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[hoshingi]

SEUNGKWAN ✯ 250913 Love, Money, Fame

[ruinedchildhood]

I bet that felt so good for the bottles

[choptail]

we have got to get regular porn back on this website

[jung-koook]

I miss him so much 🥺😭

[minzbins-moved]

HAKNYEON "AWAKE" + "ROAR" 230223

[hoyoung]

Haknyeon ’WHISPER’ (2022)

[jiiichanming]

haknyeon - music bank interview

[savventeen]

feelin' thorny

rating: M pairing: seungkwan x gn!reader wc: 0.4k summary: florist seungkwan receives a bouquet from his rival — emotions are had warnings: slightly nsfw discussion, language tags: rival florists, the is the start of an enemies to lovers fic (that i will probably never write), soonyoung says some Wild Shit, reader is actually only mentioned in this sorry a/n: i know nothing about flowers or their meanings i just used google and then made shit up lol (also this was originally a vmin drabble i posted on twt two years ago)

Seungkwan looked down at the bouquet of flowers — beautifully arranged and wrapped in old newspaper and tied with a dainty blue ribbon — gobsmacked.

It was addressed to him of all people.

No one ever sent Seungkwan flowers. Because who would send flowers to a florist? Especially from his rival's shop?

And speak of the devil, the little card carefully attached to the ribbon simply read from y/n <3 in a distressingly elegant calligraphy.

He looked at the artfully arranged flowers more closely. There was an obvious yellow color scheme — hyacinth (jealousy - sport, game, play) and tansy (hostile thoughts, declaring war) and tarragon (lasting interest) arranged neatly around a single tall sunflower (haughtiness) — but a few white roses (I'm worthy of you) were included to help balance it out. It really was beautiful, and some unknown feeling did a little somersault in his chest.

And then the meanings sunk in.

You had just sent him a flower arrangement that essentially said "wow, you're so jealous, fucking fight me" but in the most annoyingly flirtatious way possible. It made Seungkwan want to commit arson.

"That absolute motherfucker."

"Okay, Kwan-ah, I'm confused," Soonyoung piped up from where he was re-poting some ferns in the corner. "Do you want to kill whoever sent those, or fuck them?"

Seungkwan choked on his spit.

Soonyoung blazed on, "Because the words you just said were mean but you look so grossly in love that I'm concerned hearts and rainbows are going to start shooting out of your pores like some kind of homoerotic pipebomb."

Or maybe murder was on the table after all.

"Kwon Soonyoung you are henceforth forbidden from ever opening your mouth inside my shop ever again." He threw one of the many flower-themed stress balls he kept lying around for this exact reason at Soonyoung's head, taking pleasure at the pained yelp Soonyoung let out as he failed to dodge out of the way and sprawled gracelessly across the floor.

Satisfied, he turned his attention back to the bouquet. "And to answer your question..."

The flowers stared up from where he was still clutching them with both hands, judging him. Waiting.

Seungkwan sighed.

"Both. Definitely both."

[juji-han]

Summer Lovin'

→ Seungkwan x reader

→ 5.1k words

→ language, mature (17+) theme

→ Seungkwan spends the summer at Vernon’s countryside house, where he meets you. One small town, one house, one love.

Seungkwan packed his things. In ten minutes, he would be on his way to his best friend’s vacation house. It was far, the drive would at least be five hours, and he could feel his legs already cramping up. 

He packed his favorite shirt, shoes, and pants, he wanted to look his best. Maybe he’d meet someone special, everyone knew Seungkwan had been single for too long. He would catch a break from his family, his distant blood asking him, ‘have you got a girlfriend yet?’ followed by an unseen eye roll and a head shake. 

Checking the time, Seungkwan eyes widened, grabbing anything he could out of his drawers and closet, and throwing them in the two suitcases he had open. 

Adding the final things he could, Seungkwan zipped his suitcases shut, accepting the fact that he was going to be missing a few things, maybe even essentials. 

On the road, tires rolling fast against the pavement, came Vernon. He honked his horn twice, arm hanging out the black car’s window. 

Seungkwan’s front door swung open, heavy breaths from trying to safely bring down two of the heaviest things he’s ever lifted, “A little help?”

Vernon, who at first just stared at the brown-haired boy, now gave a tight-lipped smile, swinging his car door open. Making his way around the car, he grabbed one of Seungkwan’s suitcases, using his leg to move it over to his trunk.

“What’s in here, man?” Vernon used all his strength, lifting the heavy material into the trunk, Seungkwan following the same. 

Seungkwan arranged his things, before shutting the back and moving to the front of the car along with his friend. 

“Ready?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” Seungkwan dragged his words out, monotone, feeling too tired to be giddy. 

Vernon sped off, the five-hour clock starting to tick down. Soon, he’d be in a completely different area, surrounded by people he doesn’t know.

Seungkwan was asleep when they arrived at Vernon’s house. He had missed the scenery that Vernon enjoyed every summer he came there, he had also luckily missed some of Vernon’s swerving.

With a shake to his shoulder, Seungkwan stirred, eyes opening slowly. Night had fallen, and the air was cool, accompanied by crickets chirping loudly and the sound of coyotes yipping and howling.

He got out of the car, taking his things, and following Vernon into the house.

The two stayed silent, Seungkwan sleepily moving up the stairs, ignoring the room with the lights on, lugging his things into his temporary stay, and flopping on the bed. Tomorrow would be a new day and Seungkwan would explore tomorrow but for now, he needed sleep.

The sun shined past the white curtains, Seungkwan’s room coming to life, compared to yesterday’s darkness. He stirred, the inside of his eyelids red. He raised his arms, stretching and letting out a small whine, his body releasing all of yesterday’s emotions; shaking release. 

He laid still, arms above his head, looking at the beams of light and the dust floating around. 

Creaks were heard outside his door, and quiet footsteps led down the hall to the stairs. Each stair creaked, making the newcomer’s arm hairs stand up. 

Seungkwan sat up slowly, the comforter gathering around at his waist. Getting out of bed slowly, Seungkwan stretched once again, rocking lightly on the balls of his feet. 

The old door squeaked as Seungkwan opened it. It was old, the entire house. The doors were painted a dark blue, slightly chipped from age. The floors were wooden planks and not the cheap kind. Real wood, the varnish stripped and bare.

To the left of Seungkwan’s room was another door. It was closed, showing off a, “Do Not Disturb” sign written in black and white. Across from his was an open door. Seungkwan peered in slightly, revealing Vernon sleeping on his back, mouth opened slightly, still sound asleep. He twitched, hands curling into a fist, as if ready to fight.

Seungkwan smiled, before going downstairs, taking in the small dining area. The kitchen sported green tiles, clean and looking brand new compared to the rest of the house. 

Beside the window, was a small round wooden table, with three chairs along with it. 

That’s when Seungkwan noticed you, a beautiful nondisturbed energy. You held a book in your hands, focused and unmoving, even when the sound of Vernon’s chair scraped against the tiles. Words couldn’t leave Seungkwan’s mouth, so he didn’t bother. He acted as if you weren’t there, turning to Vernon.

“Good morning, I didn’t even hear you come down the stairs,” Seungkwan commented. Vernon let out a chuckle, fixing his bedhead. 

Seungkwan’s eyes flickered to you, taking notice of your face. You looked perfect, the sun shining on you, like a spotlight. Your eyes moved slightly, reading line after line of your book. You were a sight, more than eye candy to Seungkwan. He wanted to know you. 

Moving his eyes back to Vernon’s, they met eyes, “What do you guys wanna eat?”

Seungkwan’s eyes moved between you and Vernon, curious as to what your response would be.

You shrugged, the first reaction since Seungkwan sat down, snapping your book shut and looking up into Seungkwan’s eyes before quickly moving back down at the table, “Let’s go to that one place.”

“One down the street?” Vernon asked, rubbing his face and biting his lip.

You nodded, muttering a confirmation, before pushing your hair back, “Let’s get ready and we’ll ride our bikes there. Your friend can use my old one.”

You stood up, chair scraping against the ground, showing your sleeping attire. You wore a sheer white tank top, the cloth clinging to your skin, paired with red and black pajama shorts, tied at the drawstring. Turning around to go up the stairs, Seungkwan couldn’t help but notice the way your shorts moved up, revealing a sight he didn’t want to take his eyes off of.

When you had reached your room, out of earshot, in the corner of his eye, he saw Vernon turn towards him. 

In a hushed voice, Vernon’s lip turned up, “Her name is Y/N.” 

He rested his face on his fist, and he continued, “Pretty right? She’s hard to get though. Too focused on other things.”

“Like what?”

“Not sure, but whatever it is, it must be a hell of a thing to make her so unavailable.”

By the time Seungkwan was finished getting ready, both Vernon and you were outside digging in the shed for bikes. 

