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Champagne Toast (Kim Seungmin)

content: fluff. fem!reader x seungmin.

It’s the way you’ve made your name for yourself with your full body care and mist selection of that elegant, fruity champagne toast.

It’s the way you left a delicious scent trail in the hallways, light enough to refresh but strong enough to make it remain.

It’s the way you were a relief to Kim Seungmin from the stench of first-period ballers who ball with not an ounce of deodorant in their possession.

SKZ AS ROMANTIC TROPES

maknae line x reader

HAN

childhood friends to lovers

Seems like the type to feel comfortable and content with someone he’s familiar with. Your dynamic and his as children would probably start off with him being an egoistic piece of shit, until one fine day your family moved in and his parents had to constantly remind him that you’re much more well-behaved and hardworking than he was.

Definitely had one-sided beef with you for the longest time because of that, until a barbecue gathering happened and he was told to keep you entertained while the adults got drunk. The only thing he could think of was introducing you to mario kart on his newly gifted switch, which thankfully you had some experience playing. You weren’t as bad as he thought, in fact you were really patient with him even though he was little shy talking to girls during his fresh teenage years.

Soon after, he started visiting your house often to play video games with you, and his parents started to catch on to why he suddenly became more responsible and helped out more around the house. Further into your friendship, he started a mature a little, the boy was changed into a gentleman. Time spent was what brought you closer — he’d check in on you when you were sick; need to destress? You’re suddenly in the park enjoying convenience store ice cream with him.

Finally, on your 18th birthday, he decided he couldn’t hold in his feelings anymore. He showed up at your door with flowers — a sight you never thought you’d live long enough to see. Suddenly, the words “Let me take you out on a breakfast date” rolled off of his tongue, and to his delight (and relief), you accepted.

“Damn, was I really that obvious? How long— 5 years? Shit… it was way longer than that. You’ve looked so hot since way back, you know how many other of our neighbours I had to compete with? Of course I was jealous… I wished they would have just moved to another town. ” — Han Jisung.

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FELIX

part-time colleagues

For a coffee shop tucked away in a hidden corner, it surprised you seeing all the college students filling up seats quick on a saturday morning. You had always relied on Felix to help solve most problems that occurred during your shifts. Busy day? He brewed you some decaf to help you sleep before closing the store. Rude customers? Don’t even think of laying hands on you. Dishes piled up from the previous night? Fret not, you only have to wash half of the dishes.

Outside of your shifts, he followed you on instagram, replying to your stories once in a while. Whenever one of you couldn’t make it to a shift, there will always be updates on what diabolical orders were made and how badly someone messed up the toilet.

The bus rides back to the student hostels after shifts were just another round of the crowd office crowd. Shared earbuds, you resting on his shoulder — he couldn’t ask for more. You looked so adorable being a geek with him about your favourite bands, how could he not fall in love with you? On the surface, they’re all ordinary situations you’re used to. But was it casual, when the lyrics always had to be about cheesy love? Was it casual when you both had a shared playlist that only contained slow and fluffy love songs? The answer was, no. And he had to do something about it.

“Of course I love you, sunshine. The moment I smell coffee, I think of us chatting in the coffee shop on slow days. It’s hard not to think about you, especially when the songs you introduce to me get stuck in my head. ” — Lee Felix.

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SEUNGMIN

Academic rivals to lovers.

Just an old married couple reincarnated as students that teachers would place bets upon in the staff room — whichever seating pair ends up in a relationship first, gets to take home $100. The banter between you and Seungmin was absolute fire, no one ever knew who to side for because you both would be CLOCKING that tea on each other on a daily basis.

You both swore there was no way you’d ever let each other breathe a little, but you’d write notes for him whenever he’s absent, hoping that your handwriting was readable to him. On the other hand, he always covered you from the teacher’s view whenever you felt like eating snacks during lessons. Something too about the unspoken vulnerability between you two was hard to ignore — because why on earth would you be in the nurse’s office wincing from a nasty gym class floor burn, while he held your hand as the nurse put betadine on the exposed cuts and scrapes?

Then came school beach trips, the only thing keeping all of you sane from the summer humidity and flies were games that you didn’t choose to be a part of, quickly realising that truth or dare was a dangerous game when played among teens, because it quickly escalated into walking up to strangers and asking them for their number. When the turn was on Seungmin, you could see him swallowing a gulp because truth or dare, either option would leave you having to take a big risk. The big risk in question? A dare. A dare to kiss the prettiest girl he knows.

