#sejun drabbles

w/ l.sj x reader

g/ fluff, romance

w.c/ 570

a.n/ i might not be investing time in series right now but i wanted to create something. google docs did more for my grammar mistakes than grammarly did

t.w/ none

You didn’t know if this was unconditional love or not. How you wish you could reach across the table and pluck one fresh strawberry from Sejun’s bowl yet you kept on spooning the plain yoghurt and chunks of kiwi into your mouth. You disliked kiwi and you regretted saying, “They’re alright,” to his question of, “Do you like kiwi?” You didn’t want to deflate his excitement when he bounded to you last night with shining galaxies in his eyes and a bright smile.

Here came your downfall. Sejun kept on buying kiwis as the week progressed and you kept on eating them. You forgot the days you didn’t eat kiwis as a part of breakfast, snacks and dessert after dinner. At least you knew you preferred the golden variation instead of the classic green kind. None the less you still disliked them. Something about its texture threw you off but the balance of sweetness and tartness accompanying it you enjoyed. Much like love you supposed.

The thoughts of telling Sejun you didn’t enjoy the fruit disappeared the more you ate them. It grew on you. And Sejun... Sejun watched you as if he was a hawk. Two weeks in of kiwis being incorporated into your diet. Just like yesterday and the day before that, you were cutting a kiwi in half and scraped them out with a spoon before slicing them into thinner pieces. A dessert routine at this point. Sejun stepped beside you and washed the utensils you used, “Either Byungchan lied to me, you really like kiwis or you’re eating them for the sake of not hurting my feelings.”

“What does Byungchan have to do with this?” The cake fork stopped halfway to your mouth and the slice of kiwi fell back into the small bowl.

“He told me you hated kiwis three days ago. Since then I’ve purposely been buying them to see if you actually hate it. You just eat it all without complaint for two weeks! You should have told me. I don’t-“ You cut Sejun off by shoving a piece of the tart fruit into his mouth. He squawked out a surprised noise but swallowed the soft meat regardless. Sweet Lim Sejun, it truly had bothered him.

When Sejun parted his lips to continue his worry rambles, you fed him another piece and another until the bowl was empty. “Byungchan didn’t lie,” his brows furrowed at your confession, “but what he didn’t know is that I like them now.” You shrugged, kiwis weren't bad, you just had to get used to its texture. Like how you adapted to Sejun’s love language. One more fruit for you to like. One more thing to love Sejun for.

He patted his hands against his pants, patches of the light blue denim darkened, and turned to face you, “Are you sure?”

You grabbed pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt. “More than.” You could taste the sweetness of the kiwi on Sejun’s lips. His eyes fluttered shut and his hands found purchase on your hips, pulling you into his hold. Kiwis weren’t bad at all.

prompt: 54, “i can’t believe you’re back.”

masterlist ☆  prompt list

the scent of the coffee had enveloped your senses, easily taking out all the groggy feeling left in your body, or at least that was what you thought of until your lips expanded for a yawn. stretching your arms up, you gazed at the wall clock hanging by the wall near the counter. through the glass wall of the convenience store, you saw a few people passing by. some would drop by the store to buy some instant food or drinks. it was still dark outside. different from how the busy district would be bustling with people and energy, the vicinity was peaceful, yet gloomy.

leaning back to your chair, you stared at the shelves of candies adjacent to the counter. there wasn't much to do. you only have a few more hours before your shift would be done.

a sound easily managed to draw your attention to the door-- the bell chimed, indicating a customer entered. however, you weren't able to see them well as they walked by the snack aisle as soon as they got in. it wasn't too long until they went to the counter, placing a bottle of water and a can of coffee. you punched in the items and uttered the total amount. placing the purchased drinks on the plastic, you lifted your head to look at the customer.

a wave of nostalgia came to embrace you, chest tightening in the process.

"sejun?" you managed to mutter when your eyes met.

he only gave you a small smile as he wrapped his fingers around the handle. it wasn't as merry as it was years ago whenever you had your fingers interlocked with his.

a year had passed ever since and merely looking at him gave weight to your stomach. standing in front of you was someone you used to exchange with affection. nothing much changed, sharpened by time, he looked more mature than before.

Sejun | I Love You

fluff (i made myself sob, i hope you like this, anon)

words: 673

three little words can cause a great amount of happiness.

Coming to your senses, you realized that you had been staring into nothing for the past thirty minutes or so. Letting out a long breathe, you came to the conclusion that you were unable to focus on studying any longer. Your brain was too cluttered by thoughts of the person sitting right in front of you. A small smile appeared on your lips, finding it interesting how he managed to be distracting even though he was completely immersed in his own work.

Without a word, you continued to watch him. Sejun was sitting in front of the computer, hands furiously switching between typing on the keyboard and clicking on various elements appearing on the screen. He furrowed his brows, his face lit up before his expression darkened again as he deleted and rewrote the lyrics he had been working on.  

You enjoyed being together with him like this. Even if the two of you didn’t talk for hours, it comforted you that you were still in the same room as he was. Watching him work hard made you focus on your studies better as well. Somehow, it gave you the feeling that you shouldn’t fall behind when it comes to putting in effort. Whenever you felt exhausted, you would look at him for a few minutes and continue your own work, feeling refreshed. Today, however, was a little different.

“Sejun,” you called his name softly, not wanting to surprise him and feeling a little apologetic for disturbing him. He turned to you with his chair, ready to give you all of his attention instantly. A smile lit your whole face up as warmth filled your chest, a feeling you anticipated coming and encouraged you to say what you wanted to tell him. “I love you.”