The air was dry, with no wind to cool anyone down. Sweat beads were starting to form on Seungkwan’d forehead, making him fan himself, walking to the shed. 

Seungkwan’s eyes naturally moved towards you, your sweat making your skin dewy. You wiped the sweat off your forehead, a heavy sigh leaving your lips.

You grabbed a bike, wheeling it towards Seungkwan, “All yours.”

Seungkwan grabbed the bike, an anxious feeling dancing at his fingertips. Adjusting the seat of the bike, he hopped on, waiting for you and Vernon.

The place you suggested was a small coffee house. It was secluded and quiet and only the noise of a radio behind the bar was heard. The three of you sat, waiting for someone to take your orders.

Vernon’s head rested on his palm, the other hand tapping away at the metal table. His eyes moved between you and Seungkwan, then around the coffee house, taking in the beauty everywhere. 

“This is a nice place,” Seungkwan spoke up. 

You and Vernon nodded at the same time and the same pace. With a small smirk, Seungkwan thought, They’re the same.

The atmosphere returned to silence, a waitress walking over to you three. 

As the morning went by, a good breakfast and minimal conversation were shared between you three. The return back home was quiet, Vernon and Seungkwan heading inside to get away from the heat, and you going off somewhere.

Seungkwan sat at the kitchen table, enjoying the night breeze from the open window. He heard the sound of crickets, a sense of nostalgia washing over him. 

He ran his fingers through his hair, the sound of a bike rattle coming closer to he sat. He hadn’t seen you all day, he wondered where you had gone, what you did, if you had fun. 

Your leg swung over the bike, kicking the brake down into the dirt. 

The door swung open, Seungkwan’s eyes following you as you ran up the stairs, the sound of a door closing. He heard the distant sound of water running; the bathroom.

Seungkwan stood up slowly, going upstairs himself. The bathroom’s light shone through the cracks, but the newcomer paid it little mind, going into his room. 

He shut his door softly, sitting at the edge of his bed. He laid back, adjusting himself so that his entire body was on the bed. 

Tomorrow, he would be here, in a countryside middle-of-nowhere house. He would be here with you… and Vernon, of course.

“Here.” You stood on your toes, reaching for the top shelve of the cabinet. “We stack things like Jenga in here.”

Prior to you reaching for a bottle of syrup, Seungkwan and Vernon made a short trip to a convenience store. Seungkwan insisted on making pancakes for everyone, generous for the room and place to stay. 

Seungkwan had gotten everything he needed, making homemade pancakes. There was a plan, make pancakes and impress you. Short and sweet, except when you came downstairs, dressed in the same white see-through tank top. 

Seungkwan almost burned the pancake on the stove, too distracted by your attire. You wore nothing underneath, leaving Seungkwan’s eyes to wonder. 

You were captivating to Seungkwan. You were like a siren, calling for Seungkwan, his heart, and his mind, only to be forgotten. 

“Making pancakes?” You spoke to Seungkwan. He slightly jumped and snapped out of his thoughts, nodding. “You’re gonna need syrup. You’re not vegan or anything right?”

Seungwan shook his head, muttering, “No.”

That’s when you reached for a bottle of syrup, Seungkwan’s eyes falling down to your revealed stomach. He knew he shouldn’t look, but he couldn’t help it. You were just so… you.

“Do you need help?” Seungkwan asked. Honestly, he wasn’t asking to be kind, he was asking because if you stayed around for another minute, breakfast would be burnt.

“Yeah.” You strained. Retracting your arm, you moved to the side letting Seungkwan move into your previous position. 

You stood behind Seungkwan, facing his back. You watched as Seungkwan’s muscles flexed as he reached for the syrup. 

Seungkwan reached for the bottle, grabbing it, and placing it on the counter. He turned around, giving you a tight-lipped smile, cheeks burning red.

“Thanks.” You returned the smile. “By the way, what’s your name?”

He couldn’t believe you didn’t know his name. It had only been two days but had you really not been around enough to introduce yourself?

“Seungkwan. Boo Seungkwan.” He introduced himself, smiling wide. It soon fell as he heard your giggle.

“Okay, James Bond.” You teased. 

Seungkwan could feel his ears burning. Were you really teasing him right now? Why?

“Well, Seungkwan, I gotta run. Nice to meet you.” 

“Oh, but I was gonna make something for… us.” Seungkwan’s body turned, watching you leave him alone in the kitchen. 

His eyes followed you up the stairs, only to come back down to Vernon.

“What are you making?” Vernon questioned, lips pouting and eyes scanning the ingredients on the table. 

“You’ll see.” Snapping out his thoughts of you, Seungkwan smiled wide. “That means get out the kitchen so I can perform my magic.”

Vernon scoffed, raising his arms and leaving. 

Midnight had rolled around when you came back. The boys were lounged on the couch, empty cans and bottles on the floor. Ears perked when you opened the front door, both of the young men looking over their shoulders. 

You walked towards the boys, hands resting on the hard sofa back. 

Vernon, who held five playing cards in his hand and a lollipop stick hanging off his lips, was the first to speak, “Where have you been?”

“Out and about, y’know. What are you guys still doing up?” Your hands shifted to Vernon’s hair, pressing your hands together, making a mohawk.

“Playing the very fun game of Go Fish,” Vernon swatted your hands away, fixing his hair. “Could be funner if you joined.”

“Funner isn’t a word, but I’ll make your wildest fantasies come true and play with you I guess.” You smirked.

You walked around the couch, sitting in between the boys. Seungkwan’s cheeks burned, face hot just by you sitting next to him. 

“Deal me in, please. I can’t wait to beat you guys.” You said smugly. The night continued, the three of you playing poker, early hours rolling over your heads. 

Seungkwan didn’t talk to you again until a week later when Vernon dragged you two outside at night, saying, “The lake is meant to swim in. Let’s go!”

Vernon floated on the surface, arms spread out to his side. His figure was hidden like a shadow, slivers of his abs shown by the moonlight’s reflection on the water. 

Seungkwan sat next to you, palming the sand, creating little towers of sand.  

You sat next to him, legs crossed and face buried in a book. You didn’t sport swimwear like the boys and as much as the boys would love to see you in a bikini, they were also glad. The saving of your skin was something Seungkwan especially would be secretly indebted for.

The sound of water splashing made you look up, and Seungkwan who was staring, snapped his head forward. 

“This is boring, I’m gonna go shower and go to sleep, maybe we can do this another time when you guys aren’t scared,” Vernon complained, water dripping down from his hair and shorts. 

Seungkwan turned towards you again. 

“Should we apologize? I feel bad.”

You looked straight ahead, not completing his gaze, “Nah, Vernon gets a little bummed out sometimes. The lack of completion of his social moments is… unencouraging.”

Seungkwan nodded slowly, turning his head towards your attention. 

After a few moments of silence, the sound of the lake hitting the shore and crickets chirping overwhelmed your ears.

Closing your book, you glanced at Seungkwan before standing up. 

No words were exchanged as you stripped your clothes off, catching Seungkwan’s eyes. He followed your every movement. First, the buttons of your shirt, revealing a white lace bra that hugged your rib cage a bit too tight. Next, the zipper of your jean shorts. You were left in your underwear, a stranger sitting behind you.

“Are you coming in?” Turning around, you extended a hand toward Seungkwan. 

He grabbed your hand, standing up, and following you into the water.

You two waded through the water, slowly starting to swim, still, no words being said.

“So, do you like her? Or not?”

“I don’t know! I mean, yes I do, but how can I when we haven’t talked longer than a few minutes?” Seungkwan put covered his face. Groaning, he sat down on Vernon’s desk chair. 

“So? Make conversation with her!” Vernon said. 

The whispers of the boys came to a halt, a door creaking making them hush.

Whispering, Vernon scooted to the edge of his bed, leaning closer to Seungkwan, “I’ll go to the store, you make conversation with her, woo her. You’ve only got a month and a half left to get the girl~”

Nodding, Seungkwan took a deep breath in. Vernon left the room, leaving the door wide open. 

In the hallway, you and Vernon exchanged eye contact. Peaking your head into Vernon’s room, you saw Seungkwan sitting with his eyes closed, taking deep breaths in and out.

Stepping in, you quietly sat on the bed, staring at the boy in front of you. Purposefully, you hovered over the bed before forcefully sitting down, making the bed creak. 

Seungkwan’s eyes snapped open, immediately connecting with yours.

“Oh, shit- I didn’t know you were in here!” Seungkwan exclaimed. He covered his mouth with his hand, cheeks bright pink.

You smirked, crossing your arms under your chest. The green tank top you wore partly exposed you, and the movement you had made your chest slightly push together.

Seungkwan’s eyes flickered down, before going back up to your lips. 

