a side quest for spectacles
pairing: lee seokmin x fem!reader
synopsis: your boyfriend insists on wearing those unprescriptioned fashion glasses, but he’s still squinting at everything in sight — so you decide to take matters into your own hands. it was suppoed to be a surprise but... he keeps being so sweet, you can’t lie with a straight face. it’s fine. you can still pull this off. probably. (or: my interpretation of how the 'happy dk day glasses' on weverse came to be.)
wc: ~5.0k
genre: fluff, crack, established relationship, idolverse au
warnings: cursing; a few death jokes; reader kicks seungkwan a few times (she loves him, promise); reader, seungkwan and wonwoo are giving dumb, dumber and dumbest energy (in no particular order); dk is confused
a/n: happy (belated) dk day! i just LOVE this piece of merch, i just think it's the cutest thing ever. i wanted a pair so bad but they're already sold out ;-; this is probably the longest fic i've ever written LOL. hope you enjoy <3
“wonwoo, you’re like legally blind right?”
seungkwan, who was sitting across from you at the cafe table, chokes on his americano. wonwoo shoots his coughing friend a glare. this scene seemed all too familiar, and usually ended with himself as the butt end of the joke.
you muster your most innocent face, and your spectacled friend treads the water cautiously, giving you a puzzled look. you could literally hear the gears turning in his head as his brows scrunch together in confusion. “uhh… who’s asking?”
you laugh, rolling your eyes playfully. “relax dude, i’m not trying to attack you first thing in the morning.”
wonwoo sighs, still looking wearily at seungkwan, who was still trying to recover from the unexpected laugh-attack. the poor guy was just caught so off-guard because he was the one usually initiating the jabs at wonwoo, not you.
“i’m just asking because i’ve noticed seokmin squinting more often than he usually does. and it was cute at first-” your two friends roll their eyes when you compliment your boyfriend, seungkwan going the extra mile to start hacking again dramatically to really emphasize his level of disgust. “but i’m afraid he’s doing more harm than good if he doesn’t get a proper pair.”
“hasn’t he been wearing frames recently? i swear i’ve seen some thirst traps on his instagram.” seungkwan questions.
“nah, those are just purely for ‘the look,’” you respond, making quotations with your fingers for the last bit. seungkwan nods in understanding, remembering how dk gushed in awe about how his post interactions skyrocketed just for wearing those fake frames.
you turn your attention back to wonwoo. “i want to get a him a real pair, and wanted to ask you if you’d be down to take me to some of your go-to stores.”
wonwoo hums, taking a sip from his drink. “are you sure you’re not making fun of me for that one insomnia zero scene?”
“dude!” you exclaim, stealing his croissant (which was defencelessly sitting on the plate in front of him) out of spite, ripping off a chunk and plopping it in your mouth, savouring the buttery layers as they practically melted on your tongue. hybe's cafe somehow always gets their hands on the best pastries. you spot seungkwan moving like lightning to shield his own croissant. “god forbid a girl want to do something nice for the love of her life.”
seungkwan pretends to gag again, and you flip him off with a grin.
wonwoo, now croissant-less, sighs. “so much for ‘not attacking wonwoo first thing in the morning.’ remind me again why i’m friends with you?”
“because i’m the only one who is always down to play a 5-stack with you on league.” you respond easily.
“i really need to hit up soobin.” wonwoo grumbles, grabbing the remainder of the croissant out of your hands.
“man,” seungkwan sighs dreamily. “i love that kid.”
“hey, back off, boo.” wonwoo grumbles. “give us introverts a chance.”
you sigh, rubbing your temples. this is exactly why you and your friends can never get anything done. “okay, so are you going to help me get a pair of glasses for seokmin or not?”
wonwoo pretends to think, lips pursed. “what’s in it for me?”
“if you don’t help me,” you say sweetly, “i will call soobin right now and tell him that you think his dog is ugly.”
wonwoo stares at you for what seems like at least three whole minutes. he was probably recalculating his entire understanding of your moral compass. then he sighs, deeps and resigned, like a man about to queue for ranked solo with four randoms and a dream.
“fine,” he says, and your lips curl upwards in triumph. “i’ll help. but only because soobin’s dog is objectively adorable, and i refuse to be painted as some asshole in his mind.”
“wow. theft and extortion.” seungkwan leans back in his chair, his eyes gleaming with barely contained mischief. he looks at you with newfound admiration. “dokyeom hyung decided to date you?”
