#seungmin drabble

[hyunverse]

baseball player boyfriend seungmin who's playful, sweet, and doting. takes you to practice almost every time, not shy to introduce you as his girlfriend. everyone knows you as kim seungmin's girlfriend — there's a special seat on the bleachers reserved for you.

baseball player boyfriend seungmin who loves when you come to his games. he's good at focusing entirely on the game but gosh, it's so hard to hide a smile when he hears your cheer. he's sure to have a small smile plastered across his face everytime he hears your loud, "go, seungseung!"

baseball player boyfriend seungmin who lets you have his jerseys. sure, he'll end up with none and have to buy new ones, but he doesn't mind. as long as his baby gets to sleep in his jersey, he's all good.

baseball player boyfriend seungmin who proudly walks to the field with a lipstick stain on his cheek. his teammates are whistling and teasing him? so be it. he's so nonchalant about it too — acting as though it's the most natural thing in the world. he's just so proud to have you.

[myseungsunglove]

Bet You Won’t | Ksm

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Reader

Warnings: just fluffy, sleepy thoughts

A/n: I’m just tired and a little needy so this soft thought popped into my mushy brain. Don’t mind me.

「© December 7, 2023 by myseungsungheart」

“I’m shy,” Seungmin protests, poking his bottom lip out cutely. “So don’t film me.”

“You keep doing that, I’m gonna kiss that pout right off your face,” you warn as you step into the dressing room with a deep yawn and stretch.

Seungmin stops pouting immediately and glances back at you, his eyebrows raising curiously. You’ve threatened him often, but you had never threatened to kiss him.

“Bet you won’t,” he challenges cheekily, a smirk quirking onto his face before he immediately returns to the pout, looking at you with the cutest puppy dog eyes.

You have wanted to kiss Seungmin for a long time and right now you were just sleepy enough to not give a damn about what anyone thought. And besides, he had asked for it, basically. Right?

You move so you are standing beside him, his gaze drifting up to you, watching your every move carefully. You cup his cheeks in your hands, his eyes widening at your sudden movement and bring his lips to yours.

At first, shock causes him to stiffen, but the moment his brain catches up, his hands move to wrap around your waist and pull you into his side as your lips move slowly and sleepily together, Seungmin humming appreciatively into the kiss.

“Well, I just did,” you finally pull away a little breathless. “And I’d do it again, so watch yourself,” you warn with a wink.

“Do it again right now,” he whispers, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back to him, this time kissing you more passionately, his tongue slipping into your mouth to taste you. Your chest feels like it could burst from the gesture, unable to process fully this swift turn of events.

“Whenever you want, Seungie,” you confess. “My lips are all yours,” you vow as he looks up at you, the biggest, most beautiful smile spreading across his lips.

Sometimes sleepy, reckless decisions turn out to be the best decisions.

[feelbokkie]

[8:39 PM]

☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️

genre: fluff drabble

pov: 2nd person

description: You decided to ask your boyfriend an innocent question. You didn't expect him to answer so honestly.

pairing: bf!Seungmin x gn!reader (reader wears makeup)

warnings: swearing (just one!)

word count: 476

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"Seungmin, when do you think I'm prettiest?"

"I'm not falling for that trick." He answers without wasting a second.

Both of you got home for the day around the same time and have been relaxing on the couch together in silence. You were scrolling through tiktok, showing Seungmin ones you thought were funny, while he hummed quietly and read. You only stopped scrolling because you saw a new trend where people would ask their partners when they thought they were the most attractive, pretties, handsome, etc. It made you curious to see what Seungmin's answer would be.

"There's no trick. I'll even tell you what my answer would be for you. But only after you answer. Please? I wanna know." You get up from his side and face him. He presses his lips together and stares at you. You're not sure if he's considering answering or trying to think of an answer. Maybe he just thinks you're stupid for asking the question in the first place.

"I think you're prettiest the second you take off your makeup." He says after a moment of silence.

"What?" You're taken aback by his answer. You want to laugh but you're not sure if he's actually joking or not. You know that if he's being serious and you laugh it'll hurt his feelings and he'll immediately retract his statement saying something along the lines of, 'I don't find you pretty at all. You're really ugly.'

"You're really pretty when you put your makeup. You do it really well and it suits you the way you do it," He closes his book and turns to face you more directly, "But I think you look best bare faced. It's my favorite version of you. I don't know, it's just my preference maybe. And I like watching you take off your makeup. It's almost like opening up a present on Christmas. Watching you go from one beautiful version of yourself to the most beautiful version makes me really happy-- Hey, why are you crying?"

"B-because, that is the sweetest thing you've ever said to me!" You blubber. You can't help but crying at Seungmin's answer. He had such a soft voice and bright smile while he was talking, it made you realize how much he really loves you. And how much you love him back.

"I'm sure I've said sweeter things," Seungmin brings his left hand to your face and wipes away your tears with his right hand.

"I don't care. This is number one now. I was going to say you look prettiest when you smile but that sounds lame in comparison." You sniffle.

"If you said it, it wouldn't be lame."

"I will cry again,"

"You also look pretty when you cry." He adds, smiling.

"I'm about to become so fucking beautiful in a second if you don't stop being sweet."

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[godslino]

i am so obsessed with your writing style and im so happy to see that you like to write kidfics because i don’t see them often !! could you write seungmin as a dad?

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TINY HANDS | seungmin dad!seungmin. request. 640 words.

Tiny hands.

It’s the one thing Seungmin will never get used to—ten fingers, ten little fingernails, soft skin that he can’t get enough of.

“What are you doing?”

Seungmin looks up just as you’re walking into the living room, freshly showered and hair still damp. Beautiful as ever.

He doesn’t allow himself to be distracted for too long, immediately turning his attention back to the sleeping baby in his lap. His baby.

“I’m counting her fingers.” he says, rubbing his thumb along each individual digit. He could get lost in his own head like this, comparing the size of his own hand to the borderline microscopic ones that your daughter has.

“Well, does she have them all?” you ask as you burrow into the armchair across from him, “Because if she doesn’t then I have a phone call to make.”

Seungmin chuckles and brings one of her tiny hands to his lips, places a small kiss on her knuckles. “Don’t worry, they’re all here.”

Everything about her is so delicate. Seungmin was scared at first, worried that she’d break if he touched her. Born two weeks early, she was smaller than anything he’d ever seen before. Seungmin couldn’t believe that he had a part in creating that, in making a human so beautiful, living proof of your love for one another. It’s still surreal to him, like a dream that he hopes he never wakes up from.

Once he got over his initial fear that he’d accidentally hurt her, Seungmin never spent a second without her close to him.

Sometimes you scold him, tell him that she’ll never get used to sleeping in her crib because she’s always nestled into the crook of his elbow. Even when he’s doing things around the house, he baby wears like a champ, has her pressed up against his chest as he parades around the living room in what was supposed to be your swaddle carrier.

“That wasn’t a gift for you, idiot.” Is what Minho had said the first time he stopped by and caught a glimpse of Seungmin with it on.

“He literally won’t take it off.” you laughed, grabbing the bags of groceries out of Minho’s hands so he could shuffle over and coo over her sleeping figure tucked into the fabric, a proud look on Seungmin’s face.

Seungmin doesn’t know how he’s going to do it when she gets bigger. What if he never gets to carry her again? What if she doesn't want him to carry her? What if her hands grow so much that he can’t hold both of them in his own anymore? Seungmin’s thought about it so many times, has driven himself to tears over hypothetical situations that are eons away from ever happening.

Seungmin holds his daughter like he has the world in his hands. He rubs his nose against her cheeks and smiles when she blinks at him, makes noises that have her opening and closing her mouth in an attempt to copy him. He takes an endless amount of pictures that eat away at the storage on his phone but he really couldn’t care less. He sings to her when she cries and laughs when she burps after every feeding session. He whispers stories to her about how the two of you met when she wakes up in the middle of the night and he has to rock her back to sleep. He hopes and dreams that one day, when she’s older, she’ll know that his love for her extends much farther than any distance imaginable.

Tiny hands. Ten little fingers. Seungmin watches as they wrap around his own and smiles brighter than the sun.

When you eventually move to snuggle up next to him, your head against his chest as you both sit with a finger curled inside of each of your daughter’s little fists, nothing else matters.

This is love, and it’s Seungmin’s to keep forever.