“Come outside, I have something to show you.” Getting up, you left the room, not waiting for the brown-haired boy. Following behind, you led Seungkwan to a field. The air blew your guys’ hair every which way. 

Sitting down, you tugged lightly on Seungkwan’s shorts. He sat down next to you, “Vernon… he told me something.” 

Seungkwan’s head turned towards you swiftly, his mouth agape. 

“What did he say?”

You shook your head, lips curling into a smile, “It’s a secret.”

Seungkwan felt his ears get warm. Looking down, and bringing his knees to his chest, he felt the urge to yell at you. Why didn’t you acknowledge him? Or didn’t you? You spoke to him like he spoke to his cousins, you spoke to him like he didn’t understand what you were doing.

Feeling the heat on your shoulders and the sun shining in your eyes, you squinted and looked at Seungkwan. 

“How do you know Vernon?” 

“Uh, school. Yeah, we were always in the same classes and we just got… close.” he fidgeted with the edge of his shorts, pulling grass out of the ground. He took notice of the wind and how it blew each blade of grass away, then towards, then away from him again. His hair was going to be messy later for sure, but the thought left as quickly as it came. “You?”

“He’s a family friend.” You tucked your hair behind your ear, before untucking it, self-consciousness seeping into the brightest parts of your brain.

Seungkwan didn’t respond. The conversation died, you both sitting still, hair moving in and out of your faces by the untamed wind.

“Seungkwan.” You called for the boy next to you. He turned towards you, face emotionless.

You leaned in, looking at Seungkwan’s face for discomfort. 

Closing the gap between you two, you pressed your lips against his. You grabbed the nape of Seungkwan’s neck, pulling him closer to you.

You parted from Seungkwan, “Is this okay?”

Seungkwan didn’t respond, kissing you again but harder. He flipped you both over, sitting between your legs.

Kissing you deeply, you felt Seungkwan slide his hands under your shirt. He wanted more. Seungkwan wanted every part of you and he only hoped it was the same for you. 

Seungkwan guided his kisses down your neck, leaving you speechless. 

The day continued on, loud sounds staying hidden by even louder; leaves, grass, birds, and the moaning of you and Seungkwan. 

You stood at the doorway of Seungkwan’s room. 

“Bye-bye.” You said, smiling wide. Seungkwan smiled back, before kissing you and wrapping an arm around your waist. He pulled you against his body, only letting go when you gave him two light taps on his shoulder.

He pecked your lips once again, “Bye.”

You stepped back, letting him close the door, before turning around and heading to Vernon’s room.

Looking in, you saw his facial expression as he sat at his desk. You moved to his bed, flopping down with your limbs spread out and eyes shut tight.

Vernon, who was fixated on scribbling something, looked behind him, at you. He got up and shook your thigh, “What’s wrong?”

He pushed your arm out of the way to lay next to you, arms crossed behind his head.

“I had sex with Seungkwan this morning,” You spoke quietly. You knew the walls were thin and you knew if Seungkwan heard, he’d be mortified. “It was good but… he’s just here for the summer, no?”

You turned your head to the side, looking at Vernon. Your eyebrows were furrowed in frustration, lips pursed, but Vernon didn’t look back.

“He is. A month and a half, then, back to college,” He said. “Was it worth it? I mean, did… did you mean to do it? Or was it a in-the-moment head-rush thingy?”

“I don’t know! I really don’t know, Vernon,” You cried out. Feeling a shift in emotion, you felt too serious. You raised your hand to your head, mimicking a theatrical fainting woman’s pose. “A shame, maybe I shouldn’t fall in love then?”

Vernon giggled, not moving an inch. You chuckled, before sitting up and straddling him.

“Vernon, what do I do? I think I like him but then, then I get scared. What the hell am I supposed to do?” You didn’t look into Vernon’s eyes, embarrassed that your eyes slightly watered.

Vernon rested his hands on your waist, tapping a rhythm, “You never let yourself have anything. Maybe liking him is a good thing?”

“Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t,” You said. You leaned down and pecked Vernon on his lips. “Thanks, Vernon. I’m gonna go out, wanna come?”

Vernon shook his head, caressing your hair. You got off his lap and left his room, quietly shutting his door to not make much noise.

You slowly walked down the stairs, trying to avoid each creaky spot that you’ve grown to know over the years. 

You had to get out and think. 

You grabbed your bike, riding to a place you found when you were nine.

It was not well taken care of, the library. It was always empty, the books dusty but free. You had made the place your own hide-out. When you were a kid you had always imagined the library was a project for other kids who couldn’t afford books, but then became long forgotten. 

You hopped off your bike, tossing it to the side, and running inside. 

You had really made the place your own, with multiple candles inside and an orange couch with cushions slightly flat. 

You lit the numerous candles, the flickering of the flame making you relax a bit. You grabbed a book from one of the shelves; The Little Prince.

Opening the book to your bookmark, you read off a line aloud, “You’re beautiful, but you’re empty. No one could die for you.”

Closing the book again, you laid on the couch. 

As the candles flickered, the wax melted and dripped, and your eyes shut. A thought crossed your mind before entering a deep sleep.

You’re so empty.

The summer days were winding down and Seungkwan was more eager to spend time with you. 

It was early morning, and the three of you sat in the living room. Your head was rested on Seungkwan’s lap. He played with the end of your hair, twirling and untwisting stands around his fingers. 

Vernon sat on the floor, head leaned back onto your thigh, “Can we do something… please?" 

Lifting your head up, you looked at Vernon, whose lips were tugged down into a frown.

"I’m bored!” He whined further.

“Let’s go to the river.” You suggested. 

Seungkwan’s eyes followed you as you stood up and helped Vernon stand.

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

You walked outside, leaving the boys to follow behind you.

You grabbed Seungkwan’s bike, walking alongside it, and giving it to him, "Ride me to the river.“ You spoke low, a small smile on your face.

He nodded, eyes shimmering with wonder, admiration, and care in the light. He mounted the bike, letting you get on, before letting Vernon take the lead.

"Down to the river, we go.” Vernon smiled wide, sunglasses that were hanging on his shirt now on his face.

It didn’t take you three long to get to the river, the scenery of trees and sunlight poking through the leaves distracting you all. Once you three had arrived, you felt relief and healing.

Tossing your bikes off to the side, you took in the sounds and view. The sound of the water rushing, the current was manageable but quick. The trees slightly covered the sun, dispersing the sunbeams that came through. 

Standing at the edge of the bank, you took your shoes off, rolled your socks off, and tucked them into your shoes. 

Sneaking up behind you was Vernon, who pushed you, inducing a scream as you fell into the cold water. 

“You ass!” You moved your wet hair out of your face, moving towards Vernon and attempting to grab his ankles so you could pull him in the water.

As you and Vernon splashed each other, Seungkwan laughed, taking his shoes and socks off and rolling up his pants.

“Come on, Seungkwan, the water’s warm.” You yelled out. Vernon turned around to glance at the still completely dry boy.

“Come on, come on, come on.” Vernon eagerly spoke, waving his hand. While Vernon was turned around you stood up and out of the water, pulling the both of you back in.

Seungkwan covered his mouth, laughing before walking to the edge of the river, seeing Vernon come above the water with the widest smile he’s seen since Seungkwan arrived.

Seungkwan ran away from the edge before yelling out, “I’m gonna jump in, move!”

Hearing Seungkwan yell, you and Vernon swam off to the side, watching as Seungkwan ran and balled himself up midair. 

The cannonball splashed and created waves, pushing you back slightly.

Splashing each other, the day went by, the three of you getting out of the water, and hanging out on the grass.

The sun started to set and the temperature started to drop. The three of you sat close together, knees pulled close to your guys’ chests.

“So, Seungkwan,” You leaned your head on Seungkwan’s shoulder. “What are you gonna do when you go back to college?”

“Mmm, study? I’m working towards my bachelor’s. Musicology.” He gave you a kiss on the forehead before leaning his head on yours.

Vernon absentmindedly nodded, before resting his head on the bony edge of your shoulder. 

“This was fun. Next summer, we gotta do this again." 

"Yeah,” Seungkwan replied briefly. Lightly nudging you off his shoulder, he stood up. “Let’s. Let’s go home.”

Helping you stand, Seungkwan pulled you close, before placing a soft kiss against your lips. 

Vernon made a gagging sound before walking off, “Let’s go, lovebirds.”

It was when you three arrived home, that Seungkwan invited you to his room.

You sat on his bed, watching as Seungkwan closed the door softly, doing the same to the loud clicking lock.

Seungkwan moved in front of you, before kneeling down, with hands resting on your knees.

His hands moved slowly towards the hem of your shirt, before lifting it and peeling it off your body. 

