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i watched the seat yesterday anD YESS KIMI MY LOVE
hehe don't mind me
this is because i'm like 99% sure that i saw you like a max verstappen post but i might be wrong cuz it was from like a month ago or smth
and idk if we're moots yet but i'm open to it cuz you're one of my fav authors on this app :))
YES YES HI. OMG I THINK YOU SAW ME ON ONE OF LYNN'S POST HAHAHAHAGHA. I am very mich fan of f1 too. So yeah. I read tjose focs too but rarely interact on them. My fave racer is TALL HAHAHAHAHAHAHA But I also watch Kimi, Max, and Landon.
YES. Actually I have been thinking how we became moots because I think I haven't seen your username. Have you recently changed yours 😭😭😭 I'M SO SO SORRY.
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⋆。°✩ ❝ Love's a race. But sometimes, the hardest thing to win is your own heart. ❞
# zero : criminal
⋆。°✩ paring: non-idol bang chan x original character
⋆。°✩ synopsis: han areum was raised to be perfect—future heiress, model daughter, untouched by scandal. but beneath the surface, she hides a secret that makes her heart race at the thought. her life is flipped upside down when she meets a mysterious man, and their bond is only forced closer as time ages. but somewhere in between the confusion and the lies, things start to feel dangerously real.
⋆。°✩ warnings: smut, graphic depiction of sexual act, profanity, alcohol consumption, sex talk/jokes, suggestive
⋆。°✩ genre: romance, angst, fluff
Speeding down the lane, Areum watched him out of the corner of her eye. He was lounging on the bleachers, a gentle breeze ruffling his curly blonde hair. Anyone who saw him would have thought he was on his phone, from the way it was propped in front of him, but Areum wasn't just anyone.His leg bounced up and down arrhythmically.
He shifted, just enough to get a better view as she raced around the track. His eyes darted back and forth between Areum and her best friend, who stood at the finish as he timed her laps.
Rolling her eyes, Areum pushed past the finish line harshly, kicking up a wave of dust. Coughing theatrically, her best friend made his way over to where she was climbing out of her car.
"That wasn't bad. It only took you 1:30.224 to complete 3 miles." Heeseung remarked sarcastically, throwing his hands up in the air in mock desperation.
"Compared to you, 1 minute and 30 seconds is legendary considering you can't even drive." Areum shot back, pulling off her helmet.
"Touché." Heeseung confessed, then he leaned slightly to whisper in her ear.
"He's been here for quite a while."
"I know," Areum scrunched her eyebrows up, placing her hands on her hips to stabilize herself. "I'll take care of it."
Heeseung nodded, and Areum tossed him her helmet.
"Put it back in the rack." Areum ordered, striding towards the man at the bleachers. He looked up, tucking his phone into his pocket as she approached.
"What's your fucking problem?" his eyes widened slightly at her demanding tone, but all traces of shock dissipated and were replaced by a cocky smile.
"Was it ever a crime to admire someone?" he challenged, tilting his head with confidence.
"Without consent? Yes." Areum pressed, crossing her arms.
"Then I'm a criminal." he beamed cockily, holding his hands together as if challenging her to handcuff him. "Care to escort me to jail?"
Speechless, Areum simply scoffed before turning around to walk away. Behind her, he began to read off a list of numbers. She didn't move, wondering if it was a prank.
"Bang Chan."
"Text me if you're interested in professional racing."
Areum heard his footsteps recede as he walked back to his car.
⋆。°✩ paring: non-idol bang chan x original character
⋆。°✩ synopsis: han areum was raised to be perfect—future heiress, model daughter, untouched by scandal. but beneath the surface, she hides a secret that makes her heart race at the thought. her life is flipped upside down when she meets a mysterious man, and their bond is only forced closer as time ages. but somewhere in between the confusion and the lies, things start to feel dangerously real.
⋆。°✩ warnings: smut, graphic depiction of sexual act, profanity, alcohol consumption, sex talk/jokes, suggestive
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a series of phone calls with increasing time zones, proving that not even distance can break true love
idol!seungmin x reader, 5k words, fluff, long-distance au (seungmin on tour), angst, one argument, explicit themes but not graphic!! (implied masturbation, sexual intercourse) so mdni!
you both knew tour was going to be a challenge. the time zones, the silence between texts, being apart for too long.
but real love sticks. real love dials in the middle of the night with a sleepy voice and a hotel duvet pulled up to his chin. seungmin is in australia. one hour ahead of you.
“hey, baby” seungmin whispers, the sound barely above the static. “you still awake?”
you roll onto your back, staring at your ceiling like it might answer for you. “yeah.”
“did you cry?” he asks gently. not mocking but curious, like he’s asking about the weather.
“a little,” you admit, voice barely holding. “why are you so hard to sleep without?”
he exhale. “i don’t know,” he says, “maybe i cursed you.”
“maybe,” you whisper back.
there’s silence for a while. not awkward. just full.
then, “han jisung is asleep like two feet away, and if he hears me say sappy shit he’s gonna roast me into another dimension.”
you smile a little.
“but,” seungmin adds, quieter now, “i miss you. like. a lot.”
you close your eyes. “don’t whisper like that. it makes it worse.”
“oh? does it?” he says as his voice dips lower. “what, like this?”
“seungmin.”
“i can picture your face right now” he says with a light chuckle.
you groan into your pillow. “i hate you.”
“no you don’t.”
“no,” you sigh. “i don’t.”
