#seungmin fluff

[whatcruelworldisthis]

"your lipstick cracked."

pairing: kim seungmin x reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: cursing, sexual themes

word count: 1.5k

summary: vacation's fun in theory until you're in your head the whole time, and the only person who can calm you down is a thousand miles away. on the other side of the room.

Entering the dining room you were met with the sight of Seungmin, standing out like the North Star, in a clutter which was his bandmates. He should've been a high fashion model, really. He looked so handsome. Good enough to eat.

But you weren't drooling over him. Or the food.

You didn't quite know why, but you weren't really happy to be there. Changbin's girlfriend had greeted you 5 minutes ago, naturally, as you were the first other girl to leave her room tonight. You were early, too. Early because you'd started getting ready 2 hours before dinner. You'd picked out a pretty black dress, added sparkles, of course, to your usual eye makeup, and wore a dark lipstick. One of the ones that went on wet and stayed all night. None of it was too much, just pretty. Bold?

It was important to you to get dolled up. Get noticed, keep Seungmin's eyes glued to you as long as possible to make up for lost time, even when you knew it might've been futile. Behind closed doors, he gave you all the attention one could. But for now, there was everyone else to entertain. Not just you, passively needy in your seat, and uncomfortable in your own skin like you were a teenager all over again. 

The flight was barely anything. That's why you couldn't say anything. An hour and 15 to Jeju in the same plane as the love of your life, and knowing you'd be sleeping with him every night of the trip was hardly anything to complain about. So why did you feel sick? He was distant, you thought. But he was anything but when with you. Was this some sort of separation anxiety? You'd never had it before.

"How are you and Seungmin-ssi?" The girl from earlier asked, bringing you back to earth. Your eyes, unfocused and lingering on some vase shot up to meet hers, which were polite and conversational. She was a lot like you, actually. Fiery, or something along those lines. She was a cute girl, too. Her and Changbin were like a married couple already. 

"Oh, we're good," you responded, mustering what you thought was a subtle grin. "He's great."

"Yeah? Cute. Whenever I see Changbin with him on TV, I think of you."

You chuckled softly, lips parting slightly. "Yeah, you too. It's nice to see you again." You pushed down the bad feelings. "I'm just gonna go to the bathroom." 

She nodded, and you left your chair. You walked fast to the bathroom, hoping to hide away until you were breathing right again. Maybe you were nauseous from the plane. You were sure this would all be fixed when he'd say something to you. 

All day, no words from him. Well, no sentences. You woke up, alone in bed, finding Seungmin on the floor packing his bag. You exchanged ‘good mornings,’ and he wasn’t cold or anything, but your flight was early enough that he didn’t make time to ease into the morning or tell you how pretty you were when you woke up. 

He had gone to bed early the night before after a series of tired nights from performing. He was beautiful on stage. Naturally, you’d wanna pounce him the second he got home. But you spared him, knowing he was probably sore and achy, ready to collapse the second his bed was in sight. He may have let you give him head after a shower one of the several nights, or ride him that night with the technical difficulties, but usually, at least for the first stretch, and the only stretch of concerts in your city, time with him was limited. But all sexual frustration aside, though, you loved cuddling him. Taking care of him, doing anything really. And with all the practices that consumed his everyday, the sex was actually most of your time with him.

But you could handle a day of loneliness.

You sat alone on the plane, window seat, first class. Best of the best, right?

Back to the present, you’d caught your breath sitting on the lid of the toilet, sorting out your thoughts the best you could. You stood up and checked the mirror, expression as blank as it was when you’d left your room. You were excited to sleep here tonight. Not as excited to leave the bathroom right now. But you did anyway.

You caught Jeongin’s kind eyes briefly, and tried your best to return them. For that half a second you shot him with one of those unintentionally bitchy expressions where you assume your lips are grinning when they’re really barely tilted at all. You always resorted to that one when your social battery was low.

You were being perceived. You hated it. You were tired. 

Throwing those selfish feelings aside, you went to secure your seat at the dining table again. 

Seungmin was still consumed with his boyfriends.

-

Dinner flew by. The food was awesome as usual, made by a bougie private chef the group hired for the trip. Seungmin took a seat next to you, which signaled for anyone who wanted to eat by him to set up over there. You remained pretty quiet for the whole meal, which came more naturally than ever at the moment. It was weird for you to be so tentative. Did he even bat an eye?

You got up to bring your plate to the sink to clean it off. 

“[name],” said a too familiar voice.

You turned your head to catch his eye. “Yeah?” You mouthed, assuming a sound would come out, only for it to catch in your throat.

His eyes softened as much they could with his lack of information. “Wanna go upstairs and talk?” 

You nodded, and followed beside him when he started walking. His hand gently took hold of your wrist.

“Don’t worry about me…” you mumbled halfway up the stairs. With all these feelings you’ve been organizing in your head, you were speechless now that he was in front of you.

“I’m gonna worry,” he whined softly. You entered one of the many rooms and sat by the headboard of the bed as he shut the door. He sat in front of you on the mattress. You held out your hand, reaching for the side of his neck to pull him in. You kissed him, and he of course accepted. Whatever you needed. He wasn’t an idiot; he could gather that whether you truly felt neglected–-which you sort of did—or not, you needed attention. It was either that or you wanted to be completely alone. But that was proven wrong when you kissed him. Or more so accepted his hand.

The anxiety built up from everything set in now, and became a soft fire now that you weren’t anticipating anymore. You moved your head to kiss his cheeks a bit, and when you parted, he looked over your face like you were a puzzle; a beautiful one. “You ovulating or something?”

“Hey…” 

He pressed his lips to yours again, tender and matched to your passion at the same time. Your hand wandered lower, over his chest and down over his pants. You palmed him, willing to take him in any way if it meant being as close as possible, even if you weren’t communicating the best.

“You sure?” He asked, just above a whisper. 

“I…want you.”

He gave you those puppy eyes, by default. “Okay, well I’m yours.” 

It was as if when he was finally good at feelings, you weren’t.

He kissed your neck.

“I just…missed you,” you muttered while he worked, with a hand ghosting over his back, still tentative.

“Yeah?” Against your skin.

You didn’t respond. 

He pulled back, meeting your eyes. “That’s what this is all about,” he said, a confirmation to himself.

You nodded.

He huffed and pushed you gently back onto the mattress. “Well?”

Slowly, you smiled. With teeth. He was too charming; he never let you be unhappy. 