It took him a while to move a muscle. For the first time, he looked awfully distressed beside you, like completing the dare could possibly traumatise him for life. Even the twitch in his eyebrows were hesitant, until suddenly he threw all his doubts away and just went for it. In a heartbeat, he turned to you and grabbed your face, leaning into you slowly enough to give you time to turn away, but you were the one to press your lips onto his.

“Oh please, do you actually think of me as a little wuss? I’d rather be made fun of for liking you than cry when graduation ends and I wouldn’t know if you liked me back or not.” — Kim Seungmin.

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I.N

Secretly dating

Hear me out. Secretly dating — while being in a well-established friend group. Both of you don’t see the need to make it public. In fact, the peace does make both of you grateful. Beach nights, group road trips, group sleepovers. You two would definitely wait for everyone to walk in front, so that you two can be beside each other and in your own space. He’s the type to laugh at your friends’ jokes and immediately look at you to see if you’re laughing too.

Matching outfits was always a dangerous game, but he loves your creativity and usually lets you decide, even if it means he has to wear hair clips or put stickers on his face. If anyone points it out, it’s just a coincidence. Your digicam has tons of group pics, but of Jeongin… you have way more. He loves the thrill of scaring you whenever he includes a picture of your bag or hand whenever he took you out, he just thinks you’re so adorable not to talk about.

Your friends would eventually catch on after noticing how suspiciously many inside jokes shared between the both of you. They’d definitely push Jeongin to confess when he does mention he has a thing for you, but what they don’t know is that he’s already yours, and that he has nothing to worry about. They all think he’s a wimp for not wanting to confess to you, not aware of the fact that he pays for your share of the group dinner, holds your bags for you when shopping, and plays with your hair when no one’s looking.

And when you both do get alone time together, you’re both perpetually holding hands like it’s the only thing you know, sharing coffee that he only orders because of you, and showing up wherever 2-for-1 meal deals can be found. Morning cuddles in bed when he stays over makes the both of you inseparable for the rest of the day, until you get hungry and need to go out for food.

why do i feel hollow?

pairing: college!jeongin x reader x bsf!skz

notes: reader is from busan (not significant to the plot), jeongin and reader are studying in seoul. The rest of skz are also wingmen. Oh and skz is a bunch of college students doing what they love by making music. may contain themes like being a floater friend. I believe in yearning jeongin. We also love a chalant man.

all fluff.

I aint counting these words i but theyre 7 long and dramatic scrolls across my mums old iphone 14

dividers by @hyuneskkami

sypnosis: after a week of having Jeongin as your eye candy, a semester-long project draws you and your popular member of a band project partner closer. How close is close, when your busy life as a biology-majoring student-athlete gets in the way of your friendship — and the mutual feelings still remain?

You didn’t particularly connect with your campus mates deeply.

You had friends, many actually. But you preferred to spend your lunches alone while you watched science documentaries. In lectures, you sit alone so that you can better focus on what the professor is saying.

To Jeongin, he found it impressive how you looked like a loner but much happier and at peace than being around talking to the cool seniors. An observant person, he knew you were a new student still settling into university. It’s the classic freshman lanyard that hung the gate card perpetually on your neck, and the styled outfits alongside your coordinated hairpins that no student would bother to put on after the third month.

You spun your apple pencil between your fingers, trying to seem busy even after adding the project’s deadline into your calendar. Watching the girl beside you find someone else to partner up with her for the project, waiting at your seat until nobody else could find a partner was the best option since you didn’t know anyone in the lecture hall anyways.

That was until you felt a tap on your shoulders. When your turned around, your eyes widened. Your poetry and literature class eye candy smiled at you, making your heart beat slightly faster.

“You wanna be partners?” he offered, tidying his bleached hair that contrasted his jet black roots. “name’s Jeongin, by the way.”

His voice surprised you much more than the fact that he asked you to be his project partner. You didn’t expect him to sound so… sweet.

Yet, your face doesn’t move a muscle, which you felt guilty for after seeing him wince at your lack of expression. Silently, you nodded, patting the empty seat next to you as if it was an order for him to sit.

