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Splash!

Lee Chan (Dino) x gn!reader (no gendered pronouns used)

Genre: fluff

Word count: ~ 1400

Warnings: not proofread, none (maybe mention of the word weaponry?) Please let me know if I forgot anything.

Summary: Reader is enjoying their day off, when they get hit by a water balloon. Chaos ensues

Note: Just a little something I wrote while trying to get back into writing. I hope you enjoy :)

As always: English isn’t my first language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

Feedback is greatly appreciated :)

Please note that this story is fictional and not meant to represent any Seventeen members in real life!

‚I could definitely get used to living like this,‘ you mused to yourself as you wandered around, a cool drink in hand and sunglasses placed high on the bridge of your nose.

This was your first day off in weeks, and you planned to make the most of it. After your walk you could go to that store you had wanted to visit for a while now, maybe see a movie or read a book in a quiet café. The rays of the sun felt warm on your skin and you felt yourself relax even more.

Besides the rare chirping of birds and buzzing of insects, it remained mostly quiet around you. Your thoughts began to wander as your feet lead you further along the flowers and trees. The park was bathed in the golden light of the star above you, and the occasional passerby would tilt their face towards the sky as if to soak up its warmth.

A loud yell from somewhere to your left barely gave you time to react before you were hit with something cold and wet. The wetness spread from the place you were hit all over your side – and the drink you were enjoying was now a mess all over the floor in front of you. After a few seconds of what felt like your heart beating out of your chest, your eyes naturally drifted to your now wet clothes and then to the floor, where you discovered what looked like the blue remains of a popped water balloon.

Your gaze was caught by a man sheepishly walking up to you. His brows were pulled together, and he carried a guilty expression on his face. His blond hair stuck to his forehead and his clothes – much like yours – were soaked through.

“I’m so sorry! We didn’t watch where we were throwing, and then you were there, and now you’re wet and it's all our fault,” he continued his apologetic rambling without letting you get as much as a word in. The tip of his ears turning redder by the second. He was carrying a water gun, tucked away in the pocket of his shorts.

As your gaze flickered past him, you spotted what seemed to be his friends, standing by a bucket probably filled with more water balloons. The one closer to you had long blonde hair, reaching just beyond his shoulders, while the other guy had short, dark hair and was wearing what seemed like a tiger-print shirt.

When your eyes returned to the man in front of you, you realized he was still talking – now gesturing nervously, “Again, I’m so sorry – really!” he stammered, now touching the back of his neck, “we should have paid better attention to our surroundings and now we’ve probably ruined your day. I told them it was stupid to hold a water fight in a public place, but they wouldn’t listen to me and…”

You couldn’t stop the corners of your lips from lifting and before you realized it, you were fully laughing and giggling at the absurd situation you found yourself in. Luckily, this seemed to at last stop the rambling of the guy in front of you as he nervously chuckled along with you.

“Are you going to yell at me…?” he questioned, still nervously laughing while looking unsure.

When you eventually managed to stop your giggles, you still couldn’t help but smile at the handsome man in front of you. Even though he had derailed your plans for today so suddenly, you didn’t have it in you to be mad at him. Not when he looked so cute with his ears all red and the blush coating his cheeks. You decided to play with him a little more.

“Hmm, I’m not sure yet. I mean, you did get me wet”, you replied. You saw his eyes widen and mouth open, presumably ready to go into another apologetic speech. However, you spoke up before he could say another word, “What’s your name?”.

You saw him gulp before uttering a quiet “Chan…?”, tone tilting up at the end, making it sound like a question, “What’s yours?”

You answered with your name before you mused, “Well Chan,” tapping your finger on your chin, “since you forced me to change my plans for the day, I think the least you could do is make it up to me.”

“Yes o-of course,” he blurted, before seemingly thinking, "A-a-and how can I do that?"

“Hmm”, You feigned to think once again, “Oh, I know! Let me join in on your water fight.”

His mouth dropped open, eyebrows raising as his eyes widened in surprise, “What?”

Without answering, you walked past him, towards his still staring friends, reached in the bucket and pulled out a big yellow water balloon. And before you could overthink it too much – you threw the balloon at Chan – hitting him right in the chest. With a big splash, the balloon popped while water sprayed everywhere.