“i’ll call you again tomorrow night,” he murmurs, yawn crawling into his voice. “maybe i’ll read you the hotel shampoo ingredients like poetry.”
“that’s so romantic.”
"i know. i’m basically shakespeare,” he whispers, smug and sleepy.
you let out a soft laugh. “then what’s your sonnet about tonight, romeo?”
“hm.” there's a pause. you hear the rustle of sheets as he shifts, the soft creak of the bed frame. “ode to the cotton bed sheets that smell like lavender.”
you snort. “beautiful.”
“i try,” he says. “for you.”
your throat tightens at that. it’s so quiet on the other end, and you can almost picture him—eyes half-lidded, phone pressed to his cheek, hair messy from the long day, the glow of the hallway light slipping through the crack under the hotel door.
“you should sleep,” you say.
“you should stop sounding like you’re about to cry again,” he says.
you blink fast. “sorry.”
“don’t be,” he says. “it hurts for me too. more than i wanna say out loud because jisung has ears like a bat.”
“tell him i said hi.”
“i will. in the morning. right now, i’m all yours.”
you smile into your pillow. “even if you’re like... thousands of miles away?”
“distance isn’t real,” he says, like it’s obvious. “you’re in my phone, in my head, and in my heart.”
you murmur, fingers curling in the sheets. "i love you."
you can hear him smile. not the smug kind. the quiet one, the one he saves for you.
"i know," he whispers. "i know, baby. i love you too."
your eyes sting again.
“i wanna hear you say goodnight, before i go,” he says softly. “like i’m still right there.”
you tuck your face into your pillow, pretending he is.
you whisper, “goodnight, seungmin.”
he lets out a long exhale. “again.”
“goodnight, minnie.”
“one more time,” he murmurs, voice already halfway to sleep.
you smile, heart squeezing. “goodnight, love.”
“mmm,” he hums, already slipping under. “that one’s my favorite.”
the call doesn’t end. he never hangs up first. not when he’s on tour. not when you’re the only quiet thing that feels like home.
seungmin was always your plumber. doing it alone felt harder than it should’ve.
"okay, okay—stop. stop touching it. you're gonna break it."
"i have to touch it, kim seungmin.” you huff in frustration adding a mocking tone to his name.
“not when you’re doing it like that.”
“how would you know? you’re in a limousine.”
on the other end of the call, there’s a soft rustling of leather seats, then a distant snort of laughter—probably changbin. then hyunjin’s unmistakable voice in the background.
you roll your eyes and crouch down by the sink again. “just walk me through it.”
you hear him sigh dramatically. “you're gonna need both of your hands. you’re holding the flashlight with your mouth, right?”
“yeah.” you say, slightly muffled
“cute,” he says.
you smile.
“okay, now reach in with your left hand, gently, and find the little hex socket.”
“the what?”
“the six-sided bolt, babe.”
you find it. “got it.”
“good. now take the wrench, the L-shaped one. the baby wrench.”
you laugh around the flashlight. “you mean the allen key?”
“i said what i said.”
you fit it into place, and it clicks. "what now?"
“turn it slowly. coax it back to life.”
“you’re stupid.”
“you’re smiling.”
he’s right. you are.
the background laughter comes again, through your phone. you take the flashlight out of your mouth and furrow your eyebrows, now glaring at the phone.
seungmin huffs. “ignore them. they’re just mad no one calls them to fix things with love and precision.”
“why love?”
“you think i’d be guiding you through garbage disposal in a limousine if i wasn’t in love with you?”
you pause. heart full. “i love you too, minnie.”
“i know,” he says. “now finish the job, so you can text me a picture when it works and i can brag to those idiots about how you’re the best mechanic alive.”
“deal,” you grin.
"and hey?"
"yeah?"
“don’t go getting too good at this independent thing without me, alright? you’ll end up not needing me anymore.”
you roll your eyes fondly. “bye, seungmin.”
“bye, love.”
your phone buzzes unexpectedly—no text, no facetime request, just a straight-up call. that never happens unless something’s wrong.
“hello?”
you hear a shaky inhale on the other end of the line. not completely panicked, but definitely not seungmin’s usual hello either.
“minnie?” you say, sitting up straighter. “everything okay?”
he exhales again, this time more controlled, like he’s trying to reset himself mid-breath. “yeah, sorry, i just—sorry, this is gonna sound really dumb.”
“are you okay?” you ask again, softer this time.
“yeah. yeah, i just—” he pauses, like he’s choosing his words carefully. “we were walking into this venue, right? and i wasn’t thinking, just messing around with jeongin, and suddenly…”
he trails off.
“suddenly?” you prompt.
“i caught this scent. like perfume. i don’t know who it was, just someone walking by, but it,” he lets out a shaky breath. “it smelled so much like you.”
your heart clenches. “me?”
“yeah,” he says, voice low, almost like he’s embarrassed. “and i just, i didn't know i could recognize it so easily, y’know? i never paid attention to that stuff before. but it hit me so fast. like my brain was like, oh, she’s here, and i looked around like an idiot.”
you’re quiet, lips curling into something helpless and warm. “you’re so cute.”
“shut up,” he mutters, and it sounds half-defensive, half-melting. “i was just—i don’t know, kind of spiraling.”
“i should’ve given you the bottle before you left,” you murmur. “you could’ve sprayed it on your pillow or something. maybe your hoodie. made it easier.”