Your professor immediately started to elaborate about the project after Jeongin sat down and scooted his chair closer to you. Instinctively, you covered the lower half of your face with a hand when you realised that you both were the last to settle on being partners. A chuckle came out of Jeongin’s mouth, which you heard over your professor’s voice.

Yet, you didn’t muster the courage to look him in the eye. He was cute, but you never intended to have a reason to talk to him, until the project that required both of you to write a poem about each other. “The more the emotion, the better the mark,” your professor explained, before the rest of it was drowned out by uncertain thoughts about your first ever project partner in college.

Upon the end of the lecture, you heard unzipping and pen clicking. The boy with glasses nudged your elbow and slid a post-it with his number on it.

“You haven’t told me your name yet. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I saw you talking to the seniors at the student orientation. you’re new, right?” Jeongin pointed out, sounding a little softer to come off as more friendly. “If I’m going to write a poem that does you justice… then we should spend time to know each other better, shouldn’t we?”

Finally, you turned your head towards him. Taking a good look at his sharp features up close, your lips curved up slightly. “I’m y/n,” you introduced yourself. “It’s my first semester here… I haven’t found a student club yet, so I don’t really know anyone yet. If that information serves any purpose.”

When Jeongin heard your worries, he almost felt bad for you. What a poor thing, moving to a completely new and unfamiliar campus. It’s no wonder that he always saw you eating in the lunch hall with your notes out, because you haven’t found someone to talk to while eating after student orientation had ended.

“Are you not from here then? No old friends, or family?” he gasped. “I mean… your Busan accent kinda gives it away.”

“Does it?” you replied, cheeks flushing pink from embarrassment. “I grew up there, and my parents told me that Seoul was the best place to pursue higher education, that’s why I’m here.”

“Hey, nothing to be ashamed of… I’m from Busan too,” he said. “What’s your major, then?”

“Biology,” you replied, grabbing the nape of your own neck. “Poetry and literature… it’s just to keep my hobbies alive.”

“Hobbies…” Jeongin repeated. “I’m just here because it’s the closest thing to singing, actually. I’m scared now, I don’t think I’ll be able to be as poetic as your writing.”

The way he joked around even though it was your first time speaking to each other — it made you feel warm and less tense. To be honest, you already missed the turn back to your dorm, but you couldn’t help but talk to him even more. Even though you could feel some sort of awkwardness in the really unsmooth transitions of different questions that he tried hard to make relevant, you saw his persistence in trying to make you feel at home.

When you reached your dorm, you couldn’t stop thinking about that day, to the point where you couldn’t sleep. It was the way he walked you back to make sure nothing bad happened to you, the way he texted you after, checking in on you.

jeongin:

is this yn’s number? jeongin here

you said you wanna take up a sport? didn’t think such a quiet person would play sports lol

anyways, get some rest, since pal class is 8a.m tomorrow. I heard the prof lost a bet so he took the earliest slot.

my group hyungs say he walks in with a cup of coffee haha

He even gave you the contacts of student club leaders, in hopes that their interest groups would match your liking as per what you have told him. He was so caring (and handsome too), it was hard not to lay in your bed and kick your feet while updating and thanking him for his efforts to help you settle into uni life.

you:

thankss

youre cooler than my student ori seniors 😛

ill sleep well

Although a weekday, the campus cafes quickly crowded with students surprisingly. Sighing to himself, Jeongin shook his head and decided to take you to the park and have an impromptu picnic by the river.

The grass was dry, much to his relief. He didn’t want to make you ruin your little outfit that he didn’t expect you to put more effort in than your typical basic tee and pink sweatpants (the pink colours are already your way of trying). The boy himself wouldn’t want to stain his knee-length jorts and his college-branded crewneck anyways. He had some sense of fashion, a little more neat this time since you both are hanging out.

The plan was for the hangout to be casual. After eating, he would take you to the student club fair to help you choose a community. Then, he intended to take you to street stalls and recommend good food. But you were completely unaware of his plans, and it took a while to catch on that he tried to show you around and introduce you to more people. You found it strange how dedicated he was, yet everything still seemed like he took his time with you. Perhaps he showed care through acts of service, which you weren’t quite used to.

Sun rays hitting your back was a relief from how cold it’s been getting lately since summer was coming to an end.

