#seungmin fluff

[lovecase]

🐾 rumor mill───𝓈tray kids

( 애인 ) when you get dating rumors with seungmin because you both love pochacco. thank twitter. or don't. 💭 :: 28ss fluff illit member!rea changbin being a freak no one thinks seungy/n can pull one (1) tadc reference

𑣲⋆ note ⸝⸝ @kloversung & @yawwni cameo in there #girlfriends

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[channlust]

I'm in a reckless fever!

or: skz under anesthesia

warnings: none! ot8 (separate) x reader, fluff, crack, humor, no specific depictions of why they're at the hospital in the first place, probably (very) inaccurate, a heck ton of references, nonidol!au, established relationships.

wc: 5k-ish

a/n: imagine them speaking in slo-mo for maximum enjoyment <3

chan

The hospital elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, revealing a long hallway lined with numbered doors. You shifted the greasy paper bag in your hand, still warm against your palm, and stepped out.

Room 097. You nudged the door open with your elbow, balancing the food and a soda cup. Chan was exactly where you’d left him, propped up in bed in a 45 degree angle, eyelids heavy, hair messy and slightly curlee. The heart monitor beeped steadily beside him, its rhythmic pulse filling the quiet room.

“Brought fries,” you announced, shaking the bag a little. His head lolled toward the sound, reaction delayed.

“Fries?” Chan repeated, the word slow and dragged out. His expression suggested that anesthesia hadn’t quite worn off yet.

Chan's fingers twitched toward the bag before his hand even fully registered the movement, his wrist drooping mid-air.

You walked over and perched on the edge of his bed, the paper crinkling as you unfolded the top with exaggerated care — partly to keep grease off the sheets, partly to watch his face slowly crumple into anticipatory delight. His nose scrunched first, then his mouth fell open slightly, his whole body tilting towards you.

You handed him the bag, and his fingers curled around it carefully, then he pulled out a single fry, holding it up between thumb and forefinger, then, with a slowly, he took a bite.

The change was instantaneous. His eyes widened, fully awake now, and the heart monitor stuttered, skipped, then kicked into a faster rhythm. Beep-beep-beep.

You could practically see the dopamine hitting his bloodstream, his pupils dilating further as he chewed. “Oh,” he breathed, voice hushed with reverence. “Ohhh. this is goooood”

he attacked the next fry, fumbling slightly as his anesthesia-slowed reflexes struggled to keep up with his enthusiasm.

A fry slipped from his grip, landing on the blanket with a quiet *plop*. Without thinking, you picked it up and held it out to him. Chan leaned forward, mouth open, and let you pop it between his lips. His teeth grazed your fingertips, and he hummed around the bite.

“You—” he started, then paused to swallow, his tongue darting out to catch a stray grain of salt from his bottom lip. “You made these.” It wasn’t a question. It was a declaration, delivered by your boyfriend who’d just discovered the meaning of life in a paper bag of fast food fries.

You opened your mouth to correct him—Chan, I literally got these from the drive thru— but he was already rambling ahead, “S’why I love you,” he slurred, gesturing vaguely with a fry clutched between his fingers. “Magic hands. Could marry you. Would marry you. Right now.”

His head lolled to the side, “Do they do weddings here? In hospitals?” he paused, slowly reaching a finger to point at you "do you do weddings? like, as the bride?"

You couldn’t help it—you laughed, the sound bubbling up uncontrollably as Chan blinked at you with solemn, drug-dazed sincerity.

The heart monitor’s tempo increased another notch after he heard your laugh, keeping time with the way his free hand pawed clumsily at yours, "Pretty sure you're not legally allowed to consent to marriage while hopped up on anesthetic drugs," you said, plucking another fry with your free hand from the bag and holding it out.

Chan's mouth opened automatically, eyes crossing slightly as he focused on the fry's approach. "Mmm, but I mean it, though" he insisted around the mouthful, cheeks puffing out.

He brought your joined hands to his mouth, pressing a greasy, exaggerated kiss to your knuckles. "you make amazing fries,” he mumbled against your skin, "you'd make an amazing wife too"

minho

Did I...hic... swallow a lightbulb?" Minho's voice was thick with confusion, syllables sliding together. His eyelids fluttered against the ceiling light's glare, and somewhere to his left, a machine beeped in what felt like slow motion.

The old nurse's chuckle was warm but professional. "No, sweetheart, that's just the anesthesia. You're in recovery." She adjusted his IV with practiced ease.

Minho's fingers twitched against the stiff hospital sheets, his brow furrowing deeper when they met empty space. "huh—" He exhaled sharply, arm flopping sideways with alarming lack of coordination. "Where's—?"

Your hand caught his just as panic started creasing his forehead. The instant your skin touched his, his whole body sagged back into the pillow in relief, "Oh," he murmured, thumb clumsily stroking your knuckles. "There you are." His smile was lopsided, pupils still blown wide from the drugs.

The nurse leaned over him with a penlight, her scrubs rustling from the movement. "Mr. Lee, can you tell me where you are right now?"

Minho blinked at the ceiling tiles, his gaze drifting. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again. "No," he admitted finally, his voice scratchy with sleep and drugs. Then his fingers tightened around yours, "But my girlfriend's here so it's probably okay."

You bit back a laugh as the nurse's eyebrows shot up. She turned to you with a smile. "He's adorable when he's high, isn't he?"

Minho made a noise of protest, or at least tried to, but it came out as more of a drowsy hum, his fingers flexing weakly around yours. "Not high," he mumbled, his tongue slow and heavy. "Just..." His head lolled toward you, eyes struggling to focus. "wait," he squinted at you "you brought pudding?"

You hadn't even taken the lid off yet, but somehow, he'd already caught the scent of vanilla from the little plastic cup in your bag.

The nurse chuckled again and patted his shoulder. "I'll leave you two to it," she said, slipping out of the curtained area with a final rustle of scrubs.

Minho's face lit up when you finally pulled it out and peeled back the foil seal, his drowsy expression shifting into something close to glee.

"You know me," he sighed dreamily. His hands twitched uselessly in his lap — still too uncoordinated to hold the spoon — so you scooped up a bite and guided it toward his mouth.

He accepted it with a happy noise, eyes fluttering shut as he savored it. "That's crazy," he said around the mouthful, "How do you always know?"

You were about to tease him, something about how it wasn't exactly a secret, given the way he hoarded pudding cups in your fridge — when his expression abruptly sharpened. His brows furrowed with sudden intensity, his gaze oddly serious as he squinted at you.

"Did you feed the cats, too?"

You blinked. Of all the things for him to latch onto in his anesthesia haze, that was what his brain had zeroed in on.

"Yes," you assured him, fighting a smile. "Automatic feeder’s working, water bowl’s full, and I gave them extra treats before I left."

Minho exhaled like he'd been holding his breath, his shoulders slumping in relief. "Good," he murmured, already drifting again. His eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks, heavy with exhaustion. " 'coz sometimes they get..." His words slurred together, the sentence trailing off into silence as his grip on your fingers loosened.

You watched him for a moment, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his lips parted slightly as his breathing evened out. he hadn't even finished his pudding cup.