He marveled, brushing his thumb over your lips. “Your lipstick cracked.”

You looked up at him like he was the moon. “Did it?”

“...You haven’t smiled all night? Fuck, this is evil now. Wait,” he said, hushed, crawling off of you and leaving the room for a moment. You kept that grin on your face. He didn’t hate you. When he was back he was holding a wet washcloth. He handed it to you. “Here, now we can have soft kisses.”

“What if I want it rough?” You remarked, still subdued.

He rolled his eyes. “Your lips are sticky.”

“Sorry…” You scrubbed your lips till they were bare. They were dry now, but soon you’d be sharing lip balm with him. 

He sat patiently. “..Sorry.”

You perked up. “For what?”

“Making you miss me. We were together the whole time, anyway.”

“It’s okay…you didn’t do anything wrong. I just…maybe I am ovulating.”

He chuckled quietly, “Well we’ve got nothing but time this vacation.”

You smiled again, looking over his face, which had light imprints of your lips staining his cheeks. “It’s on your face.”

His eyes widened, and you could’ve laughed at how cute he was. 

“Wipe it off?” He asked softly, offering his cheek, which was now flushed.

“Leave it.”

[gingerayen]

ꫝꪮꪀꫀꪗ᥇ꫀꫀ - ᦓꫀꪊꪀᧁꪑ꠸ꪀ

Title: Honeybee - Seungmin

Synopsis: basically the song honeybee by Olivia Rodrigo.

I saw an edit of Seungmin to this song, bawled my eyes out and got a little bit of inspiration. FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF tho

Word count: 1,63k

ENJOYY!

It hasn't been that long since you started dating Seungmin. You met very randomly; he was looking around this quiet shop in a hidden little street up a hill in the heart of Seoul, searching for an adequate birthday present for his sister.

It was one of your favourite little boutiques to visit when you had errands to run around the area, as it was whimsical, hidden, and all the little trinkets they sold were unique and to your taste exactly.

The second you first laid eyes on the boy with fluffy hair, his eyes wide, lips in a pout, as he examined the label of some kind of card game, your heart missed a beat. He looked so soft, his hands delicate, yet so out of place between all the pinks and golds surrounding him. You giggled softly as he seemed even more confused after reading the label, hesitantly putting the little box back on the shelf. You later found out that it wasn't actually a deck of cards he picked up, but a game for couples inspired by Kama Sutra, something his sister would not have appreciated at all, especially from her little brother. His eyes darted up upon hearing the little noise you made, and his ears went red in an instant.

"It's not what it looks like." he quickly states as his hands fly into the air in surrender.

"Really?" your eyebrows raise in curiosity, your tone playful. "Because to me it seems like you're really lost in here."

"Oh, I am." he nods, his lips part, and damn do they look so pretty. His eyes are still wide and you can't help but take note of his boyish charm. There's this feeling bubbling up inside you, this fleeting thought, that his face is one you could spend your whole life knowing. How it changes over the years, how age takes a toll on his skin, how his expressions change with different emotions - happiness, sorrow, love.

"You need help?" you ask politely, and he looks around before he nods softly.

You spend roughly half an hour shuffling through all the shelves with easy conversation flowing. He's not really talkative, but he seems like he enjoys listening to you ramble more. He laughs when you pull something absolutely ridiculous off the shelves, not necessarily being serious about your pick, but you find yourself enjoying the sound of his laughter and the brightness of his smile, so you try to bring it out as often as possible.

He tells you about his sister, how she appreciates gifts that are unique rather than expensive, which is why he's in this store. He apparently heard about it from a coworker, who loves to buy little trinkets from there, as he enjoys interior design a lot.

You both finally settle on a beautiful vintage jewelry set with colorful gemstones and intricate, whimsical nature elements. There is a pair of earrings, a necklace, and a dainty little bracelet.

As you both walk up to the checkout counter, he cannot stop saying thank you for your help, and you make sure to reassure him that it's all right.

You part ways without even finding out his name, and this deep disappointment settles over your shoulders as you try to get back to your own shopping, replaying all the little, fleeting moments and his beautiful smile etched in your mind's eye.

Two weeks pass by, and there's no day when you don't think about the mystery boy from your favorite boutique, whose name you don't know, but you would recognize him even in the biggest of crowds. You walk more attentively after that. Maybe fate has it that you will see him on the subway or at the raunchy bar you go to with your coworkers, or maybe you'll accidentally find the same awning to hide away from the summer rain washing through the streets of Seoul.

None of that happens.

So you decide to make your own fate, and you go back to the store again, deep down wishing that he wants to see you again just as much as you do, and he will suddenly become a regular there with a hopeful heart for a new meeting.

He's not there. You roam all the little corridors between the packed shelves for at least an hour, but he's not there.

"Excuse me, miss!" A worker approaches you. She's your favorite; you always make sure to chat with her while she packs up all your new findings at the counter. She's smiling widely at you. "A young man came in earlier this week and wanted me to give this to you. He described you as 'the pretty girl who knows every corner of this store, but doesn't work here.'"

She hands you a little box, wrapped in brown paper and a ribbon around it. There is a little card attached to the ribbon. You open it slowly as you read the message written in neat handwriting:

"Thank you for helping me find the perfect birthday gift for my noona. She LOVED it! I would like to say thank you in person as well, maybe at a nice cafe? If you'd like that, please text me at xxx-xxx-xxx. Here's to hopin' this finds the right person! Seungmin"

Your heart feels like it's about to beat out of your chest, and there's this prominent smile on your face that only ever appears when the golden threads of fate are pulled just right.

Of course, you text him. Of course, you go on that coffee date. And he's everything you've expected him to be: a delicate, very polite boy who refuses to use technology just to make his tasks simpler by seconds, who prefers phone calls over texting, who journals and sings old ballads about love so beautiful it seems unreal.

The boy you want to do mundane things with, like walking in the dark or hopping park fences, because even the smallest things feel grand with Seungmin.

He's a gentleman, through and through. He picks you up, walks you home, it feels like fate threw you a bone. He makes sure you're always comfortable, reminds you to eat and hydrate, sends you good night and good morning texts. One morning, as you arrive at work, you notice this little note stuck to your laptop. The night before, you went out on a date with Seungmin and fell asleep right after he said goodbye with a kiss to your cheek at the door. He must have snuck it into your bag without you noticing.

