Broken.
Dk fic for my seokmin stans.
My first ever fanfiction
( meaning it's not good but hope you enjoy it anyway)
Lee Seokmin ( Dk) x ( it was supposed to be gn reader but im not sure I might've said she somewhere, I tried tho)
Synopsis: the reader doesn't know how to handle her feelings dk is the the best bf ever
(are we surprised? no.)
This fight had been going on for the last hour. It was only getting harder to hold back your tears. You quickly turn around and try to wipe your tears before he realises. You dont even remember how this fight started.
Was it because he came home way too late last night?
No, that wasn't it.
Was it because you told him that he shouldn't have posted that one picture on Instagram?
No, it wasn't that either.
Wait. Yes. It was your distance. The distance you’d created between you and him to “try and save your relationship”.
Your friend told you that you were far too clingy and needed to give your boyfriend some space. That week, you made sure to give Seokmin as much space as he needed but... He didn't seem grateful. Not in the slightest.
“Y/n, did I do something? Talk to me.” he whispered calmly, but his patience was running out.
“I've been trying to talk to you all week and all I get are one-word replies to my PARAGRAPHS of texts. I say, “Y/n baby, let's get some food today, I missed you “ with a bunch of hearts, and what do I get?! No thanks, I‘m busy.”
he said shoving the phone showing the texts in your face, his face in a frown you didn't even know he was capable of.
“Seok.” you said your voice barely above a whisper. You stopped trying to hide that you were crying, your tears rolling down your face in floods.
Seokmin’s face immediately softened.
“hey, hey, it's ok baby,” he murmured faintly, cupping your face with a tenderness only he would ever give you. He watched you cry, his eyes gleaming with his own tears.
A delicate kiss landed on your cheek.
“Y/N, you’re not ok. I'm here to help you. “
“If you dont tell me how am I supposed to help you through this?” He looked at you gingerly.
“I'm sorry seok, I won't bother you with me,” you said sharply, as you stood up wiping your tears, rushing to get out of his apartment. How could you be so careless? Crying in front of someone you love.
“I’ll just go-” You were cut off, as he grabbed your wrist. Firm but never enough to hurt.
He would never hurt you.
“Y/N, you are not leaving until you talk to me.” he said almost harshly, a tone you’d never heard from him before.
“ Do you not trust me?”
Trust. An odd word really. Something you’d only done once.
Only with your ex. Your horrible, emotionally abusive ex.
James. Oh, how he hurt you...
Trust. Something you believed only led to failure. Who do you think you are sharing your feelings with others?
Wait. You thought.
This isn't James. This is Seokmin.
Seokmin, the man who stood in front of your house in the heavy, pouring rain of January, simply because he just HAD to give you flowers at least once a week
Seokmin, the man who showered with kisses and love.
Seokmin, the man who doted on you, making sure you never had to lift a finger when you were sick.
There was finally someone you could trust, and he was standing right in front of you waiting for you to trust him too.
“Min, please dont fight with me, im sorry” you said in between breaths. You forgot how hard it was to breathe when you cried.
What if Seokmin thought you looked ugly like this?
What if he didn't want you anymore after seeing you in this state?
“Y/n, stop, I know you’re spiralling again. “ he almost yelled.
“Just trust me. Please” he pleaded.
You can trust him, y/n y/l/n.
So you did. You told him everything. From your fears, to your trauma to your crippling anxiety, to the fact that you overthink everything and anything. You felt free. The weight was finally lifted off your shoulders.
You dont have to do this alone, and you never will as long as he is here.
You sniffled.
He looked up at you, smiled and gave you the tightest, bone-crushing hug you’d ever felt. Finally, you were safe.
You were happy.
You were home.
It was then that you realised, wherever DK was. That was where home was.
Seokmin= home was the equation of your life.
In all your years as a Math major has an equation ever made as much sense as this one.
“I love you” he reassured you.
“I love you too”
“Not nearly as much as I love you”
“Nope, I love you more “you said. Almost automatically, he hugged you even tighter ( if that was even possible). Then he pulled away. It felt empty for only a second until his lips landed on yours, for the most beautiful, most soft kiss of your life.
“You’ll never be able to love me as much as I love that gorgeous face of yours, as much as I love that ever-caring heart of yours, as much as I love that pure soul of yours.
My light.
My life.
My world.
My everything.”
You started crying again, but this time it wasn't fear or sadness.
It was joy.