A soft snore escaped him, and you couldn't help but laugh under your breath. the nurse was right— he is adorable like this.

changbin

"Ow," Changbin muttered, his voice gravelly, his eyelids felt glued shut, but when he finally managed to pry them open, harsh lights stabbed his vision. He groaned, squinting at the blurry figure sitting beside him. A person, vaguely familiar, holding what looked like his phone and wallet in their lap.

He blinked. Once, twice.

The person— you —looked up instantly, pocketing your phone with a soft smile. "Hey, Binnie. How’re you feeling?"

His pupils were still blown wide from the anesthesia, giving him the dazed, unfiltered honesty of someone who hadn’t quite remembered how to censor himself yet. He blinked at you, slowly , then exhaled a quiet, awed, “…Whoa.”

You stared back at him, “What?”

“You’re really pretty.” The words came out rough, slurred at the edges but painfully earnest. He tilted his head slightly, hospital blanket pooling around his waist as he squinted at you. “Are you a nurse?”

You nearly choked on your own spit trying not to laugh. “No,” you managed.

Changbin frowned, his brows knitting together in confusion. “But you’re here,” he pointed out, “And you’re holding my stuff.” He gestured vaguely at his phone and wallet in your lap.

You bit your lip to keep from grinning. “Yeah, because I came with you.”

His head snapped up so fast his IV line wobbled. “Wait.” his eyes widened slightly “You chose to be here?”

You nodded, watching as his expression cycled through disbelief, delight, and something dangerously close to smugness in the span of three seconds.

He opened his mouth — probably to say something ridiculous — but then his gaze dropped to his own hospital gown, and his face did a complicated little twist. “Do I… look okay?” he asked, voice suddenly small.

“You're drugged,” you said with a shrug.

He pouted. “That’s not what I asked.”

Before you could answer, he made a valiant attempt to flex his bicep under the thin blanket, but the effect was ruined by the way his elbow buckled halfway through.

The IV tugged at his wrist, and he hissed, dropping his arm with a grumble. Still, he managed a wobbly grin. “Still got it,” he mumbled, more to himself than to you.

“You can barely keep your eyes open,” you teased.

“But the muscle is there,” he insisted, patting his own bicep with a sleepy sort of pride.

The nurse chose that moment to walk in, clipboard in hand, and Changbin immediately perked up like he’d been waiting for an audience. “Do I look strong right now?” he asked her, voice dripping with hope.

She barely glanced up, “Sure.”

Changbin turned back to you, triumphant, but then his expression faltered. He bit his lip, suddenly shy, fingers picking at the edge of the blanket. “So…” he started, then stopped, swallowed, tried again. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

You blinked. “Changbin. I am your girlfriend.”

Then his eyes went huge.

“WHAT?”

You burst out laughing as he stared at you in utter, slack jawed disbelief, his head whipping between you and the nurse like he needed a second opinion. “You’re serious?” he demanded, voice cracking.

“Yes.”

“You’re my girlfriend?”

“Yes, Binnie.”

His entire face turned red so fast, then he dropped his head back onto the pillow with a muffled thump, hands covering his face as he started giggling, a high-pitched, disbelieving sound that dissolved into breathless, giddy laughter.

“No way,” he wheezed, peeking at you through his fingers. “No waaay.”

The nurse turned to you, and before she could even open her mouth, Changbin jabbed a finger in your direction, grinning so wide his cheeks must’ve ached. “That’s my girlfriend,” he announced.

“I know,” she said.

“No but like—” He grabbed your hand, squeezing your fingers like he needed proof you were real. “She’s mine.”

You squeezed his hand back, rolling your eyes but unable to hide the way your cheeks warmed at his dopey declaration. "Yes, yes, we've established this," you teased, but Changbin wasn't having it — he tugged your hand closer, his grip surprisingly strong for someone who'd just woken up from surgery.

"Wait, wait—" His eyes narrowed suddenly, a suspicious wrinkle forming between his brows. "Prove it."

You arched an eyebrow. "Prove what?"

"That you're my girlfriend." He crossed his arms over his chest, the IV line got tangled in the blanket halfway through the motion.

You leaned forward before he could fumble with the IV any further, pressing a quick, soft kiss to his lips — barely a brush, just enough to shut him up.

he froze, eyes wide, his breath hitching audibly against your mouth. When you pulled back, his entire face was slack with stunned silence, his fingers hovering in mid air.

“…Oh,” he said finally, voice hushed. the tips of his ears turned red, then he swallowed hard, and nodded once, “Yeah. That checks out.”

You snorted, nudging his shoulder lightly. “Satisfied?”

“…Can you do that again?”

hyunjin

"Hyunjin, you're drooling on the pillow," you said, poking his shoulder.

Hyunjin blinked slowly, his eyelids, the anesthesia still clinging to his thoughts. He smacked his lips once, twice, then frowned, "M'not drooling," he mumbled, his words slurring together. "M'a gentleman. Gentlemen don't drool." He lifted a hand to wipe his mouth that, sure enough, had a little spit trail down to his chin.

Then the nurses approached either side of his hospital bed, One of them had a pair of scissors in her hand, which, in his state, seemed vaguely threatening until he realized they were just for cutting off the hospital bracelet. The other nurse held a neatly folded stack of clothes. His clothes.

"Alright, Mr. Hwang, let's get you changed," one of them chirped, her voice far too cheerful for someone about to strip him bare.

she reaching for the flimsy ties of his gown. Hyunjin's reflexes were delayed, but he managed to clutch the thin paper fabric to his chest just as she gave it a tug.

"Ladies, ladies, calm down!" he giggled, his words still thick. His eyes darted to you, wide and pleading, as if you alone could shield him from this indignity. "I have a girlfriend!" he announced.

The nurses only laughed, unfazed, and the one holding a fresh set of clothes— soft sweatpants and a hoodie —tried to reassure him. "We see naked people every day, sweetheart. Yours isn't special," she sighed, reaching for the gown again.

Hyunjin gasped dramatically, twisting away just enough to escape her hands, his cheeks flushing pink, "No, no, she'll get mad!" he insisted, jerking his chin toward you. His voice dropped to a whisper, though it was still loud enough for everyone to hear. "She’s scary when she’s jealous."

You couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all — Hyunjin, bleary eyed and pouting, clinging to his dignity (and his paper gown). “I’m not gonna get mad,” you said, shaking your head as you stepped closer.

It was true— you'd seen him in far more compromising positions, and besides, the nurses were just doing their job. But Hyunjin's face crumpled, his lower lip jutting out in a pout so exaggerated it could've been comical if it weren't for the genuine hurt flashing in his eyes.

"You don't care," he accused, his voice wobbling. The nurses exchanged amused glances, one of them muffling a snort behind her hand.

Rolling your eyes, you plucked the stack of clothes from the second nurse’s arms. “I care enough to dress you myself, you big baby,” you said, shooing the nurses away with a mock-stern wave. They retreated, still giggling, as you perched on the edge of the bed. Hyunjin blinked up at you, his drowsy defiance softening into something fond.