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[blue-jisungs]

best employee

a/n. not sure proofread sorry :(

word count. 1077

warnings. like one or two swear words

finally finishing your report, you clicked to save the file. while the empty, pixelated strip showed on the screen and filled gradually with green, you leaned back and shot your arms above your head, stretching. once saved, you closed the program and grabbed two empty mugs and the dirty plate you had on your desk.

entering the social room, you saw some of your coworkers. after quickly grabbing another (4th? 5th?) cup of coffee this day, you joined them.

all of them were from different departments except felix. gunil, the oldest one, scoffed.

“you look like death”

sending him a thunderous glare, you just took a sip of the warm beverage. it was disgusting, the company should really invest in getting a new coffee machine.

“i feel like death” you mumbled and lia shook her head.

“how about you just… don’t stay up all night to finish the project?” she hummed, pushing a plate with brownies (you assumed they were made by felix) towards you

“listen! i wouldn’t have to it our amazing boss didn’t give me so much work!” you whined, grabbing one.

“what? did mr kim give you extra work again?” felix asked, his australian accent coming through. you nodded with a pout, lia sending you an apologetic smile “i don’t think that’s normal”

“i know! ugh, last monday i was the last person to leave the office! even chan left earlier…” you grunted “also those are really good..?”

“i know, thanks” felix winked “but… did you do anything to upset mr kim? you’re the only one who gets extra paperwork”

“i don’t know…” you sighed and rolled your eyes “maybe if that dumb idiot–“

lia’s eyes went wide, gunil made a chopping (what is he doing?) gesture next to his throat

“–wasn’t so focused on checking out the new interns, then i wouldn’t have to do his work” you grunted

“speaking of interns, did you go through the ehs training with them as i asked you last week?”

“of course i did! as if we don’t have the people to do it and i, a poor–“ your voice died in your throat as you slowly turned around, just to meet mr kim’s ebony irises on you.

kim seungmin, your boss, was standing behind you. in a neat suit and black tie, holding a coffee cup with a puppy on it, he was laser focused on you. and you could swear there was a ghost of a smirk dancing on his lips.

“good. i still need a report of that with their signatures assigned. i suggest you get this done by today evening, l/n” he said, voice stern. then he looked at your co-workers, nodding slightly “enjoy your meals”

and off he went, back to his office.

“i hate that asshole” you mumbled, aggressively snatching another brownie

“to be honest… i think he hates you too” gunil said, earning a laugh from the rest.

you let out another deep sigh and for the 8th time this hour, fixed your position with a creak of the chair.

“for god’s sake y/n, stop moving so much”

you looked up at your boyfriend and put down the pen with a small thump.

“i wouldn’t of someone wouldn’t give me extra amount of unnecessary work” you hissed and kicked his leg.

seungmin looked at you lazily, eyes twinkling with mischief from above his glasses’ lenses.

“you do realise i wouldn’t do that if you didn’t gossip about me?” he tilted his head with a smile.

“gossip? what do you mean? what i do in my spare time is not your interest” you huffed, crossing your arms.

“it is, technically. as your boss…” he started but then his gaze fell back to his laptop “i assume you’re just jealous, baby”

“jealous?! of those interns?! pffff! i’m just tired of being mistreated!” you punctuated your words with a soft punch at the table.

“you do realise i can’t great you differently only because we’re dating? it would be unfair for others” seungmin fixed his glasses. you stood up and started pacing around the kitchen.

“yeah, well… i know. but i still don’t get why do you actually give me more work” you mumbled and looked at him.

boss kim was always neat, elegant, in a tie. his hair was styled and his composure always radiated some kind of coldness.

your boyfriend seungmin though looked like a fluffy stuffed toy. with an oversized shirt thrown in his body and messy hair, he looked adorable. glasses adorning his nose (since he wore lenses for work), a bare-faced cutie and nothing but relaxed and calmed composure.

“maybe this will teach you a lesson. besides, i literally help you. all the time” he turned around on the chair. something told you there’s at least one more reason.

“just admit it, you like to see me suffer” you stuck your tongue out and reached for a bag of his favourite snacks.

coming back to the table, you opened the snacks and put them in the middle of all your work clutter.

“i do” he chuckled and you just rolled your eyes “to be honest, i give you some extra work so my best employee doesn’t get snatched away”

“that’s… literally all the way around! if i’m your best employee, shouldn’t i get more projects where i can show my potential?” you teased, looking him in the eye. seungmin fixed his glasses with a swift move, tired expression on his face. yet, he was smiling and there was a boyish glint in his eye

“if you do show potential, you’ll get transferred. i make enough money to provide care for both of us and that way we can see each other at work everyday” he shrugged, leaving you speechless.

“yah, kim seungmin, you’re literally something else” you mumbled and shook your head “as long as you stop making me babysit those interns…”

“you were an intern once too, baby. and i was babysitting you then” he smiled upon the memory “and stop chatting with that felix guy so much, then i might stop”

“oh? are you jealous? mr big boss kim seungmin? jealous? i can’t believe my ears!” you gasped dramatically.

silence fell between you two, giving you a clear answer. seungmin came back to his work, the typing sounds filling the room. you swore you saw a hint of pink bloom on the top of his ears.

“i really do need that report though”

“oh fuck off”

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[yangkitties]

late night epiphanies ✩ k.sm

pairing: kim seungmin x gn!reader || word count: 0.7k genre: fluff || warnings: brief mention about exam stress, food mention, lmk if i missed smth :) synopsis: late night study sessions tend to make you snacky, so what happens when there are no snacks lefy in the house? note: raahhhhh nyx back at it again 💪 this one is a lil bit of an old one but i loooveee the cute n cosey vibes and i hope y'all enjoy it too :] as always my askbox is open, enjoy reading 🫶

Finals week was killing you. You spent hours upon hours during the day and the night, trying to cram as much information you could into your head. At one point you didn’t even know if you were comprehending what you were reading. 

Frustrated, you tilt your head back in your chair, getting a good view of the ceiling. Your body felt numb, entire being only filled with dread and exhaustion. You sighed and dragged your palms over your face, stretching as you got up. 

‘Fuck this I need a break.’ You dreamt of vacation, crisp air and the smell of coffee and strolling down bustling streets. You shook your head, fluffy hair covering your eyes as the little image shattered before you.

Your eyes darted to the clock on your desk, the bold red letters glared ‘1:08 AM’. You were about to give up and just go to bed when your stomach grumbled. You thought back and realised it had been over 8 hours since you had last eaten. 

Soon, you were pawing through the refrigerator at your small apartment that you shared. All you found was cooking ingredients and nothing that you could make instantly. At that moment you decided to go for a late night grocery run. Only to be reminded that you would need to borrow your roommates car. 

You roommate was also likely up but you didn’t want to disturb him in case he wasn’t. But just as you closed the door and decided to give up once more, you heard him come out his room. 

‘Oh, you’re still up..’ Seungmin commented, yawning as he ruffled his soft brown hair. 

‘Yeah, studying. Got up to eat but there isn’t anything left.’ You pointed out, unknowing sadness bleeding into your voice. Seungmin, ever the observant, picked it up, and being the wonderful soul he is, offered to take you to the grocery. 

‘Wait really? Thank you so much!!’ You jumped up to grab a jacket before you could step out. ‘Only ‘cause im hungry too..’ he huffed out as he pulled on his own and jingled his keys as he waited for you. 

You hadn’t realised when you had gone over to the laundry basket that you had grabbed the first jacket you spotted. And it was too late to turn around when you did notice that the sleeves were too long snd that it smelled faintly like books and coffee, like Seungmin. It slipped your mind the second you stepped out into the cold of the night as he lead you to his car. Seungmin unconsciously smiled, observing your sweater paws created by his jacket. 

The car ride was filled with a comfortable silence, Seungmin concentrating in the road and you staring out the window enjoying the night breeze. In between, Seungmin started to hum softly and your ears filled with the gift of his beautiful musical talents. 

Soon enough you were pushing a shopping cart between the two off you, Seungmin manoeuvring it while you picked out snacks from the shelves. 

Once you arrived to the instant food section, you spotted your favourite ramen. There was only one hitch. It was placed on the highest shelf, and neither of you were tall enough. 

Determined, you grabbed the cart’s handle, dangerously close to Seungmin and reached up. Worried and not thinking, his hands instantly went around your waist, holding you safely. 

Soon enough you plucked the box out of the shelf and landed proudly next to Seungmin, whose hands were gently resting around you. Turning, you smiled in victory at him, eyes forming little crescents. 

You put the box in the cart and held on to the handle, pushing it along with Seungmin. Unthinking, he placed his hand own on top of yours, naturally intertwining your fingers. 

