entry since they came home, and his fingers are itching to get the mess of thoughts down.
“Yeah, they’ve missed you.”
Whatever strange connection you have with them seems to grow stronger each day, too, so he believes it. “You were in my dream last night.”
“Good.”
*
Seungmin sings to each boy as they lie on his chest. First Haesung, who gets a lullaby you’ve never heard before. It’s simple, but in his voice, it’s much more special. Haneul is wide awake and ready when it’s his turn, and his song starts as a hum. The words come to him slowly, and they’re barely more than a whisper…
“I know this song.” You lie your head on the edge of the tub and stare at him. Seungmin looked different in the dream—his hair was like it was before, and his forehead was smooth and uninjured. The eyes were the same; big and sad, like two dark pools of ink. Being away from him felt unnatural, and having him back is a relief you can’t explain.
“You do?”
You nod, but offer no explanation.
“It’s mine. It’s unfinished, but I don’t think I’ve ever sung it for you. Have I?”
“Last night, just a little bit. I want to hear it again.”
Last night. He wasn’t with you last night, and he can’t remember singing anything anyway. Your smile says otherwise. “Huh?” He loves your laugh, and sometimes he thinks he can hear your accent in it. “I’m confused.”
“Sing for us, please.”
He wants to, and he’s gotten used to singing for someone other than himself, but he still feels a slow warmth move over his entire naked body. First, he hums again, and he wonders if his voice will fall flat when he starts. His most important audience is here with him, and he wants it to be perfect. I want you to stay…
You sit up straight when his voice hits your ears.
Til I’m in the grave…until I rot away, dead and buried, until I’m in the casket you carry...
He stops to lift Haneul higher on his chest, to sneak a glance at you.
If you go, I’m goin too, cause it was always you…and if I’m turning blue, please don’t—
“Stop."
…save me.
A long silence hangs between you, until Seungmin starts again.
Nothin left to lose without my baby
Another long silence. Haesung is in your arms now, his face buried against your chest. You bury yours against him and try to regain some composure. “Please don’t leave again.”
“I won’t.” How can he possibly promise that? “I won’t, Tokki, I promise.”
*
“Where’s your lock picking set?”
Caging him up might be more simple than you expected, but there is no room for trial and error. Step one: a new padlock. It was the best one you could find—"unpick-able", according to the internet, but you don’t believe that. It’s already secured to the front door, locked with the rest of his security measures. Step two: hide everything from him. The keys, of course. You consider wearing them around your neck, but that would be too easy for him. The keys, his lock picking set, and the two screwdrivers in the house are somewhere only you know, but him finding them is still a possibility. Neither of you are sure how lucid he is when he wanders.
“I don’t know. The hospital took it, but I don’t think they gave it to the police. Or my knife.”
“They didn’t give evidence to the police?”
Seungmin shrugs.
“Oh well, even better.”
“I liked that knife.”
“Do you want—” Cuffed to the bed. No. You stop yourself just in time. He told you every detail he could remember from the moment he woke up in that hospital bed, and the bruises on his wrist are slowly growing. “We’ll lock this door, too. I’ll keep the key on me.”
He laughs at that, and you know why.
all he can see is a long row of cigarettes. several rows, perfectly lined up. just the sigh of them brings the memory of the smell and the cool burn in his throat, but when he reaches out for his usual pack, it’s suddenly behind a glass case. the pain in his fingers feels very real.
“you ready?”
me? he turns and faces the cashier; an older woman with a paperback in hand. “me?"
“there’s nobody else in here, honey”
“right…just a pack, uhm, the…” he can’t seem to form the words. he can’t even read the hangul on the packs.
“the usual?”
he nods and moves out of her way. why does his head feel empty? oh well. he smacks the pack on the heel of his hand a few times before ripping it open, can’t get it out and lit fast enough, and the first hit tastes as good as he expects. “much better.” everything feels a little clearer. he sucks in another lungful as you appear out of nowhere, like a rip in the universe spat you out just for him. you walk by without a glance in his direction. “hey!”
“oh, there you are. you don’t hold still.”
“what? I haven’t gone anywhere.”
“just stay focused on me.”
he can do that. what else would he focus on? “yeah, okay.” another drag, and though he tries to blow the smoke away from you, the wind brings it right back in your face. “sorry.”
“gimme...” you hold out your hand and wiggle your fingers at him, and a smirk twitches on his lips. he laughs when you take your own drag, hold it for a moment, and slowly let out the apple scented smoke. “still focused?”
seungmin nods happily. “only on you.”
“where do you wanna go?”
“home.”
Two big hazel eyes stare back at him in the dark, shining like he’s never seen before. The glow of the string lights behind him is what he sees, he thinks; a perfect starry reflection of whatever is inside of you.
“Did you have a dream?” You whisper.
The light fades a little when you blink. “Yeah, you were there.” Seungmin pulls his arms close to him, and you come, too. You tied one end of the soft nylon cord to your wrist, and the other end to his. Just another layer of comfort for you. “I can still taste the cigarette.”
“Me too.”
“How did you do that?”
“Practice. It’s kinda scary, though.”
He’s not sure you can give him an actual answer. “Practice? How is it…” Strange things have always happened to him, but you came along and made everything a little bit more strange. “Can you feel yourself doing it? Like, physically?”
“Yeah, it’s like floating, and then it slowly feels more real. The first few times I couldn’t get to you, or speak loud enough for you to hear. But last night…I think the distance made it easier, or maybe my emotions amplified everything.
“I like it.” He tugs the string and pulls you closer before drifting back to sleep.
*
…I think she might be—
He stops to think and glances at your sleeping face. It looks dreamless and happy, but he can’t know for sure.
…special. Well, I knew that, but more than that. Magical? Powerful. Is she like that with everything, or just me? Me and the boys. Maybe that’s why she makes me feel so weak.
When you wake again, Seungmin is up and typing away on his phone. A new journal entry, you think. You can’t see him until he pulls the screen a few more inches from his face, but he’s smiling when he does.
Why was she sent to me?
It’s not something he should be wondering, but Seungmin still knows he doesn’t deserve your love; your kindness; your care and your protection. He’ll never feel truly and completely deserving of the things you give him. If there is something in the universe that listens to prayer, maybe it sent you. If that monster in the woods is real, and those dogs, then maybe God is, too. It could be that all those late night prayers his mother sent into the sky came back down in the form of you.
I can’t let anything happen to her, and that means I can’t let anything happen to me.
“What are you doing, Minnie?”
But your sleepy morning voice, and the look you give him; the sun coming in to catch the green and brown and gold in your eyes—Seungmin would set the world on fire if you asked him to. He would kill. Has he killed for you already? “Just…thinking. Jal jassoyo?”
“Yeah, did you?”
“I did. Are you…does it make you tired? Seems like something that takes a lot of energy.”
“It does, but I’m okay. Did you turn my alarm off?”
He nods with a guilty look on his face. “They ate well.”
The cigarette taste is still on his breath when you kiss him, and you pull him until he wraps himself around you completely. The boys are asleep and comfortable, so you have one thing on your mind. Seungmin is well aware of that before you move a hand across his thigh. He must have been hoping for this, thinking about it, because he’s nowhere close to soft when your fingers touch him. And he moans sweetly in your ear when you start to stroke, slowly and gently.
“What are you in the mood for, hmm?” His whisper is laced with quiet laughter, and his soft kisses grow a little more desperate each time he tastes your skin.
“This…you…everything.”
Seungmin is up and pulling at what little clothing you have on, then dizziness hits—a moment of lightheadedness. It passes quickly, and he wants to ignore it, but you seem to notice. He's surprised at your decision to ignore it as well. It’s a stupid decision, for both of you, but you’re both touch-starved and deprived of each other. He braces himself and grabs your thighs…Seungmin has tunnel vision and all he wants is to look in your eyes and feel himself inside of you. He can taste it already, but the dizziness returns twofold, and then threefold. Everything goes black…again.
it’s a familiar dream, and a familiar feeling. until it's not. he can feel the grass on his back, cold and damp. the smell of pine burns his nostrils and the back of his throat, and if he just keeps his eyes closed, he’ll wake up eventually. a dog barks in the distance, that sweet little daengmo-like bark, and after what feels like hours, he decides it’s time to get up.
it’s exactly what he imagined in his head. the forest. he’s not sure if he’s dreaming, though, because his mind is full of memories. the dream of Heecheol in the woods with him, the kiss, the night he wandered into the woods and scared the hell out of you. no, he just recalls doing it, but not…he stops himself and closes his eyes again.
Seungmin woke up that night and watched you sleep for a long time. ten or fifteen minutes, maybe longer. He kissed your forehead, the tip of your nose, and you didn’t stir one bit. When he rose from the yo, you still didn’t stir. The t-shirt he pulled off before bed is thrown back on as he heads for the door, because he hears something odd. There used to be a flashlight in the kitchen drawer right next to this door, but it’s no longer there, so he can’t see a damn thing when he pulls the curtain aside to look. But he hears it—the sloppy sound of boots, feet…something unsticking from the mud, a grunt that doesn’t seem quite human. Why isn’t he scared? Someone could be out there, and he’s here, unarmed, and the most precious thing in his world is asleep in the next room.
Stepping outside for a better look feels stupid. It is stupid. He slowly twists the deadbolt until it clicks, and it’s unbelievably loud. Another grunt. Just twist the lock again and go to bed, he thinks, bit he doesn’t. Seungmin pulls the door open and is greeted with his backyard, dark and empty and quiet.
“I’m here puppy, I’m so sorry”
“Umma?” He whispers into the cold night air. “I can hear you. Can you hear me?”
“come see me, please”
There is no hesitation as he hops over the threshold and descends the steps. No fear of the dark or of the sounds that came from it, because it’s quiet as he navigates the muddy pathway toward the greenhouse. But he doesn’t quite make it.
“Minnie, come see me”
He stops in front of the shed and feels his stomach churn. Bile and partially digested dinner burns there, and then in his chest as it searches for the fastest route out. “No.” he retches once, and the second time, everything comes out and onto the grass and shed door in front of him. He goes cross-eyed in an attempt to focus, and then the shed door swings ever-so-slightly outward, back and forth, like the wind is catching it just right.
“you will, or I’ll pluck out her eyes”
The voice changes from his mother to the gravelly sound of his stepfather. Cigarette smoke fills his nostrils as the shed door creaks, but it’s the sound behind him that gets his attention—the pull of something stuck in mud, a grunt, and a new smell.
“I’ll open her up and—“
“Stop!” He screams, but it comes out scratchy and weak from his burning throat. “S-st…” Turning was a mistake. Leaving the house and the warmth of the bed was a mistake. It takes a few more steps to the left, all four limbs on the ground, and stops. The bleach white of its face shines like the moon and cuts right through the dark, and the sound; the inhuman grunt, makes Seungmin’s legs tremble.
“…eat a little piece of you”
How can he hold back his fear. “You won’t touch her, or them.”
“Minnie, don’t listen to it, not again”
Is it really her this time? “Umma?”
“Go back, don’t listen to it”
The voice starts to distort and he can’t tell for sure. It could be the monster, or it could be stepfather. The smell still surrounds him and he’s feeling nauseous again. Lightheaded, confused. Why isn’t the medicine helping? he thinks.
“stupid pup…I’m betting impatient. let’s go”
The back of his head starts to throb and he thinks he feels something warm trickle down his neck and shoulders. Trembling legs won’t keep him up much longer. "Tokki!” the most feeble attempt at a holler reaches the monster. It certainly doesn’t reach beyond it. You don’t want her anywhere near it but he’s—
...he’s out. When he wakes again, after what feels like seconds, his face is shoved in the damp earth, mouth and nose filled with soil. There’s the sound of insects crying, and nothing else, for a few more beats. Next is the familiar grunt and a gruff exhale of breath. The thought of looking at it again makes him want to cry, and he can already feel the vomit crawling up his throat. His mind turns to you. Have you woken up and noticed him missing? You’ll be worried…sick with it.
“look at me”
It’s the buzzing voice he hears when it’s time, the taunting hum, the inescapable urge. The sides of his skull feels like it could break from the vibration. Seungmin rolls until he’s gazing at the night sky—no moon in sight, but he knows it’s close. If only he could lay eyes on it, maybe he could get through this, but he knows he won’t. What he sees in his peripheral is the horrible white face moving closer, first on four legs that seem too long for it's body, and then it rises until only two remain on the ground. It changes, he thinks, or maybe his brain forgets some detail when it’s gone. The smallest mercy, except it’s worse every time he sees it again.
The buzzing slowly subsides before returning much worse. The pressure makes his ears pop and his eyes water. a trickle of blood leaves his nose, and then another. Seungmin can’t catch his breath from the pain. He’ll die out here and you’ll find him, eventually...his cold, stiff corpse. But just as the thought of his death crosses his burning, static-filled brain, everything stops. Quiet, then the chatter of bugs. It won’t kill him, but it will take him to the very edge because it needs to.
“she’s made you weak”
It’s back on all fours as it circles him. The pain and vibration might be gone, but there’s a magnetic pull burning through him as the monster moves.
“you used to have so much in you, I’ll have to eat them if you starve me”
Seungmin sees flashes of light, and then spots of darkness as it continues to pull at him. It speaks once more before he passes out.
“…both of them”
*
Slowly, he comes to, and as soon as he does, he can tell he’s surrounded. But right in front of him is you, wild-eyed and as pale as he’s ever seen anyone, he thinks.
“Minnie, oh…you’re awake, don’t—”
“M-museun iriyaaa?”
“Hush, just stay still. Don’t you move.”
Everything is foggy and echoes in his head, but he hears you well enough. He hears the accent that seems to intensify when you’re scared, or excited, or mad. “Where am I?”
“You're at home, in bed.”
He feels the rug beneath his fingers, and then a bright light blinds him. Look at me. His heart races until he sees the paramedic shining a penlight in each eye. Seungmin flinches away from the pain.
“You had a seizure, according to your wife.” He grabs Seungmin’s wrist to feel his pulse. “I highly advise you come to the hospital for an assessment.”
“No, not again.”
“Seungmin, you were having a fit for almost three minutes. You have to.”
The paramedic speaks up again. “How recent is this forehead wound?”
The last few days are blurring together. “That’s from…uhm, about two days ago.”
“He may have a concussion if seizures are unusual for him. An overnight observation would be a good idea.”
Seungmin shifts a little, but winces. He doesn’t want to admit how spotty his vision is, even though he knows your safety depends on his well-being.
“Can you take him there, please?” The paramedic nods to you, and then to his partner. When you look back to Seungmin, he’s pouting. “I’ll meet you down there with the boys.” The pout stays, but he looks at you with the biggest, wettest eyes you’ve ever seen on him, and nods. "I'll stay with you, I promise."
The moment his head hits the flat hospital pillow, he’s out, even with the nonstop noise in the emergency room they shoved him in again. You can see why he was reluctant to return, and if they can get him to an actual room, he might be comfortable.
But you learn this is not the same hospital as before, so the nice doctor that called you won’t be here.
“Deuleogado doelkkayo…May I come in?”
A pair of expensive looking shoes stand below the curtain the four of you are behind. They’ve been sleeping soundly, but that won’t last forever. “Yes.” A young looking doctor enters slowly, eyes going first to the stroller by your side. It’s relatively small, considering it holds two, but it still takes up a good chunk of the space you’re in. Then his eyes move to you, look you over carefully (and respectfully), but his eyes sit on your necklace for a few long seconds.
“Hello, I’m Dr. Lee. We spoke very briefly a few days ago, I’m sure you remember.”
“Oh you are here! But this isn’t St. Mary’s…I didn’t think…”
“No, but they have a shortage of psychiatrists who can be on-call, so I jump between both when needed. Lucky to run into him again, I think.”
“You’re a psychiatrist? Do you know when he’s going to get his tests done? It’s so loud down here.” You don’t think he can help with that, but you’re desperate for him and the babies to be a little more comfortable.
“I’ll see what I can do. If he was brought by ambulance, he should be higher priority.”
