❤︎ college student! seokmin x college student f! reader
authors note. i got lazy at the end…. :3 anyways!! im so sorry for not posting lately :( i got so busy this month ☹️☹️ but i’ve managed to create this little thing for enjoy hehe >_<
lollapalooza has been making me go crazy... i immediately thought of u and the daddies brainrot u have given me. AAAND I SAW THE PHOTO OF DK AND JEONGHAN DOING 🤟 THEY POSTED ON TWITTER and i want them so bad. so of course as #1 jjongjjongie (´ ω `♡) .. IM ON MY KNEES FOR DK & JEONGHAN DADDY TEXTS.
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I missed you so much, 🥹baby. I finally was able to get this done. So.sorry it took a million years. I hope it's worth the wait. If not... 🤪 I love you
I was scrollinh thru tumblr like morning paper (as you do) til I saw a post? A text au where the members had "i love you" autocorrected to "i hate you" and I thought hey thats funny then i thought i should ask nini for another one
In conclusion can i request for a text au for seventeen where i love you autocorrected to i hate you? If not all members, then just the maknae line please? (gn reader)
seventeen maknae line when their “i love you message” gets autocorrected to “i hate you”
MY HEART FELL RO MY ASS WHNE I READ THE FIRST PART.
I THOUGHT U MEANT THAT MY AUTOCORRECTOR AUTOCORRECTED TO SMTH STUPID I WAS GONNA BURY MYSELD.
but anyways!! i did only the maknae line cause tumblr has a limit of onlt 10 pics 😓
this was so fun to make though so i hopw u like it!!
a/n: another little drabble, once again written for a friend.
If you'd had more of your wits about you, you probably wouldn't have opened your door to the knocking around midnight. But, half asleep as you were, you merely stumbled out of bed with your blanket around your shoulders, eyes barely open as you unlocked your apartment's front door.
However, you're grateful you did open it, as the sight that greets you immediately makes you wide awake.
"Seokmin," you breathe, freezing for a moment at the sight of your best friend in the doorway. His normally tall, upright form is hunched, brows furrowed and forehead crumpled, the tracks of tears still damp on his cheeks. He sniffles slightly and looks up at you through his lashes, rainwater dripping off the ends of his hair and the shoulders of his jacket.
"Can I come in?" he croaks, and you finally feel as though you can breathe again, pulling the door open wider.
"Absolutely, yes. I’ll, um— I'll grab some of your clothes, you go ahead and shower, okay?" You can see the way his skin is covered in goosebumps, although he doesn't shiver despite the aggressive chill outside. As he lets himself into your bathroom and you go to your bedroom to dig out some of the clothing you've snagged from him over the years, you can't help but feel anxiety tying knots in your stomach. What could possibly have led him to your door in the midst of a late autumn rainstorm in the middle of the night?
Once you hear the shower running, you knock on the bathroom door lightly and crack it open,
"I'm putting the clothes on the counter, Seokmin. Take your time, I'll make us some cocoa..."
He doesn't respond aside from a short hum in the affirmative. His brief response and overall silence only makes your heart sink further — Seokmin is notoriously a shower singer, but now you're barely hearing a peep from him. You press your lips into a thin line and shut the door silently, making your way to the kitchen to put the electric kettle on.
You're so absorbed in your own thoughts about what could be wrong with Seokmin that you don't even notice he's emerged from his shower until he suddenly appears behind you, helping you to reach the unopened box of hot chocolate mix you had put too high up to grasp without a step stool.
His familiar warmth envelops you, even more comforting than the blanket around your shoulders, and you turn around to face him as he places the box on the counter behind you.
"Thanks," you say, examining his face carefully. "Do you want marshmallows? I think I have some somewhere around here."
Seokmin doesn't reply, however. He looks down at you but doesn't move, and you furrow your brows in concern.
"Seokmin—?" Suddenly, your best friend lurches towards you, enveloping you in a firm hug, burying his face in your neck. Although taken aback slightly, you quickly hug him back, also wrapping the blanket around him. As you gently rub circles on his back you can feel tears seeping into your shirt, his shoulders trembling. It breaks your heart to feel him crying silently, almost bringing tears to your own eyes.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" you ask, keeping your voice soft and low. He shakes his head, sniffling.
"Not right now," he murmurs, voice heavy with unshed tears. "This is enough. Just let me stay like this awhile."
You agree, unable to say no to such a request, continuing to hold Seokmin even after you hear your electric kettle click off once it’s finished heating. The water can always be reheated, you think, and so you close your eyes and lean into the embrace, gently reaching up with one hand to stroke his hair as the rain continues to fall against the window. For Seokmin, you think, you'd stand in the kitchen holding him all night — and so that's what you prepare yourself to do.
Summary: Y/n is a regular college student who's love life took a turn downwords. Trying to balance school and life is hard, but luckily Y/n has friends to watch their back.
A/N: Got the title inspo. from a Spotify playlist I've been listening to. It's been awhile since I've done one of these, so I hope you all enjoy it!
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