“watch it,” you warn him, making a show of reaching slowly toward his plate. “you’re awfully close to becoming a victim.”
he immediately grabs his croissant, trying (but failing) to shove the entire thing into his mouth. “touch it and i’ll scream.”
“please do,” wonwoo says dryly. “maybe the barista will finally tell you to stop.”
seungkwan gasps, offended. “i am a paying customer!”
“you’re a paying nuisance,” you shoot back, as he pouts. “but since i love you, you're welcome to join us if you're free, kwan. if we leave now, we can probably get back before dinner!”
"dinner?" wonwoo mutters under his breath. "girl, it's nine in the morning! how long do you think it takes to get a pair of glasses?"
you shrug playfully, ready to make a clean getaway before the conversation devolves into another ten-minute argument when-
even if your memories were wiped clean, every cell in your body would still respond to and recognize that voice. it’s practically branded into your soul. the sound usually wraps you in comfort, makes your heart do a silly little happy dance, and fills your stomach with butterflies.
but not today. today those butterflies are packing their bags and sprinting for the emergency exits.
your boyfriend is only a few steps away, practically glowing as though you had accidentally summoned him just by thinking too hard about soobin’s puppy. honestly, this is on you. you just had to mention a puppy. of course he’d come running.
seokmin is drawn to anything soft and sweet in the world. and somehow the universe keeps returning the favour, because everything soft and sweet seems to lead right back to him.
he’s wearing a simple oversized hoodie and his hair is slightly tousled but he still looks unfairly perfect. and those fake frames perched on his nose? completely non-functional, but absolutely lethal for your heart.
no wonder that instagram post got so many likes.
he squints at the menu board behind you as if it’s personally offending him. you know it's because he's having a hard time reading it. and there goes the magical moment, you think, biting back a smile.
“are you leaving?” seokmin asks, giving up on trying to decipher the menu, and averting his gaze to you.
your plans are about to be threatened by the literal human embodiment of sunshine.
seungkwan’s face splits into a shit-eating grin, and you curse him silently for enjoying your suffering. you’re so stealing his next pastry.
wonwoo’s eyes widen by a millimetre. he might as well be screaming.
“yes!” you say quickly. maybe a little too quickly. shit. “i have, um. an errand!”
“an errand?” seokmin repeats. “with who?”
“with uhh-” your brain short circuits. you glance at your friends like they might throw you a lifeline.
seungkwan sips his americano nonchalantly. wonwoo simply looks at you as though you deserve it for threatening him earlier. you probably did deserve it, but that doesn't stop you from throwing a few more mental curses their way.
“with them,” you finish, waving vaguely at the table like this is a completely normal trio outing and not a carefully orchestrated secret mission.
seokmin’s eyes sparkle and you melt a little. “can i come?”
“no!” you yelp, your panic taking over.
your boyfriend raises an eyebrow.
seungkwan coughs, not because he’s choking this time, but because he’s trying not to laugh.
you clear your throat. “i mean! no, as in… you don’t have to.”
seokmin tilts his head, and you know you're screwed because he can definitely tell that something is up. he knows you too well.
“but i want to.” he says easily, clearly teasing you.
“it’s boring,” you try again, feeling desperate. “we’re just… helping wonwoo.”
“yeah.” wonwoo supplies, without missing a beat.
seungkwan loses it, laughter bursting out of him. “oh my god-”
you whip your head toward wonwoo in pure panic, eyes screaming ‘why would you say that?’
wonwoo shrugs as if to say, ‘you're the one who asked for help.’
seokmin’s gaze drifts to wonwoo’s glasses. he squints. then he squints harder, as if determination alone will conjure understanding.
“you’re getting new glasses?” he asks his friend.
wonwoo nods solemnly. “yes.”
seungkwan wheezes. you kick him under the table. he shuts up immediately.
seokmin looks between the three of you like he’s watching an intense game of ping-pong.
“big day. his life is about to change.” you say, forcing your voice up an octave.
wonwoo plays along. “i need a pair that can handle the burden of seeing seungkwan every day.”
“and,” you add quickly before seungkwan can start cursing out wonwoo. “we need seungkwan’s professional opinion.”
seungkwan’s grin turns feral. “since when did you ever care about my opinion?”
the bastard was doing this on purpose. you fight the urge to kick him again.
seokmin lights up even more. “oh! then i definitely want to come. i’m good at opinions too.”
you laugh, and it comes out a little strangled. “you are. you’re so good at opinions, love.”
seokmin’s smile is so wide and trusting, you immediately feel guilty. you hated lying to him, even if it was for his benefit.
but when you catch him squinting at the menu board behind you again, a fresh wave of determination rolls through you. fine. maybe your boyfriend just volunteered himself as an uninvited add-on to the operation, but who were you to back down now?
seungkwan finishes his americano and stands up dramatically, finally assuming the role you needed him to play. “okay, group outing! i suddenly feel the urge to be helpful.”
he charges ahead towards the building's exit.