Leaning closer, Seungkwan’s hands wrapped around your body, unhooking your bra and gently pulling the cloth off, the lace rubbing against your arms. He started low, kissing a path from the space above your shorts to your neck. 

You sat pretty, fingers raking through his brown curls, pulling him closer to your skin. 

Finally, you grabbed his face, pulling him in for a harsh kiss.

“Seungkwan.” You gasped.

He didn’t respond, moving kisses back down to your jaw; further, sucking dark marks onto your neck.  

Standing up, Seungkwan leaned over you, pushing you onto the bed. His hands squeezed your hips, before moving to the buttons, unzipping your shorts.

“You’re beautiful.” Seungkwan looked up at you, chin resting on your stomach. His hands squeezed again, eliciting a moan. 

He smirked before pulling your shorts off, feeling the matching lace of your underwear. 

“Seungkwan.”

“Yes?”

You pulled him closer, another kiss, “I like you.”

A smile tugged at Seungkwan’s lips, the muscles in his face contorting to joy. When he first arrived, you were cold. This distant person who rather spend the days out somewhere, coming home late at night. He couldn’t believed he was here now, hearing the words he so desperately craved ever since he started feeling them himself.

“I like you too.”

It was the morning of Seungkwan’s departure. Both you and Vernon loaded Seungkwan’s things into his car, taking turns lugging things down the stairs.

“Come on, Seungkwan, what the hell is in here?” You used your entire body weight, pulling the suitcase to the edge of the steps. “Would this break if I threw it down the stairs?”

“Do not!” Seungkwan stuck his head in past the front door, yelling at you. You groaned, before yelling for Vernon to take the luggage down. 

When Seungkwan first arrived, Vernon picked him up alone, the two starting a five-hour car ride to a vacation home.

This time, you would tag along. You would sit in the backseat, sticking around for the journey. 

“I’m gonna grab the last suitcase,” Vernon said, walking off. 

You leaned against his car, next to Seungkwan. You grabbed his hand, tightly grasping it.

“How will we keep in contact?” You asked. 

“My dorm has a phone number. I’ll run inside and give it to you when you guys desert me.” Seungkwan joked. You scoffed before watching Vernon peek from behind the door. 

“Last one. Let’s go! Asses in the car!” Vernon yelled out. Listening like diligent children, both you and Seungkwan got inside the car.

Like two months prior, the five-hour clock started winding down.

10 MONTHS LATER

Seungkwan stepped out of the black car. It was another summer with Vernon. The same old house, with creaky steps, in an unfamiliar town, with unfamiliar people.

“Hey, stop bringing so much shit here, we sell things here y’know,” Vernon complained. 

Rolling his eyes, he ignored the younger friend. Assisting Vernon with his own things, they walked inside the house.

“Home sweet vacation home.” Seungkwan joked. Vernon sneered, before flopping on the couch. 

Looking around, Seungkwan noticed the emptiness of the house. It was quiet, dust collecting around the place.

Seungkwan suddenly felt pressure around him. Your arms were wrapped tightly around Seungkwan’s waist. 

Turning around, Seungkwan grabbed your face, mushing your cheeks together. He leaned down, giving you a kiss. 

“I missed you so much, my love.” 

“Nuh-uh. I missed you more.” You smiled wide, eyes sparkling. 

Pecking your lips again, Seungkwan laughed, before waddling to the staircase with you still clinging tightly to his waist. 

“Let’s go upstairs,” Seungkwan suggested.

Unwrapping your arms from around his waist, you grabbed his hand and ran up the stairs. 

Running into his room, you laid down on his bed, limbs spread out and taking up space.

“Comfortable in my bed?” Seungkwan teased.

“Super.” You replied, before pulling him on top of you. 

“Seungkwan?”

“Yes?”

“I think I love you.” You kissed his cheek. 

“I think I love you too.” 

[sweetiesicheng]

seungkwan - late night

word count : 512

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"what'd you want to watch?" you asked seungkwan as he sat down next to you. you could smell the remnants of his shampoo and conditioner in his hair. you ran your hand through his almost dried hair and kissed his temple.

"whatever you want," he said as he scrolled through his phone.

with the remote in hand, you went through the shows on your list and clicked on one, starting at the beginning despite seeing that someone had started watching the show on your account. (you were 95% sure that it was dino who was using your account.) you put the remote down on the side table next to seungkwan. then, you pulled the blanket you kept on the couch over the two of you and cuddled up against your boyfriend.

"you gonna put the phone down?" you asked him. you didn't care if he was on his phone or not, but you were hoping he would at least put his arm around you.

"the guys are texting about something," he mentioned. a chuckle erupted from him, "mingyu walked into the top of a doorway," he mentioned. you laughed in response and looked over to peek at his phone screen, watching the conversation continue.

"guess being tall has cons," you said and seungkwan put his phone down on the table.

"for once, it does," he replied. "sorry for coming home late," he apologized as he made sure the blanket was covering both of you.

you shook your head, "it's okay. i know that practice runs late sometimes."

"yea, i had to start telling the guys that i needed to go home to see you in order for us to leave at all," seungkwan explained. then he sighed, "i swear, performing is my lifelong dream, but we need a break. you’re gonna have to come by to the company building so i can at least see you once a week.”

"but you guys are making a lot of money."

"true, and with said money, we'll finally get to take that vacation," he said to you. "you know, once i find out when we are done, we should start planning the trip."

"where do you wanna go?" you asked and swung your legs over his, making seungkwan fix the blanket again.

"somewhere i haven't been. we need to explore the world," he stated.

"let's start a list and we can narrow it down later," you suggested and he nodded in agreement. then, you yawned and covered your mouth with your hand.

"wanna head upstairs?" seungkwan asked you.

you shook your head, "i wanna be with you."

"we'll still be together, stupid. just asleep," he said to you and kissed your head. "come on, let's go," he said and reached for the remote.

"no," you whined, "i wanna stay down here with you, my loving boyfriend."

seungkwan rolled his eyes, "don't complain when you wake up after sleeping through five episodes."

"i definitely can't guarantee that," you said with a laugh and kissed his cheek. "love you."

"love you too," he replied and kissed you.

[stellav1va]

Softcore

genre —> fluff, slight angst

pairing —> svt seungkwan x reader

warnings —> pregnancy in the first one, talk of a c section in the first one, Seungkwan is drunk in the second

word count —> tba

summary —> types of kisses with seungkwan

[The One Where He Gives You A Kiss On Your Scar]

Seungkwan could see that you were feeling insecure. The way you stared at yourself in the mirror told him everything. He snuck up behind you and pulled you into a back hug. “You’re perfect my love.” You appreciated the words however, you just didn’t feel like it. “Thank you honey.” You could feel Seungkwan frown against your shoulder. His mind raced with different things to do that might help get your confidence up. He finally came up with and idea. “Can I give you a kiss lovely?” Seungkwan knew you couldn’t resist his kisses. Nodding, you close your eyes and expect one against your cheek or your lips. You didn’t expect him to go to where your c-section scar was and give it a peck. “What are you doing Kwan?” “Gotta show you how perfect you are,” he breathes out, “even if it means giving you love in places that you don’t expect.”

[When You Kiss Him So He Won’t Blurt Out An Embarrassing Secret]

Pulling up to the bar, you could hear the loud music blasting inside. Walking in, you easily spotted the Seventeen members. You could see that Seungkwan’s eyes lit up when they landed on you. “Baby! You’re here! Are you real?” His voice made your heart beat faster even though you’ve been together for years. “I’m here honey, how much have you had to drink?” “Not that many, though I almost said something about the one time where you,” your eyes widen when you hear what he almost told the boys. Thinking fast, you did the first thing you thought of. Seungkwan’s voice is cut off by the small kiss you give him and the warmth of your hands on this face. The other twelve you can hear wolf whistle as the show of affection. Pulling away, it was obvious Seungkwan was lovesick. His pupils practically had hearts in them. “What was I saying? I got distracted.” The drunken tone mixed with the lovesick one made you laugh. “Nothing honey, just remind me to never let you know anymore embarrassing secrets.”

[The One Where He Gives You Kisses On The Neck To Hear You Giggle]

If you asked Seungkwan what his favorite sound was, he would confidently answer with ‘their laugh’. He could listen to it for days without getting tired of it. He even tried to get Woozi to put it in a song and ended up with a harsh no. So when he finds out a easy way to get you to laugh, it becomes his favorite action. When he figured out that giving a simple kiss on your neck made you laugh like no other, he quickly made it apart of his everyday routine. He thought you didn’t know about it, hoping that you just thought it was something new that he liked. You would never tell him that your neck wasn’t ticklish at all, you just adored seeing him smile in victory at the sound of your laugh.

