PHOTOS YOU’VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND SERIM
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PHOTOS YOU’VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND SERIM
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hii! i was wondering if u could write anything for serim<3
— ☆ little things he does that make you fall more in love with him
gn!reader x cravity serim
genre: fluff // warnings: reader wears makeup and their hair is on the longer side, jealous serim, big crowds, kisses?!
author's note: hi thank you so much for being my first request!! i wasn't very inspired and decided to just give you a bunch of headcanons for serim because i think he's definitely boyfie material!!! hope you enjoy reading <3 (★ω★)/ [requested♡]
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭? 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬
Pairing: Serim x fem!reader
Summary: A cute unboxing with Serim over facetime, which ends in a jealous boyfriend.
Genre: Fluff, established relationship
Warning: None
Note: This is my first imagine! Hope you like it. :)
Cravity reaction to you wearing revealing clothing
Serim: *Knows you're only doing it to get to him because you know he won't tell you to change.*
"I know we're going swimming but," His lips pressed together in thought. "Actually, nevermind. It's nothing."
Allen: *Surprised because he said you guys were going to go to walk to the karaoke rooms.*
"You're going to go out like that?" He raised a brow with a light laugh. "You do know it's gonna rain, right?"
Jungmo: *Reminds you that it gets cold at night and he's not going to offer you his hoodie.*
"You better bring a jacket." He semi-scolded, trying to hide how flustered he is. "Because I don't wanna hear that you're cold later."
Woobin: *Doesn't want to say something in front of the guys and tries to get you to leave with him instead.*
"Hey, I think we need more snacks." He called out. "Babe, you wanna go with me to the store real quick?"
Wonjin: *Tries to come up with a reason why you can't have date night at the dorm.*
"Serim's actually getting sick so like," He paused nervously as he looked you over. "We should just watch movies here at your place."
Minhee: *Doesn't tell you to change but ends up putting a pillow on your lap and laying down.*
"I'm not in the way, right?" He smiled up at you, his smiling growing when you nodded. "Good."
Hyeongjun: *Pretends he's cold and places the throw blanket over the both of you.*
"Who made it so cold?" He pouted as he snuggled up to you under the blanket. "This should be warm enough." *him after it works*
Taeyoung: *Wants to let you do what you want but can't help but feel the need to try.*
"The theater is like, -5 degrees." He exaggerated before going back for an extra jacket. "We'll take it just in case."
Seongmin: *Nearly chokes on his drink as you walk back in. Starts looking for something else for you to wear.*
"You call those pajamas?" He said aloud, nearly shocked. "You're gonna get sick!"
[10:05 p.m]
Serim lay on the bed thinking about his girlfriend, who was visiting her parents in Jeju. How is she doing? Is she healthy? Are her parents fine? He was in bed for two hours and still couldn't fall asleep. He grabbed his phone, dialing her number, wishing she would pick up. She did.
"Serim-ie, why aren't you sleeping?"
"I can't. You're on my mind all day and night. What are you doing, my princess?"
"I see you're in your flirty mood. I just lay in bed, thinking about your lovely smile."
"That was so smooth. Can you tell me one of your sweet stories to fall asleep faster, please?"
"Of course, I can. Make yourself comfortable and listen carefully."
"I'm already in my bed, so let's begin, please."
Once upon a time, in a small kingdom, lived a handsome prince Serim. One day, prince Serim decided to go on a journey, looking for the princess to marry. On the way to the neighboring kingdom, he was attacked by bandits led by a beautiful girl Y/N. He fell for her charm and beauty. His royal parents declared him a search and a high reward for whoever would find him, but Prince Serim no longer wanted to return home, not without Y/N as his future princess. So he returned with her by his side, married her, and had many children together. And if they didn't die, they still live happily ever after in that little kingdom. Good night, prince Serim."
She knew he was asleep because he would otherwise correct her or supplement her.
