dokyeom isn't the best at confrontations. sure, he knows how to stand up for himself when it's needed, and he knows how to protect you if the moment ever comes, but still - he's not like his seungcheol hyung, for an example.
so dokyeom really debates if he should wake you up or not right now. you're sleeping with puffy eyes, your eyelashes still kinda damp, a sulky expression all across your face. he doesn't like seeing you like that, and the way your fingers are holding your pillow with such strenght makes his heart sink even harder.
"jagi...", dokyeom calls softly, a hand resting on your arm. "jagi, wake up."
you stir in your sleep, opening your eyes with cautious. dokyeom is crouched down in front of you, his whole face wet too as his eyes are just as equally red and puffy as yours. he sniffs, being a little bold and letting his thumb caress your skin.
"i'm sorry to wake you up, but i think we should talk", he calmly says, a contrast of how strong and firm his voice were before.
"right now?", you ask in a bittersweet tone, pulling your arm away so he can't touch you.
dokyeom holds back his tears once again, using the back of his hand to clean the little wet spot under his nose.
"yes, please", he nods. "let's not do this. let's not go to bed angry at each other, please."
you watch as dokyeom looks up at you, his lips pressed together and his whole self looking a little... defeated. you know the make up is always the hardest part for him, his sensitive heart and soul doesn't deal well with the way his anxious mind tell him that you're just about to leave, or that he screwed everything up.
you know because you felt before, the way his hands trumbled and he just listened and listened to you, whispering a few 'i'm sorry' when you had your first big fight. still, even back then, dokyeom had never allowed you to walk away from the place you two were (it didn't matter if it was his place, yours, a random restaurant), and never allowed the fight to escalate further than for two days - and, in his own words, he "almost died several times in those two days".
so of course he wouldn't let you sleep your anger and sadness away either. of course he would find a way to get on your better side again before dawn. that's just who dokyeom is, right?
so what could you possibly tell him, other than...
"of course", and a sigh, patting the bed beside you. "come here."
Yuin's note: Wake up bby gurl, Yuin just had another of her delulu dreams with Seokmin, and wrote something about it (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ
Bf! Seokmin, who has had a crush on you since day one. He was so delighted talking to you that he lost the track of time, but it was worth it.
Bf! Seokmin, who is always the happiest when he's around you, smiling so bright as the sun because "dating you feels like hitting the jackpot".
Bf! Seokmin, who laughs with you when you're happy, and cries with you when you're sad. His arms are always open to you no matter what, his hugs have just become one of the safest places in the world.
Bf! Seokmin, who loves music and making playlists has become a love language. "I made this thinking about you, I hope this makes your day a little brighter!"
Bf! Seokmin, who likes to give you a lot of kisses! Not only your lips but all your face, and his personal favourite is your cheeks: nothing can stop him from kissing your cheeks until you both start blushing and giggling like lovestruck high schoolers.
Bf! Seokmin, who enjoys learning about you, from your favorite meal or dessert, to the deepest things like your vision of life and those things you'd tell to no one. Sometimes you feel like he gets bored by such dense topics, but he's actually fascinated by how beautiful is your heart.
Bf! Seokmin, who never loses a chance to tell you the prettiest words in the universe and prove you that he means it. After all, you make his world a little prettier every single day.
Sorry I keep posting wips, this was something I was thinking of finishing since it’s soooo short but my brain had other plans. Feedback is greatly appreciated, thank you for reading!
What were you thinking? It was already risky enough to invite him in while your roommates are home, knowing full and well that they have a strict no boys rule ever since one of them was caught having sex in the kitchen. But inviting him over knowing how loud the two of you get was even worse.
He was just so convincing; he said that he'd be in your city for three days, he was busy for one but he'd be free the day after. You told him that you'd rather meet him somewhere else but he couldn't wait: "I like your place though, it smells like you. Don't you miss me being in your bed?" He was right, you missed him and you couldn't wait...no matter how hard you tried you couldn't ignore how badly you wanted him. So, you told him to come over knowing that you wouldn't possibly be able to keep your voice down with him so deep inside of you.