[seventeenplug]

Boo Seungkwan (idol x idol) Secret Love Story

Pairing: Idol SeungKwan X Idol Y/N

Summary: As an idol you're supposed to keep everything on the down low, but that's quite hard when your boyfriend is The Boo Seungkwan. You two are tested when you're both invited to an award show.

Warning: none, just sweet

Word Count: 920 words Based on the Little Mix track - Secret Love Song pt. II

"And the winner for best ballad is- 4ode- Secret Love Story! Congratulations!" The announcer's voice sounds, your eyes widen, looking around your 3 members and swallowing the tears as you raise to hug them. "We did it" you whisper, feeling their nods as they too try their best to keep their composure. You had debuted 2 years ago and had been pretty under the radar, but just recently your song, "Secret Love Story" had gone viral, earning you your first award.

As you walk up the stairs, helping your younger members you can't help but let your eyes wander around the crowd, eyes searching for that one person, his eyes already on you. You smile brightly, something that he does right back to you, making all the stress go away. You look back to your members quickly to try and avoid attention to the slight affection between you two and make your way to the center of the stage.

"Congratulations. Do say your speech" Lee Soo Hyuk congratulates you, shaking your hand before handing you the flowers, you thank him, ushering your members to go near the microphone, but they make sure to wait for you to speak out. "1, 2. Hello everyone, we are 4ode" you smile at the crowd, your fans cheering as you all gather closer. "Firstly, I want to thank all of our fans, we could never be here without your support, help and love. Thank you, so, so much to our Petals" You conclude your speech, passing the microphone to the second-oldest member, Yu Rim who goes on to thank the company and all the support from businesses.

You can see the eyes of your boyfriend, Seungkwan, looking at you, although far you could already see the stars shinning brightly in his eyes. You hated the fact that you couldn't thank him for all the support, as he'd been with you for just a little over a year, but due to the difference in the two groups, you were both nervous to expose the relationship because of backlash.

As you kept looking at him, a smile bright on your face, you couldn't help but dream of one day telling the world just how much you love the man. You were willing to wait, even a decade if needed to be able to hold him in the street, kiss him in public and announce to everyone just how he was yours. But you were quiet, eyes snapping back to your members and with a final cheer you began to sing the song, that you had written especially for your relationship.

Putting all of your passion to compose this song made you happier that you could express your feelings, although you had to be careful with the clues you gave out to your relationship.

At the end of the song, you could feel just how it affected you, a single tear falling down your cheek which you let fall as you end the song in a high note. Filled with smiles, you and your group mates all bow thanking everyone once again before heading back to your seats. "You okay, Y/N?" Na Ri, the youngest asks you concerned, you nod with a chuckle. "The song is just emotional, I'm okay" You smile, taking her hand in yours and squeezing it.

The night reaches the awards, and the cold settles, your dress, small to cover even your mid-thigh is now bothering you as the cold just keeps on rushing in, making it extremely hard to not shiver. The staff had given you a few blankets, but you had handed yours over to Yu Na who was especially known to be cold, so you were left with none. Eun Ji still tried her best to keep you warm by sharing hers. Nevertheless, you try to focus back as they now announce the Performance of the Year, and not to your surprise, Seventeen ends up winning.

You clap, holding back the cheers, and you turn to look behind you where the group sat, standing up to greet them as they passed by, SeungCheol winked to you whilst bowing to your group, and you smile as more of them continue to pass by, until you feel something soft hit your legs. Seungkwan had shoved a blanket on your legs, his hand rubbing the side of your hip, and just as quick as it was there, it was gone. "Cover yourself, darling"

He walked faster to catch up with the members ahead, the ones behind him just greeting you like normal and waving at the fans. The accepting speech was done rather quick, and they then performed their own song before going back to their seats, once more he played with fire, hand brushing with yours as he passed by you, a smirk on his lips as he watched from the corner of his eyes your shocked expression.

The rest of the award show went by without any issue, you kept the blanket until the end of the show, and at the end exited with your bandmates, happily chatting as you exit, ready to head to the dorms and celebrate with each other. You were all oblivious to the fact that you and Seungkwan's constant acts of puppy love made for a morning filled with gifs of him watching your performance, theories and just photos and videos of how beautiful the two of you looked that night and proof of how much of gentlemen seventeen were for handing you the blanket.

[sweetiesicheng]

seungkwan - sick

word count : 556

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"you're hot!" seungkwan exclaimed in concern while you sighed.

"yes, i know i'm drop dead gorgeous," you sarcastically replied and took a sip of water.

"idiot, you know what i mean," he said and went into your bathroom. you watched him open a cabinet and look at the medication bottles you had.

"seungkwan, i'll be fine. i need to do stuff, so go home," you said to him, trying to get out of bed again.

"stop it, let me take care of you," he said, as he walked over to you. no pill bottle in hand but he practically pushed you down onto your bed and covered you with your blanket. "take a nap or something."

"even if i wanted to, you're being too loud. my headache is getting worst because of you," you replied and turned to lay on your side.

seungkwan scoffed, "i'll go cook you something and wake you up later," he said, speaking at a quieter volume. you just hummed in response and closed your eyes.

-

"hey, sleepyhead."

you barely opened your eyes and groaned, hiding yourself in your hoodie.

"eat and have some medicine," seungkwan said to you.

"don't wanna," you mumbled.

"how are you going to get any better?" seungkwan replied and pulled the comforter away. "come on, eat a bit," he said and basically pulled you up from laying down. he placed his hand on your forehead, "yea, still hot."

"stop telling me i'm beautiful," you spoke and rubbed your eyes.

"so you want me to call you ugly?" he asked and handed you the plate of food he made.

"shut up," you replied and started eating.

you watched seungkwan open a pill bottle and shake two pills out of the bottle and onto your hand. after you ate a bit, he handed you the pills. you took them and drank some water before swallowing.

"what did you need to do today?" he asked.

"i just wanted to clean. i finished my work already," you replied.

"well, you just finish up eating. i'll go clean the kitchen for you," he said before standing up.

"you don't have to do that, babe," you said to him.

"it's fine. i don't mind," he smiled before leaning in and kissing your forehead. "let me know if i should clean anything else, okay?" he said to you.

you nodded, "okay."

you continued eating the rest of your food while seungkwan cleaned. once you were done eating, you got out of bed and headed downstairs. you walked into the living room, where your boyfriend was reading.

"thanks," you said, noticing that the living room was tidied up from the papers and other things that had cluttered the table.

"mhm," seungkwan hummed, "you didn't have to come downstairs. i would've grabbed the plate," he said to you, putting down the book he was reading from.

"it's fine, i feel a little better already," you said and headed into the kitchen. you placed the plate in the sink. "i'm going to lay back down," you mentioned and headed to the staircase.

"take another nap, it wouldn't hurt," seungkwan replied.

"that's my plan," you said as you walked up the staircase. "love you," you said to him.

"love you more."

"love you more."

"don't repeat after me."

"fine, i don't love you."

"just go to sleep already!"

[sadkidwarexpert-deactivated2025]

shadow & night + mingyu

vampire gyu? 😗

italian spice and everything nice | drabble

masterlist

Pairing: vampire!Mingyu x non-vampire fem!reader

Genre: humor, slice of life type of thing

T/W: none other than blood.

In another life, maybe one where she didn't live on a farm, raising and butchering cattle and growing corps, she'd find it absolutely ridiculous that she would harbor a vampire in her house. If you told her that a tall, unusually handsome man who filed his canines as a part of his night routine and only wore velvet suits would be sleeping in her late grandmother's bed in the room adjoining hers, she'd laugh hysterically in your face, and then slap you with corn leaves.

But there she was, smacking gum loudly in the doorway of her humble kitchen, an anxious habit, as he stood in his glorious red, velvet blouse, stirring a pot of dark liquid, frowning at a set of spices he had lined up on the table next to the stove.

"What on earth are you doing?" she asked.

The man jumped, turning his deep crimson eyes her way, annoyed. "You can't just appear quietly out of nowhere and startle me like that!"

"Oh but it's fine when you do it?!" she retorted, eyebrows raised.

"I can't help it, it's in my nature."

"Well, I hope it's in your nature to be quiet when cooking, Mingyu, because the noise of you stirring that pan could wake the dead from sleep," she said, walking up beside him.

"Sorry," Mingyu mumbled, casting his disappointed gaze back to the pot. "I'm just frustrated."

"Yeah, I can tell," she muttered, taking the wooden spoon away from him. "What are you even cooking anyway?"

Her mouth made a small "Oh" when she recognized the boiling deep red fluid, and then the pungent smell of iron that had wafted through the air made sense. Her stomach churned but she tried to keep her cool, for the sake of his disheartened puppy gaze.

"I was trying to see if Italian spices could fix the taste," he said pointing to one of the jars. "Maybe get it close to a marinara or pizza sauce."