“You’re gonna…?” he slurred, and you nodded, already untangling the sleeves of his sweater. “Yeah, unless you want them to strip you.” His gasp was scandalized. “No! You’re my girlfriend. That’s your job.”

The paper gown crinkled as you peeled it away, Hyunjin’s arms flopping obediently when you guided them into the sweater. He swayed a little, forehead bumping against your shoulder, and you could feel his warm breath through the fabric.

“You’re heavy,” you grumbled, half heartedly, as you wrestled the sweater over his head. He hummed, nonsensically pleased, and muttered into your neck. “S’cause I’m a gentleman,” he mumbled, and you snorted, tugging the hem down over his hips. “Sure, keep telling yourself that.”

jisung

"Baloney," Jisung mumbled, his tongue heavy against the roof of his mouth. "Absolute…..baloney."

His eyelids fluttered, still glued shut with the weight of whatever they’d pumped into his veins. Around him, machines beeped in lazy intervals.

"I had a dream," he announced to no one in particular, louder this time, though his voice cracked midway. His fingers twitched against the stiff hospital sheets. "I had a girlfriend. Like, a whole girlfriend. Not just a ‘we held hands once’ thing. A full romcom montage girlfriend." He sighed, dreamy and dramatic, as if the memory alone was enough to melt him back into the mattress. "She laughed at my jokes. Even the bad ones. The really bad ones."

A quiet chuckle came from beside him. it was warm, familiar. "Yeah?"

Jisung's eyebrows shot up, his face twisting into a mix of confusion and exaggerated offense. "Yeah?" he repeated, dragging the word out like it personally wronged him.

His head lolled toward the sound, still fighting to pry his eyes open. "Don't 'yeah' me like that. This was cinematic. We—" He hiccuped, the motion making his IV tube sway. "—we fed each other and....cuddled..The whole cliché shebang."

The chuckle came again, softer now, closer. A hand brushed his wrist, fingers skimming the edge of his hospital bracelet. "Sounds serious."

"Dead serious," Jisung insisted, nodding so vigorously his neck protested. He winced, "I think she might’ve been a ghost."

The hand on his wrist squeezed, just enough to pinch. "Ow—hey!"

"Definitely not a ghost," you said, your thumb rubbing slow circles over the inside of his wrist where you'd pinched him.

Jisung's fingers twitched again, curling weakly toward your touch. His eyelids finally unstuck, blinking rapidly, he squinted up at you, pupils blown wide, the brown of his irises nearly swallowed by black.

Jisung stared at you for three full seconds before his lips parted in a slow, lopsided grin. "Oh," he said, dragging the syllable out, "You're real." His head flopped back against the pillow, a delirious laugh bubbling up from his chest.

"That's wild. I thought you were, like. A metaphor. Or a side effect. Or—" He hiccuped again, one hand flailing vaguely toward the IV drip. "— drugs."

You caught his hand mid-air, lacing your fingers through his. His skin was warm, slightly clammy, but his grip tightened instinctively around yours. "Nope," you said, popping the 'p' right in his face. "Just me. Your very real girlfriend."

Jisung blinked at you, like he was trying to commit every detail of your face to memory before the drugs wiped it clean again.

His grin widened, dopey and unfiltered, “Holy shit,” he breathed, his free hand lifting to poke your cheek— once, twice —as if testing for holographic resistance. “You’re solid. Like, actually solid. not a...ghost”

You snorted, catching his wandering fingers before they could migrate to your nose. “Ghost girlfriends don’t usually pinch,” you pointed out, squeezing his hand again for emphasis.

“Fair,” he conceded, then leaned in, “But listen,” he whispered, “If you were a ghost, I’d still be into it.

You burst out laughing, the sound bouncing off the walls. Jisung’s eyes lit up at the noise, his entire face softening at the noise. “You’re so gone”

Jisung’s happy expression turned into confusion. “Gone?” he repeated, tilting his head. “Nah. I’m here. Like, physically here.” He wiggled his toes under the thin hospital blanket for emphasis, then immediately winced. “Okay, maybe not all of me is here. My feet are kinda… zoning out.”

“They’ll come back,” you promised. “Just give the drugs time to wear off.”

felix

Felix blinked awake, eyes wide and unfocused, his face still slack. He looked around, then his head turned toward you, and his lips curled into a grin so sudden it was like someone had flipped a switch.

"There she is," he murmured, voice thick with sleep and whatever cocktail they'd pumped into his veins. "C'mere, c'mere." His hand flopped against the hospital bed sheets, patting the space beside him, " You're so... shiny right now. Like a... a disco ball, but softer. And smaller. And—" He squinted. "Are you glowing, or is that just me?"

You laughed, "I'm not glowing, lix" you stepped closer to him, sitting at the edge of the bed and planting a kiss on his forehead.

"I missed you," he announced solemnly, as if you'd been gone for years instead of the twenty minutes it took to wheel him out of surgery and back. "I missed you too, baby," you answered with a smile

Then, abruptly, he tensed. "Wait." His fingers tapped your arm, "Did you eat today?"

You laughed, "Yes, Felix. I ate."

His voice had lost its drowsy slur, "Are you sure you ate? fruits?.." He paused, holding a hand up to count on his fingers "like carrots, cucumbers, and also...yogurt"

"I had a sandwich," you said slowly, "and an apple. And yes, yogurt, if that’s what you’re worried about." You smoothed a hand down his arm, feeling the tension coiled there. "Felix, what’s—"

He exhaled sharply, his body sagging back against the pillows. "Good," he muttered, more to himself than to you. His eyelids fluttered, heavy with residual drowsiness. "That’s good." His grip loosened, fingers sliding down to lace clumsily with yours. "Gonna make you brownies when we get home," he mumbled, the words slurring at the edges.

"Brownies with walnuts," he clarified, because this was vital information. His voice was thick, half lost in the cottony haze of fading anesthesia. "And—and extra chocolate chips. The kind you like."

You smiled, squeezing his hand gently. "You're gonna burn them," you teased, "Like last time." The memory of smoke alarms and Felix waving a dish towel like a surrender flag made your chest ache with something fond and familiar.

Felix made a noise of protest, his head lolling toward you. "Not gonna burn them," he insisted, words smudging together at the edges. "Gonna use the timer. The one with the—" He gestured vaguely with his free hand, fingers sketching shapes in the air. "The beep. The loud beep."

seungmin

The first thing Seungmin noticed was the ceiling. It was off white, with large square lights glaring down at him. The second thing he noticed was the dryness — his throat felt like it had been stuffed with cotton balls, then set on fire. He tried to swallow and winced.

"Ugh," he croaked, his voice barely louder than a whisper. The word came out rough, scraping against his raw throat.

He blinked slowly, his eyelids heavy as if someone had glued weights to them. The lights above him cast a harsh glow that made his head pound. He squinted, turning his face away.

"Someone turn that shit off," he mumbled, but no one answered. The room was quiet except for the steady beep of a monitor nearby. He tried to lift his arm to shield his eyes, but his limbs felt like wet noodles. A dull ache radiated from his shoulder down to his fingertips.

Then he heard laughter — soft, familiar. His brows furrowed, and he turned his head toward the sound. You were sitting in a chair beside the bed, grinning at him like he’d just told the funniest joke in the world.