“that’s the first sign of the apocalypse.” wonwoo mutters, following his friend.
seokmin falls into step beside you, matching your stride like it’s the most natural thing in the world. you didn’t even have to adjust for him — he just fits perfectly.
“so where are we going?” he asks.
your brain cycles through every option. somewhere you can steer him away from the frame displays. somewhere you can keep him distracted. somewhere that prevents him from realizing this is literally all for him.
“uh,” you start dumbly. “just… around.”
“i don’t mind,” he hums, perfectly unbothered. “as long as i’m around you.”
you basically melt on the spot. that’s not something thing he should be allowed to say out loud. not with that face, not that close, and definitely not without making you want to call the whole mission off just kiss him senseless right there.
seungkwan claps his hands, breaking the moment. “we can start at the mall. there’s like ten optical stores there.”
you choke. “there’s what?”
“he said ‘optical stores.’” wonwoo supplies matter-of-factly. he smirks at you. why do all your friends like to watch you suffer? you make a mental note to put soobin on speed dial.
seungkwan’s eyes widen, realization dawning far too late. you raise your foot menacingly to kick him again.
“okay, okay!” he yelps, putting as much distance between you and himself as possible. “i meant clothing stores!”
seokmin squints at seungkwan. “there are clothing stores called ‘optical?’”
seungkwan’s face goes blank for half a second. you almost miss it because his next smile sells the lie with pure confidence. “yes.”
wonwoo coughs into his fist. “no there aren’t.”
seungkwan ignores him. “yes, hyung. it’s this super trendy concept. like the next labubu.”
seokmin’s eyes widen, definitely not buying it but playing along for seungkwan’s sake. “ohhh.”
you stare at seungkwan in disbelief. he winks at you like this is the epitome of teamwork.
“let’s just go before seungkwan tries to convince us that ‘lenscrafters’ is a streetwear label.” wonwoo sighs, pulling out his phone to order a taxi.
compared to the shenanigans at the cafe, the taxi ride to the mall is surprisingly calm. seungkwan (who was probably up past midnight binge watching a drama) and wonwoo (who was probably also awake past midnight playing games) had decided to take a quick power nap, using each other as makeshift pillows in the very back seat.
you snap a photo of their unassuming forms. the fans on weverse were going to love this.
seokmin turns to you, rubbing circles with his thumb over the back of your hand absentmindedly. “this is fun,” he says. “i like our little side quests.”
he nods, bright-eyed. “like when we sneak out after hours for late-night snacks,” he says, a grin tugging at his mouth, “and it’s meant to be a quick five minute thing... but it somehow turns into one of my favourite memories.”
your heart does a little flip, because he makes anything sound sweet.
seungkwan loops an arm around seokmin’s shoulders from behind, breaking the sweet moment again. wasn’t he just sleeping? you resist the urge to strangle him right there. “exactly! today’s side quest: help wonwoo upgrade his vision.”
"my vision is fine, bro." wonwoo grumbles, still half asleep.
seungkwan eyes wonwoo, “says the person who once waved at a lamp because he thought it was hoshi.”
“that happened one time.”
“go back to sleep!” you scold them, loosening seungkwan’s arms from your boyfriend and throwing them in wonwoo’s direction. they start snoring softly comically fast.
seokmin just keeps smiling, totally unbothered by your friends’ antics, and rests his chin on your shoulder to look to look out the window beside you.
“what does that say?” he whispers to you, pointing at a sign in the distance.