You noticed, but didn’t mind. His soft callouses from playing the guitar and warmth felt nice against your hand. You continued on, as if unaware. 

Seungmin on the other hand, was hyper aware. The jarring cold of your hand, the way your fingers fit right into his, all were things that made him feel butterflies. But before anything could possibly happen, you bring your hand down, taking his with it. 

Your hands swinging between the two of you, sometimes knocking against the handle. But neither of you mind, finding comfort in the odd hour. 

As you drive back home, you trace shapes into your own palm, smiling at the warmth Seungmin’s hand left behind. 

Back at the apartment you thank him for the ride and squeeze his arm before parting ways. 

Leaving traces of your warmth on his hand, his heartbeat ten times faster than he though possible. With the same speed, his thoughts raced, all towards one conclusion. Seungmin liked you.

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[writingforstraykids]

Ohh please I'm begging for Chan x Jeongin with a daddy kink🙏🏻🙏🏻💌

Pairing: Chanin | Jeongchan (mention of Seungmin in the end👀)

Word Count: 1404

Warnings/Tags: smut, soft!dom!chan, needy!sub!innie, daddy!kink, praising, begging, dry-humping

A/N: I'm so happy more of you have requested Chan x Jeongin, I'm starting to love them🤭💕

Part of the 💌 event. More here

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Chan was sitting on their sofa, working on a few new songs. It was his day off but he just wanted to add some finishing touches to them before enjoying his break. All of the others were gone, busy working, and he felt a little guilty for sitting around at home. Well, almost all of the others. Their maknae was sitting at the other end of the sofa, scrolling through his phone and sighing softly from time to time. Chan could imagine what was bothering him and decided not to ask. Jeongin knew he could ask if he needed some special attention. 

Chan glanced over at him for a moment and bit back a smile. He was cuddled up beneath a blanket, wearing a sweater of Chan, hair still adorably ruffled up from his nap earlier. He reached over and gently rubbed his thigh, only parted by the blanket and the fabric of his pants. “Doing alright, Innie?”

“Mhm,” he hummed and kept scrolling, stopping as another edit of Chan in his Christopher mode popped up. He watched, intrigued, as Chan rolled his hips, pulled up his shirt, and poked out his tongue as he put his abs on display. “God,” he breathed out. 

“Huh?” he asked, not really paying attention. If he would've he would see the blush creeping up his friend's neck, the need filling his eyes and making him shiver. 

“Nothing,” he muttered and pretended to change his position on the sofa but, in reality, shuffled down his pants and boxers. He quickly shoved his fingers into his mouth as Chan didn't look before reaching down between his legs beneath the blanket. He gently eased a finger into his hole and choked on a moan, trying to cover it up with a cough. 

Chan pretended not to notice and kept on working. He knew that Jeongin had a hard time keeping his mouth shut and would be begging before he knew it. He gave him another few minutes, and glancing over, his head had dropped back against the armrest, eyes fluttering suspiciously. He was biting his lower lip hard and subtly moved his hips, meeting his fingers. He kept his gaze back on his laptop and laughed. “You know, if you're fucking your fingers to the sight of me, the least you can do is let me hear.”

Jeongin’s eyes widened, and he flinched as Chan closed his laptop and pulled the blanket off his body. “Hyung,” he whimpered at his exposure. 

Chan smiled at the sight of him, pants barely shoved down enough to get access. His hand was buried four fingers up until his knuckles were inside of him, and his dick was leaking against his stomach. “Feeling needy?”

“Daddy, please,” he moaned, pushing back on his fingers.

“Oh, that needy already,” he smirked and gently rubbed his hands down his bare thighs. “Needy little baby Innie,” he said fondly. 

He huffed in frustration, and his eyes got teary. “Need you. Please. Need you so bad,” he whimpered. 

“Yeah?” he asked gently, and Jeongin nodded eagerly. 

“Hurts, daddy,” he whimpered, and Chan soothingly fondled his stomach, collecting the precum and wrapping his hand around his dick. “Need you so bad, wanna feel full, wanna be good for you. Needed you all day but you were busy working.”

“Shh, daddy's here now, okay?” Chan said soothingly and leaned down, planting a kiss on his forehead. “Now relax, okay, let me help you out.”

Jeongin nodded and carefully pulled his fingers out, whimpering at the loss. “Daddy,” he whined and reached out for him. 

Chan sat back into his prior spot and lifted him into his lap, kissing him calmingly. He rubbed his sides, planting tiny kisses all over his face. “I got you, baby boy.”

Jeongin held onto him tightly, burying his face in his shoulder. “M’so needy, it's embarrassing,” he whines, blushing heavily. Even now, he can't stop himself from grinding down against him. “Woke up hard, but everyone was gone already and I couldn't find you either. Tried my toy but you feel so much better,” he rambled on. 

“You're so cute,” he whispered adoringly and rubbed his lower back, slipping his hand beneath his shirt. “Such a needy little baby.”

“Only for you,” he breathed out, and Chan knew that was true. Their youngest hadn't been messing around with anyone else. Chan had been his first and stayed his only, which explained the soft spot he had for him. “Only for daddy.”

Chan smiled softly and kissed his cheek. “Good boy.” He gently patted his hips before shuffling down his own pants and stroking himself a few times. “Wait, I haven't got any lube.”

Jeongin reached into the pocket of his pants. “Here, I didn't want to waste time,” he admitted, and Chan laughed before spreading some on his hand. He gently eased his fingers into him, checking if he was ready. Jeongin whimpered deliciously and pressed right back. 

“Okay, relax for me, yeah?” he said gently and covered his dick in lube before pushing into him slowly. 

Jeongin pushed back eagerly, sinking down on him a little too fast and crying out in pain as the stretch got too much. 

Chan's grip on his hips got firm. “Hey, look at me,” he said gently, and he did, eyes teary, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. “I know you're needy, baby, but don't hurt yourself. We have all the time you need, and I won't stop until you're fully satisfied, yeah?”

“O-Okay,” he stammered. “I'm sorry.”

“It's all good,” he promised and connected their lips to a kiss, gently rolling his hips and helping him sink down on him. 

A hot tear slipped down his cheek as he finally felt full. “Thank you, daddy. It feels so good,” he rambled, and Chan giggled softly. Chan started kissing down his neck lovingly, smiling as the younger gripped his hair. “Please, can you mark me up? Make me yours?”

Chan melted at this simple request. “You're mine. My pretty baby boy,” he promised and sank his teeth into his skin, biting down and sucking a loving mark.

Jeongin purred above him, riding him eagerly. Sweet little moans and whimpers left his lips and grew in pitch and volume. They mixed with Chan's muffled groans against his lips as he enjoyed the rough, fast pace his baby was setting. Chan choked on his breath as Jeongin seemed to have managed to drag his prostate along his dick, crying out in pure bliss. “Fuck, Channie, daddy, please, right there,” he babbled, and Chan took over, pounding into him forcefully. 

Chan watched as he turned into a begging, rambling, crying mess above him. He started praising him, telling him how good he was, how beautiful, how sweet, and Jeongin melted into a puddle. 

“Daddy's good boy?” he moaned out needily. 

“Daddy's best boy,” Chan assured him, and Jeongin all but sobbed. “Gosh, you're emotional today,” he said adoringly, watching his head fall back, eyes rolling back and grip growing tight. 

“Da-Daddy,” he sobbed. “Close, so close, please.”

“Yeah, wanna cum? Make a mess of daddy and cum all over me?” he asked, and Jeongin whimpered in response. 

“Please, daddy, I've been good, please, please,” he chanted, and Chan gently squeezed his hips, giving him permission. 

“Cum for daddy, pretty baby,” he told him, and Jeongin tensed up, releasing thick ropes of cum all over him as he came with a shout of Chan's name. 

Chan buried his face in his chest as he followed shortly after and kept pounding into him needily. “Fuck, such a good boy for daddy, so so good,” he told him as Jeongin kept on sobbing his name. 

“Don't stop,” he whimpered through sobs, still longing for more. “Please don't stop, daddy.”

Someone dropped a bag, making them both flinch and stare up in shock. “Seriously? Without me?” Seungmin pouted at them. “Daddy?” he asked, his pout growing even wider. 

“Hey, puppy,” Chan smiled mischievously, grunting softly as Jeongin was still moving. “Wanna join daddy and his good little boy?” he asked, and everything happened at once. Seungmin's lips parted with an obscene moan, and he dropped onto his knees right where he was. Jeongin came a second time, hard, burying his face in his shoulder with a shout before whimpering ‘daddy’ and Seungmin's name. Chan watched them, a little stunned, before smirking softly. “Well, come here then, pup.”