After a few conversations, you found out that Jeongin was really damn good at singing. Apparently, he found himself comfortable in an 8-man musical interest group — and they make pretty damn good music. In fact, he was carrying a guitar around while you guys hung out. Out of curiosity, you made him sing a ballad, but he sung something written by some people called Han, Changbin and Bang Chan. You didn’t know who they were, but internally you thanked them for writing something that let Jeongin’s bright vocals shine.

“I haven’t sung this in a while, sorry if it sounds off,” he uttered after.

“Off?” you questioned. “You sound amazing — heavenly, even. This entire Stray Kids band thing should just get out of here and sign with a record label.”

“Well,” he chuckled. “I must warn you, we don’t really make ballads. It’s more noisy than you think.”

“I’d say you should earn some side cash by busking around Hongdae,” you joked, “There’s no way you guys are just making this a casual thing.”

“Oh, but we aren’t just making this a casual thing,” he said, sitting up proudly and leaned closer as he tilted his head at you. “We do perform during talent shows and earn funding money from it. You should come and watch. At some point it turns into a rave. But if you don’t like that, then you could just sit through and wait until the next act.”

“I feel like I’m going to hurt your feelings when I say I’m not into raves,” you muttered.

Of course you weren’t into big bam boom music. He could tell from the way you owned everything in pastel colours, down to the flowy and fresh clothing you had on. It made your throat burn a little, thinking that there were probably really attractive and hot girls likely being loyal fans of their music. After all, the makeup and fashion game in Seoul was insane, it was hard to compete with such beautiful women who are cool enough express themselves and turn heads.

“That’s sad. I prefer performing and being excited, because it also connects me with the audience.”

In the name of “looking for clarification”, you asked him, “then, that must mean you’re pretty popular, hm?”

Upon hearing your question, Jeongin blushed a little, then hung his head low in humility. “I’m not the most popular member… I guess our dancers and rappers are more famous,” he downplayed himself. “I get girls in my dms sometimes, but I don’t reply if I’ve never met them in real life — if that’s what you’re worried about.”

You scoffed at Jeongin’s teasing, but your face heated up when you realised it was because he completely saw through you. And he did it again — he laughed — gosh, something about the way he laughed was so charming. Your sarcasm paired with denial was cute to him, which intrigued him about you even more.

“What I’m saying is, you probably will be envied if you say “Jeongin’s a good friend of mine”, ” he subtly bragged. “You should try it out.”

The day ended after you managed to make friends with a sports club, and fighting over the dinner bill in a restaurant that he took you to since you both were craving italian food.

jeongin:

sent a recording

don’t tell me you’re asleep already haha, did i wear out your social battery?

sorry 🥲 pls listen to another ballad i sung when u wake up at least?

you:

Doing good, jeongin :)

Naturally, Jeongin became more present in your college life. Endless cafe visits, poetry and literature studies in the library, and crashing at your place whenever he just wanted to taste home-cooked food. You even gave him the keys to your dorm, so that he could just enter while waiting for you to come back from training.

And every single time, he bought you banana milk. It wasn’t something you told him you loved, but you always took no longer than 3 minutes to have it gone with the wind (in this case, your stomach), so he just kept buying more and more. At some point, he even brought clothes and kept them in your drawer for whenever he hangs around, because he just visited that often.

His excuse was that your bed was softer than his, and that the community snack fridge was something his hostel lacked. The boy was always gobbling something up whenever he stayed, so it became a regular occurrence to see him fall asleep on the communal dining table with his student laptop still on. He frequented so often, that the other students at your hostel just cook an extra serving in case he was around. The boy was always eager to entertain everyone with a guitar and his unique voice, so shortly afterwards Stray Kids’ instagram page gained more followers.

Beyond presence, was vulnerability. Late night comforting when you’re homesick, Jeongin just breaking down in front of you whenever you ask “are you okay?”. Sometimes, you both just cry together and fall asleep in each other’s arms. As funny as it sounds, things like these work better when you feel safer with someone.