"Hope you think about me as much as I do about you when we're apart. Please meet me on our bench at the park tonight at 8. Your sticky sweet tangerine, Sengmin"

The nickname comes from one of your dates: he went to Jeju Island for work, and when he returned, he insisted on seeing you as soon as possible. He gifted you this basket of Jeju tangerines, the sweet-looking fruit lying on top of this little handkerchief with an orange gingham pattern, the edges decorated with delicate lace. It's a small detail, but the cloth is so you, and it's so him to put effort into finding a version of the many that is uniquely to your taste.

He wants to be a gentleman, so he offers to peel one of the tangerines for you. However, they are so ripe and soft that the juice squirts everywhere, and he fusses about how his hands are sticky, but it would rather be his than yours.

"You're like the tangerines, Seungminnie. Sticky sweet." you tell him, and he smiles so bright he illuminates the whole park.

The night you find his little note in your bag, he asks you to be officially his girlfriend, while he's holding your hand so delicately like you're made out of porcelain, and you love the way he looks at you in that moment. His eyes sparkle, not with his usual mischief, but with a fondness so deep it creates stars in his irises.

It's been a long time since then, and your lives morph together, your love blossoming like the sakura in spring. And the feeling lingers, more and more fond as days pass. You find it difficult to voice it; it's so hard to describe it in a way that feels honest enough.

But you know that cliches you knew seem so commonplace since you first saw him in the little shop. That every time you're scared, in the dark, you can just reach out, and he will be there.

Lately, days with Seungmin are quiet. There is this lingering feeling in the air of something left unsaid. Something that you can both feel and know, but it is too difficult to put into words, fearing that there are no words grand enough to describe it in a way that is worthy.

But God, you hope you'll never see the way his face looks like going...

Even the thought of being away from him or losing him makes you want to cry. As tears are running down your face, you see him in front of you, his picture at the front of your mind, all smiles and silly jokes and an elegance that feels old school, all yours. You're reaching for a napkin to dry your tears, and you find a Polaroid picture on your coffee table, one you didn't notice until now: it's a picture of you, one you had no idea he took. You're laughing - so sincere and wide, you know it's because of Seungmin - the sun in the background creating a halo around you. And on the white border, there are two words scribbled in black marker:

"babygirl, honeybee"

It's not clear exactly what he's referring to by that; he called you babygirl before, but never honeybee.

But it all becomes clear on a random day, when it's least expected as you get a notification on your phone:

New Upload from Stray Kids Seungmin - honeybee ( Olivia Rodrigo Cover) | [SONG By 2] S#2

There it is, the confession. You know it's dedicated to you. His babygirl, his honeybee. And this time around, the words are grand enough to describe the love you share.

[whatcruelworldisthis]

❀ ☕ ❀ bleeding cuteness ❀ ☕ ❀

pairing: kim seungmin x reader

warnings: cursing, hangover

genre: fluff. tooth-rotting.

word count: 822

summary: waking up in...felix's bed?

ao3 link

you shifted, tired, not recognizing the mattress you were on, or who's back yours was to. you turned around to find a head of blonde hair stir, flushed and sleepy as he took you in. you felt seungmin's arm draped over your waist still lingering even though he was gone.

now what the hell were you doing in felix's bed?

his head fell to your shoulder and you closed your eyes, wondering if the dull throb in your head was really there. you sat up. it was there for sure.

"yongbokkie.."

"hm?" he hummed, voice thick with sleep. these boys always got the best sleep in the world. it was necessary. but not on this break.

"morning."

"morning."

he was wrecked from the drinks last night, all the singing, screaming.

"how do you feel?" you asked, squinting as the light filtered in.

his voice was gravelly; more than usual. "like shit."

"i think i feel the same."

you gathered that you were hungover. and if your body's memory was correct, the three of you had probably been so shitfaced last night that when you had found a bed (or the bed), you'd all just collapsed.

your real boyfriend walked in, holding a coffee and sporting a similar, but more awake expression. but he looked good. he always did. his hair was messy, but he'd changed into some clean sweatpants and a tank top that showed off the toned arms the world barely ever got to see. felix got to see them. you got to see them.

he smirked softly, showing off that bratty but never cruel face that you didn't just grow to love, but have always loved. he was your ult, you always said, no matter how ridiculous it sounded with time.

"seungminnie!" you rasped. "come here."

he set the coffee down with nothing more than a 'tsk,' and walked over, kneeling at your side. he stroked your hair back. felix stood up, and exasperated, said, "it's bled into my room now."

focus on seungmin, you remarked, "it's a shame you're up already, i always like watching you sleep."

"oh?"

"yeah, like in the most creepy way."

he raised his eyebrows. "right, well don't you ever think i would feel the same?"

"oh, baby i'm not cute when i sleep."

"whatever. i think you are. sometimes you're even pretty."

"woah, real smooth."

he stood. "get up, love. your coffee will be just the right temperature if you get ready now."

"aw.." your eyes lit up, or softened; whatever meant you were obviously head over heels in love, but not energized enough to shout it from a rooftop.

so you hugged him.

maybe your approach was awkward. his reaction sure made it seem that way.

"yah.."

you pulled off slightly.

"no, stay."

then he hugged you back. it was as if you'd forgotten what it felt like. it was one of the best feelings. you'd suddenly went from feeling dirty and hungover to feeling loved and, well, held.

he loved you. that's what it was.

you broke away after a good minute. "i'll get ready."

he nodded.

when you got to the bathroom, the mirror instantly greeted you with raccoon eyes. you must've been fucked up. you never slept in your makeup. well, not anymore since you'd found a damn near heaven-sent dream boy to keep you happy and taken care of. but he had been pretty far gone. he usually gets a cute amount of drunk.

you removed last night's makeup, brushed your teeth, moisturized and whatnot, then came out of the bathroom to go get your coffee. you were still in last night's clothes.

you met with your boyfriend smiling warmly while holding his. he was now wearing one of those zip up hoodies that didn't quite stay on his shoulder. he handed you a glass of water. "drink this first. hydrate a bit." you smiled back and followed.

after chugging that, you grabbed your coffee, trying it.

"wow, it really is the perfect temperature."

"is it how you like it?"

"yeah, it's perfect."

you took a few more careful sips. it was just hot enough that gulps would burn you. "you were so cute last night, blushing and all," you said to seungmin.

he smiled to himself.

"what even happened last night?" you mused, rubbing your temple. "there's no way i wasn't all over you."