“okay well, actually,” he says, suddenly brisk. “i’m in a fragrance store right now.”
your eyebrows shoot up. “what?”
“i literally walked away from the guys and came in here. i don’t even know what i’m doing.”
you’re smiling so hard your cheeks hurt. “so you called me to ask what perfume i use?”
“maybe,” he says quietly. “maybe i just wanted to hear your voice while i looked for you in a bottle.”
you bury your face in your hand. “seungmin.”
“don’t make it a thing,” he grumbles, but his voice is soft again. “just tell me what it is. i wanna spray it on my wrist or my hoodie or something, and maybe then i won’t look around every time i smell it.”
you tell him, and he repeats it back softly, twice—like he’s memorizing it.
“okay,” he says, “i found it.”
you smile into the phone. “go on then, give it a try. you gotta confirm it’s really me.”
there’s a little silence. the soft pop of the sample nozzle. then—
he gets quiet.
too quiet.
you wait, lips parted, holding your breath like the silence might break if you exhale too hard.
“minnie?” you say gently.
on the other end of the line, there’s a small rustle—like he’s pulling the test strip closer—and then a faint breath, nearly soundless.
“...yeah,” he says, but it’s barely there. hushed. careful.
“is it the right one?” you ask, smiling even though you can’t see him.
another pause.
“it feels like you’re right here.”
you chest tightens.
another rustle—probably him turning away from the counter, footsteps echoing as he walks deeper into the store.
“i need to hang up.”
you blink. “wait, what? why—”
“just—thank you,” he says, quickly, like it hurts. “seriously. thank you.”
“min—”
but the line clicks before you can finish.
your phone rings just as you're brushing your teeth, screen lighting up with minnie calling. it’s early—too early for your brain to do much thinking—but your heart wakes up faster than the rest of you.
you swipe the call and press it to your ear, foam still in your mouth.
“hi, seungmin,” you mumble around your toothbrush, voice muffled and lazy.
he doesn't answer right away. just… breathes.
low. slow. deliberate.
you pause mid-brush. “...minnie?”
“baby,” he says, and something about his voice makes your hand freeze midair. deeper than usual. lower. like he’s under the covers, talking into the pillow.
“what time is it over there?”
“past midnight.”
“shouldn’t you be sleeping?”
a quiet chuckle. “couldn’t. been thinking about you.”
your cheeks warm instantly as you flicked the light switch and made your way to your bedroom.
“earlier today, your scent,” he adds, voice dragging a little now, like he’s letting each word settle before moving on. “you really messed me up with that.”
you sit down on the edge of your bed, heart pounding. “what are you doing?”
he inhales, slow—like he’s giving you a hint without actually saying anything.
“mm… i'm in bed,” he says, voice velvety. “lights are off. window’s open a little.”
you smile, because he’s playing. “and?”
he’s silent for a beat. then—softly, “jisung’s not here.” his designated hotel roommate.
you lean back into your pillow, a little breath catching in your throat. “where is he?”
“went to see chan. they’re doing a livestream in his room.” a pause. “won’t be back for a while.”
you don’t say anything—can’t, really—but the line’s quiet in that loaded kind of way. your breath hitches just enough.
he hears it.
“you gonna keep pretending you don’t know what i’m doing?” he says, voice dipping into something firmer, smoother. “or are you gonna be good and ask me what i want you to do?”
your legs press together on instinct, pulse suddenly very loud in your ears.
“we haven’t had a call like this yet,” you whisper, your voice barely holding steady.
“i know, baby. for now just stay with me.”
distance could do terrible things to people who loved each other. it stretched silence into assumptions, turned waiting into resentment, made every little misstep feel like betrayal.
and tonight, it was doing its worst.
“i just don’t get why you didn’t say anything,” you snap, hands gripping the steering wheel. “you waited until now to bring this up?”
“because i knew you’d react like this,” seungmin fires back, voice tight, like he’s trying not to be overheard.
“like what? like i have a problem with you being honest?”
“no,” he says, “like you twist it into something about you. like you always do.”
“wow.” you pause. blink. “don't have soundcheck right now?”
“yes.”
“then why the hell did you call me now if you don’t even have time to talk about this properly?”
“because it’s been eating me alive and i didn’t want to go on stage feeling like this, okay?” his voice wavers. not loud. just frayed.
you exhale, eyes stinging. “i’m not your emotional dumping ground.”
you suck in a shaky breath, throat tight.
“and you could’ve talked about this without raising your voice at me,” you say, quieter now.
there’s silence on the line.
you hear him shift, maybe press his palm over the phone. muffled voices in the background—staff calling him.
“anyway,” you continue, forcing the tremble out of your voice. “i don’t want to bring you down before your show.”
he’s still silent.
“i’m sorry, seungmin. i really am.” your voice softens further. “i love you. are we good?”
a beat. then—
“yeah, i'm sorry too. we’re good.”
your heart clenches.
you wait.
just for a second.
just long enough to hope he says it back.
but he doesn’t.
the line goes dead.
you sit there, phone still pressed to your ear, staring at nothing.
it’s been hours. half a day, maybe more.
you haven’t heard from him since.
you’re at your desk, legs curled under your chair, coffee cold, unread emails glowing in tabs you haven’t touched.
your phone buzzes.
seungmin: just got back. wanna call?
you stare at the message, thumb hovering.
you: it’s late over there
a few seconds later:
seungmin: it’s alright. are you busy?
you glance around your office—empty, quiet, dim with the afternoon light pooling through the blinds. the answer’s obvious.
you: no.
the typing bubble appears. disappears. then your screen lights up.
incoming call. your heart skips.
you hesitate just a moment but you answer anyway.