But as time passed, you grew busier and busier. Your semester exams were coming up, and barging into Jeongin’s dorm was no longer an option. The fact that you were doing sports at the same time was an absolute killer combo to your schedule. You saw him much less outside of poetry and literature lectures, as you both were focusing on your own majors.

jeongin:

your lights are on again.

it’s 2 already

i dont want to bother your studies… but rest is important too

You’re so hardworking, let’s meet up again when you’re free 🙂‍↕️

you:

sorry jeonginnn

one day

And that was the last time you talked to him since a week ago. Your exams were done, but Jeongin had his own things to do too, something about having to juggle between college fair night and physics equations. The guilt for ignoring his texts for days and leaving him on delivered too many times was too much, so you told yourself you’d better come down and see him yourself.

One thing you knew was that he spends most of his time recording lines whenever college fair night was near, so when you rung the doorbell, you were met by a boy with round eyes and and a round face. His hair was long, much like someone who looked like part of a band. Behind him were a bunch of wires and some 5 or 6 men on the couch lazing around, yet all having their heads turned to someone singing into the recording mic.

With a skeptic look on his face, scanned you up and down, perhaps because he doesn’t remember any of the other members bringing a girl who looked like you into their sad-looking studio before. “Delivery girl, looking to audition, or a girlfriend? Well, clearly not the first one, and we aren’t accepting auditions due to our perfect lineup.” he ruled out, leaning against the doorframe as he raised an eyebrow.

“Who’s that, Han?” a taller man said, revealing himself in a grown-out buzzcut. His features looked just as sharp as Jeongin’s, except that Jeongin had a more chiselled look to him. It was enough to know— Hwang Hyunjin.

He noticed the way your eyes searched the apartment. Situated in front of the recording mic, Jeongin was patiently listening to Chan’s feedback, until your gaze lingered for a little too long. You don’t miss the way his breath caught and his posture straightened. “The ayen you’re looking for is being held back by bangchan to record some lines,” Hyunjin explained.

“Frankly, I think Jeongin’s being a menace on purpose today, so that he can stay longer in the recording room,” Han said, matter-of-factly. “You know, he usually just sings maybe once or twice and gets to rest.”

“We should probably let her in then, maybe it will prompt him to do it properly, haha,” Hyunjin messed around, snickering while shaking his head in disbelief. “Seems like you brought some banana milk for him?”

“Oh- this?” you held up the drink. “He always bought me banana milk during our literature study sessions, I just thought he might want some.”

When you told the boys about how Jeongin treated you so often, they let out a unified “ohh” while giving each other a mischievous look. And not in a making-fun-of-you way, but more of a he’s-up-to-something way.

“We’ll let you in, on the condition that you don’t tell anyone what the song sounds like,” Han negotiated. You nodded in acceptance.

“You’re not gonna believe me when I tell you this,” Hyunjin crouched down, keeping his voice low. “Ayen’s keeps going against Chan’s words today, and he’s really focused on the lyrics and the emotion conveyed. I think he’s yearning or something, judging by his sudden attitude towards emotion.” For a minute, hearing it felt unreal. You couldn’t tell whether Hyunjin was truthful, or just being an annoying friend.

The egoistic voice in your head wasn’t the one convincing you. It’s knowing that he grew so close to you, only for you to push him away and act cold whenever an exam comes. It was like a sledgehammer to your heart, the way his face lit up after not having heard from you for a week, or not having seen you for more.

Sighing to yourself, you kicked off your sneakers and were quickly rushed in by Hyunjin and Han, like they were so excited to hear from you what Jeongin looks like in love. His voice slipped into the microphone, rich and textured, as if he were sculpting emotion through vocal cords. You admired him so much, you knew you were screwed by how you’ve been staring intensely as he did his thing.

To your ears, he sounded like an angel. However, the ear of musicians and producers were quick to point out areas for improvement. Making music was surprisingly harder than it looked, especially for producers who needed to communicate with the singers well.

“I’ve been here for too long,” Jeongin complained. “I can’t with singing Japanese.”

As you turned back to the two on the laptop and an emotional support Han who probably gave up on the stubborn Jeongin a long time ago, you saw Chan trying not to laugh before collecting his patience back.

“One last time, ayen,” Chan cued, before playing the instrumental. “Let’s try it.”

“Yongbok- i mean — Ayen,” Changbin’s voice fell low and stern as he spun around in the office chair. “Try stressing it this way…”

“This is not the first time you’ve called me that…” he whispered under his breath.