"you definitely were."

"ha...well then why yongbok's bed? oh don't tell me..."

"i turned you down!" he stated. "it just...felt wrong. you actually got drunker than me if that's possible..."

"really?"

"100%."

"soooo why you in yongbok's bed? i know i felt your arm on me."

"i was drunk enough to be depressed by sleeping alone."

"THAT'S fair."

looking back, you must've really been out of it. his flush was actually all you remembered past 11pm.

his cuteness bled deep.

or his blood made his cuteness deep? something like that.

[hnsbxby]

FINALLY omg someone who acknowledges feeding kink

idk if you meant mix it up like sweet and spiked prompts but could i get a sweet lemonade with cinnamon sticks and and extra sugar paired with seungmin? if u do it ur the best tysm!

- ɴᴏᴡ ꜱᴇʀᴠɪɴɢ › ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʟᴇᴍᴏɴᴀᴅᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ꜱᴜɢᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄɪɴɴᴀᴍᴏɴ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋꜱ ⸝⸝ ft. seungmin , enjoy ! 18+

cw: pillow talk, feeding kink

an: i personally love feeding kink not so much for the feeding as much as it is the care that’s usually there with the kink- so ig more caregiving kink? and yes, a mix of sweet and spiked prompts is fine!!

Your chest rose and fell softly. Eyes closed. Your mind a pleasant mix of gone and present.

Seungmin left after washing you both up- saying he’ll be back soon. You could faintly hear him from outside the room.

It’s been about five minutes since he left- maybe it was the post sex clinginess, but you could swear the bed was significantly colder without him in it.

“Sunny~!” You called, voice thoroughly wrecked.

As if on cue with your call, the microwave beeped.

A sigh escaped your lips. A knowing one. ‘of course…’ you thought as you shifted onto your opposite side, facing towards the door.

Seungmin walked in about a minute later, bowl of microwave ramen and a pair of chopsticks in his hands.

“Are you serious?” You whined, watching as he held the bowl carefully as he got onto the bed. Sitting just infront of you, legs crossed. Stirring the still-hot noodles with the chopsticks, not looking at you.

“Yes, i’m serious.” He spoke simply. Taking some of the noodles with the chopsticks and blowing on them. “You need to eat after sex.” He explained. “And i can tell you’re hungry, just too lazy to eat.”

You made a sound of annoyance, hiding your face into the pillow in frustration before you looked back at him. “I just want to lay with you and sleep.” You huffed out, but opened your mouth nonetheless when the noodles were pressed against your lips.

Damn microwave ramen for being so good.

“We can soon,” He hummed, failing to hide the soft smile on his face as he heard your words. “You’re so clingy.” He teased, glancing at you then back at the noodles. Blowing on some.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring his teasing. About to open your mouth to say: ‘well if i need to eat so do you’, but he beat you to it. Taking a large mouthful of noodles.

He glanced up at you and grinned. Swallowing his food then saying: “I am.”

“Fuck you.” You cursed with no real heat. Smiling yourself as you hid your face into the pillow, letting out a muffled: “You’re so annoying.”

You stayed in the pillow for about thirty seconds until you could smell the ramen and feel a nudge of his hand against your arm.

“Look at me and open your mouth.”

You blushed, the simple demand of his words doing shamefully more than it should- but you listened. Turning your head and opening your mouth, letting him feed you.

“Good.” He responded simply, smiling slightly before getting another bite for himself.

You clocked the familiar flavour and glanced at the bowl. “Are those Mr. Noodles?” You asked.

His grin widened and he chuckled slightly. “Yep.” He responded simply. Taking a bite, chewing, swallowing and speaking again. “I know you liked them so i ordered some. They came today.”

You tried to hold back a grin but failed. Chuckling slightly before you opened your mouth for another bite. Seungmin spoke for you: “I know, i’m so considerate.”

It took the two of you about two more minutes to finish the ramen before he placed the bowl down onto the bedside table.

“Will you finally lay with me.” You sighed dramatically, already shifting closer to his side of the bed.

“I guess.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his response, watching as he sat down on the bed. Pulling the blanket aside so he can get under it.

He made a small noise as he laid down and you immediately latched onto his side. Resting your head onto his chest. Content sighing leaving your lips.

His hand came up to play with your hair, shifting his head enough to be able to look down at you. “You cuddle me like i’m a teddy bear.”

He smiled as you laughed against him. “You’re pretty much a human sized teddy, even if you try to deny it.” You said, flat but with a hint of teasing.

“I am not.” He denied with faux offence, tone already sleepy. He shifted slightly, trying to get comfy. His arm coming around to rest along your waist.

It was silent for a couple minutes. The two of you nice and content, Seungmin occasionally saying something you half acknowledged; “I have to do laundry in the morning.” “Mm” “I was thinking we could try that new restaurant down the street sometime this week.” “Yea..” “Remember when you asked if i would love you if you were a worm.” “Why did you ask that.”

It was silent for a minute or so, Seungmin’s breathing evening out, his eyes closing. Hand resting on your head now, more than playing with.

“If i fall asleep, goodnight.” He murmered, voice already laced with sleep.

No response besides soft breaths that indicated you were already passed out.

He grinned slightly, scratching your head softly before falling asleep himself. his drool pool already starting on the pillow.

— hnsbxby tumblr ©

event taglist: @ughyeka @juskz @kloversung @certainstarfishmiracle @lostinmymind-daydreaming @lcvelyskz @blushnboba @hyvnesangel

[imbaebi]

It's Him

˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🍸🎤˚˖𓍢ִ💙˚.⋆⁺.₊⋆ ━━━━⊱𖤝 ~ 김승민

𝓰enre; seungmin x fem!reader, exs to lovers, first love, post breakup, bittersweet, second chance, cute ⸝⸝ 𝔀ord count; 2.7k ⸝⸝ 𝔀arnings; club scene, mentions of alcohol, creeps, fear, kissing, getting back with your ex(don't do it), petname(love), lemme know if I missed anything! ⸝⸝ 𝓻ead time; 10:09

김승민 ~ 𖤝⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺.₊⋆˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🍸🎤˚˖𓍢ִ💙˚.

💫ᝰ.ᐟ ignore the crappy title, I just got lazy <//3

ততততততততততততততততততততততততত

★ synopsis  —

meeting your ex for the first time since your breakup unprepared turns your night down a path you never expected.