Seungmin’s smile was slow, the kind that started at one corner of his mouth and crept upward until it reached his eyes, crinkling them at the edges. "You're here," he said, voice still scratchy but suddenly brighter, as if your presence had flipped a switch in him.

"My throat hurts," he murmured, pouting in a way that would've been ridiculous if it weren't so endearing. "My head hurts, too. And the lighting in here is ugly." His voice was thin, frayed at the edges, but the way he said it made you laugh again.

The sound seemed to startle him, his eyes widening slightly before his expression melted into something unbearably fond. "Oh," he said, as if surprised by his own realization. "You're laughing. That's nice." He blinked slowly, his gaze drifting over your face like he was memorizing it.

Then, he added abruptly, "Actually, I might be dying. Can you check?"

You rolled your eyes (fondly) and reached for the water bottle on the bedside table, twisting the cap off with one hand. "You're not dying," you said, sliding a straw inside and guiding it toward his lips. "You're just dramatic."

He opened his mouth obediently, letting you guide the straw between his teeth. The first sip was tentative, but the second was greedy, his throat working as he swallowed.

Seungmin exhaled sharply through his nose, water droplets clinging to his lower lip as he pulled away from the straw. His eyes — still hazy from anesthesia — locked onto yours with sudden, startling clarity. The corners of his mouth twitched, and then, his entire face softened.

"Actually," he murmured, his voice still rough but lighter now, "things are looking up. The lighting is better now." and then, because Seungmin had never been subtle a day in his life, he added, "Or maybe it's just you."

You snorted, but your fingers tightened around the water bottle anyway. "Wow," you deadpanned. "You're so smooth post surgery. Do they pump you full of charm with the anesthesia, or is this just your natural state?"

Seungmin's laugh was a quiet, breathy thing, more vibration than sound. "Natural talent," he croaked, then winced. "Ow. Laughing hurts. Stop being funny." He reached for the water again, but his hand wobbled mid air, his fingers twitching toward yours instead.

You guided the straw back to his lips without comment, watching as he took another slow sip. His throat worked, Adam's apple bobbing, and when he leaned back against the pillow, his expression was smug. "See? Told you. Better already."

You arched an eyebrow. "The water or me?"

"Yes."

jeongin

The nurse who worked at the hospital was old. she had seen it all before — confused Post-operation patients, disoriented trauma cases, people who swore they were Napoleon. But this was different.

She checked Jeongin's chart again, tapping her pen against the clipboard. "And what's your name, sweetheart?" she asked, though she already knew the answer. Standard procedure. Always a standard procedure.

Jeongin blinked up at her, pupils still dilated from the anesthesia. His hair was a mess, sticking up in three different directions. He opened his mouth, hesitated — then his eyes slid past her shoulder, and his entire face transformed. A slow, dopey grin spread across his lips, so wide it looked like it might hurt. "You,"

You hadn't even said anything yet. You'd just walked into the recovery room holding a paper cup of water, freezing cold from the vending machine down the hall.

The nurse glanced between the two of you, eyebrows rising. "Do you know who this is?" she asked Jeongin, nodding toward you.

Jeongin didn’t even glance at the nurse. His gaze stayed locked on you, dopey and adoring.

“Of course I know,” he said, voice slurred but certain. “That’s—” He paused, brow furrowing, then brightened. “That’s my...girlfriend!”

The nurse’s pen hovered over her clipboard, her lips pursed in amusement. “Alright, Mr. yang,” she said, “What year is it?”

Jeongin blinked at her, his grin faltering for the first time since you’d walked in. His brow scrunched up, the effort of concentration visible in the way his fingers flexed against the sheets.

Then, with a sudden, helpless laugh, he turned his head toward you, his eyes pleading. “You tell her,” he said, then turned his head back to the nurse and whispered “She knows everything.”

You couldn’t help it — you snorted, pressing the back of your hand to your mouth to stifle the sound. and he beamed back at you.

the nurse chuckled, there was a fondness in it as she scribbled down in her clipboard. “Uh huh, and does ‘she’ know what planet we’re on, too?”

Jeongin’s face went blank for a second, then lit up again. “Earth,” he announced proudly, then, he added, “But I think she could tell you about the other ones. If you asked nice.”

The nurse’s pen paused mid scribble. She gave you a look — half exasperated, half amused — before sighing and flipping her clipboard shut. “Alright, Romeo. You’re officially the most charming post-op I’ve had all week.”

She patted Jeongin’s shoulder, then nodded toward the door. “He’s all yours. Just don’t let him try to walk yet” and she left with a final smile, the door clicking shut behind her.

Jeongin’s head turned to your direction, he tried weakly to reach for you, and you reached out and let him clumsily intertwine his fingers with yours.

“You’re real,” he murmured, he’d half convinced himself you were a hallucination.

You squeezed his hand, biting back a laugh. “Pretty sure. Unless we’re both hallucinating, which would be—”

“Awesome.”

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@velvetmoonlght

[grwm-mocha]

Seungmin and his girlfriend getting cuteness aggression over eachother

an: i love the seungmin is pochacco agenda and i will continue to support it. i kinda wanna do this with the other members as sanrio characters

[lililixie]

lipstick stains💋

please, baby. just… just kiss me already.

pairing: bf!seungmin x gn!reader

wc: 1056 words

synopsis: you ask seungmin to do the trend where he wipes off lipstick from your bottom lip, only you two have never kissed before.

warnings: fluff, kissing, suggestive?? but not rlly, petnames (baby), seungmin is whiny heeheheheh

a/n: hi i was feeling extra single so this was my coping mechanism! writing a scenario that i wish would happen to me! happy bday minnie <333

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“We should do that trend where you wipe lipstick off the bottom of my lip and I pan to your face covered in lipstick marks,” you suggested. You were lying on Seungmin’s chest, doomscrolling. He was on his phone too. His hand rested on your head, and his thumb swiped over the crown of your head absentmindedly. However, when you said that, he stopped abruptly. He looked up from his phone with wide eyes. 

“That’s… wow. I mean, yeah, I’m down,” he said. Seungmin was your shy boyfriend. You two had been dating for a few months now, but you’d never really done anything more than hold hands. Not because it was weird or anything, you two were fine with physical touch, but you just… never got around to it like that. But now… that was going to change. He swallowed once, and you got up from his bed.

You smiled mischievously. “I’ll go get my lipstick.” You left the room in search of your bag and lipstick.

When you came back to Seungmin’s room, your red lipstick in hand, he looked scared. Well, okay, not scared, but he was definitely afraid of what you were about to do to him. Which was nothing bad! Probably.

“Don’t ruin my face, please,” he said, backing away from you until his back hit the headboard. 

You sat down next to him, the mattress sinking slightly. “I won’t, I won’t…” you promised. Oh, you were so messing up his face. You opened the lipstick and applied the first layer to your lips. “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?”

Seungmin’s breath hitched. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.” 

You scooted closer to him and cupped his face gingerly. You looked at your boyfriend. Really looked at him. His cheeks were flushed already, his lips parted, and his eyes were fixed on your mouth. You smiled to yourself before you pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Seungmin whined. Like a dog (affectionate). “Hey… that’s not fair.”