The instrumental was intense, but what caught your attention was the fact that the lyrics were lowkey really yearning. It was different from the ballads you asked him to sing — it was no longer fluffy and soothing, the boy was putting soul into it.

“One more.”

“Don’t lose your flow again!”

“That was good, one more.”

The other seven crowded around Chan, analysing closely and hoping that 3racha would pass him. According to Minho, it’s been taking quite a few minutes, because Jeongin stumbles on his words so easily when it comes to singing in Japanese.

“Good.” the only word that the rest of Stray Kids needed to hear in order for them to rejoice and jump around for Jeongin.

Among all the chaos of 5 happy men and relieved Changbin and Chan, you saw Jeongin wipe the beads of sweat off his forehead and take off his headphones. The next thing you knew was that he started walking over to the table you were leaning on, grinning sheepishly as he took the bottle of banana milk from your hands, not realizing how much tension he’d been carrying until it melted in that one moment.

“You coming to college fair night or nah?” he asked, the tone in his voice still showing that he was unsure of whether to be casual. He suddenly became aware of how sweaty his palms were. You watched as the room fell silent, all eyes were on you.

“There’s no way I’d miss the chance to see you on stage,” you giggled.

Success. All the guys started elbowing each other in the ribs.

The air reeked of grass and barbeque. The college fair night was one decibel away from getting complaints from nearby residents, due to everyone hollering their lungs out as if the outdoor showcase segment was a rave in a stadium.

It was the first time you dared to step out of the house wearing platform shoes given your fashion taste, but you needed to be taller than the crowd if you wanted to see something. When Stray Kids went on stage, the crowd grew absolutely wild. Your friends were shaking you crazily, knowing your little crush on one of the members. The atmosphere grew hyped — After all, who wouldn’t be excited to see eight handsome men dancing and singing to high-energy music?

Throughout their act, they played 3 songs, last one being none other than ‘Hollow’— which you saw being made in real-time for Jeongin’s part at least. The song started out slow, until the electric guitar was introduced, then had just the perfect buildup to the first verse which Jeongin had to sing. Before all of that though, there was a longer pause before the song started, even after the emcees managed to hype the crowd up when mentioning that ‘Hollow’ was a new song of theirs. The lights dimmed, relieving the sky momentarily from the immense light pollution.

…except for the spotlight that was right on the one who rewrote his poetry project again and again, getting frustrated with himself for not describing you well enough. He wondered what you were up to whenever you took longer than two days to reply. Same man that loved and cared so shamelessly, that he could just declare out into a crowd of hundreds, just how much he related to the song’s lyrics by showing it through the strain in his voice, and the gasps that came after from using a lot of strength to deliver those lines.

The lights faded back in. You could’ve sworn that the crowd was much louder than the backtrack and live vocals on speakers. Mid-way into singing his first few lines, Jeongin found you pressed onto the metal of the front barriers, and you were so glad you pushed everyone away for your spot, because you got to see his dimples that formed when you waved to him. Being up close, it felt so intimate, like Jeongin was speaking every lyric to you.

“One thing that makes the live different from the studio,” he repeated in a flashback. “Is that you can hear how much heart we have for our music

seungmin:

have you left already?

ayen’s a nervous wreck, he had to tell me to get you to come here so that you guys can talk.

we’re in the backstage tents, i think he suffered death by surprising himself.

Your friends grabbed your wrist just as you were about to enter the tents, insisting that they should help retouch your makeup and neaten your hair. After taking a good look in your friend’s pocket mirror, you took a deep breath and slowly drew back the ‘curtain doors’. There they were, the eight handsome men that can sing, dance, and rap; though, only one that mattered talking to that day.

“AYENN~” the group said in unison, pushing him towards the entrance after he fumbled through a paper bag to hand you a boquet of flowers that you didn’t think he’d remember were your favourites.

It surprised you how much he was trembling as he placed it in your hands for you — like he intended for you to give the flowers a specific first impression — considering that your bond started out with him being the one initiating quite literally almost everything. His grip on your wrist grew stronger (but not more forceful) when he realised that you purposely refused to move your remaining arm. Examining your glossy eyes that almost disappeared when you laughed cheekily, he stepped closer in a one-upping manner.