“oh.” he squints harder. “why is it doing that?”
you laugh a little. “it’s not blurry, love.”
he shrugs like it’s no big deal, taking off his fashion frames and tucking them into his pocket.
but something is off, and you notice it. you have been noticing it. he's trying to take in the world around him, but struggling at the blurred lines. those fake frames perched on his nose look good, sure, but… they don’t do anything. they’re a decoy. an accessory that lets him pretend he’s not squinting at the signs as if they were written in another language.
this isn’t just you being dramatic anymore. this is you noticing, for the hundredth time, the way he keeps making himself smaller for the world, when he shouldn’t have to.
you already did the easy part.
somewhere between the hectic schedules of their latest comeback, you had managed to get your hands on seokmin’s prescription. pledis had everyone’s on file since getting them fitted for their coloured contacts. the staff had made all thirteen members get an eye exam that day. it took forever and was nothing short of chaos.
it made you wonder, not for the first time, why seokmin hasn’t just gotten proper glasses.
but now you think you understand.
it isn’t about glasses. not really. it’s about what the glasses mean.
admitting he needs help with something he has always relied on. accepting that the body changes, even when it's been treated kindly. that something as basic as eyesight can blur a little without permission. it’s daunting, especially for someone who tries so hard to be easy, to be fine. for someone who’s always the one making things brighter for others.
you don’t blame him for being a little stubborn. a little avoidant. a little afraid.
but you also don’t plan on letting him keep squinting his way through the world. he'll tire himself out.
you lace your fingers tighter with his.
you navigate the mall, seokmin moving with you naturally, your orbits complimenting each other. your hands are still intertwined.
seungkwan suddenly breaks your train of thought as he skips ahead of you and your boyfriend.
“okay!" he claps his hands with determination. "here's our first stop.”
he is quite literally standing in front of a store selling nothing but glasses.
you halt in your tracks so fast you nearly dislocate something.
seokmin stops too, because he mirrors you without thinking, and when your shoulder bumps into him, he steadies you gently.
“so is this the ‘optical’ thing you were talking about earlier?” your boyfriend asks, curious.
seungkwan whips around, eyes wide. “no.”
“yes.” wonwoo offers at the same time.
seungkwan hisses at him. “shut up if you want to live.”
wonwoo matches his energy with a glare.
you clear your throat, cutting in before they combust. “might as well take a look since we're here. maybe wonwoo will like something.”
you make it less than ten steps into the store before seokmin says, “ow.”
you freeze. “are you alright?”
he’s standing by a display of sunglasses. the lights in the glass display catch on the lenses and the metallic frames, and suddenly he looks a little less like sunshine and a little more like someone who has been staring at the sun for too long.
“is it too bright?” you ask, softer.
“no, i’m fine,” he says immediately, because of course he doesn't want you to worry. then he squints at a price tag. “i just can’t read… tiny things.”
seungkwan leans in. “it says 120,000 won.”
seokmin gasps. “for one pair of sunglasses?”
“two pairs,” wonwoo corrects him.
seokmin looks up at him. “how do you know?”
wonwoo pauses. “because i can see.”
seokmin pouts, then turns back to you because you’re his safe place. “can you read that one for me?”
your heart flutters again.
“yeah,” you say. “i got you.”
you read it for him, and keep reading - another tag, another sign, another label - until you’re naturally moving together through the store.
“oh,” you say a little too loud when the section you’ve been aiming for comes into view. “wonwoo, look! glasses! for you!”
and wonwoo, bless him, does this whole performance where he acts like he’s never seen a pair of glasses before in his life.
“wow,” he says flatly, staring at a row of frames. “glasses.”
a store employee approaches with the smile of someone about to earn a commission. “looking for anything specific today?”
wonwoo says at the exact same time. “no.”
seungkwan yelps in surprise by sudden question, louder than the both of you combined. “maybe?”
the employee’s smile twitches.
“we’re helping my friend pick out new frames.” you say, giving her an apologetic look. you point at wonwoo.
wonwoo nods once. “i am the friend.”
seokmin looks between you and wonwoo, totally amused. “hyung, why do you even need new ones? those look good on you.”
wonwoo adjusts his glasses. “they’ve seen too much.”
“like seungkwan’s face?” you offer.
seungkwan gasps again. “why is everyone bullying me today?”
“because it brings us joy,” wonwoo deadpans.
seokmin laughs, head tipping back, shoulders shaking slightly. it’s the kind of laugh that makes other people smile too, even strangers - even the employee.
she gestures to the display case. “if you’d like, you can try a few styles. do you have a preference? rounder shapes, squares...”
“you better not choose something basic, hyung.” seungkwan says, making a face. “how boring.”
“seungkwan, you wear the same three jackets in rotation.” wonwoo mutters back.
“they’re statement pieces.”