A wild laugh escaped her mouth at that, one so loud that crows fled from trees in the dead of the night. Her eyes watered, and every time she opened them to look at his face, the annoyed pout he was giving her, the fit would start all over again. The wooden spoon fell to the ground, splashing small drops on her beige nightgown.

"You think I like the taste of iron, woman?" He scoffed, biting back a smile. "You have no idea how much I have to spice the shit out of it so it tastes decent."

"Do you have a recipe book?" She teased, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hands. "Have you tried making a milkshake?"

"You think you're funny, little menace?" He said, but his giggle was already failing him.

She shrugged, yawning, her shadow falling over the pan as he picked up the spoon and continued stirring. Silence reigned between them, and the crows outside had resumed their symphony with the crickets. She glanced at the clock over the kitchen wall, one that read an hour so late she barely had time to sleep before she had to be up for her cows.

"Go sleep," he nudged her softly, nodding towards the stairs. "You look pale and sour, even to my standards."

"And what are you going to do? Drink your pizza-flavored blood and ponder the rest of your existence?"

Mingyu chuckled, pouring his peculiar potion into a mug. "That's exactly what I'm going to do."

"Then I'll join you," she said, filling the empty pot with water because he always forgot to do it and the blood left a nasty crust later on. "When else do I get to sit under the moonlight with a bloodsucker? Unless it's mosquitoes in the summer."

"Use that phrase one more time and I might just turn you into one," he warned, leading her out to the porch.

"Ah," she feigned fear. "Is that a threat, old man?"

"I'm not old." Mingyu frowned, sitting down.

"Your age starts with one hundred," she deadpanned. "You've been alive since my late grandmother and will probably live to see my great-grandchildren."

"Don't."

"What?"

"Don't mention a future that I live without you in it."

The moon lit them both in its brilliant, bluish luminance, as then sat side by side, but only one for them had a shadow, and as for Mingyu, his shadow had hung heavy around his old heart, beating furiously, eating him raw with impending grief.

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©2022 sadkidwarexpert, Eboni.

[heartsforwoo]

dance dance dance

-you and seungkwan where suppose to clean up the practise room…

“OH YEAH !” vernon screams out in pure joy. he joins the rest of the members who are already packing up there things for the day.

now you may ask ? ‘why the heck is hansol vernon chwe screaming like he won a golden medal’. well ladies and gentlemen, it’s much better than a golden medal.

Keep reading

[sweetiesicheng]

vernon - morning kisses

word count : 471

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you surprisingly woke up after going to bed late the night before at your boyfriend's dorm. you sat up in his bed, noticing vernon's arm falling onto your lap after it was resting on your stomach.

you rubbed your eyes and brushed your hair back, knowing that it most likely looked atrocious. then, you checked your phone to see what time it was, and it was still pretty early for both of you to be up.

you put your phone down and laid back down, hugging vernon and snuggling against him. you felt his arm move and wrap around your torso.

"why are you awake?" vernon groggily asked you, his ears barely open.

"i don't know. i just woke up," you answered him and kissed him. "good morning."

vernon kissed you back, "mornin'." he closed his eyes and moved around while still holding you.

"do you want to get up?" you asked him, but he immediately shook his head.

"i'm too sleepy," he mumbled his reply.

"but we could eat breakfast together," you mentioned and vernon opened his eyes. "oh, so you want breakfast but not me? i see how it is," you sarcastically spoke.

"hey," he whined, "it's not like that," he said and pulled you as close as he could to you.

you brought your hand up to fix his hair before kissing him. "uh huh, sure," you said to him. "what do you want to eat?" you asked him.

"whatever you want," he replied and closed his eyes again, hugging you tight.

"you're not going to let me go, huh?" you asked him.

"it's like you can read my mind," he commented.

you smiled and kissed him, bringing your hand up to cup his face. you left him hanging, noticing that he wanted more kisses. he opened his eyes again and kissed your lips again.

"you're kind of cute," he said, pushing you on your back so he could climb on top of you.

"you're kind of hot," you said to vernon, who was definitely not sleepy anymore. he leaned in and kissed you again and again.

you wrapped your arms around his neck while kissing him.

"you sure you don't want breakfast?" you asked in between kisses.

"i just want to be with you, idiot," he replied, your noses almost touching, making you laugh.

"so then we can finally get out of bed and go make breakfast?" you asked him.

vernon sighed and basically collapsed on top of you, squishing you in between him and the mattress.

"hansol!" you laughed while he wouldn't budge as you tried to move him.

"sorry, can't hear you. going back to sleep," vernon said.

"babe, we need to eat," you said to him, but he started to snore even though he was faking it. "another thirty minutes and that's it."

"perfect."

[fernspotsvt-deactivated20230305]

Good to be back

Pairing: idol!Seungkwan x reader, best friend!Mingyu

Synopsis: Seungkwan had a lot to catch up on with you as he finally returns home after years. 

Genre: Angst, Smut

Warnings: Unprotected seggs, gagging

Word Count: 4.5K~

Authors Notes: I really had a slump from writing. I got really busy, but I’m starting somewhere! I worked on something else a few weeks ago, but I haven’t finished it. I’m really sorry I haven’t updated in so long! Anyway, here is something that I had going on!!

Going to a party is the last thing you would’ve wanted to do on a Friday night after an exhausting week, but your best friend Mingyu assured you that you’d have fun if you stuck around him. He also said he needed you around him to keep women from flirting with him because you could pretend to be his girlfriend. You understood why these women liked him in the first place - his chiseled features and his wavy hair highlights his beauty - and since beauty is in the eye of the beholder, he was the ugliest man in your eyes. The familiarity to his upbringings surely did not help with his case. But in the end of the day, Mingyu liked the attention he’s getting from other girls, so all you could do is roll your eyes at him.

“I’ll get you a drink,” Mingyu offered you while you settled yourself on the couch. God knows what the couch has been through. You could feel the uneven lumps underneath the covers, but it was better than standing and interacting with the crowd. The place wasn’t as bad as you would’ve expected it to be as well - given that it was a frat party. The music wasn’t too loud, and people were tamer than their movie depictions. People were dancing, drinking, talking, and singing, but it wasn’t anything you could not handle. 

You could feel yourself zoning out slowly as everything started to sound like brown noise - the music and the chattering started to sound blurred - until it was abruptly cut by the sound of Mingyu’s voice saying your name as part of his conversation with some guy. You could feel deep folds form on your forehead knowing your best friend is walking towards your direction with a friend he picked up on the way to introduce to you. 

True enough, you felt his hand on your shoulder, and your expression immediately changed to a friendly one to meet the stranger he has chosen for you to add to the long list of people you know because Mingyu introduced them to you. “Hey!” you cheerfully greeted the shorter blonde-haired male beside the bane of your existence your best friend. 

“Seungkwan,” he smiled and reached out his hand for you to shake. You replied with your name and shook his hand firmly. “I’ll leave her to ya,” Mingyu handed what appeared to be your drink to Seungkwan before jumping off to meet more people. You knew he’d do that - being the social butterfly that he is - but this was sooner than you thought it would be. “MINGYU-“ you tried to call him back. With no luck, he didn’t even bother to look back while waiving his hand.

Him leaving you with a stranger defeated the purpose of bringing you as his date to keep women away, but you knew deep inside that all he wanted was for you to start dating someone already. He always romanticized the idea of a double date with you and someone he brought into your life. It makes him feel like he’s such a matchmaker by doing that. It happened once, but you only did it for his sake. 

“Here’s your drink,” Seungkwan smiled at you before taking the space beside you. “I’m sorry about Mingyu,” you could feel your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. He gently assured you that he didn’t mind meeting new people, much less being left with them. He’s an extrovert for sure, and it felt so natural to talk to him. It felt safe. 

If you were going to be honest with yourself, you enjoyed the time you had with him. He even made you feel included in the short conversations with others that he had between yours. For the first time in a while, you felt like you found someone who you’d feel comfortable being friends with beyond the party Mingyu brought you to.

“I’m actually really good at playing ball sports! You should come see me play next time,” he ended with a laugh because of the look of disbelief on your face. He was definitely fit, but he didn’t look like he could play basketball as well as he says he can. “I’m taking your word for it,” you replied with a silly grin on your face as you tried to keep yourself from laughing at the idea of him playing badly.

“I can’t believe you!” he jokingly sulked to get you to believe him fully. You could just adore the way he acts around you. The way he gasped and tried his best not to slap your arm because he had just met you. “I’ll watch you play next time, okay?” you laughed while shaking his shoulder to face you. 

He turned to you with the biggest smile on his face, and you’re so sure you could remember how he makes your heart flutter with the silliest of faces that he makes to let you know how he’s feeling for the rest of your life.

