I Want To Devour Him.

i want to devour him.

me at the last stroke of midnight on father's day: i need to write about girl dad! cheol.

also!!! to all the anons who sent me requests😭😭 i promise I'm working on it!! don't leave meeeee bear w me pls🥹🫶 will definitely work on it and post within this week!!

“ Message serie ” : Dokyeom boyfriend text.

🥥 pairing: seventeen dk x fem!reader genre: fluff, bf thoughts , smau warning(s): use of pet name,Dk is a baddie, periods mentioned, what they say don't really have any sense I just thought it was fun to write. (tell me what you thought about that!!)

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the red mark on the calendar almost goes unseen when seokmin heads to work in the morning. the red mark that warns him to tread carefully; that you're gonna be unpredictable for the next few days; that your emotions are gonna be all over the place, and one wrong move can lead to waterworks and angry cries; that you crave comfort but are too shy to let out.

the notification that pops up right as he's about to leave work reminds him of some very urgent and important errands that he's gotta run before going back home.

an hour later, seokmin comes home to a dark living room and kitchen, and a dull light coming from your shared bedroom. he throws his work bag away and enters the bedroom to find you lying face down on the bed.

"hey baby," he beams and comes closer to press a fluttering kiss on top of your bed. you groan in return.

"i got some stuff for you," he says as he places the carry bags on the floor beside the bed. you reluctantly sit up.

seokmin can't help but let out an endearing smile, seeing your messy hair and puffy face. he pulls out the tub of chocolate ice cream from the bag and hands it to you with the wooden spoon (that breaks after two scoops). you don't mind though, more focused on finishing the tub that provides relief from the pain.

the approaching red mark may signal your upcoming emotional turbulence, but seokmin doesn't mind. after all, it's also the time when he gets to take extra care of you.

desperately in need of a tub of chocolate ice cream (and a seokmin) right now.

[6:37PM]

This was dangerous, and you knew it.

But that didn’t stop you from hiding between the shelves of the public library, swiftly moving between them as your eyes searched for the bandit not so far away. You did receive a few judgemental stares from other people in the library, but that didn’t matter much to you. You just didn’t want to get caught.

Praying that you won’t be noticed, you decided to make a run for it, making your quick steps quiet as you dashed towards the children’s area. You doubt he’d be able to find you here considering he’d probably be too focused on finding other people like you hiding in the main area.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, eyes frantically looking around for the person you were avoiding. Instead, all you saw was children playing with the toys the library provided while their parents searched through the tiny shelves for children’s books.

With a relieved sigh, you decided to relax, sitting down with your back against the wall. You closed your eyes to rest your mind for a bit, taking in deep breaths to reduce some of your anxiety.

Then, at the sound of sudden footsteps coming your way, your eyes shot open, hoping that those footsteps didn’t belong to the person you were hiding from.

“Y/N?”

You looked up from your position to find your boyfriend instead, watching him laugh at the sight of you hiding in the children’s section.

“Jaemin!” you whisper screamed, immediately reaching up to grab his arm, pulling him down with you. “Don’t be too loud,” you scolded.

“Woah there, tiger. We won’t get caught here.”

“You’re hiding here too?”

He nodded, keeping close to you as he peeked over the shelf in front of you both, trying to see if Renjun was near. “I’m sure we’re safe. I think he’s too focused on finding Jisung.”

You giggled at his remark, finally feeling at ease with someone by your side; that someone being the person you love oh so much. He looked at you with the brightest smile and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his arms. “I got you now, don’t worry,” he reassured, holding you close against his chest.

“You’re an angel, you know that?” You whispered, leaning your head on top of his shoulder.

“You’re going to regret saying that.”

His words made your heart drop, confused as to the sudden change in mood. “What?”

It didn’t take long for him to detach himself from you, cupping your cheeks before pressing his lips against yours.

You weren’t opposed to the affection, but his words earlier left you confused, pushing him away not so long afterwards.

“Jaemin, what the fuck did you mean by y-”

“You’re it.”

Your words stop short, watching the corners of his lips turn up into a shit eating grin.

“Wait, isn’t Renjun the tagge-”

“Gotta go, Y/N!”

“...”

this son of a bitch.

husband!seungcheol, mentions of friends not paying attention at first.

imagine husband!seungcheol listening to you, but he doesn't seem to look like it at first. but his ears are peeled open whenever he hears your voice and lets you talk his ears off about anything. it could be the most mundane part of your life, you repeating a story you mentioned hundreds of times, or even talking about the weather forecast for tomorrow.

he will always be listening to you and picking up on whatever details you talk about.

you could be chilling in silence before remembering something you wanted to tell him. "oh! by the way, today..." you trailed off, waiting for him to give you a response or any sign that he was listening before you continued on with your story.

"why did you stop? go on," he peeks up at you for a moment, confused as to why you paused. "i'm listening, baby."

"oh, you just looked like you didn't hear me. usually my friends doesn't hear me so i have to get their attention before continuing."

"you have my utmost attention whenever i hear your voice, and i keep my ears open for your voice."

you happily continued with your story, now with him looking at you with all the attention in the world he could give you.

the way they are written do not represent how they actually are, everything is fictional.