Sejun stared at you, taken aback, searching your eyes for some clues but as he couldn’t find any, he resorted to asking, “Suddenly?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I suddenly felt like I don’t say it enough. Just wanted to make sure you know it.”

He took a few more seconds to stare at you suspiciously before he stood up and getting around the small coffee table, he sat down on the couch beside you.

“What’s with you today?” he asked again but couldn’t suppress a smile pulling at his lips, the dimples on his cheeks deepening.

“I said it’s nothing, I just love you,” you repeated, fully grinning up at him now.  

“I see,” he giggled, leaning close enough to press his lips against yours. “I love you too,” he said, pulling away for only a second before going back to kiss you properly. It was a sweet, playful kiss filled with smiles and giggles, neither of you able to hold back the happiness that your simple words started.  

Giving up on kissing your lips, Sejun moved on to pepper kisses all over your face and neck, his breath tickling your skin as he kept laughing.

“Are you really that happy?” you asked between giggles and he pulled away only to look into your eyes, shocked.

“Who wouldn’t be happy when hearing I love you?”

“I guess you’re right,” you pondered over his words before meeting his eyes again. “I really love you so much.”

Sejun kissed you as soon as you finished speaking, this time lingering, moving his lips slowly against yours. “Can you say it again?”

“Why?”

“I feel like I have to hear it as many times as I can today. Who knows when I’m going to get another chance like this.”

The honest, expectant sparkle in his eyes made your chest all warm again and reaching up to caress his cheek, now you were the one who pressed a soft kiss on his lips. “I love you.”

[19:34] Sejun claims that he hasn’t seen you face to face in a while since you have been sick, but the members of VICTON know that this is just bullshit when he appears in the dorm one afternoon with his nose as red as Rudolf’s and sneezes from time to time. 

a sigh was emitted out of your lips as you let go of the pen. you pushed your chair away from your table, slouching and directing your gaze on the white ceiling.

you just finished jotting down notes for your literature class, the names of the poets during the renaissance period clouding your mind. for a short moment, you closed your eyes.

a soft sensation touched your forehead and your eyes fluttered open. you caught sight of a beaming sejun, his smile vibrant enough to embrace your exhaustion and make it fade away.

"hello, love." he straightened up and you fixed your composure, looking at you. another quick peck touched your cheeks before he spoke again. "how's it going so far?"

"i'm tired." you pouted and sejun mimicked the same expression. "i want a hug."

a work in progress

w/ l.sj

g/ royal!au, friendship, mild angst

w.count/ 600

a.n/ barely making it, yes, i have a schedule for this series. hope you enjoy~

t.w/ none

Stopping and taking a break was not on Sejun’s agenda. Through hardships he much preferred going through it head-on, all the scars and burns he received, he wore them as badges of honour and valour. Shifts in responsibilities were expected, he went from rallying information to Advisor Kang and the King to become both the Advisor and the Secretary. To say he was busy was putting it too lightly. It kept his mind from crawling to unwanted places and he was grateful for the distraction. Exhaustion was by default Sejun’s daily companion. The scratching of quill nibs against parchments was soothing.

There were talks questioning his capabilities amongst the Court attendees. Sejun had to scoff before stamping the melted wax with a touch of roughness. The kingdom insignia glistened in the golden wax. He knew what they meant and the sheer fact they thought he was somewhat incapable because of his out-of-the-box personality was downgrading. He had confidence in his abilities to support the kingdom and the Regent. They didn’t know how stressful it was waiting for an envoy from the empire that took their King. Each passing day added a new leaf of burden on his shoulders. All he wanted, no, needed, was the promised letter on the well-being of their King. He buried his face in his hand, fingers tugging his azure locks. He’ll be alright, Sejun. He’ll be alright.

Sejun was more idealistic than he credited himself. He snubbed the candlelight on his desk and briskly made his way out of the office, he was the last one to leave. Unconventional. It was one of the words they described him with and he made it work. First, he needed to find Seungsik. Second, he needed to convince Seungsik to let the Court’s secret be set loose. Three, he hoped Hanse would agree. The Head Kingsguard was notorious for his extremely realistic view. Sejun found himself on the floor, heart pounding and head dizzy from the collision. He looked up and saw Seungsik in a similar position, rubbing his red nose from the collision against Sejun’s chin. Funny, the Regent seemed to materialise out of nowhere anytime Sejun thought of him.

“Seungsik!” The Regent flinched at the loud exclamation. “I have an idea!” Sejun witnessed the forlorn countenance twisted into an apprehensive one. He was so close to chuckling yet the Secretary mindset sobered him into reality. Sejun pulled the Regent to his feet and disappeared into the nearest room. The less stray ears listening in the better. His voice dropped to barely above a whisper, “We need Choi.” Seungsik never looked so stricken at his words.

“We don’t know where he is, Sejun. He won’t appear if he doesn’t want to be found,” the Regent breathes out. Sejun smiled. It was always him who knew things most wouldn’t. He knew exactly where their best-kept secret was. “Seungsik, you only have to agree. I’ll handle the rest.” The atmosphere tensed at his ominous phrasing. The Regent’s eyes searched his, piercing right past and straight into something deeper in him. Sejun steeled his nerves. Seungsik eyes were hopeful yet the grimness and fatigue were apparent, Sejun was almost apologetic for asking such an immense request. If the plan failed, he would rather not think of the massive repercussions they were going to face. Annexation was not on their to-do list, they couldn’t afford war.

“Whatever you’re going to do, be careful,” was all Seungsik said, fingers digging into Sejun’s shoulders before leaving.

Royal Secretary Lim was not to be underestimated.

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