— ꒰ > ⋆ < ꒱

You don't drink, you never do. Getting drunk in public settings was something you weren't too fond of. It's not that you never tasted alcohol ever in your life, you did. Hell you had your fair share of the stuff. You knew your limits, what your preference was, and all else that you needed to know to know your way around liquor.

If you were to have a drink out in public you'd keep it to a minimum of one single cocktail. Never heavy.

You just didn't need a drink to have a good time with your girls.

The EDM music blares through the speakers and out into the young night. You and your friends jump around to the beat, you seem to be the only coordinated one—your friends ranged from tipsy to straight out wasted but none of you seem to mind. The different states of you each is just what seemed to make your group gain the attention of others.

Saehee yells into the air the lyrics of the next song the second the beat drops. You five automatically join along with her silly antics, screaming along all while dramatizing your dance moves, moving left to right accordingly.

You don't even remember what prompted this outing, it had been in the calendar for weeks before Ruha dragged everyone out by threatening to steal everyone's shoe laces when they least expected. It had done the trick well, no one doubted that she would indeed steal their laces. Ruha was crazy like that.

    “Why didn't we do this sooner?!” Miyeori has to shout to be heard over the music as she leans closer to you. It had been awhile since the whole gang was able to hangout like this, you shrug.

    “No fucking clue but we definitely needed this!” You say equally as loud. You had known Miyeori the longest, she—you would say, is the person that knows you the best.

You bump Miyeori with your hip playfully. She does the same, giggling in the process.

The song shifts into something calmer than the previous one but it was still pretty hype. You stretch your arms, getting ready to join Saehee in her dancing shenanigans when Miyeori taps your shoulder rapidly to get your attention.

    “What?”

    “Isn't that your ex?” She asks you. You don't even look to see who she was talking about, giving her a weird face.

    “Girl, he lives hours from here” You tilt your head slightly. You feel a surge of complicated feelings rush up your throat but you push them away.

Thanks to Miyeori, your two week streak of not thinking about your ex had been crushed. You and him had ended on shakey terms, you hated how your brain replayed the moment at terrible times. You had to end things. That you'd always told yourself firmly. Besides he most certainly had forgotten about you by now, you were so sure on that fact—you used it as a tool to gaslight yourself into not loving him anymore. Miyeori shrugs, bringing her attention back to your other friends.

Just to be sure though, you take a quick looksie. No one behind you see matched the profile of your ex to your relief. It shocks you a little to find yourself holding your breath, it had been 2 years for fucks sake.

You suck your teeth at yourself and shake your head returning to the present. Saehee is basic doing limbo with how low she's going, you go over and start cheering her on to go even lower.

⪩⪨

You fan yourself slightly, starting to feel the heat of your prior movements. You're still on the dance floor but near the edge cause you stopped dancing. You feel the burning sensation of eyes on you. You had felt them earlier but you for some reason couldn't find who they belong to. There was just something about the feeling... It was hard to ignore. You move away just in time before someone accidentally hits you with their arm as they danced more violently than Saehee.

You wanted to snap because of the intense feeling of eyes you couldn't shake off. You look around again however this time your eyes meet someone else's. Your heart nearly stops and your mouth almost parts wide. His eye contact does not waver. You're frozen in place.

It is Seungmin.

Your ex.

What the fuck is he doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be in Seoul? You weren't... You weren't supposed to see him again.

Seungmin on the other hand shows no emotions indicating your presence had effected him. Instead he holds your eyes steady, it's hard for you to break away. It's like he wanted you to know that he had been here—watching you ever since you had felt the stares. He just sits near the bar alone, swirling a drink slowly as if he were hypnotizing someone.

Fuck.

Fuck!

You begin to panic. He... He still looks the same. Maybe that's what makes your heart ache more than it should. He was still your Seungmin. You blink rapidly. No. He wasn't yours, you had ended things. You had ended things. So why did he get to be the only calm and collected one in this situation? You suck in a sharp inhale through your nose and smoothed your skirt down. You promptly turn away.

You weren't about to let him ruin your night out with your friends.

Speaking of your friends, where did they run off to? The dance floor had suddenly gotten packed from the time window of your eyes holding contact. You decide to just stay where you were instead of joining the many bodies while searching for your friends. It would be easier for them to spot you on the outskirts of the crowd.

You knew the song playing so you didn't feel awkward swaying and singing along by yourself.

As you wait for your friends to make their appearance, eyes surveying the area. You notice a different set of eyes on you. A trio of guys. You couldn't hear their conversation but it was clear they were talking about you. You make eye contact with one of them, the look in his eye made you regret even looking his way. Your eyes snap away, attempting to ignore whatever just happened all while hoping you had just imagined the strange feeling.

It hadn't been a minute since the interaction when he, the guy approaches you. Your eyes widen nervously. He smirks down at you, tilting his head just a bit. He's a little shakey, clearly on something.

    “What's a pretty girl like you dancing alone?” He asks.

    “Oh, I'm not alone,” you say quickly, barely loud enough to hear over the music.

    “Sure looks like you're alone to me. Lucky for you I'm a great dance partner.” He reaches out but you quickly lengthen a gap between you both.

    “No thank you.”

    “Come on woman, don't be like that.” His smirk gets bigger, leaning into your space. He reaches out again. “I can—”

    “I have a boyfriend.” You blurt out. His face instantly drops into a scowl.

    “I don't see him.” His arms cross. That's when his two friends begin to approach, they did not look any more friendly than he did. In fact they looked scarier than the man trying to hit on you.

You feel the same burning sensation of eyes on you, it feels stronger. You turn and make eye contact with Seungmin. Instantly you walk over to him before the guy's friends could reach you. You walk to him with no hesitation, fear driving you.

When you reach him, you couldn't even look him in the eye. You tap his shoe with your heel lightly. Wordlessly he spreads his legs just enough for you to stand between them, you lean against him for good measure.

You both watch the guys glare in your direction before moving over to the far end of the club, taking a hint. Your  body relaxes in relief before tensing up again with realization of what you had just done.

You fucked up big time. Big big time. You remove yourself from him.

    “I—” The words fall silent on your lips.

You couldn't say anything.

So of course —

you run.

You run all the way to the girls restroom in a panic. Why the fuck had you done that? And why didn't he stop you?!

You pace up and down the bathroom, muttering curses under your breath. Any random woman who stumbled into the bathroom thought you were on something but didn't question it. You just wanted to die in one of the bathroom stalls. Tears of panic blur your vision.