This is how you recall the night you met the love of your life, Seungkwan, but what you thought would last the lifetime ended quickly after he pursued his dreams to be an idol. 

It feels like a nightmare to see his face all over town as an artist coming back to his hometown to perform. Although you’re proud of who he has become in the last few years, you remember the pain of being left behind at home while he slowly ran out of time for the relationship. You also knew it was better off that way because his management company at the time preferred that he’d be single to appeal more as an eligible bachelor for his fans. 

“Y/n, it’s the first time he’s back here in a while,” Mingyu pointed out the obvious. “He invited me to a small get together - said I could tag you along,” he said in a smaller voice while watching your reaction to every word coming out of his mouth. You pursed your lips together forcing it to curve up, so Mingyu doesn’t pick up on the wave of sadness you felt thinking about what might happen when you finally see him in the flesh. 

And, of course, you fail hiding the sadness as the tears immediately start pooling within the second Mingyu makes eye contact with you. “YOU DON’T HAVE TO GO, Y/N!,” Mingyu panics while digging his pockets for the handkerchief he always brings along for situations like this. “I’M SORRY I BROUGHT IT UP IM SORRY IM SORRY,” he quickly wipes the tears rolling down your cheeks.

“No, I can do it,” you say in-between sniffs while taking the already-damp-from-your-tears piece of cloth from Mingyu’s hand. “Wiping your tears or… going to the get together?” your best friend stupidly asks, but you stubbornly reply ‘both’ because you also want to rip the bandaid off the whole I-can’t-stand-seeing-him-or-hearing-his-name situation you’re in. It’s been long enough, too.

“It’s tonight though,” Mingyu pouts at you to make sure you’re making the right decision. “Yes, I want to go. I will go,” you say firmly and drag him to go help you pick out what you’re going to wear for the night. You know you have to look presentable for someone you haven’t seen in 3 years, but you also have to make it look effortless to let him know that you’re not doing it for him. 

“It’s a casual hangout, so nothing too fancy,” you state out loud to remind both yourself and Mingyu as he tries his best to look for a top, he knows Seungkwan will like - precisely why he keeps picking out the blue articles of clothing that you owned. You know what he had in mind, but none of the outfits he chose for you were working out anyway. 

You pull out a short white dress you’ve been saving for a special occasion, “what do you think about this? I think it says, ‘I’m here to have a great time, but I know my limits.’” Mingyu’s eyebrows raise in agreement with what you said about it. He knows it’s perfect for you to wear something different as well, knowing that you have been comfortably dressing for yourself only.  “YES PLEASE, Y/N! WEAR THAT!” your best friend encourages you as he leaves your room to leave you to get dressed.

“What in the world is Seungkwan’s problem with the 9 PM dinner?” you say as you try to exhale your nervousness out of your system. Your palms, heck even your feet, are sweating in nervousness. It’s the first time you’re going to see him after he left the country for his first tour, and, based on his promotional materials, he’s never looked better. You can hear the pounding of your chest louder than the music Mingyu put on in the car to calm you down.

“We’re near,” Mingyu says to you as you watch the car get closer to Seungkwan’s house. It’s no mansion, but it sure looks roomy with the large glass windows and the modern design. You could see so many familiar faces from back in college, but the one you weren’t even sure you want to see isn’t near any of the windows. “I can’t do it, Mingyu,” you sink into your seat while he gives you a sympathetic look. 

Mingyu shuts off the car as soon as he parks his car in the driveway and makes the courtesy of stepping off the car before you to open your door. “Please, y/n. We’re too far in for you to back out. We’re literally here! AND! I bet you’re the most beautiful woman in this lot right now,” Mingyu encourages you. 

“Okay,” you exhale deeply with your hand shaking taking Mingyu’s to help you out of his awfully low car. Every step you take toward the front door felt so heavy knowing that it might be Seungkwan answering the door, but you muster enough courage to get to the doorway with your arm around Mingyu’s arm. 

Mingyu rang the doorbell, and the door opens almost immediately by, not who you expected it to be, Seokmin. “GET IN HERE! I MISSED YOU! IT’S ALMOST 9:30 PM WHY- OH Y/N! I’M SO GLAD YOU’RE HERE!” just like he was before, he always greeted you so cheerfully. 

You walk in a little less nervous now knowing it’s people like Seokmin and Mingyu you’ll be around for the night. There are unfamiliar faces in the room, but you’ve grown a little more extroverted over the years. You’re better now at getting to know people on your own without the help of Mingyu, but he likes to credit himself for giving you the skills.

“Y/n?” you hear the familiar breath heavy voice you’ve been hoping to hear later within the night. It’s Seungkwan’s. He’s keeping his hair all natural now, but the way that it falls on his head is so perfectly placed. 

“Heyy,” you prolong your Y to give him the impression that you’re interested in talking to him while you grip a little harder around Mingyu’s arm, so he doesn’t leave you.

“I’m glad you came, let’s catch up later! Please get some food and drinks!” he pats your arm before heading over to his other guests. You can’t help but ask what’s his problem again, but you know there are other people for him to pay attention to.

“Not bad, y/n,” Mingyu smiled at you, “I thought you were going to burst into tears after seeing him for the first time.” You slap him multiple times on the arm before walking away from him to go to where the food was set.

Seungkwan’s really gotten familiar with so many other cultures with the tours that he’s been. It explains the menu for his get together. Of course, there is Korean food, but international cuisine can also be found on the long table. 

You help yourself with a lot of the different food choices to at least get back at Seungkwan for the pain you felt for the last few years because of him. “We might as well make the most out of the get together, right?” you joked to Mingyu as you both walk away from the serving area to one of the empty tables. 

It wasn’t long till Seungkwan walked towards your table with Mingyu to accommodate the two of you. He grabs the seat next to you, “how you both? Still best friends?” 

You can’t explain what you felt inside, but you want to answer him sarcastically. He knows you are still best friends, but you suppose he just does not know where to start. Thankfully, Mingyu’s responsive to most of Seungkwan’s catching up questions and stories, and you minimally answer along. 

“How’s your mom? I miss her,” Seungkwan turns to you with his hand finding itself on your lap to get your full attention. He knows you’ve been avoiding and slightly ignoring him the whole time. 

You try your best to answer his question with his hand lingering on your thigh. He knows you want it to be there because you would’ve said otherwise - you’re that kind of person and he knows it. 

Mingyu could read the room though. He’s an idiot, but he knows his cue to leave you alone with Seungkwan to finally talk. “I’ll go to Seokmin. It looks like he needs some company,” Mingyu excused himself from the two of you.

“Why are you doing this?” you ask quietly, so others won’t hear. His hand reached out for yours under the table, and he sighs in relief after you place your hand over his. “I don’t know,” he bit the right side of his lower lip looking for a better excuse than ‘I miss you’

“Do you want to go somewhere more private?” Seungkwan asks noticing the eyes looking towards your direction, and you nod lightly. You hate it when people stare or watch you because they know something. 

You follow Seungkwan’s lead to his bedroom with his hand firmly holding yours. He stayed silent the whole way to the room, but once you two were finally alone, you can see that his eyes held in so many feelings he wanted to express to you - one of them being apologetic.

He stares at you trying to get anything out of his mouth, but nothing seemed to be forming. “I know you’re sorry, honey,” you call him by the endearment he loved hearing the most.

You didn’t know this is how you’d be reacting to finally being alone with him because you never thought you’d ever get the chance to ever do so. Seungkwan felt heavy as he placed all his weight in the hug, he’s giving you. All you could do it pat his back to let him know that the breakup wasn’t his fault.

The longer that he lingered hugging you, the more that he felt like crying to you. “I miss you and I love you so much. Im sorry I couldn’t prioritize our relationship. I’m-“ you cut him off with a kiss. It felt right to let him know you feel the same way nonverbally. His lips are soft, and you can taste the vanilla flavored chapstick he always uses. 

Seungkwan pulls away from you to check if you really wanted to do what you had just done with him. He analyzes you for any hesitancy on kissing him again, but you pull him in for a kiss again, assuring him that you want it as much as he does.

His body leads you over to the bed with his lips still attached to yours. The light sucking on your bottom lip is something he always loved to do with you when you used to make out. He tastes just as good as he used to, and you can’t get enough of his lips. It felt so familiar to feel the small cracks on his lips against yours. 

You find yourself straddled on top of Seungkwan struggling to keep yourselves away from each other. His hands travel across your back feeling every inch of your body before finding the zipper of your dress, “may I?” 

You nod at him before he reveals your body for him to enjoy. “I made the right choice leaving a bra out for this outfit,” you whisper to his ear while he grazes his hand over your soft skin. Seungkwan pulls the dress off you and tosses them to the side leaving you in your black thong. He cusses to himself softly admiring your body. 