“hey,” he says softly, voice scratchy, tired.
you don’t say anything right away.
he waits.
“you should be asleep,” you murmur.
he chuckles faintly. “couldn’t. been thinking about you.”
you exhale, shoulders dropping just a little. “me too.”
“yeah?”
“yeah.”
you rest your chin on your hand, eyes tracing the little scratches on your desk, voice still quiet. “how was the concert?”
he breathes out a small laugh. “we did well. it was great.”
“were you tired during the dance sets?” you ask gently, genuinely. “you didn’t sound winded, but i know you’ve been pushing your knee too hard.”
there’s a pause.
he says, voice low with something like awe. “yeah, it was sore. but i iced it after. chan made me”
you laugh.
then, soft again, he says, “i’m sorry.”
you close your eyes. “me too.”
and it’s not everything, not the whole conversation. but it’s enough for now.
“i love you,” you whisper, trying again.
you can hear him smiling, even through the static.
“i love you too,” he says. “so much.”
you smile back, cheeks warm and aching in the best way.
but then—softly, almost before you mean to say it.
“i don’t wanna get used to this.”
there’s a pause. the kind that makes your throat tighten.
“used to what?” he asks gently.
you swallow. “being apart from you.”
he breathes in through his nose. slowly. “you think that’s happening?”
you shrug, even though he can’t see you. “some days it’s easier. and i hate that. like… am i supposed to be okay with not hearing your voice until midnight? with seeing you through screens more than in person?”
he doesn’t answer right away. just listens.
so you go on, voice smaller now. “are we starting to miss each other less?”
and then he says it, soft but sure.
“no.”
“i’m scared i’m gonna,” you admit, a little too quietly.
he exhales. “you won’t.”
“how do you know?”
“because i’m still here,” he says. “and every time you call, every time you say my name, it still feels like the first time. i’m never gonna be something you forget how to want.”
you blink fast, throat thick.
“even if it gets easier,” he adds, “it doesn’t mean it means less. it just means we’re learning how to carry it better.”
you nod, tears prickling—but this time, they feel okay.
safe.
like love you can live inside of.
“you’re still the first thing i think about,” you whisper.
“good,” he murmurs. “same.”
you pick up and immediately the screen is sideways, showing a very blurry jisung laughing so hard he’s bent over the hotel bed.
"hellooooo," jisung yells directly into the phone.
you blink. "uh… hi?"
the screen rights itself. seungmin appears—barefaced, hair messy, eyes way too shiny to be sober. he’s lying on his stomach, chin squished into a pillow, voice soft and dangerously sweet.
“hi, baby,” he says, all low and slurred and dangerous.
“oh no,” you whisper. “how drunk are you two?”
“not drunk,” he insists.
“he’s drunk,” jisung confirms helpfully, popping into frame again and waving.
“shut up,” seungmin mumbles, blindly swatting at him.
you snort. “what’s happening over there?”
“he has something to tell you,” jisung says smugly.
seungmin groans, burying half his face in the blanket. “jisung…”
“tell her what you told me,” jisung insists.
“han jisung, shut your entire mouth.”
“too late. he said—” jisung gasps dramatically, clutching his chest. “‘if she were here right now I’d let her ruin my life.’”
a beat of silence.
then seungmin smacks him off camera with a pillow.
seungmin flips back into frame, completely disheveled and pouty. “seriously, come over sweetpea.”
“i’m in a different country.”
“weak excuse,” he grumbles, already rolling over onto his side like the call’s exhausting him.
jisung peeks in again, holding up a half-eaten macaron. “if you were here, we’d give you one of these.”
you laugh, cheeks sore from smiling.
“save some for me then,” you say, voice soft but playful.
seungmin doesn’t hear it—he’s already buried back into the pillow, mumbling something incoherent about what the bed smells like.
but jisung hears it.
he freezes, mid-bite, eyes snapping to the screen.
you meet his gaze.
he widens his eyes, mouthing: really?
you bite back a smile and give the tiniest, most deliberate nod.
his entire face lights up, but then he clamps his mouth shut, physically slaps a hand over it, and glances at Seungmin, who’s currently face down and humming the mario kart theme into the blanket.
“oh my god,” Jisung mouths again, silently losing it.
you put a finger to your lips, shhh.
he nods rapidly, then mimes zipping his lips and throwing the key.
seungmin groans. “why is it so quiet now? what—are you guys passing notes like it’s high school?”
“no,” jisung says, biting into his macaron and struggling not to beam.
seungmin rolls over again, squinting. “weirdos.”
you just smile.
“see you soon,” you whisper, quiet enough that only jisung catches it.
and he grins like he’s holding the world’s best secret. because he is.
the screen lights up with a familiar facetime ring.
you answer, already smiling. “hi.”
seungmin's face appears—dim lighting, hoodie up, hair messy like he’s been running his hands through it all night. he’s lying on his side in bed, camera slightly tilted. there’s a stillness to him tonight. the kind that feels heavier than silence.
“hey,” he says, voice low. a little tired. a little distant.
you tuck your legs underneath you on the couch. “how long’s it been now?”
he doesn’t even pause to think. “five months.”
you nod. “we’re halfway.”