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[snowyquokka]

GOOD HAIR DAY

cw: drabble, mature themes MDNI, fem reader, swearing, lead up to sex but none actually (robbed ik), reader is called a brat like once, mentions of cutting jypapi

wc: 323

a.n - this idea came from @myseungsunglove <3 ty for the inspo ml

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“If JYP makes you cut your hair I might just cut him,” You’re sitting next to Seungmin in bed, backs against the headboard as you stroke the ends of his newly grown out hair. He chuckles and turns his head towards you before kissing the tip of your nose.

“I will do everything in my power to keep it like this for as long as I can.”

Your hand snakes up the back of his neck to grip his hair at the roots, using it to pull him into a hot kiss. He groans and swipes his tongue over your bottom lip. Seungmin pulls away and grins, “All this because of my hair? Damn baby, wonder what you’ll do when I dye it blonde again.”

You whine as he dips his head back down to you and bites your lip.

“Such a tease,” You pout, earning a laugh from him.

“Don’t try and act like you don’t love it, bubs. You aren’t fooling anyone.” You roll your eyes playfully and let out a half giggle half gasp when Seungmin grabs you by the waist and picks you up before placing you on his lap so you’re straddling him. Your hand makes it way back up his neck to lace through his silky strands.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” You bite your lip in an attempt to stifle the smile tugging at your lips, “Keep it up, brat. You won’t be able to speak for days when I’m done.”

He brushes your hair behind your ear and trails his fingers down to the base of your neck, the lower he does the harder you feel his erection get.

“Don’t you have practice soon?” You mumble into the kiss he just pulled you into, trying to get off his lap. Seungmin digs his fingers into your hips, forcing you to stay seated.

“I do. But you’re gonna finish what you started, pup.”

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[softstraykidshours]

[7:28 pm] "what. are. you. wearing?" you ask the question as calmly as possible, but your eyes are practically bugging out of your head as they dart back and forth between seungmin and the other people in the restaurant to see if anyone has noticed him. several people have and you can feel your cheeks growing red from embarrassment.

"what? this old thing?" he asks playfully, gesturing casually to the cropped pink baby tee he has on. "i almost couldn't decide between this and that one black shirt with the puffy sleeves, but i felt like this one went better with my pants. wouldn't you agree?"

"seungmin!" you whisper-shout, desperately trying to not attract any more attention as the hostess walks the two of you back to your table. y didn't miss the look on her face when she saw him or the way she is clearing trying to suppress a laugh as she seats you both. "of all the times to wear my clothes did it have to be when we went to a fancy restaurant?"

"hey, last i checked you were the one who stole my brand new sweatshirt before i even got a chance to wear it. so really, you're the one to blame, i'm simply evening the playing field." he wiggles his eyebrows while smirking and you have to suppress a groan.

you should have known better, he is notorious for doing this every time you borrow his clothes. but, you couldn't help it. his new hoodie was just so soft and cozy and basically the perfect thing to wear to class to stay warm during the chilly season.

"okay, okay, fineeee, i'll give it back the second we get home."

"thank you," he chirps back happily before pulling out the menu to start perusing.

"now will you please put on a coat or something, people are staring," you plead with him, desperate to get the attention off of the two of you.

"but why? i look great," he argues back, squaring his shoulders as he gestures once more to the shirt that's barely covering him. the movement stretches the fabric slightly, making it look even tighter on his frame. you can't help but giggle at the sight, his silliness making you start to forget the fact that so many people in this restaurant are watching him.

after dinner the two of you go for a stroll through the city. despite the chill in the air, seungmin refuses to put on a jacket, determined to show off his outfit. as time goes on you're no longer embarrassed by the surprised glances from strangers when they take in the sight of your goofy boyfriend walking around in a tiny pink crop top. instead you walk hand in hand, arms swinging and laughing along with him at every strange look or whispered comment from people passing by.

[hyunverse]

ways he shows you he loves you ☆ kim seungmin

kim seungmin x gn! reader. a short, soft drabble. no warnings, just soft and doting boyfriend seungmin!! 363 words.

being loved by seungmin comes in many forms.

it comes in the form of chaste kisses during early mornings — when the grass is wet from dew and the room is blanketed with silence. when seungmin thinks he's the only one awake and places kisses on your face, each kiss as tender as his heart when it comes to you.

it comes in the form of a fresh mug of coffee awaiting each morning. freshly brewed, the aroma of coffee beans lingering in the air, along with the subtle scent of vanilla. the coffee's made just how you like it. seungmin's already at the dining table, flashing a small smile and a reminder of the importance of breakfast.

being loved by seungmin is stepping into a spotless home, floor freshly mopped and clean laundry neatly folded. vanilla candles lit around the house, the scent giving you a sense that you're home. during weeks when you're slumped with work, seungmin tries his best to ease your burden at home.

at times when things are hard, and everything hurts — seungmin's love is the warm water you soak yourself in, his fingers softly threading through your hair. it's the smell of peony all over your hair, as he gently massages your hair. it's the soft tone of his voice as he hums your favourite song.

seungmin's love comes in the form of rainy days spent inside. old movies, take-outs, sitting on top of him on the sofa. your legs are wrapped around his waist, giggling as you feel feather-like kisses peppered all over your face. he's cupping your face, and for every kiss on the face, a love confession is whispered. soft and tender — like it's meant for you and only you.

sometimes, his affection is laced in the way he waits by your office door, hands shoved into his pockets. you see it in his eyes as he smiles at you, bidding a hello and inviting you for lunch. at lunch, the affection is shown when he peels your shrimps for you, despite teasing you about no being independent.

kim seungmin's love comes in many forms, each form a wordless way of saying "i love you."

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[myseungsunglove]

First Pitch | Ksm

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x reader 

Warnings: angsty, wrapped in fluff

Word Count:  1.2k

𖠫Summary: Seungmin struggles to understand why his fiance can’t be by his side on one of the most important days of his life. 

✎A/N✎: This has just been floating around in my head since Seungmin threw his first pitch. It’s nothing special, but I’m kind of in love with it. Hope someone out there likes it, if any of you remember that I actually write since it’s been over a month. hides in shame 

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「©  April 11, 2024 by myseungsunglove」

You sit in the car on the drive to the stadium and the mood is somber. Seungmin is nervous about throwing the first pitch of the game between the All Korea team and the LA Dodgers, a team that he has always admired. 

Couple that with the fact that you aren't allowed to be there with him during one of the biggest moments of his life and you could cut the tension in the car with a knife. Seungmin had wanted you by his side for the first pitch and the company had given the both of you a resounding no. You understood why, and at the end of the day, you believe that Seungmin did too, but it didn’t mean that he was happy about it. 

“Explain it to me one more time,” he mutters, interlacing his long fingers with yours as he glares at the back of the manager's head. “Like I’m five.” You know the anger isn’t necessarily directed at your manager, but when Seungmin has his mind set on something that seems logical to him, he just can’t let it go. He is stubborn that way.

The manager sighs audibly from the front seat, his shoulders rising and falling visibly as he turns to face the two of you. 

“Seungmin, we’ve gone over this many times,” he responds patiently, avoiding the discussion altogether. 

“So go over it again,” Seungmin snaps. 

“Seung,” you whisper beside him, squeezing his hand gently. He doesn’t look at you. 

“Please,” he adds for your benefit. 

The manager blinks slowly at him, empathy coupled with patience etched on his face. 

“Y/n would be the only member of SKZ that is here with you when everyone else’s schedules are too busy,” your manager starts. "Frankly, her schedule is too busy to even be here as long as she is."

“Y/n is the only member of SKZ that I’m engaged to, so it makes sense that she’s here,” Seungmin retorts. “I fail to see the issue.” 

The manager sighs heavily. 

“You are well aware that the public doesn’t know that. They don’t even know you’re together. If she is the only one to show up at your first pitch, people will talk. Everyone will speculate. They already do and this will just add fuel to the fire.”

“Let them talk,” Seungmin says with a shrug, his brow set. He’s nothing if not determined. 

“Minnie,” you whisper beside him. His attention is pulled away from the manager, his frustrated puppy eyes turning on you like a weapon. “If I’m the only one here, if people start to talk, this event, this huge opportunity for you becomes about us and what we are. It’s no longer about this awesome opportunity that you are getting,” you tell him. "If even one of the guys could have come too, maybe it would be different, but you know we're preparing for the fanmeeting and a comeback. There is no time." You squeeze his hand gently. "But I made time."