7:02 PM
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the discussion about architecture's rich and admirable history ended when your professor finally turned off the projector. students went rushing outside the room that had been protecting them from the chilly weather. the early winter breeze wasn't so friendly.
swinging both your bag and drawing tube on your shoulder, you stepped out of the room. you hugged a thick book on your chest, tucking your hands in between your arms. your mind filled with the excessive knowledge; running a list of what should be done this evening to tick off something from the long queue of to-dos. the fatigue from today's classes weighing more than the things you were carrying. though little by little the stillness the evening brought gave some sort of comfort.
"you waited for me?" the sight of your boyfriend, serim, standing near the lobby of your department surprised you. earlier this day, you sent him a message to not wait for you.
but there he was, spreading a warm feeling in your chest as soon as he walked towards you to plant a soft kiss on the top of your head. it was a silent affirmation, his own way of saying 'you've worked hard.'
serim hummed, wrapping your neck with a light purple scarf. a gentle kiss on the nose given as he finished doing so.
"the weather's colder than expected," he remarked before collecting your things to carry it. his free hand reached for yours, interlacing fingers as the two of you began tracing the path that led outside the campus.
aside from short exchanges whenever serim asked about your day and shared some bits of his, the walk was silent. but it didn't matter. the tranquility of the surrounding and the way he'd squeeze your hand every now and then were more than enough. his presence was all you need after a long and tiring day.
cravity bullet reaction: you’re on your period
a/n: this is a total mess! this is written informally, but these hcs really helped me through my period. lmk if i made any mistakes, bc i didn’t proof-read! hope you enjoy, and feel free to drop a request!
serim:
you know who it issssss
you know how this is gonna go
serim has your BACK
as the leader, he’s used to putting other people before himself
and if it’s for his girlfriend, he won’t even hesitate
‘i feel bad for ask-’
‘you’re my girl, i want to take care of you’
serim buys you pads, tampons, snacks, painkillers, anything you need
and won’t let you go anywhere without a hot water bottle
overall he’s really protective: he won’t want to let you out of his sight, and if you need to do something, he’ll volunteer to sort it out
serim will probably ask for permission before cuddling you, just in case you’re in pain
but trust me
once he gets the green light
you’re not escaping his enorMOUS arms any time soon
11:03 pm / fallin’ flower with park serim
pairing: serim x reader
genre: fluff, hint of angst
prompt: sometimes, a stranger can offer you the greatest love.
song inspo: fallin’ flower
word count: 1.2k
warnings: mentions of family problems, finances
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walking around town aimlessly was one of your favorite things to do no matter what mood you were in.
if you were happy, you’d walk around the tree-lined streets of your town, letting the sun soak you in its warmth while looking for new shops or food stalls you could treat yourself to. if you were sad, you’d brave the windy night and let your feet take you to wherever you feel like resting your heavy heart.
tonight was one of those nights.
you were in your usual spot: a bench in the middle of a park between two apartment complexes in which no person you knew lived. but it was far enough from your own small apartment to make you forget about your worries for a while and just sit back until you felt ready to face your own reality.
“you’re early tonight.” a figure clad in a hoodie and a denim jacket jogged towards you, a black plastic bag on one hand.
“serim.” you nodded at him as he started to take the space next to you like he always does. he gave you a soft pat on the top of your head, a simple gesture you found yourself slowly growing fond of.
“y/n.” he nodded back. he took out one of the cup ramen noodles from inside the plastic bag and started mixing the dark sauce into it. “so do you want me to ask how your audition went or should we just stay silent and eat tonight?”
“the latter sounds amazing.” you smiled at him gratefully and hugged your knees to your chest, trying to block off memories of earlier today, a theater audition gone terribly wrong.
“copy that.” serim teasingly did a salute and gave you the cup noodles he finished mixing. “eat well.”