Every time he moves his hips your body is hit with a new jolt of pleasure that makes it harder for you to keep your voice down, you don't dare to look at him—the sight of him would break you into a billion pieces.
"You-You're so..." You shush him and nod your head, closing your eyes tightly as you hide your face in the crock of his neck and whisper in a broken moan "Q-Quiet, please." But even the slightest sound of your voice made him feel unbelievably feral.
Grabbing your hips tightly Seokmin pressed his feet into the bed and began slamming you down onto him, his hips meeting yours halfway as the sound of your skin clashing together becomes louder and louder with every thrust: leaving only the sounds of the tv to drown it out. Your body shutters and you hold onto him tighter, your nails dug into his shoulders as you cling to him, your warmth squeezing him so tightly—the thickness of his cock makes your brain feel so fuzzy and empty.
"Seo...Seok...Seok..." Your eyes roll back as you try not to scream his name. You can hear him whimper, his struggle is evident. His body trembles as he holds you just as tight, he softly curses under his breath. "Baby...baby please..." His voice quivers as he speaks in a breathy and hushed voice filled with desperation. "If you...if you say my name..." he pauses as his thrusts become messy and slightly more erratic, "I...fuck...if you...if you say my name...I-I won't...I can't..." His voice goes quiet and he flips you over.
In the blink of an eye your legs are wrapped around his waist. The headboard knocked against the wall, sure to wake your sleeping roommates and your voices grew louder….
pairing: idol!dokyeom x reader
genre: fluff, established relationship, comfort
warnings: skinship :)
wc: 252
a/n: this is very self indulgent sorry not sorry!
bf! dokyeom who gives you a new nickname every three business days
bf! dokyeom who loves to give you back hugs, like picking you up and swirling you around type back hugs
bf! dokyeom who makes you laugh till you have tears in your eyes
bf! dokyeom who was way too insistent on buying the damn sogo
bf! dokyeom who asks you questions like, "Babe will you still love me if I were a pigeon? Would you cage me if I were a pigeon? But if I were a pigeon I wouldn't like being caged up. Do you even love me?"
bf! dokyeom who has like a million heart emojis next to your name in his contacts
bf! dokyeom who'd be the type to send you a million voicemails when on tour (bonus: all his voicemails end with kissy noises)
bf! dokyeom who doesn't do sit-down type dates, you guys are either jamming in the karaoke or running along the han river
bf! dokyeom who fishes for compliments because it really makes his day
bf! dokyeom who can lift the 30 pound rice packet with one hand but cannot remove the bug from the room for the love of god
bf! dokyeom who whispers "i love you" every night just before he falls asleep
bf! dokyeom who loves to use the lamest pickup lines while picking you up for every date
bf! dokyeom who would gladly drive to mcdonald's at 2 am because you said you wanted it
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Could you do dk + prompt 75? Thank you!
dog days
pairing: seokmin x reader | wc: 1.4k
prompt: “guess who's going to be a father!”
a/n: i had WAYYYYY too much fun with this lol
The text leaves your phone with an almost sinister delight.
Y/N: guess who’s going to be a father?
You set the phone down with an almost wicked sense of satisfaction and glance over at the tiny furball gnawing on her brand-new squeaky toy. Her tiny tail wags in a blur, like a metronome set to excitement. "Your dad is going to lose it," you whisper, crouching to ruffle her floppy ears. She yips in response, her voice more like a squeaky hinge than a bark, almost as if she’s in on the joke.
She’s a whirlwind of fluff, waddling around with the toy clutched tightly in her mouth, her big brown eyes blinking up at you innocently. It all started this morning when you were just out for a casual shopping trip. You had no intention of adopting a dog—not even close—but when you passed by the animal shelter and saw her? Well, the universe had other plans.
You'd been walking down the street, listlessly browsing, when the soft, pitiful whine of a puppy reached your ears from behind a small, open door. On impulse, you stepped closer to the shelter, your curiosity getting the best of you. And that’s when you saw her—her tiny face peeking out of her kennel, eyes wide with innocence, a little tail wagging furiously despite her rough start in life.