“only halfway.”
your breath catches at that. you weren’t expecting him to say it like that—like it’s a sentence.
you sigh, fingers tightening around your phone. “yeah.”
for a moment, neither of you say anything.
“i know you’re tired,” you say gently.
“i’m fine,” he replies, but there’s no weight behind it. like he’s used to pretending. “it just… feels really far tonight.”
you nod slowly, throat tight. “i know. it feels far for me too.”
he looks at you for a second longer—eyes a little glassy, lips parted like he’s about to say something, then thinks better of it.
but he does.
“i miss you, sweetheart.”
your breath catches in your chest.
he rarely calls you that. only when he means it. when he’s feeling something he doesn’t know how to explain in full sentences.
you swallow hard. “soon.”
he nods, slow. “yeah. soon.”
he has no idea just how soon.
no idea that your suitcase is already packed. that your flight lands tomorrow morning. that the hotel front desk already has your name and a keycard.
and as he murmurs, “i wish i could hold your hand right now,”
you smile.
“you will,” you say softly.
you keep replaying it in your head—seungmin’s face when he saw you in the crowd. that second of shock, then the dumbest grin as he stumbled over a lyric and tried to play it off like he meant to do that. you’d almost cried. almost.
and now it’s past midnight, the concert hours behind you, and you know he’s taken his time wiping off the sweat and glitter of it all, probably still tangled in post-show chaos and crew goodbyes.
which is why, when you hear the knock at your hotel room door, your heart does that fluttery thing. you don’t even hesitate—you’re off the bed in seconds, bare feet padding across the floor, and you already know who it is before you check the peephole.
you open the door.
and there he is.
hair slightly damp, hoodie pulled low over his forehead, backpack slung over one shoulder. tired eyes—but shining. always shining when they’re on you.
most of his face is hidden in the shadows of the hood, just the curve of his cheekbone catching the hallway light. you can’t really see him, not fully. but you’d know that silhouette anywhere.
you don’t even get a word out. he drops his bag, wraps his arms around you, and pulls you into him like you’re the only thing holding him up. you let out a small squeal, laughing, your arms looping around his neck just as he lifts you straight off the ground.
“seungmin!” you giggle as he spins you in a circle, your feet kicking in the air.
“i missed you,” he breathes into your shoulder before setting you down slowly. “oh, i missed you so bad.”
once your feet touch the carpet, you're grabbing the front of his hoodie and tugging him inside. the door swings shut behind him with a soft click, and before he can blink, you’re kissing him.
he melts immediately, like he’s been waiting all night for this because he has. his hands slide back around your waist, pulling you in tighter and you giggle into it—completely overwhelmed and completely in love.
he stumbles forward a little, still kissing you, until your back hits the wall with a muted thud. you gasp softly into his mouth, grinning now as he presses into you, and he pulls back just enough to look at you, dazed.
“what…” he breathes, his lips brushing yours, “…what are you doing here?”
you blink at him, still catching your breath, still grinning. “i wanted to come surprise you.”
he just stares at you for a beat, like he’s trying to figure out if you’re real. then he exhales sharply, shaking his head. “you’re a crazy, crazy girl, you know right?”
“you think i’d let you go out of the country for ten months and not visit you?” you say, voice light. “you really thought i could go that long without seeing your dumb face?”
he doesn’t answer. just lets out this soft, wrecked little sound—half-laugh, half-sigh—as he wraps his arms around you again, tighter this time. he buries his face into your hoodie, right against your collarbone. you hug him back instantly, arms wrapping under his and holding him close. he clings. like he’s cold and you’re the only source of warmth he’ll ever need.
“come on,” you murmur, one hand coming up to cradle the back of his head gently. “let me see you, now.”
he shakes his head against you, just the tiniest movement. doesn’t loosen his grip. doesn’t lift his head.
“seungmin,” you whisper again, a little firmer, leaning back slightly so you can reach up and tug his hood down.
the fabric falls away. his hair’s tousled, still a little damp from a shower or maybe the rain outside, and his face is hidden—tilted down, eyes trained on the floor. he still hasn’t looked at you properly.
all he does is lift his hand up to his face. wipes at his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie. you catch the tremble in his fingers.
a sniffle.
“oh, minnie…” you whisper, your heart cracking wide open.
despite the way he towers over you, he looks smaller, his head bowed low like he’s trying to disappear into himself.
you coo softly, barely a sound.
that does it.
he lets out this weak, shaky sigh like he’s been holding it in since the moment he saw you at the concert, maybe longer—and your chest seizes with it. he turns his face just slightly, burying it into your shoulder again, arms wrapping tight around your waist like he's scared you'll vanish if he lets go.
your hands are already moving—one smoothing over his back, the other stroking his hair—your body swaying with his as he starts to let out shaky, quiet gasps.
he sniffles again, shoulders still trembling, but when he finally speaks, it’s muffled into your hoodie. “the members were betting on me. on whether or not i’d cry when i saw you.”
you let out a little laugh and reach up to cup his cheeks, gently swiping away the fresh tears still clinging to his lashes. “and who said you wouldn’t cry?”
he hesitates. “me.”
you laugh again—soft and a little breathless—as your thumbs brush gently under his eyes. “of course you did,” you murmur, fingers sliding up to smooth through his damp hair.
he lets out a weak chuckle, eyes fluttering closed at your touch. he leans into your hand for a second before straightening up a bit, pulling his shoulders back like he’s trying to regain a sliver of composure.
even now, red-eyed and sniffling, there’s still something solid about him. the way he holds you, the way he stands just a bit in front of you like he’d protect you from the world if it even looked at you wrong.
seungmin's lips part, like he wants to say something but the words won’t come. instead, he just stares at you, eyes darting across your face like he’s trying to take in every inch of you he’s missed. like he’s scared you’ll be gone if he blinks too long.