He scowls at you, but it’s soft, as he considers your argument.

“I know,” he relents, looking down at your clasped hands, rubbing over the top of your hand gently. His cheeks puff out in frustration and he blows all the air from them before he speaks again. “But I need you there,” he whines. 

It isn't often that Seungmin admits that he needs anyone. His confession makes your heart clench in your chest. You’ve never seen him this nervous before. Not even when he proposed to you. 

With your free hand, you gently place your palm against his cheek and lift his face so that you are eye to eye. 

“I love you more than the air I breathe, Kim Seungmin,” you tell him. 

He leans in and kisses you. It’s soft and slow, his hands parting from yours so that he can grab your waist and pull you into his arms. When he pulls away a little breathless, you speak again. 

“And I will be there,” you assure him. Your manager turns around to look at you, a slightly concerned look on his face. You scowl back at him, a look that tells him you’ve got this under control and to chill out. “I won’t be right beside you, but I've got a seat right behind the catcher. I’ll have the best seat in the house. I’ll be able to see your pretty face and the best opening pitch anyone has ever seen,” you tell him. 

His forehead falls against yours with a sigh. 

“You’ll arrange for me to meet y/n before the game starts to say goodbye before she heads back to the company? After I’ve thrown the pitch?” he asks. The question directed at your manager. 

“We already have,” he says. 

Seungmin’s big brown boba eyes meet yours and they have softened from the start of the conversation. 

“Okay,” he says, resigned, his hands dancing along your thighs nervously like he still has more to say. “Can I have a minute with my fiancé?” he asks. It's not really a question. You realize that the car has parked in a garage at the stadium. You're in a corner away from prying eyes. With tinted windows, no one would know there was anyone in the car. “Alone,” he emphasizes with a small possessive growl. You can’t help the smirk that slips onto your face. 

Without any pushback, the manager and the driver get out of the car and walk a respectable distance away. 

Seungmin wastes no time pulling you onto his lap so that you are straddling him. You sigh longingly as his hands gently caress your face and pull your lips to his. This kiss is hungry, needy. His soft mouth is insistent as his tongue slips past your lips to taste you. His hands have wandered down your body and up under the back of your shirt, the pads of his fingers dancing along your back as he kisses you breathless. 

“Want to tell them,” he mumbles against your mouth, his breath heavy against your lips. “No more secrets,” he adds, kissing you hard again. 

You can’t help the moan that escapes your throat and the thrill that runs through your body at his words. Seungmin doesn’t want your relationship to be behind closed doors anymore. 

“You want everyone to know?” you ask when you're forced to pull away again, your breath coming in short, quick gasps. 

“Yes,” he answers simply, gazing into your eyes. “I can’t have another big moment like this where you can’t be right there with me,” he confesses. “You’re my everything, Y/N,” he looks at you with glassy boba eyes, the emotions he is feeling threatening to overflow. “I need you.” 

You hold his face in yours and stare into his eyes. 

“We’ll talk to Chan and our manager tonight about how to move forward,” you agree. “Surely they knew this was coming sooner rather than later. We’ve been engaged for nearly six months,” you chuckle softly. 

He smiles brightly at you then and you can’t help but return the gesture. He kisses you quick as you move to get off his lap. 

“Alright, my baseball player Kim Seungmin. You’ve got to get out of here and go show them how kick ass you are,” you tell him, kissing him on the cheek. 

He chuckles shyly, your favorite sound only second to his beautiful voice, as he moves to open the door, his shoulders shaking out his shirt like he does when he gets a little nervous. You love that you can still make him flustered even with a simple compliment.

He holds his hand out for you to grab, pulling you from the car and into his waiting arms where he kisses you once more. 

“One for good luck,” he smiles against your lips. 

“Not that you’ll need it,” you tell him, kissing him slowly. 

“Love you,” he whispers against your lips. 

“You better,” you smile up at him. “Cause I’m not going anywhere, Kim Seungmin.”

[feelbokkie]

[2:06 AM]

☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️

genre: fluff drabble

pov: 2nd person

description: just as quite day with you, seungmin, and your kids...until it's suddenly not so quiet.

pairing: dad!Seungmin x gn!reader

warnings: none

word count: 475

©feelbokkie (2023) — all rights reserved. reposting/modification of any kind is not tolerated.

You sit on the porch of your house. It warm air swirls around you, blowing in your hair in the slight breeze. Your son Haneul lays on your chest, resting his head. You're not sure if he's just being really quiet while being comforted by your touch as he watches his older sister and dad or if he fell asleep. You're a little too scared to even check. Your left hand gently strokes his back while your right hand holds a book, both of your legs propped up on the patio couch.

Seungmin and your daughter Hei-Ran stand in the yard. They've been in the sun for the past couple of hours playing with Seungmin's baseball equipment that they found while playing hide and seek. Until now, they've been practicing catching and tossing the ball. You have to admit, your daughter is showing a lot of talent for her age. Seungmin was practically bouncing with joy after her first pitch and when she caught the ball when he threw it at her. Like a puppy happy to see its owner after a long day.

Now you set your book down when Seungmin walked, practically skipped, past you earlier with a bat. You watch carefully as Seungmin coaches Hei-Ran on where to place her hands. The bat is a little too big for her, but she does her best to follow his instructions. Seungmin kneels behind her, placing his hands over hers, and mimics a swing with her, letting her get a feel for the motion.

After a few more faux swings Seungmin stands up and lets Hei-Ran do a few on her own. When he's satisfied, he grabs the baseball and his glove and stands in front of her. He goes through the motions of an actual pitch before carefully lobbing the ball to her. She manages to hit the ball back at him. Both she and Seungmin drop their respective equipment and jump up.

"Did you see that?" They ask in unison, speaking loudly.

"I did. You two should do that away from the house though." You reply, worried about the ball breaking something in the house.

"It's fine, she's still learning." Seungmin reassures you as he picks up the ball yet again.

The two of them do a few more pitches and swings. After watching them for a few minutes you, feeling a bit more comfortable with their ability, decide to go back to reading.

Crash!

Your head quickly turns in the direction of the crash only to find the window to your kitchen broke.

"Hei-Run!" Your daughter jokes. Seungmin puts a hand in front of her and asks for a high-five.

"Kim Sky Seungmin! Kim Soleil Hei-Ran! My window!" You shout after covering Hanuel's ears.

"It's okay, she'll buy us a new house when she goes pro!" Seungmin says excitedly.

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Buy me a coffee?

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[noramoons]

better left unsaid.

pairing: kim seungmin x g/n reader

genre: academic rivals to lovers (?)

rating: T/13+

warnings: language, academic-related pressure, food mention, mentions of illness, brief mentions of parental issues

word count: 3.6k

summary: kim seungmin is a thorn in your side. being paired up with him for your midterm presentation is the absolute worst thing that could happen. isn’t it?

Admitting defeat is one thing.

You'd say you're typically gracious about it. It's not something you like doing, certainly, but you're usually pretty good about being able to tell when it's your time to bow out.

Admitting defeat to Kim Seungmin, however, is unthinkable.

It's impossible, actually. He's been a pain in your side for nearly an entire year now, and you'd thought you'd escaped him. Wasn't the whole point of going to a large university like this that you wouldn't see the same people all the time?

He'd been in a creative writing class with you your first year of college—your very first semester, that you'd gone into so happy and doe-eyed until you'd had the misfortune of sitting next to Kim Seungmin. Know-it-all didn't even begin to describe him—he made it a point to try to answer nearly every question your poor professor gave to the class (the questions you didn't beat him to, that is; you certainly weren’t going down without a fight). He'd make not-so-subtle comments about his grades to you, and you'd turn right around the next week and make the same comments about yours—piling on the extra credit assignments and additional references to get another point higher than him, just like he'd do to you with the next assignment. You did nothing but antagonize each other, even despite you constantly bringing up the fact that he was the one who had initially started this whole hellish competition—but it didn't matter. Both of you were determined to see the other shut up for once.

It was an absolutely brutal fifteen weeks—but the two of you both managed to end that semester with a 96, even after each of you went to the professor individually and begged for any more extra credit (she, of course, refused). You hadn't been able to settle your score with each other then, but the class was over, and you hoped to God you wouldn't have to see Seungmin in any of your classes again (or ever in your life, hopefully).