Without a second thought, you found yourself in the shelter’s lobby, filling out adoption papers. You’d been telling yourself you just wanted to look, but in reality, you’d fallen head over heels before you even knew what was happening. She was a mess of floppy ears and big eyes, and as soon as she licked your hand for the first time, it was over.
By the time you picked her up, a full plan had already formed in your head. Seokmin had been so busy with work, and this is just what he needed (but of course, you had to have your fun first). A surprise like this would shake him out of his routine—and you just couldn’t resist.
Your phone buzzes again, snapping you out of your thoughts. Seokmin’s name lights up the screen. His frantic texts and calls flood in immediately:
minnie 💖: what
minnie 💖: wha the fuck
minnie 💖: what do you MEAN
minnie 💖: FATHER???????
minnie 💖: are u being serious
minnie 💖: this is a prank
minnie 💖: why arent u responding
minnie 💖: baby
minnie 💖: BABY
minnie 💖: do NOT leave me hanging
minnie 💖: HELLO?????
minnie 💖: wait
minnie 💖: are you ok?
minnie 💖: baby ur killing me here
minnie 💖: RESPOND
You smirk, choosing to let him stew for a few more minutes. You respond with a cool, collected message:
Y/N: come home after work we can talk
And as an added bonus, you type out:
Y/N: love you, daddy
That’s all it takes. Less than twenty minutes later, you hear the screech of tires outside. A car door slams, followed by the unmistakable sound of Seokmin rushing through the front door, slamming it against the wall with enough force to rattle the nearby picture frames.
"Baby!" His voice is pitched somewhere between panic and determination as he strides inside. His tie is hanging loose, his hair is a messy mop from a long day, and his work bag is hanging off one shoulder like it could tumble off at any moment. He looks like he’s barely holding it together.
His eyes dart around the room, landing on you. His breath is shallow, his pulse racing.
"But we were so careful," he blurts, pacing in frantic circles, running his hands through his hair. "How could this even happen? Wait, no, I do know how, but how?!"
"Seokmin, I—"
"Are you okay?" he interrupts, his voice climbing an octave. "Do you feel okay? Should we go to the doctor? Oh my god, we need to go to the doctor, right? Just to be safe—"
"Seokmin, please—"
"And—wait, wait, okay," he halts abruptly, hands on his hips as if to steady himself, trying to ground himself in the chaos. "Okay. Okay. Let's just not panic."
"That’s what I’m trying to say—"
"We’re adults," he continues, the words spilling out in a rush. "We love each other. We can handle this, right? We can—"
"Seokmin!"
The sharpness in your voice cuts through the tornado of his thoughts. His shoulders stiffen, and he stops mid-step, his brows knitting together in confusion.
"What?"
Before you can answer, the soft sound of tiny paws skittering across the floor reaches your ears. Seokmin freezes, his gaze snapping toward the hallway. Then, like a bolt of lightning, his eyes widen, watching as the little puppy comes careening into the room, ears flopping wildly as she tumbles, regains her footing, and barrels straight toward him. Her tail wags so fast it looks like it might take flight, and she lets out an adorably squeaky bark.
He stares.
"You… got a dog?" His voice cracks slightly as his hands fall limply to his sides, the weight of realization hitting him like a freight train.
You grin, crouching down to scoop the puppy into your arms. "No, baby. We got a dog. She was supposed to be your birthday present, but I got too excited."
Seokmin blinks, looking between you and the puppy, his face a mixture of shock and relief. Then it all clicks. "So, you’re not… pregnant?" His words are slow, as if testing out the possibility that he might have completely misread the situation.
You laugh, shaking your head. "No, that’s what I was trying to tell you. But you are a dad now. Go ahead—give your daughter some kisses."
A beat of silence passes as Seokmin processes your words. Then, without another word, he drops down to his knees, cradling the puppy with absolute reverence. His hands are gentle, like he’s afraid to break her, and he presses his nose into her soft fur. "She’s so tiny," he whispers, completely enamored. "I thought I was going to have to Google how to change diapers, but this?" His smile widens as he kisses her head again, his voice soft and full of adoration. "This I can definitely do. Welcome to the family, baby girl."