“you have no idea how much i needed this,” he whispers.
you step closer, hands finding his again. “that's why i'm here.”
he shakes his head, fingers tightening around yours. “no, like—” he exhales hard, eyes shining as he glances down at your joined hands. “you don’t get it. every night, i’d come back and just... lie on the hotel bed and pretend you were next to me. i missed everything. your voice, your stupid little yawns, the way you poke me when i zone out.”
you let out a laugh, watery and soft. “i do not poke you.”
“you do,” he insists, eyes wide like it’s the most important fact in the world. “you go like this—” he imitates a jab to your side, making you laugh and swat his arm. he chuckles, bright and breathless, and then quiets.
your heart flutters and you don’t even try to hide how it shows on your face. you tug his hand and backpedal toward the bed, flopping onto it with a gentle bounce. propped up on your elbows, you tilt your head at him. “c’mere.”
seungmin shrugs off his backpack, then tugs his hoodie off by the back—grabbing it near the collar and pulling it over in one smooth, practiced motion. he holds it in front of him for a second, then slips out of the sleeves with the opposite hand.
his t-shirt clings in places and hangs loose in others, fabric soft and worn and framing the lean lines of his torso. your eyes fall on the way it shifts with every movement—subtle dips of collarbone, the slight curve of his waist.
your fingers curl slightly in the blanket beneath you as he steps closer, and your breath hitches. you missed him. not just his face or his voice, but all of him—how he moves, how he fills the space around you like no one else can.
seungmin gets onto the bed. the second he's close enough, your fingertips graze his forearm, his side, like you’re checking if he’s really here.
then he leans in, arms bracketing either side of your body, and your whole world narrows to just the space between you, until finally his lips brush against yours.
it’s soft. barely even a kiss at first, more like the ghost of one, like he’s still afraid he’ll break the moment if he moves too fast. but you kiss him back, and then he presses in more fully. it's full of all the things you’ve both been trying not to say out loud.
he kisses you again, and again, each one a little deeper than the last—like he’s making up for every single day you were apart. one hand comes up to cradle your jaw, his thumb sweeping tender over your cheek.
“i love you so much,” he whispers, like it’s a confession. like it still stuns him just how badly he felt it.
you nod, blinking back the sudden sting behind your eyes. “i love you too.”
he exhales shakily, and then he kisses you once more—slow, full of longing—and you swear you feel the world right itself a little, just because he’s here.
he pulls away, just slightly, and rests his forehead against yours. your noses bump, and he closes his eyes, smiling so softly it barely lifts the corners of his mouth. “i was scared you’d forget about me.”
you shake your head, hand settling over his heart. “you’re impossible to forget. trust me, i tried.”
“me too,” he breathes. “it was unbearable sometimes.”
you tilt your chin up and kiss the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, slow and lingering. his skin is warm under your lips, and you feel him exhale shakily, his body softening against yours like your touch is the thing holding him together.
his hands wander a little now, like he can’t help it—tracing slow lines along your back, the dip of your waist, smoothing down your arm and back up again. his hand slips beneath the shirt under your hoodie, smoothing over bare skin, and your breath catches.
you let him pull the layers of fabric over your head. let him take his time. he kisses down your neck, your chest, every press of his lips asking, are you sure?
and every answer you give is yes.
you wake up slowly, feeling hazy. the curtains are still drawn, soft light peeking through just enough to glow against the sheets.
and then you feel his hand resting on your waist. his thumb tracing little circles on your skin, like he never stopped touching you even in his sleep.
you blink your eyes open.
he’s already awake, head propped on one arm, looking at you with the calmest expression you’ve ever seen on him. the kind that makes your heart ache just a little because you know how much he doesn’t show easily.
“you’re staring,” you murmur, voice rough from sleep.
“you’re pretty when you’re confused and squinty,” he says, lips curving just barely.
you smile, still half-asleep, but it turns real fast when he leans in and kisses you, his fingers brushing your cheek like he’s still making sure you’re real.
“good morning,” you whisper.
“technically almost noon,” he teases. “but yeah. it’s good now.”
he pulls back, just enough to give you room as you sit up, blanket tugged up to cover your chest. your fingers instinctively rake through your tangled hair, and he watches you with a little too much amusement.
then he shifts, reaching over the side of the bed to dig through his bag.
“i have something for you,” he says casually.
and then he turns back around—with a box of macarons in his hand.
you gasp, grinning instantly. “you didn’t.”
he takes one out, and holds it to your lips.
“if you were here,” he says, softly now, “you’d be eating one of these. and you are. so.”
you roll your eyes, but open your mouth anyway, taking a bite.
“sweet enough?” he murmurs.
you swallow, cheeks warm. “almost.”
he leans in again, brushing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
“now?” he asks.