He’s your savior a second time, because not ten minutes later, Seungmin is on his way to a private room, and then, finally, to get his head looked at. You get to stretch out and feed them in peace as you wait, but you’re nervous that they’ll find something wrong. Or is not finding anything worse? Can they even see a concussion on a ct scan? No, you don’t think, but it was written on his chart after a very brief visit from a neurologist—a mild concussion caused by self-inflicted blunt force trauma. 정신과 상담 (psych consult) is written directly beneath it, despite telling them he has a doctor and is already medicated.
A knock on the door startles you, but you finish up, clothe yourself, and invite them in. It’s Dr. Lee, who you’re relieved to see. “Thank you for everything.” You stand, and he gives you a no big deal type of wave. “I mean it. He might still be stuck in that jail if you hadn’t contacted me. How did you find me, anyway?”
“Oh, Seungmin’s regular doctor, Jiyoun, was a classmate of mine, and still a good friend. I told her what happened and she gave me his emergency contact, which was you. He was so desperate to get a hold of you, and clearly unwell, so…”
You thank him again and watch as he stares wide-eyed at the babies, both awake and satisfied. “They thank you, too. His absence did not go unnoticed by them.”
“I’m glad I could get their dad back to them. They…um, they’re very handsome boys.”
There’s another knock, and before you can get a word out, the door slides open and in he comes looking miserable in his wheelchair. You can’t remember the last time you saw that sour face, but it may have been the day he told you to leave. He says hi to you in his most pathetic, sleepy voice, and the nurse lets him crawl into bed on his own.
“All done, now you can sleep…unless you’re hungry.”
He carefully rubs his hand over his hair, maybe forgetting he no longer has bangs to push side. “I’m hungry.”
You spend the night with him, which you’re grateful for, but didn’t expect. The staff on this floor have been exceptionally kind and accommodating, providing a nursery cot for each boy, right from the maternity ward. If it’s anything like where you’re from, it’s because they know he has money. But maybe it doesn’t work that way here. You’ll take pity or ass-kissing if it means he’s being cared for, so it doesn’t matter much right now. There won’t be any answers until morning, so you watch him sleep for a while, and eventually, you catch up with him…
*
“Seungmin?” Quietly at first, always, because he might be close and you don’t want to scare him. “Are you here?” You’ve slowly gotten better at this, and maybe he’s become more receptive to it, even with a concussion. “Let me in, sweetie.” Everything around you feels wavy and uneven, like looking through a fish tank, but only when you lose focus. The rest of the time it’s just a little softer than real life. The softness is nice, though; it’s quiet and calm in here right now, and you wonder for a moment if you jumped into Haneul or Haesung by mistake. “Seungmin?”
There are no background noises this time. No birds or bugs, and no humming to lead the way. You’re a moment away from letting go when something in the atmosphere, or whatever it is, changes. The lines of his world are soft, but it starts to turn gauzy and broken every time you focus in one spot. The sky, clear and blue a moment before, grays ever so slightly, and your legs shake as if the ground below you shifts. He here’s somewhere, and you don’t see or hear him after what feels like a mile long walk, but you do catch a new smell in the air. It’s the same smell from your dreams about the shed, the ones you haven’t had in months. “Seungmin…” You don’t holler again, it just comes out in an exhausted sigh.
“Hello.”
You stop in your tracks, but you keep your head down, because it’s not Seungmin’s voice you hear. The voice is familiar, though. “Why are you here?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? You don’t think I make it into his dreams?” Heecheol takes a step out from the trees. “What do you think he dreams about?”
“Where is he?”
“Resting, I’m sure. Recharging. Quite a week he’s had, right?”
The twinkle in his eye makes you want to slap him until he bruises, until he can’t see straight. Touching takes a lot more effort, though. “Sure. Where is he?”
No words, just a quick glance to his right, and then he’s gone like you expect a dream person to dissolve away. You head in that direction until the smell makes your eyes water. The decay of plant and animal mixed with wet soil, mixed with pine, mixed with jasmine and almond. It’s not a good scent, but you keep going until, at last, you see him. He’s on the ground, face up, and it looks like he’s sleeping, so Heecheol was telling you the truth. Seungmin is sleeping in his dream, so does that mean he’s not really dreaming? You approach him anyway. This version of him looks the same as he did a week ago; no forehead stitches, hair sweeping perfectly across his forehead.
A grunt stops you from taking the last step. It almost sounds human, but not quite, so your heart skips a little before true fear sets in. Goosebumps move up your arms and every hair stands on end as you reach for him, but a louder grunt reels your arm right back against your chest. It echoes in the small clearing, and a crunch of footsteps makes everything go watery again. The focus is gone for a moment, and you wish it would have remained that way, but you reach for him again and touch his soft, cold cheek. “No…no, Seungmin?”There’s a thin line of blood coming from his nose and mouth, and a smear across his temple and cheek. You see what you didn’t see before, because you weren’t looking. Seungmin’s eyes are half lidded and heavy, lips dry and pale. His chest rises with a desperate pull for air just as something wet and cold and hits your face. It grips and squeezes your jaw and you somehow wonder in that moment if it missed your throat, but when you look to see what’s on the other end, all you can see is the blur of fingers moving closer. A muffled scream makes it out, but your hands find and grip Seungmin’s cold arm. It’s just a dream he’s dreaming I’m dreaming we’ll wake up. Why does your heart feel like it's close to exploding? Closing your eyes and relaxing does not help. That’s what you tell Seungmin to do when his sleep paralysis returns, but this isn’t quite the same, is it? They remained closed, though, because those sharp fingers were reaching for something. When they can’t get what they want, those fingers wrap around your throat and squeeze.
"Stay away from him, you little bitch. Who do you think you are?"
That voice. It belongs to your mother, and so does the body. Your eyes open to hers, identical in shape and color to yours, and for a brief moment it feels like looking in a mirror. The hands suffocating you are hers, and you start to feel deprived of oxygen as she grips tighter. Oh, I know this…I know this feeling. Whatever focus you had left slips away, and though you’re dreaming, it feels like falling asleep…
“Tokki? Hey…c’mon. I know you’re tired love, but please wake up.”
His voice is a comfort to hear. His touch is soft and warm on your arm, and then on the cheek he caresses. The warmth of the sun coming in from the window, and the scent of coffee already on his breath is almost like being home again. You think you hear Haesung cry a little—he’s a little quieter than his brother, so you need to go to him. Both of them.
“Please wake up.”
Why does he sound like he’s crying? And why can’t you move? Is this sleep paralysis? Open your eyes. No, relax. Breath. You can feel the movement of air in and out of your lungs, and the rise and fall of your chest. So why can’t you move to touch him, or open your eyes to look at him? You’ve never wanted to see his face so badly than you have at this very moment.
You say his name in your head over and over, and then beg for him to shake you or slap you or anything. And then you scream it. This has to be a dream.
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an au where seungmin is a floral shop owner and studies the language of flowers, and you’re the prettiest flower he’s ever seen.
florist!Seungmin x western gn!reader
wc: ~3.5k rating/contains: fluff; awkward flirty seungmin trying his best, kissing and pining comments: I have a few requests waiting for me still, but after writing this I'll be focusing on Deity p12 for a bit. I will get to the others, though, because you guys have great requests. Writing (and writing well) has been rough lately, not just from being busy, but from my depressed brain just not letting me focus for more than 10-15 mins at a time. I really appreciate everyone sticking with me and being so patient ♡
MASTERLIST
His tiny shop sits at the very end of the street—pretty, bright, and welcoming, just like his mother always kept it. A new window display every week, an enticing deal on the A-frame board (handmade in his not so great handwriting…and him. When he’s not busy, which has been the case for the past week, he sits out front to greet any potential customers. But he isn’t very good at it.
Today, he hasn’t seen anyone since his neighbors closed for the afternoon. Seungmin is bored. The smell of freshly baked donuts still lingers an hour later, and he remember how much he hates Tuesdays. The elderly baker and her almost as elderly son are his closest friends—mostly someone to talk to, and he can only have so much in common with them at twenty-five. But he gets a free donut everyday, and the softness of his stomach is a good sign of how often he takes advantage of that. In exchange, they have a fresh arrangement of flowers every week.
The bakery closed at noon. He’s alone now, and lonely on top of that. Seungmin enjoys his solitude, but sometimes it can be a little unbearable, especially when he has to work on a wedding arrangement, or a bouquet for an anniversary. Everyone that comes through has someone, except for him. At least it feels that way.
This Tuesday is no different, except for one little thing. Today Seungmin sits in the sun with his iced coffee, the book he keeps trying to read, and his phone in his face. He doesn’t notice you walk by him, stop to look at the menu in the window, and then try and fail to open the door. What he does hear is your pathetic, defeated whine, and he tries his best to glance at you sideways. His reading glasses make you a little blurry, so he has no choice but to take them off and look.
Stupid… You don’t hide your annoyance very well. I came on the wrong day?
You are not what he expected to see on a Tuesday afternoon outside of Seoul, but he can understand your little English grumbles just fine. Seungmin bites down on his lip as he watches you try to look casual, pretends to watch his phone as you pace back and forth…away from him, and then a little closer each time. I’m open, he whispers around his straw, and now he starts to chew on it. But if you’re a tourist coming from somewhere in Seoul, flowers might not be in your itinerary. You wanted a pastry. Probably a raspberry donut, or the peaches and cream one. Maybe a matcha latte on the side. He really wants to find the courage to say something to you, but he keeps swallowing it down with every sip of coffee. Maybe a complimentary flower. A little cheesy, but he’s never been the best flirt. Flirt? Is that my plan? Maybe just strike up a conversation first. Why do you wanna flirt? Because he’s lonely, and you’re as pretty as the flowers that just bloomed in his little greenhouse behind the shop. Very cheesy, Seungmin.
“Hi.” His voice sounds disconnected from him. “Um…” he clears his throat when you look his way. “They close early on Tuesdays.”
At first he thinks you’ll just ignore him, or pretend you didn’t hear. You look taken back, confused at being noticed, wondering why a stranger is trying to say hello. Maybe he looks like a creep. He can’t remember what he looked like in the mirror this morning, but he did fix his hair, and he did put on a clean apron. Seungmin looks down at himself; the apron is still perfect from hardly working, but he sees a splash of coffee slowly seeping into his white converse.
“Yeon…geop…haeyo?”
Seungmin’s stomach jumps (very pleasantly) when he hears your bad pronunciation. He likes the attempt despite him addressing you in English. “Ne, yeoreosseoyo…I’m open.” And he remembers the half dozen donuts he bought and put in the fridge yesterday. Well, there are four left after his breakfast. Before he can say another word, you start toward him, and breeze right through the front door. Maybe he can give you a flower.
He follows and slides behind the counter to give you space, but the shop is small, so he watches from the corner of his eye. The first flower you stop to look at is the pink Camillia’s. You reach a hand out to touch, but your fingertips stop just short, and then you look at him. And Seungmin looks at you. He freezes. But you smile, and it loosens him up. “Love and affection.”
“Mwoyo?”
“Camellia…” maybe you don’t really care much for flowers. “That’s what they…mean. Pink is more of the longing, pining type of love.” But you’re still smiling. “They would go well in an arrangement for someone you miss, someone far away. Or your crush.”
“What about this one?”
Coriopsis. “Keun-geumgyeguk.” Seungmin feels himself turn red. “Chonnune banhada.” You look at him again, confused. That particular phrase must not be in your vocabulary yet. “Love at first sight.”
“Chonnune banhada…”
He nods. “Which pastry were you going to try?” That’s how he’s going to follow love at first sight? Too late now. “You seemed disappointed, I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright, I’ll find something else to try.”
You move to another flower, much closer to him—close enough for Seungmin to see every freckle on your cheek and nose.
“I was gonna try a pistachio donut. And they have coffee, so that sounded nice, too.”
The last of his coffee is mixing with his melted ice, so a fresh one does sound nice. “Do you have a favorite flower?”
You look at him, but the look must be more loaded than you intend because he shuffles and looks away. “I like peonies.”
“Molan.” Okay, I’ll be right back.”
He disappears into the back, and you listen carefully while you inspect the rest of the tiny shop—the counter, scattered with a few receipts and pamphlets and a small stack of almanacs. The iced americano he was working on catches your eye, because his name is scribbled on the side next to a heart. Maybe he’s a regular, and the barista has a crush. “Seungmin.” You mouth, and then say it out loud. “Seungmiinnn.”
“Yes?” He reappears with a handful of coral colored peonies in one hand, and a donut in the other.
“Seungmin…”
“I hope these are okay. The pink and white ones are being a little stubborn, no blooms yet.”
“They’re beautiful. How much?”
Seungmin laughs, a little awkwardly, he thinks. Flirting isn’t his strong suit, but he thought he was doing okay this time. “No no, uhm, no charge. And it wasn’t made this morning, but…it’s pistachio.”
“Flowers and a donut, for me?”
“Yes, and one more thing.”
He heads for the flowers you were admiring a moment ago, pulls a bundle free, and then you watch as he does his job. He moves the peonies and keun-geumgyeguk around until they’re intertwined more naturally, wraps them loosely, and ties a yellow ribbon around it. Chonnune banhada, he hopes you’ll take the hint, even if it is a little forward. “Now it’s complete. Fresh kkotdabal, leftover donut, and me…if you’ll have me.” Another awkward laugh. In his entire adult life, he has never asked someone out so bluntly before. Certainly not at work. Something about you feels good, though, at least for the moment. “For coffee, I mean. Or something.”
“Will you tell me more about your flowers?”
***
It’s difficult not pulling out your phone and texting your sister, and you should so she doesn’t worry, but you’re frozen. Seungmin hasn’t touched his since sitting down with his coffee, and he’s making you nervous. You don’t want to be rude. You didn’t think much of him up close, even as he smiled shyly and wrapped your flowers, but seeing him now is different. The sunlight is starting to fall behind you, and it hits him just right. Seungmin’s eyes are the darkest brown, even when the light hits them, but they still reflect a hint of gold back at you.
How long are you visiting?
You really should let her know why you haven’t returned yet.
“Hey…are you alright?”
“What? Oh I’m fine, sorry.”
He’s blushing from your soft stare, and you’re probably blushing, too. You’re definitely a little warmer now, so you sip your iced coffee and look at anything else. His hands—Seungmin’s fingers tap lightly against the table, and his silver rings catch your eye; his wrists and arms and the little moles that scattered on them.
“How long are you visiting Korea?”
“I’ve been here for three weeks, and I leave the day after tomorrow.”
Of course you won’t be here long. Maybe this is a good thing; not enough time for a second date, and not enough time to really get to know you. “Oh, very soon.”
“But I’m trying to figure out if we can afford to stay a few more days.”
“Oh?” So time for another date, but why would you extend your stay to hang out with a boring florist in Hanam? “Still more things to do? Or sometimes it’s just hard to leave.”
“We crossed off the most important things, so yeah…hard to leave, I guess.”
“Did you have other plans for today?”
“My sister isn’t feeling well, so I’m exploring alone. I picked somewhere I haven’t been yet, and then I was hungry when I got off the train.”
He taps his fingers again, wishes he was better at making conversation, and wonders if you’re as bored as he’s afraid you are. This was his idea. “Your flowers…molan represent good fortune and prosperity, and the coral ones in particular are for admiration. Red and pink are more romantic.” Better than silence. And he assumes you meant it when you wanted to know more.
“I like the coral ones. What is your favorite flower, Seungmin?”
“Mine?” He thinks he catches your pupils dilate when eye contact is made. That means something, right? You’re taking in as much of him as possible, and a pleasant twinge in his stomach comes out of nowhere. His mind wanders to his arm sliding around your waist, fingers clenching and tugging at your shirt, pulling you close until there’s no space left between you. What is his favorite flower? He has to close his eyes for a moment to recalibrate. “What kind of flower do you think of when you look at me?” That’s a tough one, too, but Seungmin is hoping you’ll ask him the same thing.
The answer is already on the tip of your tongue. Your mind flies back to the moment you walked into the shop. “You…well, when you walked in behind me, and then brushed past, I saw a flower against the wall behind you and thought that must be his favorite, it feels special.”
Seungmin tries to remember which one you could possibly mean, because he has flowers everywhere. And he feels like he should know if you felt that strongly about it. “The iris?”