You laughed softly. “Patience, Minnie.” You reapplied the red tint to your lips and kissed his right cheek next. Then his left. 

Seungmin’s eyes fluttered shut. “This is actually torture. Please, baby. Just… just kiss me already.”

You ignored him. Once again, you reapplied the lipstick and pressed your lips to his nose, to his chin, and then trailed down his jaw, peppering kisses along his hot skin. His breathing became more labored. 

“Baby…” he started, and your heart stuttered at how he looked. His cheeks were pink, and he was looking at you with such intensity that you felt butterflies. His eyes were hooded, and he tried again. “Baby, please.” That was what set you off. You leaned in and finally, finally gave him what he wanted. 

You pressed your lips to his, and he let out a groan into your mouth. He pulled you closer, moving his hand to your neck. He was desperate, you could feel it. Seungmin deepened the kiss. You two were intertwined, lips moving in tandem, and you couldn’t get enough. Now you felt guilty for not kissing him sooner. His nose bumped yours as he tilted his head to kiss you harder. You felt his fingers tug at your hair, you felt his teeth nip at your bottom lip, you felt him. All of him. Why the actual heck hadn’t you kissed him sooner????

Seungmin broke away first, his breaths coming in sharp pants. “Wow,” was all he said. You couldn’t have said it better yourself. Wow. 

You cleared your throat. “I’m, uh, gonna finish marking your face now. For the video.”

Seungmin nodded, too quickly. “Yeah. Okay, yeah, you do that.”

You placed a few more kisses on his cheeks for good measure and then sat back to admire your handiwork. Seungmin’s hair was tousled, like someone had run their hands through it several times (Yeah, someone had. You.), his face was covered with red, but what really stood out to you was his mouth. God. His lips were swollen, smeared with a crimson tint, and you could see the smudges on the skin around his lips. He looked very thoroughly messed up, you thought.

You grabbed your phone from your pocket, smirking. “Wanna see yourself, Minnie?”

He groaned. “No. I’m scared of what I’ll see.”

You opened your camera and showed him the marks on his skin, and he whistled. “Damn. You really just went to town, huh?”

You felt your face heating up. “It’s for the trend!!!”

He rolled his eyes playfully. “For the trend. Sure. You know, if you wanted to kiss me that badly, you could have just asked like a normal person.”

You swatted his shoulder. “Shut up! You were the one who was kissing me like you were dying!”

The tips of his ears turned red. “Yeah, well you kissed me back!”

You huffed. “Let’s just record the video now.”

He nodded, and you hit the record button. You picked up your lipstick once more, swiped across your lips, and made a messy line outside of your bottom lip. Seungmin’s thumb gingerly wiped off the red from your skin, and you panned the camera over to him. To his face, covered in your lipstick stains. He was looking at you with stars in his eyes. A gentle smile spread across his face, and you stopped recording.

He touched his forehead to yours, and you ran your fingers through his hair.

“We should do this more often,” he said, his voice low.

You laughed and replied, “What, I should cover your face with lipstick more often?”

Seungmin pouted and rolled his eyes. “No. You should kiss me more often. God, you’re such a little-”

You cut him off with a kiss, which he reciprocated instantly. You broke away with a smirk. “I’m a little…?”

Seungmin flicked your forehead lightly, sighing. “You should be thankful I like you,” he said with no animosity in his voice. He pulled you into his arms again, and you nuzzled into his neck. 

“I should probably wipe off all of this, huh?” you asked, poking his cheek.

“In a minute. I just want to hold you like this for a while longer,” he whispered into your head. And you were content with that, in his arms. His hold remained tight around you, and his face stayed covered with lipstick stains.

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[strrykais]

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬

⤷ ゛ ⋮ ⌗ ┆ 𝓝on-𝑰dol! 𝓢eungmin × 𝐅em! Reader ˎˊ˗

᭙ʜᴇɴ ⸝⸝ girl scout season comes around it’s another season Kim Seungmin hates more than anything, until walking by your booth he makes it apparent thin mints might not be the only cookie he wants.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ │ smau, crack, fluff, cursing, sex mention, reader is helping her niece,

⟶ [ 𝐤𝐚𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ] happy birthday to me , got no plans but love me some cake 😛 ♡ ︎ [ 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢 ]

[chandora]

requested!

mdni 18+ — soft sex w/ seungmin

the moment he got you alone, he's all over you. warm, scattered palms and lips firm against yours. like he's trying to slip through the cracks and be a part of you. hungry but savoring.

at dinner, you were so polite. a small fundraiser for charity seungmin brought you to where you'd eventually leaned over and raked your hands in the back of his scalp. you hadn't said anything but you threw an innocuous smile his way. it knocked the wind out of him. soft, dinner ambient lighting in a warm hue. the room was full but it felt like you were the only one there.

he's carefully running his hands down the back of you dress, fishing for the zipper. his lips are swollen from his little display of having you flush against the hotel door. security inside, privacy where he can cherish you like you deserve. seungmin laughs to himself, voice low as he presses his fingers into the seam where the zipper is hidden.

"i consider myself to be a very patient man. you just— god, i couldn't stop watching you, everything you do is so... fuck, this stupid zipper..."

you hum softly with the corners of your lips raising, "need help there, casanova?"

his reply is instantaneous, pressing his forehead against yours as he finally finds that little piece of metal he was searching for. "first of all... you’re not lifting a finger tonight—" he drags the zipper down, the corner of his thumb just barely touching your skin with every inch he reveals. he feels you shiver and listens to the way you stop a breath from coming out in full.

"second of all, don't call me that... casanova. like i'd dare love and leave you."

seungmin's hands push the sleeves of your dress down as he flattens his tongue against your pulse on your neck. moaning a small noise at the taste before closing his mouth down to suck a mark into your skin. something that'll send a message to others if they dare get a glimpse. your own hands are working to tug off his own clothes after you let the dress fall to the floor. he'll give you that one task tonight, being polite.

he pulls from your neck and lets his eyes rove over you. you're a vision wrapped in lace. his hands find purchase around your waist, thumbs rubbing back and forth over your skin. you're exceedingly warm and ready. "all for me, angel?"

and just because you're a tease, you reply, "no, for my other boyfriend."

seungmin is secure. confident and content and happy with you, why would he ever have a reason to be jealous of a stupid, cheeky joke? he just grins, glad you can keep up with his playful nature even at a time like this... and lifts you off of the ground to make you squeal so joyous.

"ah, your other boyfriend?" he muses against your neck as he sets you on the bed, clambering over you. seungmin thinks you look gorgeous laid out on hotel room whites. he shrugs off the now unbuttoned white dress shirt he was wearing, thanks to your handiwork earlier while he was preoccupied. seungmin burrows his head back into your neck. you smell like a perfume he bought you, one he swatched against his hoodie so he could have your comfort all day.

"does your other boyfriend know how beautiful you look like this? yeah?" he leans back a bit to pull at his belt, the soft clinking of metal filling the room as he stares down at you with a humored look. you just lie back against the pillows like something out of a painting. "does this... other boyfriend make you feel good? does he know how to get soft whimpers out of you? talk to me, angel..."