You slip your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his back as you watch the scene unfold. "I knew you’d be a natural," you tease, your voice light, the warmth between you both undeniable.
He looks back at you with a soft laugh. "What should we name her?"
You nudge him playfully. "I don’t know, you’re the dad. You choose."
Seokmin pauses, staring at the puppy who is now rolling around in his lap. After a few moments of consideration, he looks up at you with an almost mischievous grin. "We should name her Panic."
You blink, caught off guard. "Panic?"
"Yeah," he says, laughing sheepishly. "Because that’s what I felt the most before I met her. And honestly? She feels worth the panic."
You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling. "Fine, but don’t come crying to me when she chews up your shoes."
Seokmin grins, his eyes twinkling. "Oh, come on. You know she’s going to chew your shoes first."
Just as the words leave his mouth, the puppy squirms free from his arms and rolls onto the floor, scurrying toward her squeaky toy. She immediately goes to town, gnawing at it with all the enthusiasm she can muster. The sound of her tiny jaws working on the plastic toy fills the room.
"She’s got your energy," you murmur, leaning against Seokmin as he pulls you in closer, wrapping his arms around you.
"And your sass," he counters, pressing a kiss to your temple. He looks down at the puppy with a smile that says everything. "She’s perfect."
You both sit there, watching her wrestle with the squeaky toy. The chaos, the mess—it’s all so natural now. Seokmin pulls you closer, and you lean into him, the warmth of his body against yours a perfect match. The puppy, now calm and content in Seokmin’s arms, looks up at both of you, as if she knows she’s exactly where she’s meant to be.
"So," Seokmin starts softly, his voice still filled with wonder. "We’re doing this, huh?"
You smile, watching him cuddle the puppy like she’s the greatest thing he’s ever held. "Yeah," you say, voice soft. "We’re doing this."
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thinking about softdom leaning switch!dokyeom:
who cannot fathom being rough or mean to you, making him literally the softest dom ever. the primary reason he still doms you is likely to be because of your natural size difference (dokyeom LOVES how much bigger he is than you and how he can use his strength to give you pleasure). the second reason is because his life's aim is to pleasure you- thereby making him a service top.
picture him fucking you facing each other literally all the time. EYE CONTACT AND KISSES. my boy needs validation from your expressions and non-verbal behaviour that he's doing it right. missionary, cowgirl, on the tabletop, on the bathroom sink, on the kitchen counter, on a chair. eyes on him.
he doesn't mind the place and time if a. you're willing and in the mood and b. he gets to make you happy. dokyeom, being the energy ball he is, has a high sex drive, and even very little can get him horny. naturally, the two of you have done it EVERYWHERE. concert venue backstage. cafe washroom. shopping mall trial room (yes he got hard when you tried a really pretty dress for him and could. not. hold. back). even the bathroom of one of the member's houses when all of svt and their partners are hanging out.
punishments? dokyeom hasn't heard of it. not into spanking or edging- he would much rather give you as many orgasms as humanly possible. however, this leads to you getting overstimulated without him even realising it. you enjoy it to a certain extent but when it gets a little too tough to bear and you tell him the same, he immediately starts apologising so much and kisses you all over and stops whatever he was doing and lets you rest EVEN if he's still hard. he would much rather jerk himself off if needed rather than seeing you in pain.
not particularly kinky, rather he's a bit old-fashioned. so he's not into roleplay during sex, not into torture or pain, and definitely not into degradation. but his breeding kink is intense. dokyeom's fantasised about having a family from a very early age, and now he's found his perfect partner, he absolutely goes wild about it. (he tracks your ovulation period with you and tries to convince you every time to let him breed you full of cum whenever you fuck during that time. you tell him no but you let him fuck you without a condom those nights, taking the plan b pill afterwards without miss. after the high of the orgasm dies down, he curses himself for pushing you too hard and apologises for wanting to fuck you without a condom. who's gonna tell him the truth?)