“Yeah, the iris. It’s so tall, and pretty, a little dark and mysterious…very quietly asking for attention, because it knows it deserves to be admired. But it tends to be overlooked when there are so many showy roses and orchids around.
Again, his mind wanders when he should be acknowledging that response, but he can’t help but wonder how it might feel when you touch him. He hopes, with a little ache in his chest, that your hands are as soft as your words. “Wa…uh…”
“I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t make it weird.”
“No, not at all. Do you like irises?”
“Yeah, I do.”
If only he could move closer. Watching the nervous tap of your fingers makes not reaching out so much harder—he just wants to hold them still for a moment, he wants to take you somewhere else. Would you go somewhere more quiet with him if he asked, or is that too much too fast? You said you like irises, so you like him, right?
“What kind of flower am I?”
That part of the plan worked, at least. It’s been on his mind since he saw you. “I have a few in mind—Marigold, but that was just my first impression. You smell like vanilla, so when you got closer, it was heliotrope. But I think you picked your own…peony.”
“Can I ask why?”
“They’re very bold, but soft and pretty. And they look nice with irises.”
“Bold? I think you might be the bold one. You think we look nice together?”
“So far. How’s your coffee?”
You take another sip for him, and he mimics you. “It’s good. Is this your regular coffee place?
Seungmin nods, “here and the pastry shop.”
“How did you become a florist?”
“Family business.”
“Did you want to be one, or is there something else you wanted to do?”
So many questions, but he likes your curiosity. And he gets to go next. “I auditioned to be an idol when I was sixteen, but I did love being at the shop with my parents. It’s lonely there now.”
“An idol? Did you make it through?”
“Yes. I trained for a while, until my father died. I came back home to my mom and the shop.” You’re overwhelmed with all of this information, he can see it in your eyes. Too much too fast. “I was nowhere near debuting, and she needed me.”
Overwhelmed and speechless.
“Sorry. I don’t talk much, so when I start…”
“I like listening. Would you like to take a walk?”
Yes. That’s exactly what he wants to do. Walk, casually brush his arm against you, his hand, his fingers.
***
Seungmin leads the way down the narrow street, but he isn’t sure which way to go. Left would take you to a park just a few blocks away, and that would be appropriate. It would also be just as, or more crowded than the coffee shop. Right is the direction of his house. He wonders how comfortable you would be having that option presented to you—a strangers house. The two of you have connected pretty well, and quickly, but he would understand you being wary. Only one way to find out.
“Hey,” he turns to you, and smiles when you take a step closer.
“Hey.”
“Would you like to go toward the park?” Seungmin points, trying to sound casual through his nervous blush. “Or…my house is that way.” It gets worse when you don’t answer right away. “We can head back toward the shop if you—”
“No, I’d love to see your place.”
“Yeah? I may have more flowers for you there.”
***
You would? So your basic survival skills have been thrown out the window because a cute guy is showing interest. More than interest—there are only two reasons why Seungmin even suggested his apartment; to kill you, or to kiss you in private. Kiss you, touch you…etcetera. Is the risk of one worth the other? Or possibly a third thing; he doesn’t want the date to end, he wants to keep getting to know you—completely innocent. There is not a single bad vibe coming from him, and he could have just as easily done something in his empty shop.
“It’s right here, this one.” His fingers graze your arm, and he just goes for it and wraps them around your wrist.
“Oh, you said house and I was still expecting an apartment. Do you live here all alone?”
“Yes, just me.”
Before you get more than a few feet off the sidewalk, you can tell this is his home. Every spring flower seems to be in bloom already, and it’s mostly untamed, unlike the flower shop where everything is neatly trimmed and organized. Inside is much neater, but still a little chaotic. In here he has potted flowers and plants in every corner, on shelves, hanging from the ceiling. It’s how you hoped it might look when he said he had more flowers for you. It’s charming and comfortable, and very quiet. “What’s this one?” Some type of cactus. You carefully touch a bright pink flower.
“Easter cactus. I have more of those at the shop, but they aren’t very popular.”
“It’s pretty,”
“It is…very pretty.”
Something in his voice changes. You feel it in your stomach as it swirls with nervous anticipation, and it pulses lower and lower until your breath catches in your chest. Seungmin’s fingers graze your wrist again, he turns you gently, and all you see are his lips as they slowly part to speak again. No words come out, just a sigh—his nervous anticipation. The next move could be yours, but he’s there before you, mouth soft, lips closed and innocent until you run your hand across his neck and squeeze. His tongue wants in, so you open up and give him yours.
He tastes warm and sweet, like his cinnamon coffee, and a slow heat blooms through you as his hand settles on your hip. A moment later, he pulls away just enough to study your face, searching for a sign you want him to keep going. The question hangs for a moment, but you answer with another kiss, a gentle bite to his lower lip, a hand on his stomach. You can feel his pulse and his breathing as he tries to steady it, but you make it worse when your hand slides beneath the fabric to touch his hot skin. Seungmin’s moan is so sweet as it disappears down your throat.
The scent of his breath and skin as he surrounds you makes your head swim. But then he slows down, and he whispers, “we should…stop.”
He’s right, but that doesn’t mean you’re relieved to hear it. “Oh.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay, we should...”
The touch of his hand doesn’t really match his words. It still holds firmly to your hips, and his eyes look as if they’re still questioning what he’s saying. “I should have taken you on a real date, but I didn’t think I had time.”
All you can think about in the moment, despite his sweet sincerity, is how his pout takes the shape of a heart. “You did take me on a real date. We can go on another one, if you want.” And how badly you want to kiss it away.
“You’re leaving soon.”
Seungmin is receptive to the squeeze of your hand on his. “But not tonight, or tomorrow.” He moves a little closer. “I came back today hoping to see you again. And talk to you.”
“Came back?
“I stopped at the pastry shop yesterday morning, and when I came out, I saw you sitting on your bench, reading your book, eating a donut.”
You noticed him first, not the other way around. “You saw me?” He knows he’s asking stupid questions, but he can’t believe he missed you looking at him. “Yesterday?”
“Yeah, you were really into your book, and I was nervous about approaching the most handsome guy I’ve seen the last three weeks.” He laughs at that, but it’s true. “I came back today knowing the pastry shop would be closed, hoping you would be here.”
The smile he cracks feels almost proud of how you managed to catch him, but he’s still blushing. “Can I kiss you again?”
An unnecessary question—he knows that, and you know that, but he also seems to read you well. You like his sweet talk, his soft exterior. Seungmin somehow controlled himself in a heavy moment, and you like that, too. But maybe it was an attempt at keeping some emotional distance (at least until you told him your little secret). “You don’t think it was weird to come back and—”
“No! No, I’m glad you came back. I’m sorry I missed you yesterday. The book wasn’t even that good.”
“Yeah, you can kiss me.”
Seungmin feigns surprise and smiles shyly, as if you weren’t seconds from unzipping his jeans. But the kiss is different this time; there is no foreplay in it, but it’s filled with intent. It’s playful, and it feels right.
“Can I show you something?”
There are two grow lamps casting a strangely comforting glow over everything, but he still flicks on another, and now you can see the bed you almost ended up on. The organized, soft chaos of his flowery room is comfortable, too. “So, it is your favorite?” Despite the chaos, your eyes are drawn to one specific spot.
“Yeah, you got me.”
An iris, almost identical to the one in his shop, sits in the corner closest to his bed. All alone. “It’s so pretty.”
“I’d give it to you if I could, so you won’t forget about me.”
“You think I’ll forget about you?”
“With enough time and distance, it’s easy to forget.”
He’s right. Both of you will forget about each other if enough time is allowed to pass. “I don’t want to...we don’t have to forget. Take me somewhere tonight?”
“Yeah? A real date. Where would you like to go?”
Seungmin's Small But Certain Happiness ep.7
Really though ☹️
Those dudes are so lucky he doesn't cry often because if he did they'd have no defense, he'd get whatever he wanted from them, he'd win any argument- game over
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idol!Kim Seungmin x female reader
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Seungmin never once imagined himself in this situation…longing for the touch, the voice of someone waiting patiently for him—or that person doing the same. Maybe you’re not so patiently waiting for him, but he’s pretty sure the longing part is there, and the car ride to you is so painfully slow.
“What are you smiling about?”
He’s too lost in thought to hear his friend’s voice two feet away. Right now, you’re taking up every space inside of him, every sense…the softness of your skin, the scent of you that lingers in his nose for a few hours every time he leaves.
“Hellooo?”
“Sorry, yeah?” Seungmin looks at Felix and his smile grows a little more. It's obvious he was somewhere else, there is no hiding that. “I’m so tired.”
“Yeah? You’ll catch a second wind when you get home.”
“Catch a second…?”
“You’ll feel better once you see her.”
Felix is right. Or it could come from the quick walk to the building (risky, but it’s late enough, he thinks), the cool night air hitting his face. The text you send when he’s finally in the elevator wakes him up more than either of those.
I’m still up
Of course you are. You don't work tomorrow, so forcing yourself to stay up until 2am isn’t too much of a stretch. No video calls, and very little time for texting has made the last few weeks feel much, much longer. He decides to leave you on read as he walks down the hallway to the door of the apartment—the same one he moved you into two years and five months ago. The key is a little noisy when it slides in, and he knows exactly where the door creaks, so he takes his time. It’s dark, and the sweet smell hits him hard. The warmth of the day is still trapped inside, moved a little by an open window in the living room. You always leave that one open at night.
He’s feeling a little nervous as he approaches the bedroom door, and for no reason. The two of you have played this game dozens of times, and it hasn’t gotten old—coming home late at night after being away, sneaking in as if you can’t hear his every move. Seungmin still wonders if you’ll get tired of this and find something more consistent, more stable…until he opens the door and sees you sitting there, half under the blanket, glasses on, laptop open. Seungmin remembers what you tell him every time he worries… If I couldn’t have you, I’d take what I had before…nobody, just me. He also still wonders what makes him so special to you. So I might as well keep you. “Hi,” he whispers, and carefully sets his bag down.
You gather your things and set them aside, “get over here,” pull off your glasses, rub your eyes. It’s late, and you’re tired, but not that tired.
“Do you want your gift now or in the morning?”
That familiar feeling in your stomach, the anticipation, the excitement, the hope that he’s returning to you just as in love as he was when he left. “Mmm…now.” There is no reason for you to think he won’t be, but together, the two of you make a cute, anxious couple, and you probably always will.
“Good, I didn’t wanna wait.” He climbs into bed, sits himself between your now open legs, and pulls out a little black box. He knows you already know what it is. “And you’re not allowed to say no.”
“To what…exactly?” And to what’s clearly going to be a ring. You watch as he opens it, and inside is just that, a ring. “Oh!”
Seungmin’s gifts are never a surprise, but always surprising. His sense of humor is unmatched when it comes to that, and most of the time, it’s very unserious, or just very cute. This is the second time he’s given you jewelry—the first time was a sapphire bracelet, his birthstone…so you can look at it and think about me when I’m not here. As if you need help with that. This time it’s your stone. Five little faceted garnets set in a thin silver band.
“Do you…do you like it?”
But he wouldn’t do something like propose without talking to you about it first. Hinting at it, at the very least. Surprises are tough for him. “It’s perfect, I just don’t know if this is a regular gift, or….ya know.”
“Regular, or not…regular?” He cocks his head to one side, and his hair falls across his forehead. “What do you—oh, oh uhm.”
“Either is fine, for the record. But you said I wasn’t allowed to say no.”
“I wasn’t sure if you’d like more jewelry. Does it look like an engagement ring?”
You wonder if he thinks you didn’t like the bracelet, but he’s not usually here when you put it on to go to work. “It’s prettier than the ones I usually see.”
“Really?”
“I should try it on.”
Seungmin pulls back when you reach for it, examines it again, thinks very loudly. You don’t know what’s going on in his head, but you can see the thoughts racing behind his eyes. He pulls the ring free, grabs your hand, and leans forward to kiss across your knuckles. “On the drive home I was thinking about our first date.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?”
“Next month makes four years. That’s a long time, even if we haven’t been together the whole time.”
“No, but I’ve been crazy about you all four years. That’s close enough.”
He slides the ring onto your finger. Your ring finger, but on your right hand. “Is this okay?”
“It is.”
“Does it fit?”
“Yeah, feels good.”
There’s some hesitancy as he finds his next words. You don’t have to look at him to know, you can feel it.
“I’m not sure I’m ready, I’m—“
“Ready?”
“Uhm. Proposing. Marriage. I can propose something, though.”
Marriage isn’t what you need from him, but you would do it right this moment if he asked. Seungmin has never hinted at it being something he wanted in the future, so you don’t actually know where he stands on being engaged…forever spoken for. And you’re perfectly happy as you are right now, which is the same as it’s always been—quiet and hidden away. This relationship is easy…it’s safe, because he makes it that way. Spending more than two or three nights at a time together is rare, yes, but this is somehow the most stable and satisfied you’ve ever felt in your life.
But waiting on him, finally being with him, then waiting again…it can be exhausting, and some nights you can’t keep yourself from crying from the loneliness, but it passes, because you know he’ll return. A text or phone call brings you right back. The sound of his voice—and it’s so different from how he speaks to anyone else, always brings you right back.
“Anything…”
He looks around as if he lost his train of thought, but it comes back to him when your eyes meet again. “Promise ring.”
You twist the ring back and forth and watch the stones catch the lamplight. It really is something you would pick out for yourself. “Is that was this is? A promise ring?” Still pretty serious.
“Yeah.” His heart thumps in his throat. “Not very traditional, but I’m not always…well, I don’t want you to think I’m afraid of commitment. Sometimes the thought is scary, and it shouldn’t be. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to keep coming home to you. Promise.”
"How long do we have?"
It’s silent as he thinks, but slowly, sounds from outside start to intrude. Maybe he isn’t sure, but more than likely, he just doesn’t want to think about it and say the words out loud. The failed attempt at a smile tells you plenty. "Tonight." He looks at the clock on your table. There isn’t much of tonight left. "Some of tomorrow. I...uhm..." Relief washes over him when you move closer, because now he might not have to keep talking. He doesn't want to hear himself give another useless apology, because it isn't going to make you feel better. "I'll stay as long as—”
There really is no time to talk, and you know that. You both know that. The kiss you give him is so fierce, so full of need, and Seungmin deepens it. Fingers curl around your neck and squeeze while his tongue finds a way in, and his free hand pulls at whatever piece of clothing he can get to.
First, his shirt is peeled away, and now you can see the sweat forming on his chest. It's hot, and the room is warm, but you think this might be nerves—worry over how you might react when he said you barely have a day with him before he leaves again. Now he fumbles with his belt, and the button of his jeans, but you make quick work of it when you finally come out of the trance his kiss puts you in. He laughs a little when your fingers graze his stomach, and the mood of the room is suddenly lighter, happier, just how you hoped it would be. Exactly how it’s supposed to be.
You’re pulled and pushed until your back hits the bed.
“I’ll stay until someone comes and drags me away.”
“Promise?”
His lips jump around your stomach, across your ribs where he knows he’ll get a reaction. You laugh and squirm under his touch, just like he wants. “Promise. They know where I am if they need me. But right now…”
“I need you.”
Mmhm, Seungmin grunts as he kisses one more time, pulls at your shorts, gently pushes your thighs apart. “…eul su eopseoyo,” he smiles at you, not sure if you catch his quiet words. “I can’t…”
“Can’t what?”
Suddenly, it seems like too much. His heart pounds, and the blood rushes to warm his face—not where he needs it to go. “Nothing.” He kisses the top of your knee and laughs at himself. “I missed you.”
“Tell me, please.”
No matter what, there is always a little bit of sadness and longing in your eyes, so the way you look at him can make him do (or say) anything. It’s the same look you had when he said goodbye after your blind date, when both of you were unsure if you’d ever see each other again.