"only you do," you whisper as seungmin's body comes down onto yours, as he's stripped to his boxers, his arousal unable to stay hidden with the tent in his pants. your hands come around his neck as he kisses between your collarbones. your words make him hum and roll you both onto your sides, so he can spoon you. his hold on you is of desperation but also, tenderness.

"yeah... only me... kinda feel bad for your other boyfriend, though."

"idiot..."

"one more time, lovie...?"

he doesn't let you finish in his game of teasing, seungmin's hands are already pulling your panties off like the wrapper to his favorite candy. he thinks you're sweeter though. that got you silent really quickly as one hand is splayed on your shoulder blades to keep him pressed against you, the other sliding down the curve of your ass and down your thigh to prop it up over his hip. seungmin's eyes flit down so he can capture your lips into his, which you gladly accept.

with his arm at such an angle over your side, his fingers naturally find your wet heat, chuckling into your mouth as he eats up your soft whine. not teasing. he loves that he can unravel you like thread from a few words and touches.

seungmin lets his fingers slide through the mess of your folds, sinewy strings of arousal that makes his cock jump. when you part breathless from his lips, your tongues are connected in a string of saliva. seungmin likes the mess. it's human, carnal.

his forehead comes down onto yours as he brings his middle and ring finger to rub tight and slow circles over your sensitive clit, letting out a condescending gasp when you mewl into his neck. such a pretty sound. your hips are twitching, mimicking the motions of grinding against all but two of his fingers.

"let it out, lemme hear it..." he brings his middle finger down your slit, lithe digit pushing past the initial ring of muscle and eases his way in. curling, pulling out as many choked out sounds from your lips as he can. "you're so wet... were you thinking about your other—”

"not now. please."

"yes, ma'am."

seungmin slips a second finger in, curling and prodding against familiar spots that make stars shoot up your spine. his other hand presses firm against your spine, you're not going anywhere. you tend to do that, run from your own pleasure. he thinks its cute. a sentence to tease you is right on his lips, but falters when he sees you panting and looking up at him with your best puppy dog eyes. damn you, woman.

"c-can we... can we do it like this, m-min?"

seungmin hisses out a curse under his breath, only because he's so unbelievably filled with love and his desire for you. he nods his head rapidly, kissing your cheek and panting into your ear as he scissors his fingers in deep to your cunt, grinding his palm slowly against your clit. each drag across your bundle of nerves when he pulls away fills his ears with the creamy sound of your wetness.

"any way you want it, i'm yours, angel."

he's parting his fingers from you, regretfully. but with the way you're clinging onto his shoulders, it easy to see that the only thing either of you wants and needs right now is him to be inside of you. he lays on his back for a moment to pull his boxers down, unceremoniously throwing them across the room in a way that makes you giggle.

never was there such a perfect woman. he spoons you again, your leg over his waist as seungmin brings you in close. his nose skims you cheek as his hard cock twitches against the inside of your thigh, making him gasp sharply. his forehead finds yours again, and your eyes are already on his.

"you really are an angel," seungmin whispers as if anyone else can hear. it makes you whine when he takes the soft tip of his cock over your clit and rubs over it. like he's making sure you still want him. and when he finally sinks himself into your sopping hole—

"just like heaven— fuck, that's it... c'mere. closer, angel..."

seungmin's arms hold you in a bear hug, chest to chest, impossible to separate. he wastes no time bucking his hips up into yours, sliding his wet cock in and out of your plush and tight walls. your panting and gasping whimpers bounce around his head.

"m-minnie!" you cling to him as his movements jostle you, praying that the hotel has good enough walls to support hiding the sounds of you and the bed. seungmin presses a firm kiss to your temple as he lets out a sound deep from his diaphragm.

"good girl, good fucking girl... be a pretty angel and l-let me do everything... ngh— pretty princess... you smell so good! like cake— fuck! just l-let me fuck you..."

seungmin's more chatty than usual, whining and whimpering into your neck as he thrusts up into your pussy. but every other breath is met with an almost animalistic sound from his chest. he can feel every clench and ridge, and if he were to look down between where you two connect, he would see a creamy ring forming at the base of his cock from how much pleasure he's giving you.

while his pace may be fast, the motions and strokes are gentle. seungmin knows balance, he knows control. "is that the spot, honey? right there? talk, angel, please... 'm losing my mind—"

"please don't stop!"

"don't even ask."

with a little extra help of his hand coming between your bodies, his palm splays on your navel, thumb slipping out of his control from how wet you are on your clit. the sound you make sounds like pure ecstasy, your head thrown back and allowing for seungmin to nip and lap at your skin. seungmin could come right then and there, listening to the sounds your lips and cunt make with every slap of slick.

but you’re close. he can feel it with every spasm and pull in further of your warmth snug around him. his own neck bends back, bangs sticking to his forehead. as much as he doesn’t want this to end, he needs to bring you to the height of your orgasm. needs you to go boneless and limp.

seungmin’s teeth graze your ear, breath hot and wanton with sharp, punched out growls and whines.

“come for me, angel. can f-feel you… gah— fuck, i love you—”

that’s what makes you cry out. you go silent before you do though, before the wave finally hits you. ears ringing, seungmin holds you as tight as he can and glides in and out of your twitchy hole with the goal to let your ride your high and bring himself to the edge as well.

“oh my god! you’re so beautiful, fuck, fuck, fuck! i-i’m coming, honey, i’m…”

his dick pulses once. then twice in rapid succesion, before you can feel him spill deep inside you. seungmin’s words falter as he gives a final deep thrust, rolling over atop of you with his weight and sobbing out a high moan into your neck. you gasp sharply at the pleasurable feeling, his cum practically leaking from deep within you. there’s no other sound besides that of your breathing intermingled and heavy panting.

your hands run through his hair, his face brought down to your chest where he tugs at the lace cup of your bra to kiss hickeys and lick mindlessly at your skin.

“fuck… sorry i made a mess… ruined your makeup… i can… i can clean you up though…”

not a single thought in seungmin’s mind reflects anything about cleaning. not really… seungmin’s cleaning involves his head between your legs for the remainder of the night until you decidedly go down on him to make up for it (which he will profusely be a brat about).

he raises his head and you see how red his face is. eyes glossy and full of love, before he huffs out a breathless laugh.

you smile tiredly at him, biting your lip, before kissing his own forehead. seungmin sucks in a breath and deflates against you, letting his eyes close as he rests his head to hear your heartbeat coming down. he lets out a sigh, the same way a puppy does when you're unsure why its sighing in the first place.

"yes, min...?"

"tell me you love me."

eyes softening as he props himself above you on his elbows, lips almost tugged downward on his face. lovelorn despite being naked against you. you grin, one akin to the same he'd given you earlier as you cup his cheeks in either of your palms. after all that, he still needs to hear those words from your soothing voice. even if it's a bit wrecked. it's his favorite sound.

"i love you, minnie."

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author’s note: another request from an anon! getting into the swing of things with the smuts ^-^ shout out to the seungmin yearners out there! many other requests are in the works!