Tiger-print-guy snorted, setting out a chain of laughter, and after a few seconds even Chan’s dumbfounded expression was broken by a smile as he wiped a few drops of water off his face. You took another balloon and tossed it to Chan, who caught it easily in his right hand. “Are you really just going to let me hit you like that without retaliating?” you dared, while taking another balloon for yourself.

His body finally seemed to relax at your jaunt, the corner of his lips pulling up even more, “Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

“For where I am standing, you didn’t seem to be quite ready yourself.” You chuckled, motioning to his dripping shirt.

“Get ready for running for your life then,” he smirked, as he declared, “may the battle begin!”

And so, it started. Your plans for the day, long forgotten as you spent the day, running through the park and ducking behind trees while launching water balloons at each other. You only decided to call it a day once you ran out of your colorful weaponry and the once refreshing coolness of the water made shivers run up your spine. You regrouped by a large oak tree, where the guys had prepared towels and fresh clothes.

You watched as Soonyoung and Jeonghan – as you’ve learned tiger-guy and Blondie were called – dried off still laughing, smiling along to their antics.

Suddenly a warm softness surrounds you and as you turn around, you lock eyes with Chan.

He smiles sweetly at you, “I think you need it more than me”, he states quietly while tucking the towel closer around you. You enjoy the warm state his hands leave you in for a few moments longer, before you reached up and laid your hand upon his, still on your upper arm, “Thank you.” You whispered.

“For hitting you with a water balloon?”, he questioned, tone still quiet, a teasing tone in his voice.

You shared a quiet laugh before replying, “for making today so much fun. I’ve almost forgotten what it feels like to feel young and so free of care. So, thank you, for making today special.”

You turned around, his hands leaving your shoulders almost hesitantly. For a split second, you swore you saw his eyes drop to your lips before returning your gaze once again. Your heart skipped a beat. Had you imagined it?

You found yourself taking a glance down as well. Your gaze followed the soft curve of his pink lips, before meeting his brown irises once more. The air seemed to shift around you - and you thought that maybe - just maybe, Chan might kiss you. And as you looked deep into his eyes, you realized, that you wanted him to kiss you.

But then the moment stretched on too long. He didn't move towards you and didn't say a word. Maybe you read too much into it and he was just being nice. Maybe that was just how he was – caring, kind and warm. The thought sent a pang through your chest and you went to take a step back, the grass next to your soaked through shoes seeming much more interesting now than just seconds before.

However, you were stopped when his hand took hold of yours. "Do you-", he hesitated, curling his fingers softly around yours - unsure whether to hold on or let go. But as he saw you looking up at him with nothing but hope in your eyes, he dared to finish his question, “Do you want to meet again? Maybe for coffee?” and before he could stop himself he was rambling once more, "only if you want, of course. No pressure. I just thought maybe it would be nice and you know -". You decided to save him from his nervous babbling by stepping up to him and planting a short peck on his cheek. “I would love to”.

Laying in bed with that night you could not help but let your mind wander back to Chan. How softly his hand held yours and how his laugh seemed to burst out of him – spreading his joy to everyone around him. The way his lips looked when he spoke and how it had felt to be held by him…

A loud Ding from your phone ripped you out of your daydreams. But when you unlocked it and saw Chan’s name written above the message, you couldn’t stop the smile from growing on your face. You didn’t know how, but somehow you knew - the cold splash of that blue, water-filled balloon sparked the beginning of something special. You were sure of it.

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sabrinizm · 2 months ago

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this is so cute 😭😭

One Slap, One Kiss

Genre: Light angst, tension, playful teasing, fluffy chaos Choi Seungcheol | S.Coups x Reader

Summary: Seungcheol, your annoying but perfect classmate, keeps teasing you until you slap him. In response, he kisses you. Now, things are different, and you're left wondering if you'd rather slap him again… or kiss him back.

If someone told you that Choi Seungcheol would be your biggest headache in senior year, you would’ve laughed, why?

Because everyone at school thinks Choi Seungcheol is the perfect student. Respectful. Smart. Reliable. A real heartthrob. You do too, not until the air between you shifted in an unknown reason.

He started to be an absolute menace to you. He makes fun of your handwriting. Switches your pens when you’re not looking. Called you 'Grandma' once because you wore a cardigan.