The winter break came and went, and you practically held your breath for the entirety of that first day back as you walked into each of your classes—but every single one of them had been beautifully, blissfully Seungmin-free. You'd been able to narrowly escape having any classes with him that spring, or even seeing him at all on campus. You'd nearly forgotten about your previous academic rival by the time the summer had arrived.

But now it's fall again—and you lock eyes with him the minute you walk in your first classroom.

Seungmin smiles at you from the first seat by the door, the closest to the professor's desk. "Running late this morning, are we?" he asks.

You force a smile across your lips as you try to distract yourself from the pit of despair opening up in your stomach. "There's still five minutes before class starts," you remind him coolly.

His smile only grows. "You know what they say. Early is on time, and on time is late."

You fight back against the feeling of your skin crawling as you pass him wordlessly to sit on the opposite side of the classroom. What was he doing in this class, anyway? It's just another required elective for you, a contemporary music history course that you had figured would be an easy elective to take.

Music history.

Seungmin's a music major, you remember absentmindedly.

Shit.

You're not going to put up with this again this semester. Last fall was hell, to put it lightly—and while you certainly didn't have to stoop to Seungmin's level back then, you certainly weren't going to just let him brag to you any way he wanted—and so the vicious cycle had kept the two of you ensnared. But you were determined not to let that happen again.

Your decision to sit as far away as possible from Kim Seungmin works fairly well, at first. You bite your tongue the first several weeks when he pointedly volunteers to answer any and all of the professor's questions, staring a hole through you from the other side of the room when you don't immediately try to one-up him (ah, if looks could kill...), you don't say a word when he loudly announces his perfect score on the first quiz of the course to his friends around him—in other words, you keep to yourself. And it works. For a while.

It's the fourth week of the course when your professor announces the topic for the midterm right before class ends for the day: a presentation on a contemporary music era of your choice.  Well, not just your choice—the midterm is a group project. And of course, the final nail in the coffin (since this class is clearly aiming to send you to an early grave) is that you can't pick your groupmates. Your professor will, and it will be at random. He'll announce the groups next week, presumably so you can all begin working on the material for the midterm as soon as possible.

You try to quell your nerves on the way home from class, taking a deep breath while you force yourself to unclench your jaw. It's not a huge class, but it isn't the smallest you've been in, either—considering the size, there's likely going to be at least four or five groups. The odds of you and Seungmin being in the same group are extraordinarily slim.

It isn't until the end of class Monday that Professor Kang finally gets around to announcing the groups. They will all be groups of three, he informs you, but since your class has an even number of students, there will be one group with just two classmates.

He goes down the list rather rapidly, and your heart begins to sink when you don't hear your name in the first several groups of three. By the time Professor Kang calls out your name, you realize, in a split-second moment of horrified realization, that you haven't heard his name yet, either.

"...and Kim Seungmin. That'll be our last group. You guys are all more than welcome to get your topics submitted early, but they're due for my approval by at least Monday. Alright! I hope you all have a good weekend," the professor says, turning back to his desk with a smile.

It's a nice sentiment, but you imagine you won't have a good weekend again for the rest of the semester. Is it too late to consider transferring schools?

You don't even make it down the hallway before there's a tap on your shoulder. "Funny seeing you again," he says, and Seungmin's voice is so close to your ear it nearly makes you jump. You spin around in the hall to face him, a fake smile neatly displayed across your cheeks. Your sparring matches with Seungmin have resumed—and by God, it's like muscle memory—how easily you're able to fall back into war with him.

"It is funny, isn't it?" you say, teeth clenched. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you asked the professor to make sure we ended up in the same group—especially considering that we're the only group of two."

He raises his hands above his head in mock self defense. "Hey, I wouldn't dare. Professor Kang said it was going to be randomized from the start—I wouldn't even think of interfering with that. It is interesting that it ended up like this though, isn't it?" he adds, laughing a little. "Do you believe in fate, Y/N?"

"Fate?" you repeat, letting out a scoff. "I don't really think that's any of your business. I have half a mind to go back in that classroom and ask Professor Kang if you really did beg him to be in the same group as me." You stick your bottom lip out in a show of false pity. "Kinda pathetic, don't you think?"

But Seungmin doesn't falter. "I told you I wouldn't do that. It really is just fate, or you and I are just both incredibly unlucky. And come on, I know you know what kind of student I am—you think I'd try to interfere with a professor's course materials? That's against the academic code of conduct, you know," he says, grinning once more.

You set your mouth into a firm line in an attempt to keep yourself from saying anything worse. "Okay," you say, finally—finally bowing to the unbelievably shitty situation you've found yourself in. "Okay. Fine. We're in the same group for this midterm, so let's just get it done as quickly as possible. Meet me in the library on Thursday on the 3rd floor, by the farthest window. 3:00 p.m., sharp. Don't be late."

Seungmin's grin widens. "I wouldn't dream of it."

~~~

Despite all of Seungmin's arrogance, you can at least count on him to be timely—he gets to the library even before you do on Thursday, passing you as you walk up the staircase with a syrupy sweet smile.

You want to throttle him.

"What were you thinking for the topic?" he asks, setting his backpack down on a chair beside the window as he moves to sit down.

You narrow your eyebrows at him as you move to sit across from him. "You're asking me? I'm surprised you haven't written the entire project already and aren't snapping at me for not participating."

Seungmin smirks. "No, I haven't done that. Have you thought about it yet?"

This is a game. It has to be. Kim Seungmin is not seriously asking for your opinion—that implies he actually cares about it. "I...I'm not sure. I was thinking the 1960s? Everything was so tumultuous politically at the time, and it showed pretty obviously in the music. There's loads of examples to choose from that we could form a presentation around."

Seungmin thinks about your suggestion for a brief moment before he nods. "Okay, sure. That sounds good to me."

You let out a short laugh before you can stop yourself. "I'm sorry...who are you?" You lean across the table to lay a hand against his forehead. "Do you have some kind of mind-altering fever?"

He swats your hand away, but there's still a grin on his face. What the hell? "No, I feel just fine. It's only the two of us in this group—there's no point in arguing about the topic when the presentation's only a month away. If the grades were individual, I'd just let you suffer, but they aren't. So this," he says, gesturing vaguely at the space between the two of you, "is the best way to assure we both get a good grade. There will be plenty of other smaller parts of the presentation we can threaten to kill each other about, but agreeing on the big picture is important. So I just figured I'd defer to you."

To say you're stunned is an understatement—but you know not to second-guess Seungmin, so you try to shake off the look of pure shock on your face as much as you can. "Well...okay," you finally say, laughing a little nervously. "As long as you're sure you're okay with that."

He nods. "I think it's a good choice. And you're right that we've got plenty to choose from—did you have anything that came to mind first?"

The hours practically fly by as you and Seungmin spend the rest of your library session brainstorming your midterm project. He knows nearly all the songs you bring up, of course—and he lends you an earbud so you can listen to a few of his suggestions, too. They aren't bad.

Your next two midterm sessions go almost just as well. Seungmin had been right—the two of you do bicker profusely about the minutia of the presentation, on who should say what, on who should get credit for which point about a song you both already knew, on whether "The Beatles" looks terrible in blue Brush Script font (it does)—but you're still able to move past all those after some mostly relaxed arguments (you were not budging on the font issue, and Seungmin threatened to toss your laptop down the library stairs). Both of you are extremely pleased with how far you've come along on the presentation (and how maybe not-so-impossible it is to be around each other. Or how nice Seungmin sometimes looks when he's focusing on his writings—and in truth, nice barely begins to cover it. But you have every intention of taking that observation to your grave).

Your third session, a week and a half before your midterm, does not go anything like the ones before it.

You know you're doomed the minute you try to sit up in bed that morning—try being the key word there. The immediate pounding at your skull causes a groan to pass your lips before you're even aware of it.

You push tentatively on your sinuses beside your nose, and the pressure there nearly makes you want to cry. Judging by the clammy feeling of your sweaty skin clinging to your pajamas, you probably have a fever of some sort, too. The realization settles in your chest like a weight.

You've got something—no doubt about it.

You let out another sigh of disappointment before rolling over to grab your phone. You text Seungmin that you won't be able to make it to the library today, and then silence your notifications. He doesn't need to know anything else. For now, you're just going to focus on the sudden heaviness pushing down on your eyelids and sleeping off whatever the hell this is that you've somehow contracted.

~~~

It's dark by the time you open your eyes again, but that may just be from the sudden thunderstorm you hear outside. You're awakened by the unceasing buzzing of your phone on your nightstand.