[hyunienohanashi]

── .✦ spin the bottle.

⟢ pairing: kim seungmin x reader

⟢ genre: friends to lovers, slight angst, fluff, college au

⟢ word count: 3.1k

⟢ summary: getting to kiss your crush during a spin the bottle round sounded like a dream. when your crush just so happened to be your best friend, however? things could maybe get a little bit complicated…

⟢ author’s note: i couldn’t come up with any proper title for this story so this one will have to do. cliché. straight to the point. anyway, this was a request from this prompt list and i had a lot of fun writing it! i hope you enjoy it<3

In all the years that you and Seungmin had been friends, there had not once been an awkward moment between the two of you.

Being with each other was like breathing—natural, easy. You didn’t have to think of what topic to bring up in order to keep the conversation going, because just seeing one another was enough for your words to flow freely. And, even then, you didn’t need to talk in order to fill the silence at all, because even if silence took over, it was always a rather comfortable one that could never turn awkward between you and him.

Until that night.

You knew nothing good could come from playing spin the bottle when your crush was sitting right there next to you. Even worse, when said crush of yours sitting right there just so happened to be your best friend.

You had turned it down immediately, actually. The moment one of your friends brought the idea up, you were fast to shake your head in disagreement—not even dreaming of playing and either getting to kiss Seungmin and put your friendship at risk, or possibly seeing him kiss someone else right in front of you.

But then you looked next to you, to your quite eager best friend already standing up to join the circle being formed by everyone else sitting down on the floor, and suddenly the image of him kissing someone else weighted more than the one of you ruining your friendship, and before you could give it a second thought, your legs were already pulling you up and dragging you towards the rest of the group.

Seungmin looked up to you as you came closer to him, only to furrow his eyebrows in confusion when you walked past him and sat diagonally to where he was, instead of next to him like he had expected you to. Tilting his head, you didn’t need him to say anything for you to understand what he was asking you. And you simply shook your head, giving him a soft, closed-mouth smile in reply—silently telling him not to sweat it.

You, on the other hand, were sweating it.

Three rounds in, and with two out of three pairings having made out in front of the entire room—one of them having stuck to taking the penalty shot—you felt your stomach twist as soon as the bottle was spinned once again and you watched the bottom of it land on Seungmin, while its top roughly missed you by one person.

Petrified, and as if you had rehearsed it, both you and him followed the tip of the bottle towards the girl sitting down next to you like you were in a horror movie.

A part of you wanted to stand up and leave. Another wanted to just shove her out of the way so you could take her place. The most desperate one, the one that could not imagine a world where Kim Seungmin kissed someone else who wasn’t you, wanted to go over to your best friend, grab him by the collar of his white t-shirt, and bring his mouth up to yours.

The simple thought of him kissing someone else was killing you from the inside, and you would be damned if you didn’t do something about it while you still could.

Your body, however, did nothing. As pathetic as it was, you just sat there, frozen—waiting for them to kiss right then and there, in front of your very own desolate eyes.

Nevertheless, although you couldn’t physically bring yourself to do something about it, Seungmin could.

Without a single word, and having thrown a quick glance your way, he reached for one of the shots that had already been poured with liquor for those who chose to pass from having to kiss the person they’d gotten—downing it all in one go, and leaving you to wonder why he had wanted to play this game in the first place if he wasn’t willing to kiss whoever the bottle landed on.

His eyes locked with yours once more, and although your heart felt at ease over him having refused to kiss another girl—whose face you couldn’t bring yourself to look at after the rejection she had gone through, as you could only guess she felt a bit bummed—you couldn’t push away the anxious thoughts filling your head.

Was he planning to kiss someone in particular that night? Was his heart already taken and you didn’t know? Or was he simply playing for the sake of taking as many shots as he could in order to get drunk?

Whatever the answer was, you should’ve known better than to keep playing after the whirlwind your heart had just gone through. You should’ve gotten up and quit playing at that very moment. Maybe then the bottle wouldn’t have landed on you and Seungmin two rounds later.

Maybe then, Seungmin would’ve taken another shot in order to avoid kissing someone else once again, unlike when he realised it was you the bottle was pointing at. He didn’t even look at the shots laid in front this time—his chocolate eyes carefully staring at you instead, waiting to see what your move was before he could make his.

Maybe then, you wouldn’t have ended up kissing your best friend that night and putting your entire friendship on the line.

Because now, as the two of you left the party earlier than you had initially intended to, and the awkward silence took over your walk home for the first time in the entire length of your friendship, you couldn’t help but regret what happened altogether.

He was your best friend, your favourite person in the world.

He was your rock, the one you ran to every single time no matter what.

He was the one person you couldn’t lose, and now you might be just about to, for you knew your friendship would not be the same from now on. It couldn’t be, not after you had chosen not to take that shot and saw the brightest yet shiest of smiles you’d ever seen on him. Not after he had crawled over to you and cupped your face like you were the most precious person on Earth, and he kissed you like you were the only two people in the world.

After kissing him back the way you had, bringing him closer to you by placing your hand on his nape and pulling him into one last kiss just as he was beginning to pull back, you were well aware that your friendship would never go back to the way it was.

As neither of you dared to say anything, regardless of how desperate you were to cut the overwhelming tension that had been following you ever since you pulled away from that kiss and came down from the high that had been to feel his lips on yours, a cold breeze of air got you hugging yourself and rubbing your naked arms in hopes to bring some heat to your body—only getting to dwell on the fact that you had not brought a jacket for a few seconds before you felt the soft fabric of Seungmin’s zip-up hoodie on your shoulders.

Unlike any other time when you would feel butterflies flying around your stomach over such a loving act of his, now you could only feel your stomach twist in anxiety.

“Seungmin…” your voice came out weaker than you intended, finally breaking the silence as you slid the hoodie down your arms before you could hand it back to him. “No…”

He frowned in confusion, staring down at the black piece of clothing you were offering back. “No, what?”

“We shouldn’t…”

“We shouldn’t, what?” He pushed you to say it.

You sighed, motioning for him to take the hoodie from your hands once more as you struggled to find the right words. “We already crossed the line earlier tonight… this would be, like, for us to keep crossing it…”

If you thought his eyebrows couldn’t furrow any closer together, you were wrong. Still, he finally—and reluctantly—grabbed his hoodie before he could reply. “We already crossed it, though… Why would this make any difference?”

“Because,” you frustratedly began, throwing your head slightly back. “Things wouldn’t go back to being the same”.

“Well, they won’t be the same, Y/N…” he carefully pointed out. “We kissed”.

You closed your eyes at that last statement, unable to stop the memories of his soft lips moving against yours from replaying in your head.

“It was spin the bottle, we had to…” you tried to minimize it, looking down to your feet.

“No, we didn't have to,” he denied in a heartbeat, taking a step closer to you. “We had a choice. I took the shot of soju when the bottle landed on that one other girl before you”.

“Why didn’t you take it when it landed on me, then?” Your unsure words abandoned your mouth before you could stop them.

Seungmin let out what seemed like a mixture of a scoff and an incredulous laugh, as if you had just asked him the most ridiculous thing in the world, and you felt your breath get caught in your throat when he came closer to you.