BUT i think he's definitely into using toys to spice up things in the bedroom. also into filming your sexy time together. you do it more for him because he seems to LOVE it. he's out of town for a lot of time, so finding a video where you're pole dancing for him has him giggling, blushing, and nearly coming in his pants at the same time. when at home, he doesn't use a lot of toys except maybe a vibrator, but when he's away he asks you specifically to pick out certain toys to help yourself (and him too) to get through nights- like that time he bought a monster dildo for you and you filmed yourself riding it for almost an hour (it was so incredibly hot, seeing you babbling and drooling at the constant stretch but dokyeom got worried for a moment that you'll never like his cock after taking a bigger one. who's gonna tell him the truth?)
and it's the sex toys that bring out the switch in dokyeom. what's better than you riding him and pulling his hair towards your chest until he's sucking mindlessly at your tits as you milk him dry? you pinching his nipples using nipple clamps and tying his hands back so that you can touch him and kiss him everywhere but he absolutely can't even touch you like he so wants to.
talking about tits: dokyeom is obsessed with them. he loves your entire body, but your boobs are the absolute cherry on top of the cake for him (pun not intended). he's just so happy that he has full access to your pretty breasts all the time- for him to kiss when waking up, for him to sleep on while napping, for him to tease with his ridiculously large tongue when he's in a particularly wild mood. he wants them all the time- video call sex? "baby show me your tits once please" and he cums as soon as you do. quickie? you're blowing his cock, and he's bending down to fondle your soft tits. mirror sex? his eyes are FIXATED at your tits. doggy style? he's groping your tits as his balls slam against your ass. morning cuddle? he makes you wear his softest t-shirts and nuzzles against your warm chest.
unsurprisingly, his love for your tits also enables a little bit of his submissiveness. he may or may not want to suck on your tits while you work on your laptop. he may or may not focus more on rubbing his spit on your tits instead of the film you both are supposed to be watching. he may or may not go cross-eyed watching your tits when you're on top of him, fucking yourself on his dick, during make-up sex (you're bouncing so harshly on him, he can't feel his legs anymore and he's completely at your mercy).
and he particularly loves to be taken care of whenever he's had a bad day and heard something negative about his looks or performances. (words are insufficient so you show him how manly he is, how handsome he is, how he's an all-rounder and how he's born for the stage. he worries he takes too much from you, and he's a burden. who's gonna tell him the truth?)
his biggest fetish perhaps is clothed sex. he LOVES dressing you up in beautiful clothes and lingerie. and there's something so exciting like unwrapping layers of you- each layer more mysterious and pretty than the previous. he loves the subtle sensualness of clothed making out- the way he can touch your thighs through a slit in the dress, the way you grind shamelessly on his dick when it's separated from your wet pussy by the soft cotton of his trackpants.
all in all, he's a 100% romantic partner through and through. which includes eye contact during sex, holding hands when he ruts into you and constant kisses and praise every second of the day, in and out of the bed. it goes both ways- he loves being praised too, all shy and soft, blushing whenever you call him sexy. (he tries to do that thing again and again, hoping he can be the sexiest man in your eyes but he thinks he's hoping for too much. who's going to tell him the truth?)
Seokmin is not sure when exactly his feelings for you began to blossom – was it the previous semester of school? Or maybe it just happened like that, but Seokmin knows that one thing is for sure — that he is utterly, irrevocably, deeply in love with you.
If Seokmin was the sun, then you were there to put the sun to shame. A personality so alluring that all the stars would fall just to be with you, a voice so sweet it passes through his system like honey.
Having known each other for four years, Seokmin was no stranger to being in your presence. But one oh-so-fateful day, he noticed something different about you: That morning when you walked into class, among the clouds of cheap deodorant and coffee, an apparition of love had followed you. It had made its way across the classroom, into your seat, and straight into his heart!
Seokmin’s treacherous heart, like the fool it is, threatens into overdrive at once casual encounters — now thwarted by his undeniable feelings. When opening his mouth to speak, his head is immediately plagued with an inescapable cloud of pink, glitters, and everything nice. Both of you barely notice it, but his eyes fold into crescents the moment his gaze catches yours.