You don't know how long you were in the restroom...

⪩⪨

You don't drink. You never do. And yet here you are downing your next shot of tequila, mascara all messed up, tippy toeing your limit of alcohol intake. Miyeori tried to stop you but you couldn't take the feeling plunged in your stomach. She tells you she had seen the interaction with you and your ex and she assured you everything would be fine.

You didn't think so.

He was your ex and you shouldn't have even put him through that. It was pathetic really, you had ended things for both your own goods and now for the first time seeing him since the break up you go running to him for protection. Who the fuck does that? You apparently.

You tug at your hair in frustration, feeling that sickly complicated feeling back in your stomach again. On top of that you feel a little dizzy, you didn't know if you wanted to cry or scream—maybe both.

    “I'll have another one,” You tell the bartender who gives you a look. Miyeori is about to say something but her lips snap shut.

    “No, she won't be having another.” A voice that was all too familiar even now says behind you firmly. Your heart rate drops and basically deadlines.

To hear his voice in person right now almost undid everything you tried to ignore for the past two years. Almost. You suddenly better your posture.

    “No don't listen to him—” Your stool violent swivels to face him. Your heart plummets down to your stomach, eyes wide just like your friend's.

    “No you listen to me, Y/N! That's enough. Now come with me, we have some talking to do.” His hand grabs ahold of your wrist, leaving no room for argument. Miyeori watches as you get dragged by Seungmin to the exit.

Outside in the fresh air, your head clears a little. Your heart races as if it were running for it's life. You are so sure he can feel your pulse from his tight grip on your wrist. He leads you to the side of the building and corners you against the wall.

    “Seungmin...” You gasp lightly.

    “So you're just going to not talk to me at all? Were you going to drink the night away, leave and forget about me again?” Your lips part at his tone.

    “I... I didn't forget about you. Besides we broke up remember?” You answer weakly. He chuckles bitterly, it sounded hurt.

    “Why?” He knew the answer to that question, you didn't stay quiet about that when the break up happened.

    “You know why. I didn't want to get in between your dreams, Seungmin. You love singing. And you did it. You made it. ...You don't need me.” You try to smile as if your own words didn't hurt you — slicing at something you didn't know you still had.

    “Fuck Y/N, that's bullshit. You don't get to pick and choose what I need and what I don't.” He says frustratedly.

    “I thought you moved on...” You say quietly, looking away.

    “How could I move on?” He asks, emotions rising in his throat.

    “First loves are easy to forget. And I bet you're busy now.”

    “You're not just some first love, Y/N! You were— You are my other half, my soulmate, my light in the darkness. Do you know how hard it was just to live on without you? I still love you—”

    “No- no, you're lying to yourself.” You butt in quickly. This wasn't supposed to go this way, wasnt supposed to happen.

    “If I didn't still love you, why would I have this?” He promptly pulls out a chain tucked under his unbuttoned shirt. Attached to the chain was the his matching promise ring...

    “W-why did you bring that?” Seeing the matching ring to yours which was hidden inside your bedside table right now brought up some feeling in your stomach.

    “I didn't just bring it, Y/N. I wear it everyday, all day, and during every performance too. I didn't just put it on like I knew you were going to be here.” He scoffs knowing that's what you were thinking.

    “I don't know what to say.” You look down.

Silence falls between you. You and him breath in sync, too close for people who claim to be exes. Somewhere in the distance someone's car is going off, the sound of shoes clicking on the pavement, and a dog barks repeatedly but you didn't hear it—too engrossed in the situation that forms a bubble, traping you both inside filled with tension and unspoken feelings. Your breath holds for however long the silence lasts. His lip twitches.

    “Just tell me you don't love me anymore and I'll leave you alone.” Seungmin's tone changes as he lifts your chin up gently.

    “I...” The words die on your tongue. You couldn't lie even if you wanted to. You did still love him. Seeing him again made you realize you were just lying to yourself all this time, you never had gotten over him.  You never had moved on.

He leans in closer.

    “Y/N you're my first love and also my last... I just want you, I want to make you happy. If you tell me to go, I will.” His lips almost brush yours as he speaks barely above a whisper. You swallow.

    “I can't... But I also don't want to be a burden,” you whisper.

    “You're not a burden, never were,” Seungmin assures. His eyelashes almost fan his cheeks when he looks down to your lips. His eyes snap right back up to yours. “Fuck— Can I kiss you?”

    “Yes.” You answer before you could stop yourself. His lips connect with yours delicately, as if you weren't real and could fade away anytime from the simplest touch.

Sparks ignite at the contact, you feel right at home in the kiss. Damn, you missed him. Soft, gently, while also possessive. It felt like Seungmin alright. You were right, he's still your Seungmin. He gently breaks off the kiss, giving you one final peck as if to seal everything before moving back to give you some space.. His fingers go up to the very lips that had collided with yours, his lips part slightly.

    “Let me take you home.”

    “I— Okay.” You agree with not much convincing. There wasn't no turning back, you had fallen for him again. You tuck away the fears deep into the back of your mind. You wanted to do things right. And you didn't want to lose him once again.

He begins walking to leave the alleyway when you grab his sleeve. Seungmin pauses, turning to you. His head tilts slightly.

    “I'm sorry.” You blurt out. You had no idea why you grabbed onto him, however the apologize just felt... right. “Genuinely. I'm sorry for the pain I must have left you with... I was scared and...”

You trail off when he takes ahold of your hand and squeezes it gently.

    “You don't have to say anymore. I know. I know why you did it.. and I understand. I'm just happy that you want to give us a second chance.”

He doesn't let go of your hand after that. In fact he holds your hand the whole time while saying goodbye to your friends(they were quite surprised by the sight, you promised them a long phone call...), during the Uber drive back home, and he still holds your hand while walking you to your front door.

He is rather reluctant to let your hand go to part ways. You put your key in the lock and push your door open gently. You pause.

    “...Do you want to stay the night?” Your voice is a little shakey. You just didn't want the night to end just yet, not when you had gotten him back. His face breaks into a warm smile.

    “Of course.” And he ruffles your hair playfully, a gesture you didn't know you missed until now. “Lead the way, love.”