“I think you know very well why I didn’t, Y/N…” his voice was determined yet soft as ever, cupping your face just like he had done earlier that night, as he looked for your eyes. “Why didn’t you?”

You shook your head no, freeing yourself from his grasp and taking a step back from him, as you wished you could just vanish and never have to go through that talk at all.

But he was right in front of you, looking at you in such a hurt yet hopeful manner that made a part of you—the one attached to your heart, you could tell—want to risk it all.

Although he was your best friend and you didn’t want things to change, you had feelings for him, and that alone wasn’t an easy detail to ignore—let alone when he was right there, openly letting you know he felt the same for you.

“We should get back to our dorms,” you settled for a change of topic, turning around to resume your walk. “We’re only halfway there”.

“Don’t…” he let out a heavy sigh, standing in his place and watching you get further away from him, before he composed himself and sped up towards you. “We’re not done talking, Y/N”.

“There’s no need for us to talk about it”.

“Yes, we need to talk about it,” he finally caught up to you, blocking your way by standing right in front of you. “We need to talk about it because I need you to tell me it meant something to you, too”.

You looked away from him to the dark sky, and then down to your fidgeting hands. If you looked at him and those puppy eyes you loved so much, you knew you would only cave in.

“It’s not that simple…” you whispered.

“It is that simple, Y/N” he disagreed. “We kissed. We chose not to take that shot. It has to mean something, doesn’t it?”

“It was just a silly game we played at a college party” you helplessly tried to take importance away from it once again. “We were drunk, it didn’t mean—”

“I wasn’t drunk,” he cut you off immediately, refusing to let you finish that sentence. “I wasn’t drunk, and I know for a fact that neither were you, so don’t you try and blame this on the alcohol. You don’t get to kiss me and pretend it meant nothing”.

“You’re the one who kissed me, though…” you found yourself once again avoiding his eyes when you felt him tense up.

“And you kissed me back, didn’t you?” Seungmin reminded you, managing to bring your eyes back to lock with his unwavering ones. “You could’ve taken that shot of soju if you didn’t want to kiss me so bad, why didn’t you?” He asked again.

You bit your lip, looking down to your feet as you realised you wouldn’t be able to avoid his question forever—not when he knew you like the back of his hand. “I didn’t want to take it…”

Although you were not looking at him, you could feel his lips parting into a smile.

“Why are we even having this argument if we both feel the same, then?” He wondered out loud, and you couldn’t help the corners of your lips from curving up.

No matter how hard you tried to fight it, and no matter how scared you were of the future that awaited for the two of you now that everything was out in the open, knowing that he, too, had feelings for you, made your heart feel like jumping out of your chest in pure, raw happiness.

“You’re my best friend, Min” you reminded him, as well as yourself. “Even if we do have feelings for each other, things could get so complicated and I… I just, I can’t lose you”.

Seungmin smiled softly—his gentle hands holding both sides of your face before he leaned in just enough for his nose to rub on yours.

“You won’t lose me” he affirmed—his hot breath tickling your mouth. “Come on now. We’ve been friends since fucking fifth grade, if we were to split up at some point, we would’ve done it by now”.

“Romantic relationships are very different from a simple friendship, though…”

“I know…” he nodded. “I’m not saying things won’t change, because they will. But it’s us we’re talking about, I don’t have a single doubt that we will work out. We just make sense, Y/N. It’s always been us two” his determined, genuine words, were enough to put all your troubles at ease. “And I don’t know about you, but I would rather risk it all with you than to just let this go for the sake of our friendship and then have you fall for someone else later on. I personally wouldn’t be able to take it, and our friendship would be ruined anyway because I would have to pull away in order to get over you”.

You let out a weak, brittle laugh, that had him questioningly tilting his head.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” you denied with a light shake of your head, choosing not to keep what was going through your head this time. “I would just probably die of a heartbreak if you ever fell for someone else. I almost did when I thought you were kissing that one girl tonight”.

This time, Seungmin laughed as well—wholeheartedly. Tightening his hold on your face, he leaned in even closer, causing goosebumps to show on your skin when his mouth brushed over yours.

“Can we just give us a try then?” He asked, locking his hopeful eyes with yours. “Not like I would’ve kissed her to begin with, or like I would fall for anyone else given how head over heels I am for you, but I don’t want you to die”.

You felt your chest fill up with nothing but love, admiring the playful pout he had formed on his bottom lip, and having to let out another laugh in order to get out all the bliss you were feeling right then under his touch.

“You’re a dork” you said lovingly, feeling your own eyes softening before you pulled him into a kiss that he didn’t wait to return.

This one was slower than the first—the two of you taking your sweet time to learn and remember every corner of each other’s mouth, as not a single hurry came from the isolated street and the dim lights illuminating it.

Somehow, right then, as he tenderly let you know how much you meant to him without uttering a word, all your previous worries didn’t seem so big anymore—if anything, they felt tiny as ever.

He was right, after all. The two of you made sense. You always had.

The hotness of his mouth and the warmth of his body could almost make you ignore the wind blowing against your back, but the unintended shiver that shook your body was enough for him to slowly withdraw his swollen lips from yours.

“Will you accept my hoodie now that we very clearly crossed the line?” He mumbled teasingly.

A small giggle escaped your mouth, and you found yourself nodding in defeat.

Not really pulling away from him, you let him put the black hoodie he had been holding this whole time on you—eyes carefully following his hands down to the hem of it, and watching them come closer to your face as he zipped it all the way up to your neck.

“Better?” He asked, just as his hands loosely found their way around your waist once again and he leaned in to rest his forehead on yours.

“Mhm…” you softly hummed against his mouth. “I do have one question, though”.

“Hm?” He hummed back, leaning in to steal one more kiss—and with that, another breathy laugh, as you decided you could get used to it—from your lips.

“Why did you want to play that stupid game if you didn’t want to kiss anyone but me?”

He shrugged, tenderly running his hands down your now covered arms. “I just hoped the odds would be in my favour somehow and I’d get to kiss you tonight”.

“I almost didn’t play, you know?” You brought up with a sly smile, much to his surprise. “I didn’t want to”.

“Why did you, then?”

You shrugged as well, fixing your eyes on the collar of his t-shirt. “I saw you were playing and I just went over there before I could realise”.

He smiled brightly, pulling you in by your waist and having you naturally place your palms on his chest. “You’re so whipped for me”.

You rolled your eyes at his cocky ways. “Says the one who was hoping for the odds to play in his favour”.

“And they did, didn’t they?” He smirked triumphantly. “You even sat across from me so it could work for us and all”.

Biting your tongue as you once again accepted defeat, you turned your head to the side, not to let him notice the burning heat in your cheeks and to see the smile that was already curving up your mouth. “I’ll have you know I’m never following you into that game ever again”.

“Oh, I’m not playing it ever again anyway,” he declared nonchalantly, making you turn your face to him by placing two fingers on your chin, and not waiting another second to look for your lips, as he didn’t seem to get enough of you. “I already got the girl I wanted, you’re the only one I’m kissing from now on”.

[yawwni]

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