description: side scenario where seungmin came to realistion about his feelings. // drabble
genre: platonic relationship, slight! pining, the “I suppose I'll love you in quiet, subtle ways. I'm content.” type of love. soulmate au // red string of fate
author’s note: loosely connected with (my upcoming fic) “i told the stars about you” but can be a stand-alone drabble
p.s. this cld be taken as both ways? romantic? platonic? take your pick lol
this is majorly just word vomit that came from my brain juice as i try to get my motivation back for writing again hA send help thank u for reading mwah feel free to drop kick me into the sun idk im just vibing n trying not to smack myself in the face whenever i think of my old crush in hs when i wrote this...im just projecting it onto seungmin here LOL im sorry </333
word count: 707 words
cw: none
unedited // no beta read, we’ll die like men here
“It’s raining again, Seungmin,” You chuckled lightly, staring outside through the windows of the university’s student lounge room, “I didn’t bring my umbrella, this sucks, guess I’ll die at this place!”
Seungmin rolled his eyes at you, “don’t be so dramatic.” He continued typing on his keyboard while listening to you whine about wanting to eat something cold due to the cold weather, causing him to glance at you with an unimpressed expression.
“You’re going to get sick if you do that,” he pressed his lips into a thin line, watching the way your eyes twinkled with mirth as you sent him a shit-eating grin, wiggling your eyebrows in a teasing way.
“Well, well, well, Kim Seungmin, admit it, you’ll miss me and feel lonely if I was gone a couple of days because I got sick!” You hummed, twirling your finger around. Seungmin sighed for the nth time for the day and most of them were aimed at you and your shenanigans before continuing to slave away on his assignment report that was plastered on his laptop’s screen.
Deciding to finally give up at poking fun at your friend, you chose to stare out of the window and admire how the rain droplets pitter-patter against the glass windows and it reminded you of one of your photography work.
The unintentional candid snapshot of your soulmate in the rain.
A bittersweet smile curled on your lips at the thought of the memory.
Meanwhile, Seungmin spared a glance at you and noticed the faraway look in your eyes as you gazed outside the windows. A knowing glint shone in his dark eyes as he recalled back to a memory where you jokingly mentioned that you were envious of those who had already met their soulmates and live their lives afterwards with a piece of their soulmate with them as they move on.
He was sure he wasn’t your soulmate and you weren’t his either. He was aware of soulmate defects where the universe decided to fuck some people over or there was a glitch in the system where someone wouldn’t be able to have a soulmate to pair themselves with or their soulmate wasn’t theirs and they weren’t destined together and it was a one-sided, unrequited thing.
He was sure that the two of you weren’t a matching pair of soulmates due to the fact that his pinky finger didn’t sense a tugging feeling whenever he was near you. So, why does his heart beat a little faster and his whole demeanour softened whenever you were around to bother him.
He was certain that he wasn’t in love with you. He does love you though as someone dear towards him.
Seungmin liked to think that soulmates were gifted to them by fate as a choice whether or not you were willing to agree to spend the time with them. It was a choice whether others wanted it to be a romantic one or a platonic one too. They were given options and they get to play with their cards on their deck with them.
That was why the red string of fate was tied around the pinky. It was like a careless, fleeting promise.
He didn’t mind the concept of soulmates but that doesn’t mean he would play by its rules. Therefore, he would continue to gaze at you and admire the way your eyes would lit up at the sight of something that inspired you to create your artworks. The way you would throw a peace sign and sent him a teasing grin after successfully throwing him off his rhythm and pranked him.
For now, he didn’t mind what the two of you had with each other. It was comfortable. He was content with everything.
That’s why he would continue to love you and cherish you in his own quiet and subtle ways where he would always stay by your side and act as a safety net for you whenever you would fall.
The second you turned to flashed him that infamous cheeky smile of yours, he snapped out of his daze and his heart skipped a beat.
...Ah.
...Maybe, he was falling. Slowly and uncertainly.
Perhaps, he was content with whatever he was feeling. He guessed.