©2026 imbaebi — all rights reserved, I don't allow copy of my work, no translations or reposts whatsoever without my consent. Inspiration is one thing, plagiarism is another. my fics are made by ME, there may be mistakes along the way but that just means I'm human. reblogging is very appreciated, help a writer out and reblog !!

skz masterlist

perm taglist — (there is a skz taglist, click here) ;

@gyubvlin @nvuueas @shinette @8teezing

[userbangchan]

Seungmin Masterlist

"Back To December"

[jisunggy]

Shy Boyfriend Seungmin Vibes

for @vernorica123 <3

Shy Boyfriend Seungmin is the type to...

...not open up easily. It takes time before anything deep surfaces. They start small. A random thought. A quiet complaint. Something about his day that he didn’t have to share with you but did anyway. You don’t make a big deal out of it, but you hold onto those moments, because not everyone gets to see this side of him. Over time, it settles into something steady, something mutual. He starts coming to you, not just to talk, but to figure things out. Decisions, worries, things he doesn’t quite know how to process on his own. And when you answer, he listens. He knows he’s not the easiest person to read or the most naturally open. But with you, he’s trying. Learning slowly how to say more, how to show more, and how to let someone in without second-guessing it.

“I don’t usually tell these things to anyone else. But it's just…easier with you."

…get shy when the affection starts to get real and obvious. Casual touches? Fine. Hand on your shoulder, sitting close, brushing against you? All natural. Eye contact that lingers too long? Hearing something genuine? Being real about how you make his heart flutter and his stomach twist into knots? That’s where he falters. For all his composure, for all the teasing and quiet confidence he usually carries so easily, he starts to fall apart when it comes to stuff like this. When he feels for you too deeply to simply brush it off. And since he's a man of few words and nervous habits, he doesn't get it right the first time. Or the second. Or the third. But eventually, his hand finds yours. He stays a little longer. Moves a little closer. He’s trying, in his own way, to hold onto something he’s not entirely sure he deserves, but doesn’t want to lose.

"Wait. I'm sorry. I really don’t want to mess this up with you. Please, don't go?"

…show you love in ways you almost miss if you’re not paying attention. He's not a big speech guy or the dramatic confession type. His affection is much more subtle than that. He remembers how you take your coffee and notices when you’re quieter than usual. He fixes things without making a big commotion and pays for whatever you need without being asked. And if you do notice and point it out? He shrugs it off like it’s nothing. It’s not nothing. It's more than you've ever had and better than you've ever been treated before. But Seungmin doesn't ask for recognition or even praise for the things he does. He just wants you to feel loved in whatever way he can make that happen. Since he's not the guy who says it out loud often, he builds it into small, consistent gestures that all add up to communicate how he feels without words.

"Why are you thanking me? This is the bare minimum I should do for you, isn't it?"

…struggle to say what he feels, so he says it in other ways. He won’t say, "I missed you." He’ll say, "You’ve been busy lately." Instead of saying, "I’m worried about you." He’ll say, "Did you eat?" And he doesn't ever directly say, "I like you." He says things like, "Call me when you get home," and, "It's cold, why didn't you bring a jacket?" and "You don't have to ask me, I was already planning on going with you." You learn to translate him pretty quickly. At some point, it stops feeling like guessing and starts feeling obvious, like second nature. A language only the two of you speak. You hear what he means, even when he doesn’t say it right, and he starts to rely on that. And eventually, he starts to say more as he slowly overcomes the fear of being misunderstood.

"It's okay. I was close by anyway," (he wasn't). "Let's go together."

...be consistent in a way that matters more than grand gestures. He shows up on time. Replies without being reminded. Checks in regularly. Even when he’s busy, even when he’s tired, you never question where you stand with him or how he feels about you. Not because he says it all the time, but because he proves it over and over. He never makes you feel like a burden. Never makes you wait. Never makes you guess. Never makes you wonder. He’s steady. Even when he doesn’t have the right words, or when he’s unsure how much affection is too much, or where the line is between caring and holding on too tightly. He stays solid. Reliable. And the longer you’re with him, the more you notice his quiet side is not just shy, but protective. Not in a way that limits you or controls you. He doesn’t tell you what to do or where to go, doesn’t try to shrink your world to keep you contained. No, he walks on the outside of the sidewalk, and keeps track of your surroundings so you don't have to worry. He stays a step closer when something feels off, and grabs your hand in the middle of crowds. He remembers the things that make you uncomfortable and makes sure you don’t have to deal with them alone. He doesn’t hold you back -- he makes it easier for you to move forward. He’s the type to make sure the world is a little safer, a little softer, and a little easier for you to exist in. So you can do everything you want to do. With him right there beside you.

"Do whatever is best for you. I'll be right here, I promise."

::

general taglist: @nightmarenyxx @wonroha @cepheus3 @strawberriesoup @kayleefriedchicken @hannamoon143 @0omillo0 @fly-you-dam-fools @urlocalmultigroupfan @inlovewithstraykids @felixleftchickennugget @hityoulikebahng @imfoive @imeverycliche @hannieslittlerockstar @staybabblingbaby @somber-reads @hyunjinxxs @straberieslee @brbwritingfanfic @velvetmoonlght @dearbisky @hwangjoanna @jeonginnieswifey @firstdivisiongirl @mikachux3 @pineapple-burgah @eyyyylucieeee

[gingerayen]

Hiiiii, I hope you’re doing well! Can I please request a drabble of Seungmin and f!reader having a cozy, lazy night in together? Super fluffy and cute and lovey and soft? Thank you!

Hello lovely!

Hope you're amazing, thank you for the request. You can always have cozy, fluffy, lazy Seugmin, you ask and I shall deliver!

Hope you enjoy this!!!!

BIG HUG 🫂

You can always tell when Seungmin comes home with a plan for the night already in his head. He just walks through the door differently—shoulders lifted, eyes sharp, an unmistakable determination in every step he takes to reach you.

It doesn’t matter what you’re doing. He’ll walk straight up to you and pull you into his arms without a word. He stays there for at least fifteen minutes, enjoying the calm after a day crammed with schedules, basking in the feeling of your hands absentmindedly running through his soft hair, down his spine, over his back and shoulders.

If he’s really exhausted, he sometimes falls asleep for a quick power nap. Usually, though, he’s too stubborn to abandon everything he planned beforehand. And his plan is always the same: changing the bedsheets while dinner is on the way, warming up your towels and matching pajamas in the dryer, and coaxing you into a rose-infused bath—one hot enough to soothe his tired muscles and leave your skin so soft he can’t help but caress every bit of you peeking out from your silky pajamas later.