“I can’t imagine not having you here, waiting for me. Thank you for staying.”
hey its me again who checks on ur account and notices that mother Tokki wanna go back to writing smut? lol um AM I EVEN READY FOR A SUBBY SEUNGMIN COMEBACK? SUBBY SEUNGMIN X NOONA CHANGED LIVES 🔥🔥🔥
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co-worker!Kim Seungmin/noona!reader
WC: 4.1k RATING: fluff/smut contains: soft needy seungmin, sub!seungmin/dom!seungmin, lots of praise, nicknames (pup/puppy), teasing, unprotected sex COMMENT: I've been sitting on most of this story for a very long time, but I finally decided to find a nice ending to this part (though not the entire thing). Part two was posted over a year ago. I’m sorry it took so long 😭
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The muffled sounds coming from the break room carry all the way to where you stand, right outside the bathroom door. You recognize Seungmin’s voice, of course, and Changbin’s, but it’s a little more high pitched than usual—his laugh is probably reaching the front of the store. A few more people are in there, too...likely the entirety of Changbin’s jerk friend group. You can’t make out what they’re talking about, though.
You jump when your senior manager clicks the bathroom door open.
“God, they can be obnoxious,” she says, and rolls her eyes as she walks by. But then she stops and turns on her heel. “How have you been doing? Getting along with everyone?”
It’s the first time since you’ve started that anyone cared to ask. Aside from Seungmin. “Yes, everything is fine. Everyone has been helpful when I needed them.”
“Good. I…well, we probably shouldn’t talk here, but, I did notice you’ve been spending a lot of time around one employee in particular.”
Your heart races. Of course, it’s obvious. This was bound to happen. You’ve been careless for the most part, and it’s likely someone saw you grab his ass earlier. Now you get to start looking for a new job. “I am?” Feigning stupidity might work.
“I don’t like spreading rumors, even if maybe they're not rumors, but he seems to have a bit of a reputation around here. I don’t want anyone to think something is happening between manager and employee, because one of you would suffer. Maybe both of you.”
Well, at least she gets right to the point.
“Sorry, but are we both talking about Min…uh, Seungmin? Kim Seungmin?”
“Yes. The quiet, innocent looking one.”
You smile without realizing it, thinking about his sweet, handsome face, but quickly correct yourself when she gives you a look.
“He’s apparently gone after his female coworkers…customers. Don’t misunderstand, he is great at his job and he’s reliable as hell, but he doesn’t seem to know how to stop when it comes to flirting and chasing. He’s a…well…” her head moves like a metronome as she thinks.
“Slut?”
A nod and a smile, then she’s gone, and you’re left thinking of poor Seungmin and the reputation he accidentally made for himself. All because of his stupid friends. At least that’s what you hope. There’s always the possibility that Seungmin did lie about his experience, and his reputation is actually real, but you don’t think so. You took him home with every intention of sleeping with him, and he knows that, slut or not. There was no reason for him to make up a story this morning.
The breakroom door opens and clicks shut, and a moment later, Seungmin is coming around the corner. Head down, hair in his eyes…he doesn’t even see you until you throw a soft pup at him.
He stops immediately and smiles at you.
“Everything okay? You look distracted.”
“I’m okay, just…tired I guess.”
“It’s alright if you cancel on me, I’ll understand.
Seungmin shakes his head, “I’ll meet you across the street in...” he looks at his phone, “one hour.”
・ ⠄⠂⋆ ・ ⠄
You were extra careful and extra paranoid for that last hour, eyes constantly moving between where Seungmin was in relation to the other manager. He was good, though, and he kept his distance. He has a big smile and a coffee waiting you when you finally make it to him.
“Do we know anybody in here right now?”
“What’s wrong?” Seungmin looks around, “no, I don’t recognize anyone from work.”
You bend down and place a kiss on his lips. It’s much too romantic, which you didn’t intend, but you did need to kiss him as soon as you walked through the door. Seungmin kisses back, so softly and sweetly that it doesn’t belong out in public, around prying eyes. Your head swims and your body aches with need, but you somehow pull away.
“I think we’re getting dirty looks,” Seungmin blushes and keeps his eyes on yours.
“We should take it somewhere else.”
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Seungmin is excited and chatty on the ride to his apartment, and luckily he still isn’t too concerned with the reputation he mistakenly made for himself, “if it doesn’t get me fired, it’s okay. And if it does, that just means we can, uhm…” he didn’t finish that thought, but you could figure it out on your own. You think.
He’s quiet on the ride back, but when you’re almost home, he reaches out and sets his hand over yours. It’s a romantic gesture to match the kiss from earlier, and you find yourself enjoying it more than you’d like. As sweet as Seungmin is, and as enamored he obviously is with you, jumping in feet first the way you keep imagining is still difficult.
“Seungmin?”
The jump of his hand makes your stomach drop, because you think he’s pulling away. But he doesn’t. And then he does, just a little. “Yeah?”
“Minnie…uh, uhm…” You had the words, and now they’re slowly falling apart in your head. You have a chance to look at him—the smile on his face is hesitant, and when he bites down on his lip, it drops completely. “Nothing, it’s nothing.” You can’t stand the unsure look on his face, so you reach for his hand again and squeeze, and you hope his smile comes back when you have to turn away. “What are you hungry for?”
"I'm not picky."
You can’t tell from his voice. “Whatever you’d like. What’s your favorite?”
“Kimchi stew. Is that too boring?”
“Boring? No, not at all. We’ll have that, and something sweet if you’d like.”
He laughs, and it’s music to your ears. “Yes, sweet is always good.
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Seungmin sits on the far side of the couch with a shy smile on his face—patient and quiet, shoulders slumped a little. He looks small sitting there, but he’s not, and he looks shy tonight, but you don’t think that’s what it is. Seungmin is hiding a lot behind his soft exterior. You wonder if his friends bothered him today, or if Changbin continued teasing about the marks he left n your neck. The senior manager not noticing them (or just not mentioning it) is surprising. But who knows...maybe that influenced her little meeting with you today.
It was you that got things started last night, and you’re thinking that might be the case again tonight, which is fine—you like it like that, that’s how you usually do things. But he also took control a few times, and you liked that as well. Part of you wants him to initiate and take over again, but the other part, the one that’s hungry for him and craving dominance, is going to win soon.
“Seungmin?”
“Hm?” He perks up and lets his smile spread across his face, “yeah?”
Instead of starting anything, you get up and walk toward the bedroom. How you forgot this, you’re not sure, but a vision of the little black box sitting on the edge of your bed popped up just in time. The sound of slow footsteps follows behind you, luckily. You don’t have to call him in, and you don’t have to start things on the couch.
“Wow…this is nice,” he leans against the door jamb and watches, looks around your not-so-spacious bedroom. “Big bed, looks very, very comfortable.”
“Come sit”
Not only does he listen to you, but he goes for it and touches your hip. Both hands grab softy and pull until his lips graze against your shirt, and you get butterflies—of course you get butterflies. Seungmin has you on your knees and he doesn't even realize it. You run a hand down the back of his head and to his neck, squeeze, get a content groan out of him.
“I hope you like it”
You really do hope he likes it, because you paid extra to have it made just the way you envisioned it: deep red leather, gold chain looped across the middle. Hanging off the chain is a small, heart shaped tag. You pull it out and Seungmin squeezes tighter when he sees it, and he reaches for it.
“Oh…can I?”
His fingers run across the soft leather, pull a little on the chain to see how it tightens. Then he goes for the buckle.
“I’ll do that,” you tell him as you undo it and examine his pretty neck, then wrap it around him. His skin is warm—he was cold before, so you turned the heat up; probably too much, but he hasn’t complained. “Is it too warm in here, Minnie?”
“No, it’s nice.” Seungmin reaches back and stops you from slipping it under the buckle. “I think we…” he squeezes, “we should use this next time.”
“Next time?”
Seungmin stands and gently pulls it away, sets it back in its box, then returns to you with a look so heavy, you finally get it. You weren’t expecting this, even though you wanted it, so you wait for his next move. And his next move is a kiss to rival the sweet, slow coffee shop kiss, but his hands close around your neck and his fingers move gently against the nape of your neck. You think he might squeeze a little harder, but he doesn’t—Minnie isn’t there yet, and you know that.
“You don’t wanna be my pup tonight?”
Hands slide down your back, and Seungmin pulls you tight against him. He’s hard, and his cock pushes gently against your stomach.
“I’m always your pup, I hope”
“You are…”
You’re pulled down with him as he sits again, straddling his slender thighs, barely covered by the shorts he changed into. He leans back and watches you look, touch, tug at his shirt until your hands can slide underneath and push it up. And he just sits there and takes it. When you lean in and kiss across his chest, he sighs and falls onto his back, but bucks his hips up to get your attention; to make sure you know where he wants you.
Maybe he will submit, put the collar on, do what you tell him.
“Hey,” Seungmin grabs the back of your neck and holds you steady.
“Hey…” you watch him. He’s thinking—figuring out exactly what he wants, and you’re patient. “I’m all yours.”
Maybe some more encouragement will get him going. You slide your hand down and tuck your fingers beneath his waistband, just short of reaching him. He thrusts up just enough to get to you, and he’s so relieved to feel your touch, he laughs as he moans.
“Let me take care of you, Minnie.” You give in and stroke him as his hips continue to move, “please, pup.”
“No, no…” His hands squeeze your hips. He easily pulls you off of him and flat onto your back. “It’s my turn. Get on your stomach.”
The pounding in your chest is partly the excitement of the moment, but mostly not being prepared for the sharp, brusque sound in his voice. You listen and roll onto your stomach. He pulls down, freeing you of your underwear, and his fingers knead hard into your ass. It’s impossible not to push back against him and get onto your knees, and Seungmin doesn’t seem to mind. He stops for a moment, and you think he might speak. He almost does. Instead, a soft laugh comes out as he strips, positions himself, and you jump when he runs a slow finger from the small of your back to your cunt.
Now you laugh at yourself, and Seungmin giggles again.
“Is that a no touch zone?”
“You can touch wherever you want.”
The sound and feel of him pushing two fingers so smoothly into you makes you whimper, and you find yourself wanting to beg, or encourage…you’re unsure. But he pulls out quickly and slides his wet fingers to your clit. “Minnie…ah,” you whine and spread yourself open even more, “please.”
“You want it?”
His voice is somehow deeper, quieter. So far so good. But maybe he has…no, you shake the thought away. “I want you…”
No response, just his hands spreading you open and coming down to kiss and bite the skin of your hip, then your thigh. He keeps going until his tongue can slide over your cunt, and he licks up the mess his fingers made.
The begging is in your head, please, please… and then it comes out muffled by the sheets, stuffed in your mouth as he wraps his hand around the back of your neck. All of his weight is pushing you down. His cock slides over you and it drives you crazy.
“Seungmin, please”
“Please…please,” he mutters, but he doesn’t tease. He guides himself over your entrance and pushes gently, slides in slowly…out, in, and you know it makes him a little weak in the knees.
But his pace quickens and his thrusts push you down and into the bed even more, forcing you to grip the sheets for some leverage. You look back and catch his gaze—his face is soft and his smile grows as you look at him. Still a puppy.
“I like this,” he sighs and holds your hips tight as he fucks you, but he slows down to reserve himself, to keep going as long as possible. “I…fuck.”
The stutter of his movements, the force of his thrusts when he gets back into the moment, it hits just right. His size stretches you just right, and it feels too good in this position. You lift yourself and push back into his hips, and Seungmin lets you do it a few times before abruptly pulling himself out and leaving you there. “Minnie…no, no.”
It’s quiet, and you can’t see him in the nearly dark room. You don’t get up, though, because you need him to come back, and if he wants to do well for you, he won’t.
“Minnie?”
The bed shifts. He’s there, just watching and waiting.
“Please pup, I’ll do anything you want…please fuck me”
“Yeah?”
The sweetness in his voice is back, but he still doesn’t return. You stick your ass up even higher, turn your head to the opposite side to search, and there he is. Seungmin is watching you, sitting back, completely relaxed as he strokes himself.
“Anything”
“Turn onto your back”
It feels good to stretch out like this, but straightening your back and falling limp onto the bed is even better. “Yes sir.” But he still just stares at you.
“Sir?”
“Mmm…sir…pup”
“Are you teasing me? He tilts his head to one side and crawls closer. “Open up.”
“No, I wouldn’t.” One leg falls open, and then the other.
“I think you are teasing,” his mouth closes around your clit and licks hard, sucks, waits for you to moan, and then he pulls back. “I don’t like being teased.”
“I’m sorry, I’m not teasing…promise.”
But you close your legs, and Seungmin gives you puppy eyes. You can’t help yourself—not being in control of him is harder than you thought it would be. Your legs slowly fall back open. “Promise, Minnie. Please come back.”
He crawls back to you; on top of you, kissing his way up, pulling at your bra and somehow, successfully undoing it. Seungmin kisses softly—long, messy, and wet, tongue pushing in and fighting yours. He loves kissing, and he’s good at it.
“I’m sorry pup, I need you”
“I could just leave you like this, wanting more”
“I’ll be good for you”
“Promise again.” The lightness in his voice contradicts the grip on your thighs as he pulls them apart.
“Promise…I promise”
Your pleading works, and he lifts your hips to his. “That’s better,” he coos, and watches himself slide in so slowly, “much better,” he groans as he pulls out, and his eyes move to yours.
A smile twitches at the corner of his lips, and he can’t help but move faster, and faster. The bed moves with every hard thrust into you, and looking at him like this is so much better. Seeing his face, so full of pleasure, so blissful and so dazed. “Minnie…” you say it desperately between your shallow panting, “Minnie you feel so…aah…”
The smile wins, and it grows with each roll into your hips. “You gonna come for me?” He moves his thumb up and down, touching everywhere he can, and he pulls your hips up until you can wrap your legs around him.
“Spit on me”
“Hmm?” His head tilts innocently to one side again, but he hears you, because he does it, and he rubs it into your clit in fast, soft circles. It’s perfect—his touch, his cock stretching you to your limit. You let it work through you, and you make sure Seungmin knows.
“That’s good…one down.” He slows himself, but keeps going until he’s sure you’ve gotten through it, and when you finally relax and barely catch your breath, his starts again.
Slow and deep, then steadily faster. He’s gripping you and holding so tight and firm, but you’re just a toy for him…finally—you imagined him fucking you like this, daydreamed about it as you walked the aisles at work. His eyes turn glassy and stay fixed on his cock being swallowed over and over, and he holds it together so much longer than you expect. His breathing becomes shallow, and soft whimpers sneak out with each exhale.
“Harder harder, god…I’m gonna come”
“Mm…again?” Seungmin smiles.
You nod and grab his hand, but you don’t have to tell him what to do. As soon as his thumb touches your clit, another orgasm rips through you. His long, drawn out moan turns into a giddy laugh as he follows behind and fills you up.
Thighs tremble, yours and his, as he pulls himself out.
“Fuck”
“Yeah,” he sighs and falls down next to you, laughs again, and pushes his face into your pillow.
It’s quiet for a moment, until the wind picks up outside and pushes against the window. The curtains move a little, and the dim light outside shifts across the bed. Seungmin looks pretty all spread out across the blankets, out of breath and damp with sweat. You roll over until you can run a hand down his back, and gently squeeze his ass.
“You worn out already?”
“Oh, no no. I just need,” he turns his head to find you, “ten minutes.”
“How about five?”
“Five?” He turns a little more and watches you crawl to the edge of the bed and reach, “five minutes,” flips onto his back and closes his eyes, but he feels you come back, and then he feels your hands sliding up his leg, over his knee, his thigh.
Your lips press against his hip, leaving loud, wet kisses all the way up until you reach his throat. “Four.”
Seungmin groans, his eyes open slowly as your thighs press into his sides, and your hands wrap around his neck. He feels the soft, warm leather press against his skin as you buckle it.
“How does that feel?”
He moves his head side to side and swallows. “No bell?”
“You get a bell if you’re a good pup.”
“So I do have a bell?” Proud of himself, and you haven’t even started. He beams up at you and cautiously runs a finger across the chain on his throat. “Feels nice.”
“Good boy. You can have your ten minutes.”
Seungmin meant it when he said he was tired. He slowly dozes off, but the smile on his face sticks. He looks cute when he’s sleeping, arms crossed over his stomach, fingers twitching. The collar looks good against his warm skin, and keeping your hands off of him is more difficult with each passing minute. Ten minutes go by, and then eleven, but instead of waking him, you lie down and wait.
Fifteen minutes, and then twenty…eventually, his eyes flutter open on their own, and he looks at you. “Did I fall asleep? I’m sorry.”