“What’s that you’ve got there, hm? I clearly remember saying that as long as you’re around me, your card balance doesn’t change.” he hummed, contesting you. “You’ve always left me hanging online, don’t tell me you want to do this now, yn. I can smell those flowers even before you entered.”

“You’re making it up,” you lied sarcastically. “It’s just my detergent.”

“Nice try, yn. I know your detergent is mint and not floral,” he rolled his eyes. “Whatever, let’s go home and talk. Those losers have been relying on Changbin for a ride.”

Dry air started to hurt your nose a little, but you’d take it overnbeing in standing pens where everyone around you was sweating like crazy any day. The leaves on the ground looked shrivelled up, and overall, the parade square was left much more peaceful and calm after everyone had gone back to keep up with their college lives. Nightly walks with Jeongin hadn’t been a thing for almost a month when fitness training ate into past dinner time, and Jeongin had places to be. That night, he became content being able to share the sidewalk with you, brushing your fingers ‘on accident’. You both tried to act casual when in reality it sent sparks and almost rewired yall’s brains.

The silence hung heavy. After all, it was your first proper conversation after burying yourself in textbooks to the point of isolation.

“I missed you.”

You raised an eyebrow, curious.

“I missed you,” he continued. “Not like a quick ‘hey, how are you?’ but really missed you. The talks, the walks. Back when I could get responses from you…”

It stopped you dead in your tracks. Initially, you planned to say “me too” but that would just be beating around the bush and avoiding the obvious. You loved him. Everything feels right when you’re with him. There was never a time where he left you to drift around like the floater friend you’ve been. You don’t even know why you constantly check your phone for his texts.

By impulse, words tumbled out smoother than you could control, “Yeah. The distance made me realise I love you.”

The words landed like a dropped glass—sharp, clear, impossible to ignore. You froze — eyes wide, breath caught. You had meant to say those words, but not in that moment. You mentally prepared yourself for the few seconds-long battle that came with waiting for Jeongin’s response.

“I love you too, jagiya.”

When he entwined his fingers from one free hand with yours, the warmth of his hands was comforting like hot milk to an ill person. The word jagiya wasn’t a throwaway. He gifted it to you, endearingly.

Within milliseconds, he cupped your face and leaned forward, closing the distance by kissing you. You felt him smirking against your oh-so kissable lips he had been thinking of the entire conversation, you could tell he had waited an agonising amount of time trying to see you.

I used to hide behind similes,

dress you up in metaphor—

a rhyme here,

power of three there.

But none of it said what I really meant.

You’re not a line I can perfect.

You’re not a passionate fire or a sky or a storm that sounds correct.

You’re you.

And not just a project.

“Wow, jagiya,” Jeongin nodded in approval. “Flirting and submitting it for— okay, okay! I like it. I expected really wild metaphors, but I like this too… you’re amazing, yn.”

Tucked under a tree, you released him from your pinch, you sipped on your banana milk and placed your chin on his shoulder, patting his arm as a cue to share his poem. Shyly, he grabbed the notebook on his lap, long pause before he could bring himself to read it to you.

“darkness is the absence of light.

and cold is the absence of heat.

but in the absence of you,

my world turns dark and cold

because you’re the light and warmth.”

A/n: i have a ten pic limit… i wanted to put one last divider but it can’t happen.

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HIT-AND-RUN✧˖° (kim s.m)

CONTENT: academic rivals trope, fluff, highschool au, Han is a wingman (thank you Han!)

SYPNOSIS: you both didn’t mean to fall in love with each other, but you both did anyways. After your summer mini glow up, he just couldn’t contain his feelings anymore.

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None of this was ever meant to happen.

You weren’t meant to blush whenever you notice his presence. You hated yourself for getting butterflies in your stomach whenever you have to cheer him on when the school lets everyone watch his stupid baseball games. Every time you tried to deny your feelings, he always somehow showed up like a curse. It’s the way he smirks — a poor attempt at trying to stop himself from giggling.

你让我的心不再结冰ᥫ᭡

(Translation: my heart is no longer cold because of you)

Kim S.M x Reader

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader (duh)

Content: Fluff, highschool au, very mild angst if you look closely ( with a happy ending)

Warnings: swearing, seungmin is an awkward teenage boy.

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minor edits made to make seungmin a little more in character

dividers by @kodaswrld

YOU ARE WHAT YOU DRINK?