“your statement is: ‘i don’t do laundry.’”
you're about to tell them off for bickering again when seokmin's phone suddenly starts ringing. he jumps a bit in surprise before excusing himself to take the call.
you, seungkwan and wonwoo watch as he runs quickly out of the store. the three of you lock eyes... did that really just happen? talk about perfect timing. it was now or never.
you immediately step closer to the shelf you were pretending to browse earlier, but your hands seem to already know what they’re searching for.
something that compliments him without swallowing his features. something that sits comfortably. something he can wear on and off stage, something that feels like seokmin - warm, inviting, and never too harsh.
you reach for a pair without thinking.
black frames. slightly rounded, a gentle square that wouldn’t make him look too serious. not too thick. not too thin. they would make him look unfairly beautiful.
you hurry back to the employee and whip out seokmin’s prescription.
you don’t normally believe in fate. or miracles. or the universe doing you a solid. but the worker takes one look at the numbers and goes, “oh actually, we have these lenses in the back.”
she nods like this is completely normal, as if she didn’t just hand you the greatest stroke of luck in recorded history. “we can fit them into the frames right now. just give me a minute.”
she leaves, and you subconciously start to worry. because this is a little too perfect. suspiciously perfect. this is the kind of timing that only happens in rom-coms and heist movies.
you look down at the prescription in your hand. maybe you should start believing in miracles.
the door opens and seokmin steps back into the store. the employee returns at the same time, holding the glasses.
for a split second, everything in you goes cold. of course you spoke too soon. luck was never really on your side, was it? not when it mattered.
"here you go," the employee says, gently handing you the glasses. seokmin (damn his long legs) is already beside you, looking at the frames curiously.
“ohhh,” seungkwan says loudly, trying to save you. “those are nice.”
“for wonwoo.” you choke out quickly.
wonwoo doesn’t even look at them. “i don’t want those.”
the employee looks politely confused.
seokmin tilts his head. “why?”
wonwoo says, “i don't think they would suit me.”
your soul leaves your body. what was he doing? you glare at wonwoo with so much heat, you were surprised he hadn't melted into a puddle.
wonwoo meets your stare and gives you the smallest knowing smile. he has no idea you’re fully capable of making sure he never finds a decent league queue again for the rest of his life.
seungkwan whispers, “we’re all gonna die.”
you force a laugh. “haha. he’s joking.”
you step on wonwoo’s foot. he doesn’t even flinch. he just sips his drink through the straw like a psychopath.
the employee clears her throat gently. “so, is he not going to try them on?”
your mouth opens, but no sound comes out. you honestly have no idea what to say anymore. seokmin, however, brightens beside you.
“can i try?” he asks, already reaching.
your brain screams at you to move, but he’s too fast. he takes the frames from your hands carefully, and then he slides them onto his face.
and then his world shifts. he stops squinting.
he blinks once. then again. his shoulders loosen like someone just took a weight off them.
he looks at you. actually looks.
and his eyes go a little wider, because the world sharpened and he didn’t realize how fuzzy it had been until now.
wonwoo quietly says, “there it is.”
your boyfriend turns toward the mirror. if he was being completely honest with himself, whenever he wore his fashion frames, he couldn't really see what he looked like with them on, not unless he was practically kissing the mirror.
but now? he’s surprised he looks quite normal. good, even. like this version of him has always existed and he just hadn’t met him yet.
“i look…” he starts, then trails off, lips parting.
“hot,” seungkwan supplies instantly, staring at his friend, unblinking.
you hide your face in your hands.
“what? i’m not wrong!” he points at seokmin. “you look like the guy in a romance drama who steals the female lead’s heart by being kind and also having excellent bone structure!”
seokmin laughs, embarrassed, reaching up to touch the glasses. “they’re nice.”
“especially because your girlfriend picked them for you,” wonwoo murmers.
seokmin turns back to you, expression softening. “did you plan all of this?”
your stomach flips, and you forget how to breathe. but you try to play it off, because you’re committed to the bit. even if the bit was set on fire ages ago.
“this,” he says, gesturing vaguely at the frames, the store, your friends, the whole mess. “this side quest.”
wonwoo and seungkwan both cough up obnoxiously loud ‘yeses’ under their breath.
you glare at both of them. “no.”
seokmin’s eyes sparkle, but now there’s something else under it. something warm and knowing.
“you noticed,” he says quietly.
“i notice everything about you,” you reply, just loud enough for him to hear.
seokmin smiles, small and a little shy. “i didn’t want to say anything. because it’s stupid.”
“it’s not stupid,” you say immediately.
“it is,” he insists, but his voice is soft. “it was just a bit of squinting. it’s fine.”