“You did, sleepyhead. How do you feel?”
His fingers close around his chain again, and he pulls until it’s snug around his throat. “Good.” Seungmin keeps his hands off when you straddle him, but he bucks his hips up on purpose. The sight of his cum slowly dripping from you makes his cock twitch, and he whines when he remembers he can’t take over this time.
It’s your turn. You push down and slide yourself onto is new erection. Twenty minutes of rest was plenty for him—his tip is already leaking pre-cum for you, and all you can think about is him filling you up again. He obeys when you tug at his collar; props himself up on his elbows, and licks his lips. He slips in so easily, and makes the sweetest sound when you grind your hips into his. “Good boy, give me a little bit…”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah”
Seungmin groans when the collar tightens. His mouth hangs open, and his tongue pokes out as he grinds back, just enough. Your body starts to shake from the pleasure he’s giving you. “So…fuck,” your breath gets caught in your throat, and you let it out in a whimper. “My sweet puppy, you feel so…”
He bites his lip and smirks. Seungmin wants more of your praise. He likes it like this—you on top, his cum leaking as his cock stretches you more and more; the sound of how slick and tight you are around him. Your grip is driving him crazy, but he can last as long as you’re controlling the pace.
“How do you feel, pup?”
“So good…please don’t stop”
“Mmm, we could stay like this all night, but I want to drain you, over and over.” His eyes roll back when you grip his shoulders and pick up your pace. Seungmin’s hips relax. He doesn’t want to come yet no matter how much you want him to, and a tighter pull on his leash doesn’t make him obey. “Fuck me.”
His face turns soft and the puppy eyes come out. “Please.”
“I’m gonna wear you out. Up.” This time, the tug on his collar works. He props himself up on his palms for more leverage, and he whines when he thrusts into you. “Good…good boy.”
“I’m a good boy.”
“You’re mine.”
“I am…”
Another tug, and your lips graze his. This might send him over the edge. Seungmin can’t help but latch onto your mouth and kiss, messy and loud. “What do good boys do for me?”
His timing is perfect. The shake and stutter of his body, and the twitch of his cock as he empties into you puts him on his back again. Muscles in his stomach tighten and relax as he catches his breath, and eventually, he finds the strength to latch onto your thighs and squeeze. “I’m hungry.”
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After dinner, Seungmin is sleepy all over again. He doesn’t realize when he opens his eyes to yours that it’s after a long nap, because as soon as his body hit the bed, he was powerless against it. And you let him sleep.
“Hey,” he looks around the dark room, feels for you next to him, and he knows the soft mound he squeezes is you when you squeal. “Sorry, how long was I asleep?”
“About an hour.”
“Was that your ass?”
“Yeah, do it again.”
It tickles, and he likes the laugh he gets from you, so Seungmin crawls closer and does it a third time before moving upward and squeezing your hips, and waist.
You flip onto your back, and you can just make him out in the darkness as he hovers over you. “Are you still tired?”
He shrugs.
“I’ll take that as a yes…c’mere.”
Seungmin doesn’t hesitate. He comes down, buries his face in your neck, and slowly kisses his way up to your mouth. Lazy and wet, across your cheek and back down to your shoulder, his teeth graze over your ribs, and that tickles, too. He laughs when you do. “What if we just slept in all morning and missed work?”
“Both of us call off? Might seem suspicious…but—“
He pops up and stares down at you, “but?”
“One of the other managers noticed how often we’re together.”
“I bet I know which one.”
“Tall, ponytail…glasses that don’t suit her?”
Seungmin nods and mhm’s into another kiss. “I turned her down a few months ago, told her it wouldn’t look good if anyone found out. But I just wasn’t interested.”
“What makes me so special?”
“Is it bad that I…don’t know the answer to that?” The relief on his face cuts through the dark when you shake your head. Seungmin’s body relaxes even more. “You are, though. Special.”
“I’ll call off now, you call off in the morning. Maybe it won’t be as suspicious.”
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co-worker!Kim Seungmin/noona!reader
WC: ~3.3k RATING: smut/fluff COMMENTS: mindless -sort of edited- sex filled continuation of co-worker Seungmin and noona boss~
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part one MASTERLIST
“Minnie...Minniiieee”
You hear the muffled hmm tickle your ear and it’s enough to get you wet already. He nuzzles so hard into your neck, nipping at the marks already blooming on your neck and chest.
“Down pup”
He stops and looks at you with glassy eyes, big and black. Bottom lip sticking out a little. Without another word, he sits back against the couch and rubs a daring finger across your thigh.
“No touching” you tell him, but not smirking is impossible.
“No?”
You nod. He mimics you. But when you straddle him, he almost grabs.
He stops himself, no, and shuts his eyes. Just as he goes to speak again, your mouth closes around his and kisses. Now he really struggles with his hands. This is new for him—kissing and not touching. What is he supposed to do with them? For his own sanity, he shoves his arms behind his back and laces his fingers together.
“Look at you...” you pull away and push him back against the couch. “That was fast.”
Seungmin opens his eyes and looks down at the thick imprint of his dick showing through.
The shorts he threw on to make dinner didn’t leave much to the imagination, and you were distracted by the soft movements between his legs the entire time.
“What are you gonna do about it?” Seungmin asks. The big smirk on his face can’t mask his hesitant eyes and pounding heart. There may have been a hint of attitude in there, but he’s not sure where it came from.
“Are you gonna be a brat for me this time, pup?”
His heart races faster. Face flushes even more. He can feel the nervous heat moving through his limbs and into his dick. It was only an hour ago that he fucked you, and he shouldn’t be this painfully hard yet. But he is, and it’s such a good ache, and he feels like he might explode as soon as you touch him.
Very slowly, he pulls his arms out from behind his back, and again he slides a finger over your thigh. Maybe he does want to be a brat if it means he can touch you.
“Nooo,” his gaze lingers on your thighs as they close around him, little by little. He grabs some flesh and squeezes—kneads his fingers into it. Then the other hand grabs the other thigh.
“Okay, you can touch...a little...” you raise yourself up as his hands move to your outer thighs—he kneads and squeezes—and then to your ass to do the same.
Seungmin leans in to kiss your hip, “so soft,” he bites and grazes his teeth across the delicate skin, then squeezes even harder as he pulls you down onto his lap.
“I could suffocate you with these.”
“Promise?”
“You’re full of surprises, pup,” your hands slide from his shoulders and wrap around his neck, “what else do you like?” fingers squeeze, very lightly, and then slide back down to his chest.
“I like...” he bucks up until the stretched fabric of his shorts hits you, “I like you.” Seungmin grabs the back of your neck and pulls you in, kisses you, pushes his tongue in and slides it around your mouth. He’s not ready for the sting across his cheek when you slap him, but he just smirks and leans back, “...you have too many clothes on.”
“Take them off then, since you wanna be so handsy.”
“Can I?” He asks, but he doesn’t wait for an answer before grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it up and over your head.
You set your hands on either side of him, grip the couch, look down at the red mark on his cheek and run your thumb across it.
Seungmin leans into your touch and kisses your wrist, and he slowly works his way up your arm. It’s so sweet and soft and loving that you almost forget what you’re doing.
“You’re not very good at this.”
He grunts when you sit yourself on his lap and tug at the waistband of his shorts. He doesn’t seem concerned with what he isn’t good at—now he just wants his dick free. But he asks...
“Hm, what’s that?” He watches eagerly as you take him in his hand and stroke. He whines a little. Flashes his eyes up at you. Leans back.
“Being bad.”
“Do you want me to be bad?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
His fingers slide beneath your underwear and touch, gathering up your arousal, ghosting over your clit and getting a desperate sound out of you.
“Don’t tease, pup...please—“
A finger slides in and he fucks you slowly, deeply. He knows where to reach for and he smiles as you grind on him. “Sounds...so good,” he licks his lips and speeds up, “you’re so wet for me,” a second finger slips in.
“Take them off...please Minnie”
“I will...I will after you come for me”
He pulls at your underwear even more, but they remain on, squeezing tight around your hips as you force yourself against his touch.
“You want it...hm?” His free hand grabs for you and guides you as you bounce up and down on his lap, roll your hips into him. He can focus on your clit now. And he does, and he does it well...and then he stops.
“No, no...I’m so close”
“I know"
Seungmin pushes in harder, presses and touches you just right.
You throw your head back and stare at the ceiling. And then you feel his lips on your neck, kissing and biting again, making new marks and bruising the old ones even more. It hurts, and it feels so good, and it makes your orgasm so intense you can’t hold yourself up anymore—you collapse onto him, arms tight around his shoulders, and Seungmin holds you against his body until you’re still.
Everything stops, and you’re out of synch, ragged breathing is the only sound in the room. Seungmin pulls his hand free, and before you can say a word, he’s grabbing you and laying you down on your back.
One of the soft throw pillows is placed under your head, and he looks down at you...gets close enough to kiss, “good girl.”
He slides your underwear down your legs, opens your thighs, and the cool air hits you and makes you squirm. The warmth of his mouth is welcome, but your overworked clit can’t handle his tongue right now—you need a little more time
You try to push him away, but Seungmin doesn’t let you move. He hooks both arms around your hips to hold them still, and kisses softly, “let me...please.” His cheek rests against your thigh and he looks up at you.
“You only had one, pup...let me take care of you”
“I will”
More warm kisses trail along your thigh and hip, then to your stomach.
“Still a tease”
“You were fighting me a second ago.” He’s on your clit again, mouth open, tongue soft.
A shiver runs through you. You have no doubt he can make you come again, but you can’t take your eyes off the bulge in his shorts. You grab a handful of hair and tug, “climb up here, sweetie...don’t make me beg again.”
This time he listens. He kisses his way up your stomach and chest, carefully brushes over the marks on your neck, and then pecks at your lips. “I like it...” he says between kisses, “when you beg.”
“You’re worth begging for”
“I am?” he nuzzles his face against yours.
“Yeah, but my mouth could be doing more important things.”
“Oh?”
Seungmin gets up on his knees. His palm slides roughly down his cock, and you catch a glimpse of the tip as you rise.
“Sit”
He falls back on his ass and lets one leg fall to the side, pulls a little at his shorts. They’re barely holding him in now—you feel him, squeeze and stroke, tug a little at the fabric. He sighs and moves his hips, wanting more now, but you take your time.
The bedroom was dark, and you didn’t get to take him in like you can now...all of him. His tight stomach—he’s pulling at his shirt and wiggling out of it, flexing and twisting. His nipples, pink like his lips, and soft when you bend down to put your mouth on them.
He groans and moves against your hand.
You turn your attention back to him, and your fingers wrap around him. He’s big, and now you just want stretched open—you need to ride him and come on his dick again...but first, he needs all of your attention.
“What’s wrong?”
His voice is soft, and when you look at him, his eyes are big and...well, he’s giving you puppy eyes. Seungmin is making you melt again, and he isn’t even trying.
“Nothing, pup...” you stroke him, lick around the delicate skin of his head, clean off the pre-cum starting to drip, “just wondering how you’re gonna fit.”
He laughs, and it turns into a groan when you take him in your mouth. “Ooh, ah that’s...fuck.”
“Good?”
“Oh yeah,” his legs open up more and he can’t help but push himself in, “so good,” he whines.
Both hands hold him and stroke, you suck him in and try not to go too hard. At least not yet. He hits the back of your throat and, “...you gonna make me come like this?” runs a hand down your back.
You answer with a hum and moan, force yourself down a little more, relax, grip his thighs. It’s hard to breathe in this position, and with his dick in the way. But you can’t go further, so you pull back, slowly, licking hard, and you leave a messy trail of spit as you go.
“Yeah you will”
Goosebumps jump up all over you, and you can’t help but smile as your lips graze over him. His voice is so effortlessly sexy and gentle, and it makes you want him even more. You take him in again—stroke him, drag your tongue up his shaft...
“Right there,” his hips jump up when your tongue hits below his head, “please.”
“Please?” you lick it, stroke upward and let your thumb slide over it, “this spot right here?” The gentle circles you make get his hips moving again.
“Mmm...yes”
He falls back a little more and groans when your tongue hits him again. You kiss, and wrap your lips around him, focus your tongue on his sweet spot. Seungmin’s sounds like he could come, and when your hand starts working him again, he whines and runs his fingers through your hair, his hand slides down the back of your neck to squeeze. It runs slowly down your spine and back up again.
You peek up at him—he looks drunk. He looks like he’s trying to hold on as long as possible, and it’s not working well. A smile tugs at his lips when he finds your eyes, and he sighs.
“I’m gonna come”
You smile around him and wait, keeping your pace steady, and your tongue light. His cock twitches in your hand, and the grip on your neck tightens as he holds you steady and fills your mouth.
It hits the back of your throat, and you close your mouth around him until his hips stop...then swallow.
Seungmin falls back on the couch and sighs, but you don’t crawl on top of him. Not yet. First you take him in your mouth again—all of him this time, soft and sensitive. You want to see if he squirms for you, and he does.
“Get up here,” he whines and runs his legs over your side, “come kiss me.”
First you tuck him back into his shorts....grab his shirt and pull it over your head.
“Are you gonna steal that?”
“Maybe.” Now you crawl up and kiss him, “it smells good.”
A phone buzzes on the coffee table. Seungmin’s phone.
“That’s the first interruption we got all night. Who is it...one of your mean friends?”
Seungmin laughs, “yeah it’s Changbin.”
“What does he want?”
“He wants me to go out and get drinks with him and...everyone.” He starts typing a reply. “Oh...he asked me an hour ago. Now he’s mad that I didn’t reply.”
“Hopefully some of them are nice.”
“They are”
“Are you gonna go?”
“I’m gonna stay here with you. Besides, it’s late,” Seungmin pulls you tight against him and closes his eyes. “I’m a little sleepy. And we both work in the morning.”
“You’re sleepy, pup? Time to shower and have a drink and get cozy in bed.”
“That sounds very nice.”
“I would like to make you come ooone mooore time...but there’s always tomorrow morning.”
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“We have time,” you glance at his smirking face in the passenger seat. “We do. I’m the boss and I have the keys.”
“If you say so...” Seungmin looks at his phone, “we’re already on track to be 15 minutes late.”
“Order the coffee and I’ll get us there at 8:15.”
“What do you have to grab at your apartment?”
“Clean underwear...and a turtleneck.”
“I thought we were gonna show everyone your marks.” He pretends to frown, and his eyes soften and it makes you want to pull over and kiss him.
“We will. Nothing will cover all of this.”
“Sorry, I got a little carried away,” he smiles and covers his face with his phone. “Same thing you had yesterday?”
“Did you get carried away? You seemed pretty tame to me, pup.”
His giggle is so musical and genuine. “Compared to you, yeah...I guess I was. But...”
“But what?
He shakes his head and smiles. His face pinks up as he gets his words together in his head, “I’m not very experienced, sooo...” He sits up and turns even more red, “I mean, you obviously know what you’re doing.”
You almost don’t hear him, he says it so softly. “So you’re not a slut? That’s alright, we can...not be sluts together then.”
“Um, I mean when you heard them say that, it’s because I had to make up stories to get them off my back.”
It takes you a second to really grasp what he’s saying, and you try not to have a gut reaction. But what he just said can’t be what you think he said. There is no possible way—you would have known, and he wouldn’t have been so effortlessly good last night.
Luckily, you stop at a red light and have a chance to look at his red face. “How many made up stories?”
There’s silence for a few beats. Not awkward, but still a little heavy.
“All of them.”
Now you feel yourself heating up and turning pink. “You expect me to believe that last night was your first time, pup?” You shake your head and immediately regret your response. Why would he lie to you about being a virgin? “You’re a...you were? Everything? Even the head?”
He smiles, hesitantly, and nods. His eyes are glued to his phone screen.
“Baby, you’ve never had your dick sucked before last night?”
His nod turns into a shake.
“I don’t understand. Minnie, I’ve had guys for their first time before, and they were not like you.”
He shrugs, “I just tried my best. I was so nervous.”
“No way, you were so confident. But now I see why you were such a good little puppy.”
“Yeah, I liked that.”
You take his hand and look at it, examine his pretty fingers, run your thumb over his knuckles. Then you bring it to your lips and kiss.