“perfect,” you whisper.
and he smiles like he never wants to be anywhere else ever again.
hiii can i request something seungmin and reader domestic fluff/smut kind?? like really intimate loving couple tyyy
falling in love all over again ft : seungmin
a/n : i love u soft seungmin you always have a place in my heart
you and seungmin spent the entire day in bed, just lounging, enjoying each others company as the hours ticked by. your head rested on his chest, rising and falling with every breath he took. his arm wrapped around your shoulder, holding you in place in a protective manner. your mind slowly drifted, paying no mind to the movie you guys had turned on awhile ago, just serving the purpose for background noise.
seungmin turned his head, pressing his lips lightly to the top of your head, his voice low and gruff, “you look so pretty like this.”
you smirked and looked up at him, “really? i’m just laying here.”
“yea, laying there cutely.” his hold on you tightened and he slowly rolled on top of you.
“seungmin!” you dramatically huffed out, pretending as if you were suffering, “you’re smothering me!”
he scoffed a smile spreading across his face as he made himself as heavy as possible, “you love it.”
you hummed, accepting your fate as you wrapped your arms around him, “you know me too well.”
he hummed, relaxing into you and letting himself melt. his eyes slowly started to flutter shut, your body warmth lulling him to sleep. seungmin inched himself down a bit, his head now laying right in between your breasts. you didn’t think much of it at first, just letting your boyfriend get comfortable, but he started to move slightly. he turned his head slightly, pressing a kiss to your tits through your shirt. well, it was actually his shirt, but he would never complain. his kisses grew rougher, no long just sweet little pecks but you could see his intentions now.
“seungmin…” you panted, hands slowly reaching down to tangle themselves in his hair.
he looked up through his lashes, such an innocent look despite the little wet marks on your shirt from his kisses growing more sloppy, “do you want me to stop?”
you frantically shook your head, pushing his head down further.
he tsked, “so needy.” but he didn’t complain and instead just inched further and further down, his chin rubbing up against the waist band of your pants.
his fingers slowly wrapped his fingers around the waistband, pulling your pants and panties down in one quick swoop. your folds glistened in the dim light, exposing how badly you wanted his touch. seungmin leaned in close, his breath fanning over your core and sending shivers up your spine. his tongue darted out, licking a fat stripe against your folds, letting the tip of his tongue push through your folds and catch the tip of your clit.
you gripped at his hair, earning a quiet groan from him, “fuck! seungmin..oh my god..feels so good..”
he attached his lips to your clit, humming in response to your moans. the vibrations made your thighs twitch, squeezing around his head. he was quick to wrap his hands around your thighs, pushing them back open, keeping you exposed for him. you felt so vulnerable, so open, all for him. seungmin kept sucking at your little clit, a steady rhythm, as he slowly pressed a finger into your weeping hole.
“seungmin! please don’t stop, oh my god..” your hips bucked up against his lips, begging silently for more contact.
he licked a strip through your folds before pulling away, strings of your arousal still sticking to his chin as he looked up at you with a mischievous smile, “gotta be patient baby, don’t rush me.”
his finger pressed inside, your warm plump walls enveloping him in, drawing him in further. seungmin hummed to himself at how well you were taking his finger, even going as far as to add in another. he leaned back down, his breath tickling your sensitive core before he dived back in to attacking your clit with his tongue. you cried out at the sudden stimulation, breaking over his hands and wrapping your thighs back around his head, pulling him in closer.
he was right where he wanted to be, suffocated by your thighs while he drowned on your slick. he looked up at you, his eyes watery and hazy with pure lust. he was completely drunk on your pussy. his tongue sped up, switching between licking at the sensitive bud and sucking at it. his fingers too, finding that sweet spot he knows all too well and massaging it.
you tightened your fingers in his hair, your thighs beginning to shake, “so so close oh my god! so close! please don’t stop baby oh my god!” you cried out.
he just smiled against your cunt and kept going, picking up his pace a bit. he let you abuse him, grip at his hair and squeeze his cheeks with your thighs. he welcomed your orgasm with a warm tongue when it hit you, lapping up at your arousal as it gushed out, soaking his chin. your cum covered his fingers, dripping down on the bedsheets, making a mess. your moans came out strangled and pathetic, tears trickling down your face with the force of the orgasm.
seungmin planted a soft kiss against your cunny before scooting back up to properly kiss your lips, soothing you after your orgasm.
“so good for me baby, i love days like these.” he mumbled against your lips, a smile spreading across his face.
࿐ he might not look like he gets bitches, but honey that dick was 11 inches! (MDNI!)
Jisung’s mouth was on yours, hungry and impatient, his fingers already working under your skirt.
You’d been studying together for months — or pretending to, at least. Every Wednesday afternoon, tucked in the farthest corner of the library. He’d arrive late, permed hair messy, and slide into the chair beside you with a sigh that smelled like mint gum. At first, it was just whispered jokes over textbooks, then lingering touches when passing notes. Then last week, his knee pressing between yours under the table until you couldn’t focus on a single word.
then now.
His glasses fogged as he exhaled sharply against your neck, one hand fisting in your hair while the other shoved your panties aside. You bit your lip hard to keep quiet, the thrill of getting caught only making him rougher, his grip tightening as he pushed into you without warning.
His rhythm was relentless, each thrust driving the breath from your lungs in gasps. The way he held you — one hand anchored at the base of your nape, the other gripping your thigh hiked over his hip — left no room to move, not that you’d want to. The drag of him inside you was maddening, the stretch too much every time he bottomed out. His glasses slipped down his nose, and you watched, dazed.
“Fuck, you take me so well,” he murmured, biting at your earlobe. The praise coiled hot in your stomach, tighter with every snap of his pelvis. You could feel the tension building in him too, the way his fingers dug harder into your flesh, his breath coming shorter.