“it’s not fine,” you say, and you surprise yourself with how firm it comes out. you step closer, fingers hovering near his cheek, near the edge of the frames. “you’ve been rubbing your eyes. you’ve been leaning into signs like you’re trying to fight them. you get headaches and pretend you don’t.”
seokmin blinks, caught right-handed.
your friends are watching the scene, both chanting, “get him!”
seokmin makes a tiny pout. “you’re all against me.”
“no,” you say, voice softening again. “we’re for you.”
he looks at you like you just handed him a piece of himself. in a way, you did.
"thank you, love." seokmin says, wrapping you up in a hug.
you smile gently. “you're welcome, baby.”
seungkwan whistles. “she said baby!”
“i will kill you,” you hiss.
the employee offers to make sure the frames fit seokmin perfectly before you leave. as you wait, seungkwan tries on the ugliest frames in the store.
“rate me,” he demands, strutting around in neon green rectangular frames.
wonwoo frowns. “you're in the negatives.”
seokmin, watching his friends out of the corner of his eye, laughs so hard he snorts.
after you pay (because you refuse to let seokmin pay for something you literally ambushed him into), you all end up back at the hybe cafe because seungkwan claims he ‘needs carbs to recover from emotional trauma.’
as you’re sitting at the table enjoying your sparkling ade (and with wonwoo and seungkwan finally enjoying their croissants in peace), seokmin keeps looking at you. it’s as if he still can’t believe he gets to see you this clearly. it makes your stomach flutter in a way that is absolutely unhelpful in public.
“you really picked these for me,” he says again, quieter this time, like he’s still processing it.
you nod, stirring your drink. “i did.”
he smiles. “i love them.”
seungkwan makes another gagging noise. “you guys are disgusting.”
wonwoo, glares at his member. “leave. you’re ruining the romance.”
seungkwan throws a napkin at him.
seokmin leans closer to you, voice dropping like he’s sharing a secret. “i have an idea.”
you tilt your head. “what are you thinking?”
“what if i add something? maybe an engraving? to personalize it even more.” he suggests, smiling shyly.
seungkwan’s eyes widen. “oh my god. like those fancy glasses sets.”
seokmin brightens instantly. “yes! i’m thinking something inside the arm to make it subtle.”
“what would you engrave?” wonwoo asks, looking up from his phone, interest piqued.
seokmin looks at you, and his smile turns playful. then he asks softly, like it’s just for you, “did you have a happy day today?”
you pause, totally caught off guard. it’s such a simple question, but it feels like he’s asking something bigger too. like he’s asking if you felt loved.
“yeah,” you whisper back. “i did.”
seungkwan clutches his croissant dramatically. “he’s insane.”
“that’s actually really cute.” wonwoo says, gently hitting seungkwan's shoulder to shut him up.
seokmin starts listing off a few other things, “okay, hear me out. i'm going to need a cleaning cloth. i'm thinking sky blue.”
“love it!” seungkwan cheers, vibrating with excitement. or maybe it was too much caffeine. he is nursing his third iced americano of the day.
“black case?” wonwoo offers.
seokmin snaps his fingers. “yes!"
“you three are making it sound like merch.” you tease lightly.
your boyfriend’s eyes go wide.
wonwoo raises his eyebrows. “oh.”
seungkwan’s jaw drops. “oh my god.”
seokmin leans forward, eyes shining. “what if i make it my birthday merch?”
“what?” you whisper, half-laughing, half-stunned.
“because it’s meaningful,” he says, already committed. “and useful. and it comes with a secret story.”
he touches his frames gently, his eyes never leaving yours. your heart does a backflip. of course he would take something practical and turn it into something sentimental and collectible. it’s just so seokmin of him.
seungkwan is losing his mind. “imagine the photocard concept! imagine the packaging!”
wonwoo, logical as always, says, “you’d have to run it by the team.”
seokmin’s eyes sparkle with determination. “i’m going to.”
seungkwan grabs his phone. “i’ll call someone.”
“don’t!” you say, panicked.
seungkwan grins. “too late.”
you reach for his phone. he holds it above his head. wonwoo goes out of his way to shield seungkwan from you.
“give it to me,” you demand.
“no,” he says playfully. “this is history.”
you turn to your boyfriend with desperation. “are you sure about this?”
seokmin laughs, bright and delighted, and pulls you into a hug as though he is anchoring himself to you. “it’s okay,” he murmurs. “let them.”
you groan. “you’re all insane.”
seokmin squeezes your hand. “maybe. but you started it.”