And of course he shouldn’t be the only one to suffer, right? Much like Seokmin, his friends suffer at the very frontlines when it comes to his feelings. It’s almost comedic really, the way everything plays out, something akin to a well rehearsed play:
SEOKMIN: Today was so fun! In class Y/N joked about how the teacher….(audio fades out).
SEUNGKWAN rolls his eyes.
JIHOON pinches his nose bridge, frustrated.
JEONGHAN and JOSHUA chuckle, glancing at each other before playfully rolling their eyes at SEOKMIN.
One might say he waxes poetic at the first mention of your name, but behind his long-winded affections (lasting far too long for the average person to comprehend) are his most authentic, genuine feelings too elaborate for his love-addled mind to contain.
Unfortunately, foolish as his heart is, Seokmin fails to see that he has more than enough of a chance with you.
You’re not too sure when it started either, perhaps it was when he smiled at you every morning? Or is it because he treats you with the tenderness of a gentleman, unlike anyone else? Maybe it was the fact that he looks at you like you have the answer to all the questions in the world.
It was maddening, to say the absolute very least – The way Seokmin snatched the key out of your hand and slithered his way straight into your heart, all the while flashing his stupid toothy grin. From the words that came out of his mouth, from his head down to his toes; the meagre thought of Seokmin was enough to drive you absolutely insane. The moment he steps into the room, everything else is just nonpareil.
You began to notice when his touches would linger just a little longer, the occasional flicker of his gaze down to your lips, the way he immediately perks up at the very breath of your name. Seokmin is just so unfairly attractive, no matter what he says or does.
Everything about you two is just incredibly riveting – The way both of you gape at each other with ridiculous heart eyes, the way both of you wear your heart on your sleeves; Yet both so clueless…how?
You’re not sure when it happened, but the both of you began to walk home together every day; Maybe because unfortunately in spite of everything, the dismissal bell rings, and you’re both burdened with the arduous task of saying goodbye to each other. But God knows that neither of you can bear to say goodbye just yet.
“Y/N!” Seokmin calls out, but means to say “baby”.
You turn to face him, stopping en route to your home.
Because Seokmin cannot bear to say goodbye just yet.
“Seokmin?” – but mean to say “honey” – you call back out.
There he goes again, rubbing the back of his neck, his lips taking the shape of a lopsided grin when your eyes meet. Cliche as it is, the sight of him makes your heart flutter like crazy– your brain reduced to jelly, weak in the knees, butterflies spawning in the pit of your stomach.
You notice his hands ball into fists by his sides. His smile falters, leaving his lips parted slightly to reveal his teeth – a nervous habit of his you’ve learned to pick up on. He fumbles over his words like a newborn elephant, eyes trained on everything but you – he’s distracted.
“Do you want to go out together after class tomorrow? I mean of course if you’re busy, or not feeling it, then of course it’s alright,” he clears his throat, “actually nevermind maybe, but only if you want to..? Do you?” He rapid-fires all at once, and it takes you a few seconds to fully process the slew of words that tumbled out of his mouth and straight into your heart.
“What?” You laugh, your words coming out more as a breath. “I mean, sure if you don’t mind, but of course I’d love to!” You begin to slowly shuffle towards him, but appears more of a float according to Seokmin.
Seokmin’s eyes widen and his jaw goes slack, but his shoulders remain tense. He seems startled, shocked, and rightfully so, as he hadn’t prepared a contingency plan of any sort. Like the fool he is, Seokmin was expecting rejection.
It takes him all but a few seconds to regain his composure, to pluck up the courage to continue the conversation he started. His stoned face breaks back into a shy smile, his eyes hiding behind the fold of his eyelids.
“I dunno actually,” he giggles, scratching his nape before continuing, “I haven’t thought that much about it.”
“There’s this cafe I’ve been meaning to check out. It’s just a few blocks down from school! And there’s a playground nearby we can hang out at after too.”
“Oh..! Sounds good,” he cocks his head sideways, smiling but not with his eyes, you notice.