“You helped,” he smiles. “You made me feel very comfortable.”
“Good, that makes me feel better about it.” You look at him again, up and down, “it’s hard to imagine you not constantly getting hit on at work. How often do you have numbers slipped to you while you help someone build their pc?”
“I get flirted with a lot, and I’ve almost gotten there a few times...but, I always back out, or don’t call them. Or I ghost them because I get so nervous.”
“And all those numbers are perfect for your stories." "Yes, and I just don’t correct them when they assume.”
He sighs so deeply and so loudly you can’t help but look at him again. The phone is still a few inches from his face as he types away. “All ordered,” he smiles again and you relax.
“Why didn’t you tell me last night?”
“I wanted to, but everything started moving so quickly, and I wanted it...wanted you, so badly. I didn’t wanna ruin the mood and spoil everything.”
“You wouldn’t have spoiled anything, pup. I would have loved taking care of you either way.”
“Maybe you can teach me something next time.”
“Should we take a break or would you like to spend the night at my apartment?”
“No, I’d like to spend the night.”
・ ⠄⠂⋆ ・ ⠄
As soon as the store opens, you lose track of him. It’s probably for the best, though, because there is actually work that needs to be done, and can’t focus if he’s in your line of sight.
Eventually, you do hear him. He’s talking sweetly to a customer, a female customer, about her laptop. Seungmin sounds professional, but he’s naturally kind and helpful, so whether or not he is flirting isn’t the question—he just sounds flirty.
Just this morning he told you it happens often, but it’s the first time in you’ve been here to witness it. You desperately want to walk by and see what she looks like, but you don’t want him to know you’re there, and you don’t want him to think you’re jealous of something so silly. But she sounds cute, and she probably is.
The only thing you can do is walk away.
Changbin finds you when you do. He smirks, and his eyes immediately land on the skin that your sweater doesn’t cover.
“Hey boss...” he quickly looks back to you, “am I good to go to lunch?”
You nod and look around him as Seungmin finally appears. The customer is nowhere in sight, and he’s grinning. Changbin walks off, and Seungmin takes his spot in front of you.
“There you are...you’ve been so busy being a good employee,” you look around before sneaking a hand to his ass and squeezing. “Did you get a number?”
“Yes. Well no, she asked for mine and I—“
His phone buzzes, and your stomach drops, because for a very brief second, you assume he did give her his number, and she’s already texting him. You wouldn’t blame her.
“Oh,” you stare down at his phone as he opens the text.
“No, I didn’t give it to her. She seemed really offended when I told her no thank you.” He laughs when he finally reads the text, and he holds up his phone so you can see it.
Seungie buddy, look at her neck! Sorry about your luck, but someone else is already hitting that ̄\_(ツ)_/ ̄
“Aw, I’m sorry Seungie.” You smile at him, relieved and amused at your jealousy...and Changbin’s obliviousness. “Should we let him think you missed out?”
“I think he’ll eventually figure it out on his own, especially if he asks me about it. But I don’t want you to get in trouble if anyone finds out.”
“Don’t worry about me. But we can be smart...go to the coffee shop when our shift is over, and I’ll pick you up there.”
“Is it alright if we pick some things up at my apartment? I know it’s far—“
“Of course we can. We should’ve thought ahead anyway. You get what you need, I’ll order us dinner...”
Seungmin takes a few subconscious steps forward, and soon, he’s right in your face. You can smell the coffee on his breath. You want to kiss him, and you could, because nobody is here, but you hold back.
“...and uh, we’ll figure it out from there.”
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co-worker!Kim Seungmin/noona!reader
WC: ~7.2k RATING: fluff to smut to fluff (contains: sub/switch!seungmin/softdom!reader) COMMENTS: this is my first time trying out non idol Seungmin. @xirxe requested au fluff! I started a coworker au, and then got more info from them after I started writing furiously. I'm still working on another one more specific to their request, but I decided to finish this one as well. "Finish" …because I don't know when to stop ever. It got very long and turned much more sex-heavy than originally intended.
MASTERLIST
The first time you see him, he’s in one of the appliance aisles. Actually, it’s the first time you hear him, because what gets your attention is him laughing hysterically with another coworker, goofing off, sitting in one of the display office chairs. And he’s just about to be launched down the aisle when you turn the corner.
“Oh shit…caught,” you hear one of them say, and you’re pretty sure it was Changbin. But they both stop dead and look at you like you already handed out their punishments.
The reality is, you don’t care what they’re doing, because the store is nearly empty of customers. The snowstorm outside is making sure of that. But you’re new, and you’re above them—that’s all it takes to make things awkward. They’re probably expecting you to start bossing them around immediately.
Nope. You walk by them and smirk, “don’t break anything please…”
They giggle and pick up where they left off as soon as you turn the corner and disappear. You remember who the dark haired one is, but for some reason, the name of the blond in the chair is escaping you.
The second time you see him, he’s fighting with the coffee machine in the breakroom.
As soon as he hears you walk in, he stops beating his open palm against the side, looks back, smiles, then tries the button again. “Do you want a cup?” He asks.
“Doesn’t seem like it wants to give us any.”
“Surrounded by brand new Nespresso machines…stuck with this.” He opens the top, closes it, then pushes the button again. This time it works, and a moment later, his coffee is pouring into his cup.
“Maybe I can ask about getting a new one for us.” You watch him watching his coffee.
He swirls it and brings it to his nose before taking a sip. “I’ve tried. Hopefully you have better luck.”
To your surprise, he sits directly across from you at the table. You look at him, try desperately to remember his name. You forgot to check the schedule when you saw him earlier in the day, but you don’t want to ask. And of course he isn’t wearing his name tag.
“Where’s your name tag?” You ask, trying not to sound too much like a manager.
“Uh…” he slaps his chest where it should be, looks down at it, thinks. “I must’ve lost it.” The smirk on his face is…cute.
“I’ll get you a new one.”
“You’re very helpful.” He shakes his bangs away from his eyes—blond, a little too long. You can see his big dark eyes a little better, just for a second until his gaze drops back down to his coffee.
“I try.”
He’s quiet for the remainder of your break, but when you rise to leave, he does as well. You head toward the office, and he follows. Just before you get there, he makes a left turn.
Now you can finally look at the schedule and figure out his name.
・ ⠄⠂⋆ ・ ⠄
The very next day, you still have no idea who he is. The copy of the schedule was nowhere to be found, and your computer access is still limited. Try as you might, your login just won’t work. All you have to do is ask him, though. It’s not that big of a deal. And honestly, if you weren’t wearing your name tag, he probably wouldn’t know yours either.
A soft knock on the office door makes you jump. You check the time—8am. If only you could find a schedule, you’d know who was supposed to be here right now.
“Good morning!” You’re greeted with a familiar face when you open the door. He steps inside, hands stuffed in his pockets. “Do you have a job for me?”
“Do I…I’m not sure. Is anyone else here?”
“Uhm, well you opened the doors,” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck, “and I just came in because the door wasn’t locked, which was lucky, because it’s cold out and I did not want to stand out there and wait.”
“Okay, so we’re here.”
“Just us, yes.”
“Do you have a login for the computer?”
He nods and smiles, takes a seat, and starts typing. “You don’t?”
“It doesn’t work yet.”
“Oh okay, that sounds about right for this place.” He gets up and turns the seat for you. “I don’t have as much access as your login would, but it’s better than nothing.”
You sit down and spin back to the computer, look around, click a few things. His profile photo stares at you from the corner, and you have to force yourself not to accidentally click on it. He’s watching over your shoulder, leaning in a little, trying to be helpful. You catch the faintest scent of whatever he's wearing. It's not cologne, though. He just smells clean and nice, probably how his bedroom smells.
You find a page of contacts, phone numbers. Good enough for now. “Thanks,” you turn to him and he’s staring down at you with a goofy smile.
“No problem. I’m going to go make some coffee.”
As soon as he leaves, you don’t grab your phone and call another manager, and you don’t even keep the contact page up. You go back and click on his profile.
“Oh! Kim Seung Min, that’s your name.” You stare at his profile photo. His hair is darker in this, and the contrast makes his skin look pale and his eyes look even bigger. His smile is so wide, like he's actually happy to be there. He’s very photogenic; it’s a good photo. A work ID photo really has no business looking this nice.
A few minutes later, he knocks again, and you quickly exit out of the screen as if he can see you through the door.
“Sorry, I just…I saw the new machine," his little nod and blink makes your breath catch in your throat. "I made you some.”
Seungmin hands you a mug of coffee, a little darker than you’re used to, but he obviously watched you put milk in yours yesterday, and tried his best to copy it.
“Thank you, Seungmin.”
“I can remake it, if it’s not good.”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
“Did you find what you were looking for?”
You look at the screen, heart starting to race. Did you only think you exited out of his profile? No, it’s not there. What is he talking about?
“Oh…oh, no not yet. No answer. I’ll call again in a few minutes.”
“I can help you with the opening stuff, if you’d like. I’ve done it a few times with the other managers.”
“The guy I saw yesterday and the one I’m seeing now don’t seem like the same person.”
He stares blankly for a few seconds, puffs out his cheeks, looks around. “Me?” The blush in his cheeks is rising. “Am I being too responsible right now? I can stop.” Seungmin smiles so big you can see all of his teeth.
It’s hard keeping your own smile in check. This one has to know how cute he is, and there’s no way he doesn’t use it to his advantage. “You can stop in an hour.”
“Deal.”
The two of you survive, dancing around each other for a few hours—you, purposely avoiding him several times by swerving to a different aisle. Him, well…he acted responsible all morning, smiled every time you made eye contact. When noon finally comes around, another manager shows up, and the snow finally stops.
Changbin also arrived at noon, and as soon as he and Seungmin looked at each other, all responsibility flew out the window. But you turned a blind eye to whatever goofing off they decided to do. And Seungmin, unfortunately, didn’t look in your direction the rest of the day.
・ ⠄⠂⋆ ・ ⠄
“Does your login work yet?” Seungmin comes in and digs around in the pockets of his jacket.
You’re slumped over on the table, phone in hand, trying not to fall asleep, but you sit up when you see him come through the door, “It does.”
This is the first time you’ve seen him in three days. He was off, then you were off for two days. Now you’re on break, and he just started his shift 15 minutes ago. You’re not sure why he’s in here, and whatever he’s looking for in his pockets doesn’t seem to be there.
“Are you okay?” he asks, and then finally pulls something out. It’s his name tag. He pins it to his shirt, very crookedly, then takes it off and tries again.
“Yeah, just didn’t sleep well,” you squint at it and try to make out the little sticker by his name, but he’s too far away.
“The trick to falling asleep is to try to stay awake.”
“What?” You look from his name tag to his face. His hair is dark again. “Your hair.”
“My hair? Oh! I got tired of being blond.”
You like it dark. It’s not dark, though, not really. It’s a natural brown color, but he obviously did it himself, because you can still see some blond streaks coming through. It makes his skin look warm. Yes, you like it.
“If you try to keep yourself awake in bed, you fall asleep. I was trying to read on my phone last night, and I really wanted to finish the chapter, but I ended up dozing off and dropping my phone on my face.”
It’s so stupid, and so clever. And cute.
Seungmin smirks at you and turns to walk away, and then he turns back. “Does it look okay?”
You stare at him. Does what look okay? His badge? Everything from where you’re sitting looks very good, now that he mentions it. Long legs in his black jeans, a little loose around his tiny frame. There's a rip over one thigh, and you can see some of his skin peeking through. The belt holding them up had to have an extra hole poked in it, because the end of it is long enough to stick out from the dark blue work shirt.
“My hair, I mean.”
“Yeah, I like it.”
・ ⠄⠂⋆ ・ ⠄
Seungmin isn’t alone today. His work buddy is here, and you can hear them all the way on the other side of the store. An hour or so later, another one comes in—this one you haven’t met yet, because he’s been gone all week. But as soon as he clocks in and returns to the floor, you hear all three of them laughing and acting up.
You don’t want to have to compete with two friends to get to him, but you will.
A walk by the phone accessory aisle gives you a chance to peek at them. Seungmin is sitting on the floor, legs crossed, arms propping up his long body.
Nobody else in the store seems to bother with making them work, so you don’t either. At least not now, in your first week. It’s hard enough starting a new job without worrying about making enemies—and besides, the minute you laid eyes on his him, making a new friend became your agenda.
---
And of course they all sit in the breakroom together, chatting loudly. As long as one of those two are here, you don’t imagine you’ll have any opportunity to talk to him.
They’re not teenage boys, but you wouldn’t really know it if you could only hear the conversation and not see them. You almost walk in on them, but the noise startles you just as you reach for the door knob. Stopping and listening in is not your smartest decision of the day, but once you stand silently for a few seconds, you can’t move.
The first voice is easily recognizable—it’s Changbin.
“She doesn’t talk much…she hasn’t spoken to me at all. Well, except when she told me not to break anything.”
“Well I haven’t even seen her yet, so I guess she—“
“It’s shitty being new. I’m sure she’s just trying to get used to things.”
Seungmin’s voice is surprisingly quiet.
“Maybe. You’ve worked with her more. And I always see her looking at you…so.”
“So…what?” Seungmin is still quiet but there’s a tiny bit of offense behind it.
“So maybe you’re making it easier for her to adjust.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
"Don't play dumb, Seungie...older woman, authority figure." Changbin laughs,
“Cmon Min…” this time it’s the other one talking, “we know you’re a little bit of a slut sometimes.”
He doesn’t say anything in return, but you hear his chair being pushed back, and then he gets to his feet. It takes you a second to loosen yourself from the spot, but you manage just in time and duck behind the corner.
Seungmin runs right into you when he turns and he nearly knocks you to the ground, but his hand grabs your arm to steady you. “I’m sorry…you alright?” His voice is still quiet. He’s whispering, probably because he doesn’t want them to hear.
“Yeah, I’m good.” You look up at him, and you can’t help but wonder if what they just said about him is true. They were obviously trying to rile him up, but friends are also brutally honest sometimes.
“Are you going on your break? I wouldn’t go in there yet, if you are.”
“I was going to, yes.”
“Changbin and Hyunjin are in there, and they can be a handful sometimes.”
“And you’re not?”
A nervous laugh comes out, “uhm, maybe sometimes. They’re not the best influence on me.”
“I’ll be okay.”
“I can go back and make you a coffee. Actually…”
“Seungmin you don’t have to do that.”
“…I can take you across the street and we can grab some better coffee there.”
“Seungmin,” you widen your eyes at him, because his are huge.
“Please, I want to.”
“Are you flirting with me?” You're not sure why he wants to protect you, but that's clearly what he's doing.
Another nervous laugh. His ears turn red. He stutters, “flirting…um, uh no I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry.”
You hear them before you see them. They open the door and turn the corner before you can react—Seungmin freezes and stares at you. Changbin pushes him into the wall as he walks by, laughs, nods to you, and disappears.
“Guess the breakroom is safe now.”
“Yeah.”
・ ⠄⠂⋆ ・ ⠄
Once today, Seungmin caught himself staring at you. He dropped his eyes back down to his phone immediately, heart racing, face red. Part of him wanted you to catch him looking, the other part is still nervous.
You asked him to watch the register specifically to keep him away from his jerk friends, and you tried not to make it too obvious, but he knows. From here, he can see you wandering around, and you can see him. They’re nowhere to be found. It’s quiet.
He won’t tell anyone (well, not them), but he likes when it’s quiet and he can be by himself. And as much as he hates watching the register, he’s glad you put him up here, because it gives him a a chance to read and people watch. Now he’s just waiting for you to walk by.
A text pops up on his phone:
Did you get in trouble Seung?
He ignores it.
She’s looking at you right now…she’s swooning
He tries to ignore him again, but he looks up and around, trying to find you. Seungmin knows Changbin is just being an asshole, but maybe you are looking at him. He’s hoping you are.
“Seungmin?”
He jumps, and nearly drops his phone. “Hi…hi. You’re very quiet.”
“Sorry. I can wear a bell, if that helps.”
“A bell? Like a…a collar?” Seungmin watches as your eyes grow big. He has no idea why he said that, and now you probably think he’s a pervert. “Can we pretend I didn’t say that.” He goes back to his phone only to see more texts—a string of laughing emojis—oh, there she is—she can’t stay away from you.