< 2 missed calls from K.S >

K.S

> hey.

> you know the midterm's in less than 2 weeks right

You roll your eyes. Why couldn't he just read between the lines?

y/n

< i do actually

< i'm rlly sick. haven't even left my room today. i'll catch up on monday

You're just about to lay your phone back down when you feel it buzz. Already? Doesn't he have anything better to do?

K.S

> and i'm sick of ur excuses

> i'll be by in 15

Your eyes widen slightly at that. He'll be “by?” By your apartment? He doesn't even know where you live—

No, you realize in horror, he does. He had dropped you back home after that very first brainstorming session for the midterm you two had.

Well, it's not like he'll be able to get in, you think, trying to calm yourself down.

And sure enough, you hear a knock at the door almost exactly fifteen minutes after you'd gotten his text. You let out an indignant sigh before picking up your phone again.

K.S

> i'm outside

y/n

< seungmin i feel like shit

< pls go back home, i don't want u getting sick too

K.S

> it's raining

y/n

< i literally couldn’t care less <3

K.S.

> is this ur spare key under the mat?

You shoot up in bed, but it's too late—you hear the lock clicking and the door turning by the time you've wrapped a blanket around yourself and dashed into the front hallway, ignoring the pounding at your temples as you do so.

Seungmin waves from the doorway. "I brought soup. Can I come in?"

You look him up and down. He's nearly drenched from standing outside, so you quickly run into the laundry room and hand him a towel before beckoning him further inside.

He thanks you for the towel, drying his hair after handing you the bag he says contains chicken noodle soup. You glance at the writing on the bag—it's from your favorite restaurant.

You look up at Seungmin. "I love this place."

"I know," he says, in that slightly irritating matter-of-fact tone. "You came to that second study session with a drink from there."

You narrow your eyes at him. "You remember that?"

He blinks at you slowly. "Of course."

Of course?

"Anyway," he continues, "you look like shit. You weren't kidding."

You make a face. "Thanks, Seungmin."

"You're welcome. What have you had to drink today?"

You look down at the soup bag, avoiding the frown developing across his lips. "Nothing."

You don't have to meet Seungmin's gaze to know the look of slight irritation on his face. But why? It's never been directed at you out of concern, if all things, before. "Have you had anything to eat, either?"

You don't answer.

He lets out a small hmph. "You must really be sick, then. I thought you'd be smarter than that."

"Seungmin, I really don't think—"

"Where are your cups?" he suddenly asks, and you look up to find him opening nearly every cabinet in your kitchen. What the hell is wrong with him? Is he sick too?

"Um...second cabinet from the fridge," you answer after an unusual beat of silence, and he pulls a tall pink cup out, filling it with water from the sink before gesturing with his head towards the couch in the living room.

"You up for eating?"

Up for it is an understatement—you're practically starving. So you follow his lead onto the couch, pulling out the soup container and the plastic utensils after taking a few sips of the water he wordlessly sets in front of you.

Seungmin stares at you from across the couch as you open up the soup container. "None of your friends wanted to come by and drop off food? Or anything?" His voice is unusually gentle—you almost don't recognize the tone in his words at all.

You gather up another spoonful of soup instead of answering. "No," you say finally, decidedly. "They didn't." Truth be told, you don't have that many friends to begin with—diving headfirst into your studies in the way that you have over the past year means you haven’t had time for much else.

Seungmin's eyes narrow, but he doesn't say another word until you finish your soup. The warmth of the food fills you from the inside out—you're practically more drowsy now than you were this morning. "I, um...I think I'd better go back to bed," you say, softly.

Seungmin nods. "Sure," he says, understanding. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I'll see you on Monday, alright?"

You grab his wrist as he starts to stand, overcome by a sudden emotion. You aren't sure if it's the fact that you've been alone all day, or if you're overwhelmed from whatever this is you've come down with, or if Seungmin's gesture has touched you more than you'd expected—either way, he stops moving the instant you touch him. "Seungmin," you start, not quite meeting his gaze. "Can you, um...can you stay?"

He stares at you for a moment, just long enough for you to form an apology at the tip of your tongue before he nods. "Yeah," he says quietly, nodding as he sits back down. "I'll stay."

You practically melt back into the couch beside him, your head gradually falling onto his shoulder as he raises a tentative hand to gently stroke the hair at the crown of your head.

It's not long before he feels you falling asleep, lying heavier against the side of his body, but Seungmin doesn't mind in the slightest. He's not sure how long you'll be asleep for—he's never been sick like this, not that he can remember, but he knows he wouldn't want to be alone if he felt this badly. And he's downright irritated that none of your friends bothered to come by—aren't they concerned? Is he the weird one for caring about whether or not you were okay, somehow?

But he has a sneaking suspicion in the back of his mind on why he's been so concerned. Seungmin knows why he felt his heart sink with disappointment when you told him you weren't going to be able to make it to the library today. He's enjoyed getting to work with you over the past few weeks, even when the two of you are bickering loud enough to cause the passing librarians to hiss a harsh shush as they walk past. He likes being around you.

He likes you. He's spent long enough denying it.

He was stupid last year—pushing himself to get all A's at his parents' urging and dragging you along with him, creating a stupid rivalry between the two of you just to fulfill what his parents wanted from him. You're smart—so smart, and not just academically. You keep up with him, outsmarting him more than half the time, if he's being perfectly honest—and it pushes him to be better, too. He wants to be better—to be better at talking to you when you aren't just intentionally teasing and annoying each other. To maybe keep talking to you even after the midterm is over, if that's something you would even consider.

Seungmin glances down at your head against his shoulder, at the soft curve of your chin tucked against him, at the gentle rise and fall of your even breaths as you sleep peacefully beside him.

Maybe he'll tell you what he's realized, how he really feels when you wake up. For now, though—he's satisfied with this, you lying safely and contently beside him.

Everything else can wait.

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8:39 PM ~ *Kim Seungmin*

Summary: Being a student is hard work. At least you have Seungmin to suffer right along with you.

Pairing: Kim Seungmin X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 318

Warning: Homework stress

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“How’s the studying going?”

Seungmin and you groaned in unison. Chris just laughed before setting a tupperware box down on Seungmin’s desk. He glanced at it.

“Did Felix make these brownies?”

“Yeah, he thought the two of you could use a snack break. Good luck. I do not envy either of you.”

Chris left with another laugh and you sighed. You laid back and rubbed your eyes while Seungmin opened the tupperware. You hated studying, but it had to be done. At least Seungmin was suffering with you.

“Want one?”

You looked up at the brownies Seungmin was offering you. You nodded. “Thanks.”

The two of you ate in silence before you spoke up. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing?”

Seungmin shook his head. “Mr Jeong’s lessons are always so hard!”

“Right?” You nodded before glancing back at your own homework. “I’m convinced trigonometry is some kind of mental torture device.”

“Yeah. At least Mrs. Son’s history work wasn’t so bad.” He admitted, swiping another brownie.

You nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. Also, I have some photography homework to complete as well. Can you help me with that?”

He nodded. “Sure. What do you need me to do?”

“I just need to do some simple portraits.” You explained. “I’m also going to ask the rest of Stray Kids to help out as well.”

“You’ll definitely have enough portraits then.” He snickered. “I know Changbin, Jisung, and Hyunjin will take up most of them. They might even ask to have some to keep if they’re done well enough.”

You nodded, smiling at the thought before it disappeared. “But first, math homework.”

Seungmin whined, “Don’t remind me.”

“It has to be done.”

“But we’re not done with the brownies yet!”

You should’ve protested, but he made an excellent point. “You’re right. We still have some left. Alright, brownies, math, and then pictures. Sounds like a plan?”

“Works for me.”

[halotopicecream]

{10:20}

Tw: afab, blowjob, handjob, self praise, DIRTY TALK,

“Fuck! P-please baby, need to cum…” Seungmin moaned out, hands twitching at his side. He wanted to reach out and grab you, to hold you while you worked him dry of every sane thought in his head. But your instructions were clear: no touching, no moving your hands.

After the concert you heard Seungmin talking to himself in the mirror. He was saying how he hated his smile, how he wished he was more attractive and alluring like his other members. The words broke your heart. Your baby didn’t know how gorgeous he was and how loved and admired he was.

You needed to show him how handsome he was. How beautiful he was.