By now you would’ve turned back and continued your journey home, but both of you remain unmoving. And you can’t help but notice this impassive look on Seokmin’s face; He’s looking at you, but doesn’t see you, and all you want to do is crack his skull open and see what’s going on in his pretty little head. He licks his lips before biting his bottom one, clearly unsure of something, someone?
“Y/N,” he starts, finally looking at you. A pit in your stomach begins to form, and you can’t quite put your finger on it, but your intuition begins sounding alarm bells.
“The hangout, I mean like… like a date maybe?”
And boy, does it take you by surprise. You can blame your reflexes for what happened, but you take a step back. If it weren’t for Seokmin’s trained gaze, you’re sure you would’ve made a run for the hills. You can hear your pulse in your ears, and your heart threatens to clamour up your throat for air.
Does he even realise what he’s saying? But you know Seokmin is far from stupid. Irrational, maybe, but he’s anything but an idiot.
You’re silent, and every second you don’t respond, the stars in Seokmin’s eyes begin to burn out; They fall one by one straight to his feet. Shit shit shit shit! He fucked up big time, and now there’s no going back from it.
You’re not sure what world you’re living in, but you never expected this at all; Never in a million years would you picture yourself being confronted with your feelings for your best friend, much less by the very man who had you wrapped around his finger. How unfortunate for you that Seokmin is both, isn’t it?
For a moment, too long for comfort, you struggle to find the right words to answer, and you don’t, because what you choke out is nothing short of pathetic
“A date?”
“A date.”
“Seriously?”
Seokmin nods, a little too eagerly for his liking.
“You actually mean it? Like a date, Seokmin?”
“Yes!” his eyes wider now, ears on fire because you swear you can feel its heat emanating off onto your cheeks as well.
Damn you for your reaction, but all you can do is let out nervous laughter. You’re confused, flustered, but undeniably happy. Seokmin all the while, bless his heart, is impressively forbearing. You want so badly to say yes, but you’re not ready to give up what the two of you have – four years of friendship, and what if it all goes to waste over some fleeting teenage romance? Are you really willing to throw it away?
Seokmin has finally laid out his cards for you, and now there’s no running from it.
Neither of you have even up to half of your lives planned out, but you’re already planning how it’s going to end. One would have to be childish enough to actually consider it, so thank god the both of you are still nineteen.
Damn you, Lee Seokmin.
“...Sure” you mumble. Your words, though uncertain, mask the fact that you want so badly to jump onto Seokmin and surrender your heart to him, a testament of your love so great.
His eyes light up, and you can almost see his molars with how low his jaw hangs. His shoulders relax a bit, and his head sticks out a little in disbelief. Seokmin looks as if he’s not sure whether to smile or cry, but he settles on the former as the corners of his lips begin twitching upward. You’re sure he wants to scream and jump around, but does a phenomenal job at keeping his composure instead.
“It’s a date then,” he confirms, voice soft, but so piercing.
Seokmin’s heart is pounding in his chest, and he can’t help but look at you like you were the one to have renewed his heart’s vitality. But was he wrong in saying so? You were the only one who saw Seokmin as a person, unlike others who only made him out to be an object of their desires.
No one knows how long the two of you have been standing there, but the sky already borders dusk as the streets begin to be painted with a warm orange. If anyone were to walk past, they would see the very statues of Eros and Psyche themselves. It’s scenic, like something straight out of a movie, from the set down to the very cliches that play out.
Slowly, you find Seokmin’s hand in yours and pull him down gently, closing the gap between you and his cheek.
You swear that it was all the work of gravity and the wind doing their thing, but you aren’t entirely wrong when you blame all things natural for what you did. Your love for Seokmin (and his alike) is organic, and your actions genuine. You were ready to love Seokmin as loud as possible, to honour your love with everything that you had, and that alone was reason enough.
“It’s a date,” you whisper, smiling into his cheek, before pulling away.
Sure, love is full of uncertainties, a concept so abstruse to the minds of teenagers, an amalgam of complexities and emotions without names. But if it was with Seokmin, then maybe you were willing to risk it all.