You reconnect your lips with Seungkwan’s, and you could feel him getting harder underneath you. His breaths get sharper with every grind you make against him. You can feel yourself wanting every bit of friction off his body.

“I miss having you, Seungkwan,” you say between pants while you take each of the buttons of his shirt off. You miss seeing his tone body this close. He throws his shirt over to the side and turns the both of you around to have you under him.

Seungkwan dips his head into the crook of your neck to press his warm tongue on it before leaving wet kisses on it. His hand gently slides down to your core to slip off your thong. You can feel yourself clench as he places his hand nearer your pussy.

His slick fingers run through your soaking folds, “Seungkwan, I want you in me,” you beg. He carefully slips one finger inside you as he plants a kiss on your lips again. You can feel yourself begging for more as you jerk your hips against his hand.

“Be patient, baby,” Seungkwan prompts you as he slides one more finger inside you. “Does that feel good?” he whispers to your ear before he pumps it in and out of you slowly. 

“Seungkwan, please,” you reach down and tug on his belt. You want his cock inside of you so bad. You miss the feeling of him filling you up. It’s all that you’ve been looking for lately. 

He pulls himself up to unbuckle his belt and slide his pants off. You can see the outline of his shaft along his tight briefs. “Please, Seungkwan,” you beg him again. 

“What do you want, baby?” he bends down closer to you. “I want you,” you pout at him knowing he’s doing this to tease you. “You want this?” he slides down his underwear to reveal his cock. His tip is almost red with how turned on he is, and the veins running down his shaft are just as thick as you remember. 

You nod at Seungkwan, and he pushes your legs apart to make room for him. The mere feeling of his tip pressing against your body is making you clench. You slide your hand into the direction of his cock to feel him again. “I missed this,” he exhales as you pump your fingers around him.

Seungkwan takes the lead and taps his tip over your clit. You could feel sensations running all over your body as he teases your pussy. “Please, honey. I want you inside me,” you say between the heavy breaths. “A little desperate, huh,” Seungkwan chuckles at your reaction towards him. “I’m not going anywhere, y/n,” he looks at you before leaning back into a kiss.

Seungkwan aligns himself to your slit and moans at the sensation of his cock against your walls. You’re soaking wet from all the teasing Seungkwan has been doing, and he feels just as good, if not better, than before. He smiles at you as he fully places himself inside of you. The feeling of his skin against your clit turns you on even further. 

You pull Seungkwan in for a kiss while you struggle to keep your hips from jerking to feel any friction off him. You know he likes to feel himself inside you before slowly pulling himself in and out of you, and that’s exactly what he did. 

He slides his arm under your head without breaking the kiss and gradually picked up the pace of his thrusts. This was nothing that he has done before, and you can feel pleasure build up inside of you as he goes deeper. 

Seungkwan pushes himself up to watch you take him in. He holds on to your hips as he thrusts in you as fast and hard as he can. You can hear him quietly grunt to himself as he uses every ounce of his energy to let you know how much he wants you. 

You feel yourself involuntarily gripping the sheets and turning your head to the side in an attempt to keep yourself from making any loud noises. Seungkwan watches your body react to his cock and enjoys every bounce your tits make with his thrusts. “Fuck- mouth,” you struggle to say to him, but he picks up on it as he slows down. 

“You want me to fuck your mouth, honey?” he asks rhetorically, moving closer to the headboard for him to hold on while he fucks your face. You adjust yourself to be directly under his cock, and he slowly puts it inside your mouth. You can taste yourself around his cock, and the familiarity of the texture of his cock on your tongue makes you salivate even more. 

The upward curve of his cock hits the roof of your mouth. Seungkwan looks down at you to know you’re comfortable before pushing himself deeper to hit the back of your throat. He picks up his pace with each thrust, moaning your name every time. 

You can feel yourself tearing up as you gag a little bit every time he thrusts inside you, but you love the feeling of his cock inside your mouth. It was a sensation you forgot you loved. He keeps fucking himself with your mouth, and you could not help but pleasure yourself at the sight of Seungkwan using you as his fleshlight. 

You gently placed your fingers your clit and rub light circles on it. You can feel yourself get closer to your high as you continue to pleasure yourself. Seungkwan knows better than to leave you touching yourself, “do you want me to help you out?” He pulls out of your mouth covered in slobber. 

You nod at him knowing how much you enjoy climaxing under his doing. Seungkwan positions himself between your legs and pushes two fingers inside you. He curls his fingers inside you in a steady pace while he uses the thumb from his other hand to rub your clit. 

Your core tightens as Seungkwan continues to hit all the right spots. You help yourself more by playing with your nipples. The pleasure runs all over your body, and you can feel yourself get closer with every movement of Seungkwan. “I’m near,” you breathe out exactly before you get tipped over by Seungkwan’s fingers going on deeper. You moan out his name loudly while he watches you ride out your orgasm with the last few pumps of his fingers inside you. 

You lay down quietly for a few seconds before looking up at Seungkwan, knowing you have to let him have his release. “Your turn,” you smile at him, and he positions himself under you. He loves it when you ride his cock just so he can cum inside you. You align yourself over him before pushing yourself over him. You’re still sensitive from your climax, but you enjoy the pleasuring pain it gives you. 

You begin to bounce on Seungkwan’s cock at a steady pace. You place his hands over your tits to hold them in place as you ride him, it riles him up even more to feel your hard nipples in his hands. You rest your hands over his thighs to hold yourself up while you move your hips up and down. 

You can feel your thighs starting to burn as you fuck Seungkwan out. “I’m going to cum, baby. Keep going,” he encourages you knowing how tired you are from the pace you’re going. He places his hands over your ass and guides you through the last few seconds he has before cumming.

“Y/N!” he prolongs the end of your name, trying to keep himself together with the amount of liquid you can feel coming out of him. You bend down to leave kisses on his neck while you grind on him lightly to pump out any remaining cum out of him. 

You keep him inside of you, breathing heavily together. It felt like the best sex you’ve had in so long, and you know that’s how he feels after cumming so hard. He stays in that position with you for a while not minding the guests, he has left unattended. To him, you were the most important guest that came (pun intended), he explained in your small pillow talk.

In those moments, it felt like you were never hurt by the circumstances that your relationship with Seungkwan were put in. You finally sit up after laying with Seungkwan for what-felt-like-hours and gather your clothes for you to put on and face everyone in the party with. He also knows he has to get up again and meet the people he invited to his own home, but he stayed silent and sitting on his bed, thinking about what to tell you about your relationship.

You find yourself fully dressed and wiping away any remnant of the amazing sex you just had with Seungkwan with the tissues you helped yourself with. “I’m heading out. Mingyu’s probably looking for me,” you look at him while he watches you from his bed.

“I’ll come with you,” he finally gets off his bed, quickly dresses up to accompany you as you go out of the room. You’re not sure if this is out of courtesy because you just fucked him, or he really wants to, given the lack of communication he’s made in the last few years. “Let’s grab some coffee tomorrow morning,” he suggests, “I’ll give you a call if you haven’t changed your phone number.” 

“Sure,” you respond to him before being fully let go to be with Mingyu. Your idiot of a best friend waited for Seungkwan to walk away before putting the biggest grin on his face, “you had sex with him.” He sure tried to keep his voice down to keep people from looking. You can’t believe the Mingyu’s audacity to bring it up while Seungkwan is still in the same room.

“I’ll go grab some coffee with him tomorrow, but can we please leave already? I can’t stand being in a house with people who might know I just had sex with him,” you look down, avoiding any other eye contact while walking towards the front door. He walked behind you, waving at everyone he knew at the party before closing the front door. “Yea, we heard you in there,” Mingyu teased you. At least this time, he picked the right time to say it.

mini author's notes: if you want to read more, I'm linking my masterlist here!

[iqof148myass]

seungkwan as your bf

genre: fluff

warnings: none

pairings: seungkwan x gn!reader

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- v overprotective but loves you alot

- gets jealous if you spend more time with his bandmate than him

- will be very dramatic if you hurt yourself

- "do i need to call an ambulance?" and youd reply with "its not that bad im fine, kwan"

- lots of cuddling

- loves play with your hair

- lots of cheek kisses

- will randomly pick you up out of the blue for a date

- he would wrap his arms around you securely.

- did i mention lots of cuddles ??

- "baby come back to bed, i want cuddles"

- he'd always want you to stay home from work/school

- coffee/picnic dates

- he is either the baby spoon or big spoon. it doesn't really matter that much to him.

- whenever he had a long day at work he'd always drag you to bed and lay with you.

- kisses and cuddles after a long day

- he likes it when you snuggle into his chest

- you love giving him a shoulder/head massage.

- little bit of a gamer bf but he'd rather spend his free time with you

- he'll act cute for you fr.

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a/n: thanks for reading. i couldn't think of anymore lmao