“Yeah…bell, collar. Makes sense.”
“That was..." he groans, "so stupid. I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright. At least I know where your mind is now.”
“No, it’s not. I’m not…I mean, I’m just a ditz.”
“You’d look much better in one.”
He squeezes his eyes shut and rubs at his cheeks. “Please don’t hate me.” His eyes pop open again, “I’d what?”
“…look cute wearing a collar.”
“I would?”
You mhm and walk away. Just leave it at that. Were you flirting? Deflecting? Making him feel less stupid?
Seungmin doesn’t feel any less stupid. A comment like that to the wrong person could mean getting fired, and he just said it to his new manager.
But he doesn’t think you’d get him in trouble. He has no reason to think you wouldn’t, but…no, you wouldn’t.
You pop up behind him again, and once again, he jumps. "It's gonna take a lot more than that to make me dislike you."
・ ⠄⠂⋆ ・ ⠄
The next time you see him, he’s on his way out. You’re making coffee, he barrels into the breakroom to grab his things. He doesn’t seem like he’s in a great mood, so you keep your attention on your mug.
Seungmin is in his locker and mumbling to himself. And then… “oh, I didn’t know anyone was is here.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, just ready to get out of here. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
The ghost of a smile is on his lips as he grabs his coat and runs back out the door. You were hoping for one more awkward moment with him before either of you left tonight, but now it’ll have to wait.
But he comes back in a moment later; doesn't speak, doesn't even close the door. Just looks at you.
Seungmin has no idea why he came back in, but he was hoping a good excuse would come to him in the few seconds it took to get here. Now he's just staring stupidly and chewing on his lip.
"Hi," you smile at him and sip your coffee. "Did you want a cup before you catch your bus?"
"How'd you know I take the bus?"
"You shrug, "It's in your availability, silly."
"Oh, right. So you're not just watching me all the time?"
"I didn't say that."
They're heard before they're seen. Changbin and Hyunjin push themselves right through Seungmin on the way into the breakroom.
"Oh, hi boss," Changbin reddens and smirks when he sees you standing there, "Is this a bad time?"
"I have to go, I'll see you tomorrow." Seungmin ducks out quickly before you can even say goodbye.
・ ⠄⠂⋆ ・ ⠄
“Don’t forget your coffee,” Hyunjin squeezes Seungmin’s shoulder as he sneaks by him.
“My what? I didn’t bring coffee in with me.”
“It has your name on it.”
He turns and see it’s sitting there. Just a black coffee, but not from here. It’s from the coffee shop across the street. And yes, his name is written neatly on the side.
“Somebody brought you coffee. How sweet.” He smirks. “Have a good shift.”
Seungmin picks it up and takes a sip. It’s still hot, so it was just set here recently. And of course he knows who put it there, because he can be a little stupid sometimes, but not that stupid. He looks at the schedule on his phone to see who he works with, and you’re right in the middle of his shift. You’ll be gone soon, but, at least he didn’t just miss you.
---
“Thank you,” he says, walking up behind you. You have your coffee in one hand, phone in the other.
“For what?” Seungmin doesn’t scare you, his voice is too sweet and soft, even if he does sneak up.
He looks at his cup, then to you.
“You’re welcome. Hopefully you always take it black.”
“Most of the time, yes.”
“Oh, and you’re getting cut today.“
“My shift was cut?”
“In half. I told the boss I needed you here until I was done.”
“You do?”
“No, but I figured half a shift was better than none. And I can give you a ride home, if you want. It’s too cold to wait on the bus.”
Seungmin sips his coffee, because he’s not sure how to respond just yet. His stomach is swirling, though, and he’s trying to conceal his smile. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”
You turn to face him, “in trouble for what?”
“Favoritism.”
“You think you’re my favorite?”
He nods once, mouth still covered by his cup.
“You’re right, you are.”
---
The rest of the shift drags, and of course it would—you’re putting him in your car and taking him home in a few hours…this will be your first time seeing him outside of work. You try to keep away from Seungmin as much as possible, though, because he’s right. If you’re not careful, everyone will notice the attention you’re starting to give him.
“I’m a bit of a drive from here,” he says when you finally walk down the same aisle as him. “So if you don’t want—“
“If you can handle it on the bus, I’m sure I can handle the drive.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. I don’t mind. You can get the coffee next time, if it makes you feel better.”
“Yes,” he reaches out and looks at the order on the side of your cup. “I can do that.”
・ ⠄⠂⋆ ・ ⠄
It is a long drive. But you don’t mind, because he’s comfortable in the passenger seat; head back, eyes closed. You sneak a glance at him every chance you get, and each time, it looks like he’s sleeping soundly. It’s nice seeing him so close, letting your eyes linger even more than you dared to before. Even in the dark. The shape of his nose and lips, his jawline, his ear. The way his hair falls so nicely, and so effortlessly.
But of course he catches you, looks right back, and smiles.
“You really have such a long ride to and from work every day, Seungmin?” You blush, even though you don’t think he saw you staring.
“Yeah, it’s not bad. I’m used to it.”
“Are you saving for a car?”
“No, I can’t drive.”
“Oh, do you want to learn?”
“I’m not sure, thinking about driving makes me nervous.”
“I don’t want this to come across weird, but…how old are you?”
“I am 23. Am I too young or too old?” He flips down the visor and opens the mirror.
“Are you flirting?”
“You did it first.”
“No, I think you might have flirted first, actually.”
“When?”
“When you tried to keep me out of the breakroom. But I guess that was more for my own sake than anything.”
“I didn’t want you to have to listen to them.” Seungmin sits back again, and you can feel his stare burning into you.
“I heard them.”
“You did? What did you hear?”
“Your friends think you’re fucking me…or that you’re going to. And that you’re a slut.”
He’s quiet, and you hope you haven’t gone too far by actually saying it as crassly as they did.
“I’m not.”
“You’re not a slut?” You smile at him, hoping to break any tension you may have created. Thankfully it seems to work, because Seungmin laughs and covers his eyes. Then shakes his head.
“Or you’re not gonna fuck me?”
You can’t see his reaction, because now you have to watch the road, but he’s quiet again and it’s killing you.
“Take a left up here.” He says.
You decide to avoid eye contact completely until you get him home, and luckily, it’s not much longer. You pull into a spot as close to the door as possible, put it in park, and look at him.
He’s still relaxed, sitting back, eyes wide open and staring at you.
“I’m sorry, that was…uh, maybe too much.“
“Do you wanna come up?”
—-
Of course you do. The last three weeks you’ve spent trying to keep your distance has been torture, but you’re still nervous as you follow him down the hall to his apartment. You’re certain that as soon as you have him where you want him, you’ll snap out of it.
“This one,” he says it quietly, a little timid, maybe. You like it. “It’s probably a little messy.”
“I don’t mind.”
It’s not. Seungmin’s idea of messy is your idea of tidied up. And it’s a cute little apartment. Just looking at the couch—the big striped throw pillows, a few plushies, it doesn’t look like a typical single guys apartment. It’s cute, and it’s comfortable. It’s really cute. The kitchen is small and most of the counter space is taken up by an espresso machine and all of the things that go with it. It’s neat in here, too. Not a dish or cup out of place.
“I like it,” you turn and he’s there, an inch away from you. “Can I see the rest?”
“Of course.”
The rest being his bedroom, and he leads you right in. It’s a little darker in here, but it’s still very him. It’s sweet, a little bit colorful, and very very soft.
The dog plush on top of one of his pillows reminds you of something important, “oh, you're collar. It's at home.”
“My collar? You got me a collar?”
“Yeah, it’s really cute.” You close the gap between you and grab the neck of his shirt, “sit.”
He does. Seungmin sits on the edge of his bed, not breaking eye contact. He leans back and rests on his hands, stretches out his long torso, spreads his knees as you put a leg between them. "What does it look like?"
You run your hand up to his throat and very, very lightly close your hand around it. No need to scare him off immediately. You want to squeeze, but right now you’re perfectly content just touching him "It's red...dark red, and has a gold chain across the front."
"A bell?"
“Of course. A tag, if you want.”
His eyes light up, and his hand wraps around your thigh, thumb moves in gentle circles. It sends a little shiver up your arms. He’s making your head swim, and you need to get a hold of yourself.
"...but you won't be fucking me."
"Huh?" he stops, and his mouth opens a little.
It seems a little bold of him, but he slides both hands up your thighs, up your hips, and hooks his fingers underneath your leggings. You told him he won’t be fucking you, and yet…
He pulls down, gently, until you can kick them to the side...and he looks up at you with pleading eyes. You grab a handful of his pretty hair and put his lips on you, and he kisses your hip so softly, you feel like you could melt.
“No," you push him back a little and straddle him. He’s resting on one elbow, and the other hand is slowly moving up toward your ass. “No, pup…I’m fucking you.”
He mouths the word pup, bites down on his lips, tries to hold back his smile. “Yes, please.”
“Please? Oh, I knew you were the one.”
“I am,” Seungmin falls to his back, and sighs…moans, “I am, noona.” His hips buck up and he looks down at his quickly growing erection. Seungmin was probably already halfway there when he invited you up.
He needs let loose, but first you feel him over his clothes. He’s a handful, and he twitches when your fingers move along his length.
“Please…” he whispers, and his puppy eyes are impossible to deny. Now you want to give him everything. “Take care of me.”
“Oh, Seungmin…” you unbuckle his belt, unbutton, unzip. Very slowly. “I will.”
“Minnie.”
“Hmm?” You run a hand over him again, and the red, needy tip of his cock peeks out from his briefs. “What’d you say?”
“Call me—“ he’s cut short by your lips wrapping around his head. His moan cuts through you, your pussy throbs, and your mouth sucks him in a little more. “…call me Minnie.”
“Minnie,” you moan, licking the pre-cum from his stomach. “Minnie, you’re so hard for me.”
Finally, you pull at the sides of his jeans, slide them down his legs, and throw them to the side. You suck him in as far as you can—he squirms, and his hips jerk up toward your mouth, pushing him in even further. A slap on his thigh settles him, letting you work him at your own pace. You don’t want him anywhere near close yet, because you’re just getting started.
“Are you gonna be good for me?” You look at him, stroke him slowly, take in the rest of his body. His sweatshirt is still on, but pushed up just enough for you to see his stomach.
“Yes, I’ll be good.”
You lean down and kiss his stomach, run your tongue across his belly button, “take that off.”
Seungmin listens and pulls his sweatshirt over his head.
“Look at me.”
He does. He doesn’t break eye contact when you suck him back into your mouth, stroke hard and slow, lick the pre-cum leaking out of him again. His moan is desperate and whiny, just how you like it.
“You’re so pretty, Minnie.” You crawl over him, leaving kisses on his body as you go, and when you stop at his throat, he whines a little and licks his lips. “So sweet.”
You’re making him blush. And you give him no warning when you take his dick and slide it across the wet fold of your cunt. His fingers grip your thighs, and you let him hold on as you push him in. Despite how wet you are, it takes a little work. You slide down slowly until he disappears completely inside of you.
The sound he makes for you is so much better, so much softer than you thought it would be—he’s already begging for more.
You grind your hips into him and stretch yourself around his thickness, get used to how much he’s filling you up. “Minnie,” you moan. “Fuck.”
You could do this until you come. You might. He seems like he's enjoying himself, too.
His hips lift and hit you deeper. You let him, because it feels too good. He mumbles something, but you’re too lost in how he’s making you feel.
When your hands grip the sheets next to him, his wrap around your arms, slide up, and then back down. “You feel so good,” he purrs.
You lift your hips and bounce on him, slowly at first, because he’s already losing it. He has no problem making noise and his moans drown out whatever he’s trying to say…
so good… don’t… stop… please… ah… so tight...I'm gonna...
“Oh no baby, not yet,” you slow down and grind on him again, hitting just the right spot. You lean back and hit it even harder, over and over. Each pound against his hips makes him whine. “Pup, you’re gonna make me come already, you’re such a good boy.”
You do. You look at him as you squeeze him tight, relax, and gently bounce up and down. Seungmin smiles and licks his lips—the only sound is the wet slide of him being covered in your come, and it's all he can keep his eyes on.
He bucks up hard, “I wanna come,” and again, you let him. He’s getting away with far too much, but he feels so good, and he’s too cute, and he’s too gentle. And you can’t wait to make him come. But not yet.
“Soon Minnie, I promise,” you lean forward and groan with the change in angle. “I want you all night.” You place a kiss on his chest, bite and kiss his nipple.
“I can come for you…all night.”
“I bet you can.”
“Kiss me, please.”
“I am…” you laugh and work you way further up.
“Please,” he whispers. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for weeks.”
“You have?”
“Yeah…mhm, I have.”
“Oh, you…you like me, huh? I mean—”
Seungmin nods, “don’t you like me?”
“I like you very much,” you kiss the corner of his mouth, bite his lip, and then finally press your lips against his. He kisses so eagerly, so hungrily, you almost can’t keep up with his tongue.
He hums and moans down your throat, holds onto your thighs tight enough to leave marks—fucks you, slowly and deeply, rolling his hips so smoothly you can already feel another orgasm rising. You wonder if he even knows how good he is.
“Min—” you just barely get it out around his lips. “Minnie…”
He slows down, but doesn’t stop.
“Easy,” you finally pry him off of you and push him down, hand just below his throat, “take it easy.”
“Sorry,” Seungmin slows his hips down even more, and eventually comes to a stop. His fingers are still digging into your skin, and his chest is heaving.
“No,” you run your fingers up and down his throat, kiss him one more time, and pull him up by the back of his neck until he’s sitting. “Nothing to be sorry for, you’re still a good boy.”
This has been too easy. You weren’t sure how easy it would be to get him underneath you, falling apart, begging for more…but you had a feeling he wanted it just as much as you. What you weren’t completely sure of was how much control he’d give to you.
Luckily, Seungmin is just what you hoped he would be: gentle, pliant, needy for attention, and very horny.
He melts into your touch—your fingers running through his hair, your thumbs running over his ears, still red and warm. You kiss and suck at the skin on his jaw, not caring if you leave marks. And very slowly, you start to move your hips again.
You have his shoulders for leverage now, and your arms are wrapped loosely around him. From this position he could take so much more control, but he doesn’t. He’s content just watching you move on him, looking up every so often until you look back. Every time you do, a smile tugs at his lips, and you can tell he just wants to kiss you again.
Keeping it from him is becoming a challenge. He craves touch and affection, and he might be the most patient, well-behaved fuck you’ve had in a long time, so you will give it to him eventually.
“Seungmin?” His name feels so nice rolling off of your tongue.
He looks at you…flushed, sweat rolling down the bridge of his nose. He answers by sliding his palm up along your spine.
“Seungmin…” you lock your arms around him, pull him in until your foreheads are touching, and start fucking him faster. He holds you steady, pulls you toward him, grinds you on his cock just how he likes it. “Oh god…ah, just like that, pup. Fuck.”
“Yeah?” He leans forward and kisses, “that feels good, hm?”
His words come out so heavy and warm and thick. You can’t stop him, you won’t. He keeps his pace and movements so steady, and it feels so good you could cry.
“Come for me, please. I wanna hear you.”
Seungmin, you whine his name, pathetically, like you’re falling apart, because you are. You moan and your legs start to shake, but he holds you tighter and keeps you moving on him. In and out, back and forth. Right where you need it. Over and over.
You cry out, and he smiles as he works you through it—gradually slowing down as you relax...then he lifts you up and off of him.
“No, I’m not done with you.”
“Just a little break,” he pushes his forehead against yours again, closes in on your lips, but you shake your head.
“You’re not in charge, pup.”
“I’m not, I know. Catch your breath.”
“You feel so good...I wanna keep going.”
“Not yet…” he grabs you around the middle and puts you on your back. “Relax.”
“Minnie…what are you doing?”
The room spins. You close your eyes. The bed shifts as he lays down, and you feel a blanket being pulled up and over you. And then his arm is there, pulling you against his warm body and holding you tight. Seungmin is turning everything upside down. You’re melting into him, and you like it.
“What about you?” You mumble into his chest, “I wanna make you feel good.”