Featuring Tsukishima Kei: Pure fluff and romance.

Warnings: none. Tsukishima x reader with no specific gender

dividers by @sister-lucifer

Crushing on you:

- denied his feelings at first, thinking it was just infatuation.

- boi was he WRONG.

- Instead, he found himself creating a new playlist named “Vitamin U” and would listen to it right before he slept.

- He also found his heart skipped a beat whenever you were in the room.

- He kept you in the corner of his eye. If not, he’d be subconsciously darting his eyes at the clock hoping that class would end and he’d be able to have his next class with you.

- He’d find every chance to make a snarky remark at you, sometimes he’d even try to subtly brag so that you’ll be impressed by him. But only a brief one, because he doesn’t do back and forth arguing. Something enough to get on your nerves.

- As much as he didn’t wanna admit it, he hoped to get your attention, and actually found himself waking up energised if that meant he got to see you in school.

Confessing to you:

- This man was so nervous, he felt dizzy. He swore that this crush wasn’t THAT bad.

- It took him a while to say something. He almost panicked when the last day of second year was going to be over because it meant that the next time he could confess in person was in third year.

- He saved it by shoving himself through the crowd to find you at the school gate just as you were about to exit.

- When he finally found you, he gently grabbed your shoulder and leaned over, panting as he did.

- You turned around in shock, wondering why his face was red in MARCH.

- “(name)… let’s go out together, just you and me. How does that sound?”

Dating you:

- loves physical touch, but only when you’re alone.

- always feels cold, so he hugs you from behind like you’re his personal body warmer. If you’re short enough, his chin is always finding itself on your head.

- he doesn’t like nicknames in particular, but he loves it when you call him by your first name.

- could listen to you geek about your needy hobbies all day long. He’s barely listening but he loves the sound of your voice.

- old married couple dynamic.

- you had to initiate the first kiss, but slowly over time he got comfortable kissing you first.

- Have I told you he went FERAL for how bold you were. Manz had to do a software reset when you pulled him by the collar to kiss him. He was so stunned, and so down bad for you.

- Whispers “I love you” when you’re asleep. One time you were half asleep, you heard it and weakly responded back “I love you too, Kei.”. And he folded on the inside.

- He doesn’t consider himself jealous but he WILL make sure the guys know you’re his.

- Hinata Shouyou

manz does NOT understand the concept of hazardous chemicals

he almost got a chemical burn once

always asking for confirmation before he does anything ever since

“it’s supposed to turn purple, right? is this considered purple?”

Physics experiments are his favourite

Even though he hates solving the problems

he just likes learning the theories

Just really amazed at your focus when helping out conduct the experiments

Tells you that you should work in chemistry one day

Will blabber about volleyball as you both are cleaning up the equipment.

You had to tutor him when you found out that he was failing the written components

He hopes that one day he gets the green light to confess

- Tsukishima Kei

youre always the one asking to do the practicals and argued like a married couple in the process

And he lets you because it requires less effort from him totally not because he lost the argument

But insists to open the bunsen burner hole especially when the fire is non-luminous

pulls your stool closer to his so that you can see the demonstration better from your very unlucky seating placement.

One time you accidentally unclipped the wooden tweezers from the test tubes so it was standing on the rack and being supported by the empty tweezers.

You were absolutely terrified because you just boiled the substance so the test tube was likely to scald you

He sighs and uses his bare fingers and places it along the rack safely.

“You’re not transferring it this time, remember what happened to the last practical?”

He secretly adores when your face lights up from seeing the reactions take place.

- Oikawa Tooru

Terrified of flammable and corrosive substances

His pride comes from being able to open the bunsen burner’s airhole for you.

He has cracked too many test tubes

He blames it on the boiling processes involved

During biology, he almost fainted when he had to dissect a rat.

Grimacing faces every time he took a look at the blood.

“This is why you have a whole instagram page of your housecat, don’t you?”

“Maybe I should kidnap your cat so i don’t have to worry about cats.”

luckily you he got his shit together and you passed the practicals

called you basic for choosing biology lab practicals over chemistry.

turns out you were a biology olympiad winner

and he shut up real hard ever since

Will definitely convince you to watch his games in the middle of doing practicals

seeing you take over in dissections… his heart flutters.