By the time the bathwater turns cold, the dryer finishes, and you have exactly ten minutes left until the food arrives.

Every night like this with Seungmin runs like a well-oiled machine. Everything is timed perfectly.

So when the food is late—when the movie is already pulled up on the TV and you’re burritoed on the couch with the coziest blanket you own—he spirals.

He paces around the house, agitated, inspecting all the little trinkets on the shelves he already knows by heart. At one point he even shakes a chair, just to make sure the screws aren’t loose and that it can still hold someone’s weight.

“Baby, come here. Sit down. The food will not get here any faster if you’re walking around like a maniac.”

He scoffs at you and your suggestion like it’s the most ridiculous thing anyone has ever said.

“What if I don’t hear the doorbell?” he asks, as if it’s the most logical explanation in the world. “The door is quite far away from the couch, you know.”

“Minnie, baby…” Your tone is teasing, and he looks at you with wide eyes, one eyebrow climbing all the way to his hairline. “…we live in an apartment the size of a shoebox. I’m pretty sure you’d hear the doorbell from anywhere in here.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want the delivery driver to wait too long. He must be super busy,” he explains loudly as he approaches the door, pressing his ear to it and peeking through the peephole like a very committed neighborhood watch member.

You shake your head, amused by his weird, very puppy-like shenanigans. When the doorbell finally rings, he perks up so fast you swear he actually looks like a dog excited to see its owner come home.

You appreciate how unapologetically himself he is.

Dinner goes by quickly. Seungmin makes sure you’re full before he even touches the potential leftovers, pushing containers toward you with quiet determination until you finally insist you can’t eat another bite. Only then does he start shoveling down the rest.

Despite how lanky he is, Seungmin eats a lot, finishing whatever lands on his plate. With him around, no food is ever wasted.

The moment the last bite disappears, he gathers the takeout containers with the efficiency of someone who cannot relax until everything is exactly where it belongs. Boxes into recycling, plastic tied up neatly, the table wiped down. He’s a neat freak through and through.

Once everything is put away, though, the apartment settles into something soft and quiet.

He joins you on the couch again, slipping under the fluffy blanket like he never left. His arm wraps around you automatically, pulling you close until you’re tucked into his side. His hand slides under the hem of your pajama top, warm against the soft skin of your stomach, resting there like it belongs.

His head tilts toward the TV as the drama continues, watching attentively.

But Seungmin cannot watch anything silently.

“Oh my god,” he mutters after a particularly dramatic line. “Why would you confess there? There are literally twelve people in that room.”

You snort.

A few minutes later he sighs dramatically. “If she forgives him again I’m turning this off.”

“He’s the main character.”

“That’s not an excuse for poor decision making.”

Every comment is so dry, so unmistakably Seungmin, that you laugh every single time.

Whenever the episode drifts into a side plot he clearly doesn’t care about, his attention shifts. His head lifts slightly, eyes leaving the screen to look at you instead.

Sometimes he leans in just to press a quick kiss to your lips, a soft peck before turning back to the TV like nothing happened.

Other times he lingers.

His lips move against yours slowly, warm and unhurried, inviting yours to follow in a quiet little dance in the flickering light of the television. His hand on your stomach presses you a little closer, thumb tracing lazy circles against your skin.

Then, just as easily, he pulls back.

“…They’re still arguing about the same thing,” he says flatly, looking back at the screen.

You stare at him.

He looks so calm like this—soft, warm, half-curled into the couch with the blanket pulled up to his waist, the glow of the television flickering across his face. His thumb is still tracing slow, absentminded circles on your stomach, like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

It’s easy to forget, in moments like this, how rare these nights actually are.

They’re a delicacy. Something almost luxurious. Reserved for the evenings when Seungmin isn’t too exhausted to move, or when he manages to get home early enough that you’re still awake.

Most nights, he stumbles through the door long after midnight, running on stubbornness and caffeine, barely managing a quiet hug before insisting you go back to sleep.

But during nights like this, you understand why he treats them like a carefully orchestrated ritual.

The warm towels. The bath. The perfectly timed dinner. The fresh sheets. The movie already queued up.

It’s not just a habit. It’s his way of showing how much he cares.

And it’s obvious how important these moments are to him, too. That quiet determination from earlier suddenly makes more sense when you look at him now—how every step of the evening had to go smoothly, how everything needed to be just right.

He cherishes this.

You can see it in the way his shoulders have finally dropped, in the way the tension that usually lives in his posture has completely disappeared. Every muscle in his body seems content, loose, resting for once instead of bracing for the next schedule, the next rehearsal, the next early morning.

The calm of a night like this settles somewhere deep inside him—quieting the endless noise in his busy mind.

Your fingers drift into his hair again.

He hums softly, eyes still on the TV.

“You’re staring,” he murmurs after a moment.

“You’re commentating less,” you reply.

“That’s because the plot finally makes sense.”

You smile a little, studying his profile.

“Liar. You just enjoy being pampered.”

At that, he finally glances at you.

“Of course. I love you and your cuddles. I could fall asleep right here, so don’t stop playing with my hair,” he coos, reaching for your hand and carefully placing it back on top of his head.

You snort.

“You didn’t change the sheets on the bed just to sleep on the couch, Kim Seungmin.”

“Full name? Ouch.” He sighs dramatically, but he’s already pushing himself up from the couch, still holding your hand as he tugs you with him toward the bedroom. “But you’re right.”

He stretches his arms above his head as he walks, already looking half-asleep.

“I’m going to sleep for twelve hours straight.”

“I know you will, baby.”

“And I wish to wake up to the smell of coffee and pancakes,” he adds.

You roll your eyes.

“Of course you have demands. Fine. You can have your stupid pancakes.”

“You love me so much,” he says with a coy little smile as he pulls back the duvet and tucks you into the freshly made bed. The sheets smell faintly of lavender, just like he planned.

“You love me even more, you big dork.”

“True,” he replies easily. “You’re so smart.”

“Shut up and sleep, Kim.”

He doesn’t answer.

Instead, he hums softly, sliding under the covers and immediately curling closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck like that’s the most natural place in the world for him to exist. One arm wraps loosely around your waist, warm and heavy.

Within seconds, his breathing evens out.

He falls asleep almost instantly.

And he really does sleep for twelve hours straight.

The next morning, the apartment fills with the smell of fresh coffee and pancakes sizzling softly in the pan.

Because, as ridiculous as he is, Seungmin deserves the world.