—
the first few weeks of you coming to this particular spot, serim was merely a silhouette on one of the apartment windows you happened to see while you were lost in your thoughts. how could you not look six floors up when his pacing figure and his windows, wide-open for everyone to see, just begged for your attention? he must have a lot in his mind for him to be pacing like that, you thought.
you weren’t the only one curious, though. serim noticed you occupying the usually cold and empty bench six floors down. you always looked small and unmoving, only going home when it’s well past midnight. isn’t she afraid to walk home alone at this time? he thought.
one particular night, you looked up at the apartment building before reaching your bench, wondering if the pacing figure would be doing the same for the nth night in a row. the window was dark that night. i guess whatever was bothering him finally stopped. good for him.
you walked up to your usual spot only to find out it was occupied. trying to hide the irrational annoyance you felt, (y/n, the bench is not even yours to begin with, you told yourself), you were about to turn around and walk away when the unknown bench occupant stood up and caught up with you.
“hey, hey. sorry. please don’t go. i didn’t mean to occupy your bench. here.” dressed in pajama bottoms and a black shirt, a man you guessed was in his early 20s stood up and dusted the bench for you as if he dirtied it.
“my bench?”
“ah, i just figured you were the one always sitting there this late at night. that’s you, right?“
you looked up at the familiar 6th floor window and tried to piece two and two together. if no one was there, then maybe he was down here. “do you live up there?”
“how did you know?” serim’s eyes widened, watching you point at the exact window of the apartment he rented with 8 other guys.
“i see you always pacing.” you let out a small laugh and sat down on the bench. “you can sit if you want, it’s not mine, you know. i don’t even live here.”
“i figured. you go home pretty late too.” serim sat down, rubbing his nape. after a while, he folded his legs under him comfortably, easing into the conversation.
that night, you found out that serim was a busker, looking for dance and rapping gigs or other jobs on the side to fund his college education and living costs. you two were no different. being away from family members who had problems of their own, you had to fend for yourself while trying to prove that you could make it to your lifelong dream: theater.
hence, his endless pacing and your frequent late night trips to the park.
that same night you jokingly promised to be each other’s first fans. it was a loosely-made deal that turned out to be something you held onto whenever you felt like letting go of acting and singing.
you could definitely say that after that particular conversation, you no longer associated the bench with loneliness and failure, but with the comforting company of a stranger.
—
“here.” serim put down his cup noodles and looked for something inside his sweater pocket. he pulled out a pair of pink tulips. “don’t theater actors and actresses usually receive flowers after their shows?” serim wiggled the stems of the flowers and smiled, waiting for you take them. “oh don’t worry about that, i asked my neighbors for these from her shop. i didn’t spend a single won.” he added, reading through your concerned expression.
“even if i didn’t get the part?” you took the flowers reluctantly.
“y/n. who cares if you didn’t get it? you’ll get the next one, and the one after that. and the one after that… and the one after that—“
he kept going until you laughed and gave him a slap to the shoulder. he scanned your face and laughed along, satisfied by how he made you smile for a while.
“all i know is you deserve this for how hard you work.” he pointed to the flowers on your hands and patted your head once more, this time keeping his hands there, rubbing slowly with his thumbs.
you looked at him with a toothless smile you managed to muster as you willed your eyes to contain the tears. you rehearsed so hard the whole month only to be told you didn’t fit the role. it exhausted you to no end, yet here was serim trying to make you feel lighter and more at ease even amid his own worries.
“i should tell you the same.” you patted his head the same way, feeling endeared when he adorably closed his eyes as you did so.
“we’re doing well, y/n.” he comforted you with a reassuring nod. “time will come when i’ll be waiting backstage for you with a bouquet of flowers, because you finally made it and i can finally afford it.” he laughed and looked up at the night sky, wishing to the stars to make that come true. you rested your head on his shoulder with a sigh.
it was an unlikely place and time for such a feeling, but in the span of several years, this was the first time you ever felt this loved.
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