You’ve never wanted to punch someone so bad in your life. But the worst part? You always lose in arguments. So you use your hands. Literally.

You are Grade 12, top 3 in your class, and seated right beside him.

The bane of your existence. The golden boy with the soft curls, deep dimples, and dangerously good grades.

And that mouth.

Not in that way. Well. Okay— maybe. But mostly because he never shuts up.

“I don’t know how you still can’t solve this equation,” he says, smug, leaning into your space like he owns it. “You’re supposed to be good at math, right?”

You stare at him, jaw clenched.

“Wanna borrow my brain?” he offers, tapping his temple with a cocky smirk. “I’ll charge you later though.”

“Seungcheol,” you mutter, “I swear to God.”

“Swearing? In the middle of class? So bold of you,” he whispers.

You slap his arm. Hard.

He gasps dramatically, rubbing the spot. “Abuse! This is violence in broad daylight!”

And then he says it.

“Slap me one more time… I’m kissing you.”

You scoff. “You wouldn’t dare.”

He leans in closer. “Try me.”

You wave him off. “You’re all bark and no bite, Choi.”

The next day.

You're seated quietly. For once. Peaceful. Until he taps your shoulder with the tip of his pen. Again.

You ignore it. He does it again.

And again.

“Seungcheol,” you say through gritted teeth, “don’t.”

“But you look so focused. I just wanna— what’s the word?... distract you.”

Your eyebrow twitching and you slap his arm. Instinct. Just like always.

Except this time…

He doesn’t laugh.

He just stares at you. Dead serious.

And then, without saying a single word he leans forward.

You flinch slightly, not expecting him to actually—

But he does.

His lips press against yours. Gentle at first. Soft. Warm. Confident.

You freeze.

The chaos in your brain suddenly goes quiet. Like the whole room blurred out, and it's just the two of you and the echo of your racing heartbeat.

He pulls back slowly, eyes still on yours, expression unreadable.

“Still think I wouldn’t dare?” he says softly.

You’re speechless. Your heart’s going insane.

He chuckles, brushing past you casually. “Careful next time. One slap. One kiss. Remember?”

You're left sitting there, blinking, your lips still tingling.

And for the first time ever… You don't want to slap him back.

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sabrinizm · 2 months ago

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sunshine under the weather | l.s.m.

synopsis: when seokmin’s on his “deathbed,” you don’t hesitate. you show up with soup, medicine, and his favorite vitamin jellies. he whines, clings, and insists he’s dying. you roll your eyes and stay anyway.

pairing: lee seokmin (dk) x reader

genre: friends-to-lovers, comfort, fluff, confessionals, soft moments, sick!seokmin, mutual pining, emotional intimacy, lowkey domestic vibes

warnings: none, really... mentions of illnes and skinship

word count: ~2.1k

a/n: doing my first request on here from @seokminfilm !! i hope u enjoy <3 and i hope i did dk’s bright demeanor justice despite him being sick in this one TT enjoy <3

you don’t even knock when you arrive. seokmin gave you the spare key months ago, claiming it was “just in case,” but judging by the way he sounds over the phone—groggy, dramatic, and insistent that he’s “definitely on his deathbed”—this qualifies as an emergency.

“seokmin?” you call out, kicking off your shoes and juggling a tote bag full of supplies: water bottles, medicine, soup, and those vitamin jelly things he weirdly loves.

a faint groan echoes from the couch. “i’m here... barely.”

you find him bundled in a mountain of blankets, only the top of his messy hair and the tip of his nose visible. his cheeks are flushed, his eyes glassy, and there’s a tissue tragically hanging off his pinky finger like he got distracted mid-sneeze and gave up.

“you look like a burrito that’s seen better days,” you say gently, dropping your things on the coffee table.

“you’re lucky i’m too weak to fight back,” he mumbles, voice scratchy but still full of unnecessary sass. “is this... is this my final form?”

“you’re so dramatic,” you reply, already kneeling beside him to press the back of your hand to his forehead. he leans into your touch like a sunflower to sunlight. “yep. you’re burning up.”

he pouts, “told you. i’m dying.” groaning dramatically.

“you have a fever, not the plague.”

he tries to muster a whiny comeback but it’s lost in a cough that has him curling deeper into the blankets. you sigh and start unpacking your bag.