So when you got home you slipped on his favorite lingerie set and slipped a robe over it. Then you took his hand and guided him to your bedroom and sat him down on the bed, holding his face before bringing him into a deep, passionate kiss. Seungmin was immediately putty in your hands. He was stubborn and usually the dominant one when it came to the bedroom, but when you kissed him like that? Oh he was at your beck-and-call.

“I heard what you said to yourself back in the dressing room.” You mumbled, kissing down his warm neck, over his sensitive spots. Seungmin hissed, reaching up and holding your hips to ground himself. “I wanna show you how gorgeous you truly are Min. Will you let me?” You pull away from his neck to stare straight into his eyes, asking for permission. Without a second thought Seungmin nodded. “Words love.” “Yes.” “Good boy.” A shiver went down his spine.

Gently, you pushed his shoulders to lie him on the bed, leaving you standing. You undid the knot around your waist, letting the robe belt come undone and fall open and the robe fall off of your shoulders, no longer hiding your body away. Seungmin released a shaky breath, fists clenching around the sheets. You moved to plant another kiss to his lips, sliding your hands up his body then back down to the hem of his shirt. You slowly pulled it up his chest, giving him time to tell you to stop, but he never stopped you. You threw the shirt to the ground before trailing your kisses down his chest.

Seungmin tilted his head back, eyes closed and mouth hung open as soft sighs and moans fell through. Subconscious he brought his arm up to cover his face, but you stopped him. “Uh uh Min, new rule: hands at your sides. Don’t move them. And no touching. Tonight is about you baby.” Seungmin didn’t like that.

He loved touching you, having his hands on you one way or another. But this took that away. He wasn’t going to go against you, he never would, but he still didn’t like it. But if keeping his hands down and to himself would keep you from stopping then he’ll never move another inch.

Your kisses trail lower and lower until your at his waistband. Your fingers tease the fabric, and Seungmin wants nothing more than to dip the clothes away and just let you touch him freely. But he knew that’s not what you want. You want to hear his voice. You want to hear what he wants from you. And while Seungmin is not the most fond of submitting easily, he’s to needy to put up a fight.

“Please take them off baby… need you to touch me more.” You seem pleased with this. You undo the bottom of his pants then pull down his zipper. Pulling the jeans down and tossing them somewhere in the room. You came face to face with his angry bulge, and your core heated up even more at the sight. Seungmin always stretched you out so nicely it left you stupid for awhile, so you’re planning on returning the favor to the best of your abilities.

Just to see him squirm you lean down to kiss his clothes length, bitting back a chuckle when he groans in both pleasure and frustration. Your lips met his tip, and the cloth covering it is not wet and darkened from the pre that leaked from him. You chuckled, looking up to meet his eyes. “You excited baby?” He scoffed, hips thrusting up ever so slightly. “Y-your fucking fault, teasing me like this.” You loved seeing him barley holding it together.

You chuckled and pulled his boxers down, letting them joint the jeans and shirt on the floor. Seungmin let out a groan of relief, finally free of the tight confines of his clothes keeping his cock away. Everything felt so hot under your dark, lustful gaze. He felt his body melt into the sheets and want to hide away yet all he wanted was to be the center of your attention. You had so much power over him it was kind of scary yet arousing at the same time.

His hard cock slapped against his toned stomach and you couldn’t help the pleased moan that came from you. He twitched hearing the sound. You raised an eyebrow, leaning down a bit more so your lips hover over his dick, letting him feel your warm lips so close yet so far. You knew how to get your boyfriend going, and it was a skill you were quit proud of.

Seungmin unwillingly whined, hips twitching up with the need to have you closer. His body responded to you on autopilot, like he was always at your will. Which wasn’t completely off base. “You like when I moan for you baby?” Your lips finally came in contact with his base and he felt relief swallow him whole. You were finally touching him, finally. “You know I-I do.” His hands twitched with the need to have you.

You giggled, moving up to suck his tip between your lips, suckling on him lip a sucker. Seungmin whole body jumped at the sudden action, his hips stuttering from the pleasure. Your boyfriend had always been so sensitive to your touches, but that’s just because you know exactly to touch him, what to say to him, and when. You were swimming in the control you had, loving how pliant he was under you. You wrapped your hand around him to help pump what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, keeping your eyes solely trained on the man who’s cock you had in your mouth.

Your other hand went to fondle with his sensitive balls and Seungmin was sure he was going to cum that second. His hands were practically shaking, begging to hold you and push you as far down on his cock as he could go. You rubbed your thighs together, trying to quell the ache bubbling in your panties. Slick dripped down your thighs and into the floor, but that was the least of your worries. Your mind and body were focused on your stubborn boyfriend who was currently a fucked out mess.

You booped you head up and down on his cock, letting go with a popping down and licking at his lip like a candy while your left and worked up and down his shaft. When it came to sucking him off you were a certified pro and you knew that and you loved him. “God fucking— a-ahh baby please!” He begged eyes cloudy and half lidded with need. You kissed his tip, never stopping the pace of your hand as you stood up and got closer to his face.

Seungmin didn’t waste a second connecting his lips to yours, tasting his pre-cum on your tongue but he didn’t mind. You squeezed him tighter and he broke away with a moan, head falling back with his lip tucked between his teeth. You brought your right hand up to his hair, tugging it gently to make him look at you. Seungmin already looked fucked out and you loved it.

“I want you to praise yourself for me love, k?” He didn’t understand. You saw the look of confused on his face and chuckled. He looked so much like a puppy. “Tell me how pretty you are; how sexy you are and how much I love you. How good you make me feel when you drill me open on this perfect cock of yours.” Your voice was like honey and Seungmin was addicted. It’s all he wants to head; all he can hear. He wants to wake up to that voice, to die listening to that voice.

He had to try and gain some sense of control over his being before attempting to form a sentence, but the quick and calculated movements of your hand weren’t doing him no good with that. “Fuck— ‘m so pretty baby, so so pretty— god please let me fucking cum I’m so close.” He begged, eyes big and you could almost see tears forming in his tear ducts. You hum but shake your head, not yet satisfied with his compliments yet.

“Tell me what a beautiful smile you have.” He felt like crying at that. “Actually, hie about you show me what a beautiful smile you have. Can you smile for me love, I wanna see that gorgeous smile.” You we’re being completely serious. Seungmin whined, his orgasm so close yet your hand slowed down. It kept him right at the end he b it not enough for him to finish. He hated when you did that, yet when his high came it felt like nothing he’s ever felt before.

Shakily, Seungmin gave you his best smiled, eyes watering as tears threatened to slip down his pinked cheeks. You have human smile of your own and thumbed at his slit, putting human little closer than he was before. With an evil going in your eyes you learn closer to his face, your lips grazing his but your hand kept him from connecting your lips.

“Now tell me how good you fuck me. How you have me crying with how good you fuck my tight little pussy until I’m dumb, how good you fill me up when you cum deep inside of me.” That… that almost made him cum. You’ve always had such a dirty mouth, and it’s gotten the two of you into more then heated sessions that ended with you messy, panting and covered in sweat and cum. But fuck does he love you for it.

“I-I make you feel s-so good when I sp-split you open on my fat cock. Make your pussy feel s-so good!” More tears fell down his face. Not cumming was painful at this point, but it felt so good. You continued to rub your thighs together before moving back down to the floor, gettin comfortable between his legs and shooting him an innocent smile.

“Cum for me won’t you Min?” You wrap your lips around his cock once more, pace quick and overwhelming. Seungmin almost screamed with how intense his orgasm was and with how fast it hit, but his eyes were locked into yours for the majority until he threw his head back and his eyes rolled into his skull. His hot cum shot into your mouth and you pumped him with your hands, working through his orgasm with your lips wrapped snugly around his tip.

Seungmin was shaking, his high so intense he felt as if it would never end. Slowly, you stood your hands from working him, removing your lips from his tik to give him room to breath. His chest was glistening with sweat, the smell of sex filling the air. You swallowed, happy to do so knowing it was his. With a smile you climbed onto the bed to lie next to your boyfriend, taking his hand in yours and rubbing his soft knuckles to comfort him.

His breathing finally went back to normal, and for a minute the two of you just sat there in silence, enjoying each others presence. That was until Seungmin shifted to hover over you, staring down at you with eyes filled with want and list, cock now fully hardened and ready to go again. You were shocked, cuddly ready to end the night knowing he was satisfied but that didn’t seem to be the case.

“You think we’re done here doll? I can fucking smell you, and you know I can’t sleep knowing you haven’t been fucked properly. You said it yourself, I make you feel so good when I drill you on this perfect cock of mine.”

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