“You are…don’t worry. We’re just catching our breath.”
“Seungmin”
He rubs your back, “hmm?” pulls away just enough to look at you.
“Nothing”
“Nothing? You sure?”
“No. What are we doing? Ooh…you like me.” It’s hard not to smile when you say it out loud again. “Do you, really?”
He laughs and tries to hide his face behind the blanket. “Yeah, sorry. Am I complicating things?”
“You are, but it’s okay.”
“Is it too much? We can keep going, if that’s what you want. You can take over again.”
“Is this what you like, sweetie?” You slide a fingertip along his jaw and over his ear. “Just being like this? Kissing…” you pull him close for one, “touching.”
“Yeah, yeah I do.” Seungmin is excited and relaxed and nervous all at once. You’re a little more than he was expecting, but he’s not going to complain. He wanted this. He still wants it.
Another kiss on his lips, “you just want taken care of, yeah?”
He nods.
“Good,” as soon as you wiggle your hand free, you slide it down his stomach until your fingertips find him, still hard. Taking care of Seungmin is the only thing on your mind now; making him feel good, giving him all the attention and affection he needs. Making sure he comes back for more.
Slow, gentle strokes—a kiss between his eyes, on the tip of his nose. You almost get teeth when you go for the smile on his lips.
His hands are all over you, touching everywhere he can.
You swallow every little moan that passes his lips, every hitch in his breath when he can’t keep from pushing his hips against you. He gets closer, and he wants more, but you just keep kissing him and touching him just enough.
“Can I…”
“Hmm?”
His eyes scan your face, and he pushes you flat on your back again. Before you even think of protesting, he’s on you, lips on your neck, hands on your thighs, hips grinding into yours. He stretches you out and his thumb finds your clit, still swollen and sensitive.
You focus on kissing him and letting him work. It’s not that you can’t give up control—you just usually don’t. Seungmin is making it easy, though. His pace isn’t too much. He’s not smothering you, and he’s not selfishly pounding you into the bed. Your thighs are resting on his lap, hips up, legs curled around him. And every time he slides in, his dick hits right where you need it to. You can breath between his kisses, and you can enjoy every soft movement of his fingers.
“Should’ve let you take over sooner…”
A pretty smile spreads across his face, and you get lost in his eyes; two big black crescent moons, squished by his pink cheeks. You’ve never had someone smile at you like him. Not while they fucked you like this, at least.
“So good...feels so good,” you barely hear him when he breathes it out. "Does it, baby?"
His mouth is on yours before you can answer, wet and messy, teeth biting and pulling at your lips—down to your throat, he bites and sucks and licks at the sweat forming there.
“You like leaving marks, pup?” You ask, but in your head is an echo of him calling you baby.
The mhmm against your neck makes you shiver.
“Should I keep them out for your friends to see?”
Seungmin is up and back in your face… "yes"…forehead against yours, “please.”
He’s getting so close. Whiney shallow breaths, slow deep thrusts.
“Come in me…it’s okay.”
That…and your fingers grabbing for his hair—that’s all he needed. It hits him and he falls onto you. Your hands move to wrap around his waist, and you hold tight as he slows himself and fills you up. All of his weight on you feels so good, though. His sweat and his heat, his heavy breaths moving across your face.
He shifts to kiss your neck again. Softly, though...no marks this time.
The room is quiet for a while, and only sounds are your legs rubbing against the sheets, against his thighs, the wet release of Seungmin’s lips on your skin.
“You okay?” He finally breaks the silence. “Was that okay?”
You nod and knead your fingers into his shoulders, “you have a good touch, pup.”
“I like that," he sighs, pulls himself out, crashes down next to you. But his arm stays draped over your stomach,
“Hmm, what do you like?”
He props himself up and bats his eyes at you, “I like being pup. Do you call…um, do you call other guys cute nicknames?” Seungmin looks away when he finally stutters it out.
“What makes you think there are other guys?”
And now his face turns bright red. “Oh, sorry, you’re just...you seem like you know what you're doing. You know what you want."
“It's alright. There hasn’t been anyone in a while.”
“Just me,” he whispers, and smirks.
“You’re my only pup.”
"Good."
Lips press against your shoulder, his arm squeezes and brings you closer. You can't help but lean into his embrace. Even now, after everything is done, at least for the moment, you can't escape your growing feelings for him. Sex didn't quench the desire—you don't want to get dressed and leave, you don't want to be done and rid of him until the feeling returns.
The guys you usually sleep with are one night stands for a reason, and you never think of them again when they leave. And you certainly don't give them cute nicknames.
"You threw me off a little, though."
"I did? What did I do?" he laughs, and he has no idea how much it cuts through you. "You were amazing."
"You're so sweet."
Seungmin searches your face, but he can’t figure out what’s going on in your head. It seems like you feel the same as he does, or it did, but right now is when it matters. You caught each other, you poured yourselves out all over place. Now what?
"What's wrong?" he gets even closer, and his nose is almost brushing against yours. "Coming down from everything, maybe? Do you want me to get your stuff so you can get dressed?"
"No, I don't wanna leave."
The relief that washes over his face—you can see it. He isn’t trying to be subtle, because Seungmin has already confessed his feelings to you. You kind of did, too. The difference is, you lied, because you weren’t totally, completely, one hundred percent sure until a few minutes ago.
Now he’s looking down at you like he didn’t just give you three orgasms, and like his come isn’t slowly dripping out of you.
“Not yet.”
“You can stay as long as you want.”
“I can take us to work in the morning.”
“You wanna spend the night? Ah, I can make us dinner, and breakfast…unless, maybe that’s too much.”
“No, it's not. But I am wondering something..."
He’s so eager to hear. He rests his chin on you and grins, “what is it?”
“Can we do that again? Can you really come all night?”
I’ll be sweet
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Kim Seungmin/Female Reader
wc: ~1.5k
rating: fluff/explicit/ (contains edging, teasing, slapping, light restraint, pet names, Seungmin begging and being a brat, and a little praise)
comments: another part of the blind date soft kinks requested by anon!
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Seungmin thinks this is easy for you. Every single time you stop, he looks at you with his big wet eyes. Every time your mouth leaves him, or your hand, or the hot, tight squeeze of your pussy is suddenly gone, his eyes make you almost fall apart and give in.
You love touching him—making him moan and whine your name when he’s getting so close. You love the way his thighs shake, and his stomach tightens and you can see every muscle move beneath his skin. When he’s on the bed, his back arches so smoothly and slowly just as he feels his climax rising in him. You know exactly when to stop.
You always let him have his moment of weakness and protest… Please, pleeaase baby I changed my mind. No more. Get back over here.
But you turn away. You can listen to him plead, but you can’t look at that face while he does it. Seungmin has perfected his beg over time, and you’re sure someday it will work on you.
Not tonight, though. You’re on your side of the bed, propped up on one elbow looking him over. He has his hands up over his head, bound together. You had to find one of his silk ties, wrap it tightly around his wrists and through a slot in the headboard. He’s pouting and glancing down at his semi hard cock. Pre-cum is dripping and collecting next to his belly button.
“This is so mean,” Seungmin whispers to you. He crinkles his nose and bares his teeth.
“If you would just behave and keep your hands where they belong…”
“Yeah yeah, I know. But I’ll be good now, I promise.”
You just shake your head at him, because you’re almost finished; he is almost finished, and he should know that.
You started on him this morning as soon as he woke up, so this is the longest you’ve ever teased (you still have him to yourself all day tomorrow, so why not). The whiny begging and his dick in your mouth has kept you consistently wet and horny for hours. And restraining him? That’s new. That’s usually reserved for you, but Seungmin likes the swap, and he looks good like this—helpless and horny, cock dripping onto his stomach as his erection slowly returns again.
He watches eagerly as you lean in and place your lips on his warm stomach, his sweat damp skin. His cock twitches and his hips jerk up; so close to where he wants you, but not close enough. You lick up his mess before backing up.
The loud slap across his thigh echoes in the room. And his answer, a dramatic OOUCH! comes out in a petulant little laugh. The spot immediately starts to turn an angry red, but he just looks at it and bites down on his smile.
“Don’t be a brat,” you run a finger over the red spot and contemplate doing it again.
Seungmin pouts, “don’t get that close unless you mean it.”
You straddle him on hands and knees and he screws up his face trying not to smile. “I’ll get as close as I want.”
“Lemme see…are you wet? Lift your shirt up. You aaare, I can feel the heat coming from you.”
“You just wanna see?” You grab each side of the shirt—his shirt, and lift a little. “I can do more than that if you’re a good boy.”
“I’ll be a good boy, I promise.”
“I dunno, pup…you haven’t been very well behaved today.”
He pushes his head back into the pillow and twists his wrists a little. “Because you’ve been so teasy today,” he whispers. “But you wanna fuck me so bad, I can smell it on you. I love it.”
Your palm hits thigh again, but luckily for him, it’s his outer thigh this time. The sound it makes his beautiful, though. Seungmin squirms and jerks his hips up. His cock slides against you, and you can’t hide the pleasure in your eyes.
“Yeah…let me take care of you, babe. You’ve been torturing yourself, too.”
You move yours eyes from his, down to his dick—massive, unbearably hard now, veins bulging. There’s another drop of pre-cum where you cleaned him up a few minutes ago. He’s right, and you’re trying not to give in. He’ll know he won a little bit if you fuck him right now.
“Climb up here and let me have a taste.”
“No,” you fall back on the bed and snuggle up to him. The offer is tempting, though. “…no, you’re bad…and you look good tied up for me.”
“Oh I know,” he turns his head and pushes toward you, but he’s not quite close enough to get to your lips. “But…” Seungmin turns on his puppy dog eyes with no effort.
“But what, Minnie?” You lean the tiniest bit closer, and your noses touch. His breath on your lips could drive you crazy.
“You’re gonna let me come this time, right?” His voice is sweet now. Quiet and warm.
“I’ll think about it. Are you thirsty? I’m gonna go grab something.”
He squirms again and kicks his legs. His eyes follow you until you disappear into the hallway.
You shout back, “you just want water?”
He doesn’t answer. But when you return with your leftover iced coffee from this morning, he perks up a little. “Gimme a sip…I mean…sweetie, can I please have a sip?”
You put the straw in his mouth and he drinks much more than a sip, but you let him, just because he said please.
“Come here sweetie, just get on top of me again.”
You watch him and suck down the rest of it, wondering if maybe he’s really had enough. You’ve seen how hard he comes after half the amount of teasing you’ve dished out today, but it’s all for a good cause. You want nothing more than for him to lose his mind for you when you finally finish him off.
“If you’re gonna keep being so sweet...”
“Yeah, I’ll be sweet. I’ll be sweet all night for my little peach.” He adjusts the best he can and sets his feet flat on the bed. Knees up. Ready for you to ride him.
You decide that, yeah, it’s time. Your legs begin to shake with anticipation, no matter how hard you try to keep calm. Your cunt throbs with pleasure, and your nipples cut through his t-shirt when you spread your thighs across him, and if he could reach down and touch your swollen clit, it’d be over for you that fast.
“Your little peach?”
Seungmin moans when your fingers stroke him. He nods eagerly and smirks, “mhmm…or my little plum, if you prefer.”
You can’t quiet yours when he slides in—he disappears so easily into you. He pushes up and fucks slowly, and you let him take over, even though you shouldn’t give him all the control—but he feels so good like this, somehow keeping calm, taking his time.
The room fills with deep, desperate moans, and the wet, slick sound of him pumping into you and stretching you open—he growls every time he hits deep and your pussy clenches hard around him.
You struggle to reach up and grab the knot holding his wrists—fuck…FUCK
“Take your time, sweetie. You waited this long,” Seungmin speaks softly and slows down, “go ahead.”
You fight with the slippery fabric for another few seconds, and then finally, it loosens. He slips free before you can even steady yourself again, and another moment later you’re thrown onto your back.
Seungmin hovers over you, one hand by your head, the other sliding up your chest and over your neck, “gotcha.” He leans down and kisses you, still with a surprising amount of control. But then his hand is under your thigh and he spreads you open, “so…was I a good boy? Sweet boy?”
Before you can answer, he slides back in—you’re gripping the sheets and being forced up into the mess of pillows. “Yes,” you choke out…yes yes yes is all you can manage between thrusts.
“Is this what you like?” He braces himself against the headboard, “you like waiting all day to get my dick?”
You nod and whimper and grab for him, grope and scratch at his stomach and hips and anywhere else you can reach.
“Tell me I did good…tell me again baby.”
“You did so good,” you push yourself up to meet his thrusts, “sweet boy.”
He smiles and throws his head back, “fuck, you feel good, so tight…I’m gonna come, I need to—”
Seungmin lets go. Hard and loud. You can feel his cock pulsing, throbbing and emptying inside of you as he slows down, but he doesn’t stop. His thighs shake as he steadies himself and latches onto your hips. His orgasm lasts, and he just keeps going, moaning, sweetly whispering your name over and over until it passes through him. His body shivers, and the red of your palm still stands out against his flushed skin. When he finally opens his eyes, they stare down into yours, big and dark and spilling over with pleasure. Satiated, for now.
“I’m sorry baby,” he collapses onto you, but manages to hold his weight up to place a kiss on your forehead, “too fast.” He relaxes and sings out a contented sigh when your fingers comb through his hair, “you feel so good.”
How do you think seungmin (blind date AU) would react to MC bringing up the idea of introducing soft kinks? (light spanking, biting, praise, dirty talk just to give you an idea)
I started doing this as a little write up, going through a list of things they might try, then decided to just write some teeny oneshots based off of a few. Here's the first one!
Praise
Kim Seungmin/Female Reader
wc: ~500
rating: fluff/explicit. Minnie gets called a good boy for the first time.
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“Seungmin…”
He doesn’t answer, doesn’t stop, doesn't peek up to acknowledge you saying his name. But you’re catching your breath between his teasing. He keeps moving from your clit, then to your thigh to kiss and bite, and then back again. Over and over. And it’s driving you crazy.
“…Minnie please”
Edging is his favorite, no matter how much he protests and whines when you stop sucking him, or stroking him. He usually can't take teasing, so you're still surprised when he wants to do it. And you do like it when he takes his time with you, but he’s testing you tonight.
“I love you, Min”
“Hm?”
You just barely hear him, but he peeks up at you for a moment. You don’t say it out loud very much; he doesn't either, so it catches him off guard.
“I said I love yoouu”
Seungmin’s fingers hook around your thighs and pull you down closer to him. He’s resting on his elbows, eyes heavy as they stare you down. Now his mouth is back on you, hot tongue sliding achingly slow, up and down, circling your clit. But he’s staying there now.
When you buck your hips up into his face, he groans and hums and closes his lips around you.
“Good boy,” you sigh and reach down to run your fingertips across his forehead.
He looks up as you push his hair out of the way. His eyes grow larger, then his entire face softens. His tongue pokes out to lick his lips, and he smiles. “What did you say?”
“I said…you’re a good boy”
A smile spreads across his face, “am I?” His mouth closes around you again, but the smile remains. You can see it tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Your fingers run through his hair.
“Am I a good boy?”
“You are,” you sigh and fall back down on your back.
“Tell me again”
You force yourself up and meet his gaze—your fingers move over his cheek. “You’re a good boy, you’re a—“ you can’t finish before he’s on you again.
He’s loud and he’s messy, and it feels so good you want to scream, but you control yourself somehow. You hold yourself still. A finger slides in, and then another. He looks up briefly and your eyes meet again.
“You feel…so—“
“Yeeess?”
You giggle and grab at his hair again. “…you feel so good, Minnie.”
Your body relaxes, and finally, your orgasm rises slowly and runs through you. But Seungmin keeps going and doesn’t let up. He grabs your thighs and holds you still as you tremble under him, moan, reach for him, pull at his hair.
“Minnie…okay okay”
“I’m not done”
“No, you are…you did very good,” you’re breathless as you try talking to him. "I need a minute."
He slows down, then lifts his mouth from you. Your eyes are shut tight, but you feel him stop and start to crawl over you. His warm body cuddles up against yours, and his face pushes into your neck. “Did I? Did that feel good?”
“Mhmm, that was amazing.”