His teeth scraped your earlobe when he shifted his grip, hauling you tighter against him. The angle changed just enough—his next thrust punched a gasp from your throat, and Jisung grinned against your skin,"Yeah, that's it," he breathed, voice roughened by the effort of keeping quiet. His fingers flexed on your thigh, dragging you impossibly closer, the edge of the bookshelf biting into your hip now, but the discomfort barely registered under the slick, relentless friction of him.
You could feel the moment he decided to wreck you — his rhythm stuttered, turned uneven, his breath hot and ragged in your ear. One hand slid from your hair to clamp over your mouth, his other hand tightening on your thigh to hold you still as he fucked into you harder, deeper. "Gonna cum —fuck, cum with me," the words slurred against your neck, and you nodded frantically, clenching around him.
It hit you both at the same time, his hips stuttering against yours, forehead dropping to your shoulder with a drawn out groan. You could feel him pulsing inside you, the wet heat of his release only making the drag of his thrusts slicker, more obscene as he worked you through your own climax, his fingers pressing harder over your mouth when your back arched against the bookshelf.
he slowed down his pace, just a little "one more?" he didn't even give you the chance to answer before resuming his ministrations, the bookshelf rocking precariously behind you.
not that you would've disagreed anyway.
a/n: thanks to my bby sitri for inspiring this hehe
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can I request a nasty makeout session with chan? Maybe clothes come off, but there's a lot of groping, grinding, "we shouldn't be doing this" type of thing. Maybe they work together, maybe it happens at chan's studio... thanks for your service to the stay community 🫡🫧
after hours
MDNI!
or: working with chan at the studio late one night after everyone had left was sure to break the rising tensions between you two—you arent complaining, though!
the tension was unbareable, everyone noticed—it's not like seeing you and chan eyefuck each other all day was something easy to avoid.
so when he'd pulled you aside and asked you to stay a while after everyone left to help him with a track, how could you refuse? after all why wouldnt you want an excuse to stay and help a coworker out.
you should've known his intentions with you were more than just work though, because the moment the coast was clear, he practically threw you into the studio couch, his lips mashed with yours in a lust filled kiss.
one of his hands lays heavy against your hip as he holds himself above you, a forearm pressed into the couch cushion next to your head. lips meld against each other, want and need and lust mixing and creating a concoction that renders you both dizzy and craving more, more, more.
pressed flush against your center, his clothed cock grows harder and harder as hands tug at shirts and squeeze at bare skin. his fingers find your hips, sliding around to the globes of your ass and squeezing while he grinds you against him. you emit a breathy moan against his lips, a sigh of his name. the friction is addicting, the thin fabric of your panties rubbing against your clit. the fabric clings to your folds as you grow even wetter.
both of your movements grow increasingly desperate as the seconds tick by. he mouths and nips at your neck, his tongue not far behind to sooth the marred skin, groaning as you curl your fingers into his hair, tugging at the dark strands. his head removes itself from your neck so he is able to lock your gaze to his, his pupils dilating at the messy sight of you. furrowed brows, eyes snapped shut, swollen lips coated in spit, bitten oh so hard to muffle your cries. your oversized shirt is slipping from your shoulder, revealing the strap of your bra and the bare skin of your shoudler. "I've wanted to do this for so long, shit-"
you can only whine in response, his hand remains on your ass, continuing to guide you against him, while the other reaches up to hold your chin. your eyes flutter open, only to avoid his gaze. with a deep, shuddering breath, he squeezes your chin.
"eyes on me," he orders, his voice deep and commanding. visibly shivering above him, you obey. his eyes bear into yours, hypnotizing—and while you want to bury your head back into his chest and hide, you simply can't. he smirks at your slack-jawed expression. "such a good girl. shit, feels good?"
"y-yeah," you squeak out, panting. you've drifted somewhere far away, lost in the pleasure he's so generously giving you. your vision goes fuzzy around the edges as his hand slides down to wrap around your throat, squeezing jussst enough for you to lose your breath.
"yeah?" he asks, the lilt in his voice condescending. "you like my cock grinding into your pretty pussy, my hand around your throat? bet you're so wet already, hm? are you?"
with a rapid nod of your head and a whine, your eyes shut again, hips grinding down even faster. when they blink back open, you find his cocky demeanor has lessened, groaning and cursing under his breath.
"god. fuck, baby," he breathes, starting to thrust up into you to meet you halfway. you squeal at the sensation. "y'feel so good. gonna make me cum-"
you scramble forward to kiss him, muffling your moans and his groans. your fingertips press into his shoulders as you feel your peak approaching. the rustle of clothes mix with the obscene sounds.
and then you're shoved straight over the edge.
you cry his name as your thighs quake, trying to close but being halted by his own. your lips leave his as he presses his face into the crook of your neck, riding out the pleasure. chan ruts into you once, twice before his torso shudders beneath you. he hisses out a quiet "fuck" as his release stains his boxers.
slowly, the two of you come down, his head lifting from the crook of your neck, he can feel the heat radiating off of your cheeks when he cups them to bring you in for a gentle, slow kiss. the desperation that previously filled the air has all but dissipated, replaced by soft adoration—and slight embarrassment.
"that...was so fucking hot," he mumbles once he pulls away, a small smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "can't believe you made me cum in my pants."
you giggle despite your hazy state "i guess i just have that effect."
he pinches your waist, smirking nonetheless, "brat."