“we need to get you to bed.”

“but the couch is my kingdom now.”

“the couch smells like cough drops and sadness.”

he snorts. “you’re mean to a sick man.”

“and yet, here i am. come on.” you tug at the blanket. “up.”

it takes far too long, with plenty of exaggerated groans and muttered complaints (“you’re stronger than me. just carry me.” “i’m literally trying.”), but you finally manage to get him to his feet. sort of. he slumps against you dramatically, all long limbs and no coordination.

“wow,” you grunt. “you’re heavy.”

“muscle,” he whispers. “pure muscle.”

“you’re a noodle right now.”

he whines at this, flailing his arms as you steady yourself, “okay, now let’s get you to bed,” you say, guiding him slowly down the hallway. each step seems to drain him more, his grip on your arm growing slightly firmer with every passing second. when you finally manage to get him settled in bed, you start pulling the blankets over him.

he’s barely awake, eyes half-lidded, a slight pout on his lips. “i’m comfy... i’ll be fine, y/n.” he mumbles, not sounding very convincing at all.

“you’re feverish, seokmin. you need to cool down.” you brush his hair out of his face. “wait right here. i’ll get a towel with some ice water to help bring your temperature down.” just as you were standing up, he shifts in the bed, his hand weakly reaching out toward you as if he’s not quite ready to let you go. “don’t leave me…” his voice is barely audible, thick with sleep, but there's an almost desperate note to it.

you freeze, turning back to look at him, his big eyes peeking up at you from under his half-closed lashes. his hand is resting limply on the edge of the bed, as if reaching out to you, but it feels soft—fragile, even. you can’t help but pause, heart softening.

"i’m not going anywhere," you reply, moving back toward him. you brush a thumb across his hand, giving him a reassuring smile. “just need to grab a towel, okay?”

he closes his eyes for a second, letting out a little sigh. “stay close…” he murmurs, but there’s a trace of vulnerability in his voice now that he’s too tired to mask it.

you nod, your hand gently cupping his cheek. “i’m right here.”

when you finally leave to grab the towel, you can still hear his weak little hum of protest, but you know he’ll be okay. after all, you’re not going anywhere.

you quickly grab a basin, fill it with cold water and ice from the freezer, then rush back to seokmin’s side. when you re-enter the room, he’s curled up under the covers, his face flushed, cheeks burning with fever. his eyes are closed, but the slow, shallow rise and fall of his chest tells you he’s still awake—still fighting it.

you sit down beside him, carefully lifting his head just enough to slip a towel over his forehead. the second the cold hits his skin, he flinches.

“ah… cold!” he whines, scrunching his nose, his body curling in tighter as if he could escape the chill.

“sorry, i know,” you whisper, smoothing the towel over his forehead, trying to make it more bearable. he looks so fragile like this. not the usual sunshine you’re used to. and it does something to your heart—this version of him, all quiet and needy and not hiding how he feels.

“hold still for me, okay? just a little,” you murmur, fingers brushing his damp hair back gently. seokmin seems to melt back into the pillow, letting out a sigh, still shivering slightly from the cold.

“minnie…” the old nickname slips out before you even realize it, soft and natural, like it’s always been there. “you’re okay. you’re going to feel better soon.”

his eyes blink open, slow and glassy with fever. they search your face, and a tiny, tired smile tugs at his lips. his hand reaches up, rests gently over yours.

“minnie…” he repeats, his voice nothing more than a breath. “that’s... you haven’t called me that since highschool...”

you laugh quietly, heart twisting at the way he says the childish nickname, yet it holds an affectionate ring to it. it makes you want to stay like this forever. to keep him safe. to be the warmth he always is to everyone else.

you trail your fingers along his jaw, soft and comforting. “you’re adorable, you know that?” you whisper. and it’s not just teasing. not this time. there’s something tender in it, something honest.

his eyes flutter, and he lets out a soft yawn. “minnie…” he murmurs and repests the nickname in his tongue again, a little dazed now, and you press the towel to his skin once more.

you chuckle, heart warming at the way he says it, even though he’s still weak and feverish. it makes you realize how much you want to take care of him, how much you want to be there for him—always. maybe he’s always been your sunshine, but today, it feels like he’s the one who needs the warmth.

you brush his cheek gently, your thumb tracing the soft line of his jaw. “you’re adorable, you know that?” you say, your tone light, but there's a softness to it now that wasn’t there before. He’s not just the energetic seokmin now. he’s someone you want to protect, someone who, even in his most vulnerable state, makes you want to take care of him even more.

you don’t leave. you can’t. not when he looks so small in this bed, not when his fingers curl weakly around yours like he doesn’t want you to go.

seokmin’s eyes flutter open suddenly, and for a moment, he’s disoriented. he blinks a few times, trying to adjust to the dim light in the room, and then he sees you—still by his side, sitting right next to him, with your hair messy from the long day. the soft glow from the bedside lamp outlines your face, and his heart does this soft little skip when he notices how you look, a little worn out, but still there.

he can’t help it. he reaches out and gently brushes the strands of hair from your face, his touch tender. you stir, groaning slightly as you shift, but don’t quite wake up.

his hand lifts slowly, brushing a few strands from your face. his touch is gentle, reverent.

“y/n?” his voice is hoarse.

you blink, rubbing your eyes, clearly still half-asleep. “mmm… you up?” you murmur, not fully aware yet. “how do you feel?”

seokmin doesn’t answer immediately. his eyes linger on you, on how you’re still so worried about him despite how exhausted you must be. how you’re always looking out for him, even when you’re drained yourself. he smiles softly, but it’s gentle, sincere.

“i should be asking you that,” he says, and it’s laced with that soft, familiar concern that always makes your heart ache. you sneeze, a tiny, tired sound, and his face shifts immediately into a pout.

“ah… y/n...” he whines, leaning forward to grab your shoulders gently, pulling you toward him. “c’mere…” he murmurs, voice soft but insistent, and before you can react, he’s pulling you into his arms, tucking you against his chest.

you don’t fight it. you let yourself be drawn in, let him wrap his arms around you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. like it’s where you belong.

he tucks the blanket over both of you, his palm resting between your shoulder blades as he rubs slow, soothing circles.

you melt into him, your ear pressed against his chest, listening to the soft, steady beat of his heart.

you’re quiet for a moment, content in his arms, but there’s something bubbling up inside of him. a feeling he’s been trying to ignore for a while now. his heart beats a little faster, and he can’t quite shake the urge to say what’s been on his mind for longer than he’d like to admit.

“y/n,” he whispers. you tilt your head up, eyes meeting his. his hand cradles your cheek, thumb brushing lightly along your skin.

“i’m not going anywhere, okay?” his voice is steady, quiet but full of something that makes your breath catch. “i know you always take care of me… but this time, i want to take care of you.”

he pauses, swallows.

“and i wouldn’t want it any other way,” he says with a shy grin, like he’s trying to play it off—but the look in his bright, big eyes is serious. “you’re my best friend, yeah. but… i don’t want to be just your friend anymore. i want to be by your side… for real. not only as your ‘sunshine,’ or your study buddy. just as me, lee seokmin. and you.”

your heart stutters. everything goes still.

he’s never looked at you like this before. or maybe he has, and you just never let yourself notice.

you open your mouth, but he’s already speaking again.

“i don’t know when it happened. i just… i’ve always wanted more. i think i’ve always wanted you.”

his confession lingers in the air, warm and honest.

you stare at him, and suddenly all the lingering touches and late-night calls and “accidental” cuddles on movie nights hit you like a wave. it’s always been there. it’s always been him.

you lift your hand, press it gently to his cheek, your thumb brushing over the curve of his jaw.

“i’m not going anywhere either, seokmin,” you whisper. “i think i’ve always known… i wanted you, too.”

his smile stretches wide, eyes crinkling at the corners as he pulls you in tighter, like he’s afraid you might disappear.

“good,” he breathes. “because i don’t think i could ever let you go.” seokmin whines, practically squeezing you in his arms.

you giggle at this, sighing happily, soft and breathless, as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

and in that quiet, under the soft hum of the heater and the fading ice in the basin, something shifts. something clicks into place—

he’s your sunshine. and you’re finally ready to be his, too.

a/n: ahh !! i learned how to make gradient colors on text~ thank u for requesting a fic, it means so much to me and pushes me to write even more. would appreciate a follow and more requests like this. thank u guys sm <3 the taglist for my upcoming mingyu fic is still open !!

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