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Where are all the fic writers???

HYUNJIN // LALALALA (231112)

This....this is like one of my dreams tho!! 🤣 I want to be an actress and shi.....kikiki and why does everything flashback to my childhood (true love, uno, party in the USA, etc) babe this is art....*not me seeing the cover me reference* heh....

...So much I think it must be True love

(part 2 of "At the same time, I wanna hug you..")

seungmin x reader!! enemies to lovers troupe!! genre; fluff. word count:6.8k

summary; It’s strange to think that someone you once couldn’t stand is now the person you can’t live without. You both used to scoff at the idea of fate, but now? You’re not so sure anymore.

an: oh please i love this soo much. i hope you also do! (i know i said it will only short but...) Can be read as stand alone, but it was better if you read the first one.

listen to True Love by Pink

You and Seungmin have been together for two years now. It’s funny how things turned out. Everyone around you always says the same thing: “You two are perfect for each other.” It’s almost cliché, but they’re not wrong. Despite the ups and downs, your bond has only grown stronger over time.

At first glance, no one would have guessed you'd end up together. You and Seungmin were like fire and ice. You’d argue about the smallest things—who was better at math, who had the best grades, or even who would finish their lunch first. You were competitive to a fault, constantly trying to outshine each other during school days.

But somewhere between the sarcastic jabs and friendly competition, something changed. The bickering turned playful. The challenges became a way to spend more time together. Before you knew it, he wasn’t just the guy you argued with—he became the one person who truly understood you.

You went from rivals, to best friends, to… well, something much more. Seungmin is still that competitive guy who drives you crazy, but now he’s also the one who makes your heart race with just a smile.

You often joke that you and Seungmin are like a cat and a dog—always at each other’s throats, only to end up tangled together in some ridiculous hug moments later.

One time, after a particularly heated argument about who was better at a silly arcade game, you kicked him in the leg under the table. He dramatically doubled over as if you’d really hurt him, only to have you clinging to his leg five minutes later, laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe.

Those playful moments make your relationship special. You pinch his arms, but later, those same arms become your pillow when you sleep. You pretend to hate his antics, but deep down, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

In the quieter moments, when the laughter fades and it’s just the two of you, you find comfort in how well you understand each other. On the vulnerable days, when life feels overwhelming, Seungmin is there, and it’s like you’re soulmates—soup mates, as you two love to joke, because he once insisted that the way you fit together is as comforting as a warm bowl of soup.

It’s strange to think that someone you once couldn’t stand is now the person you can’t live without. You both used to scoff at the idea of fate, but now? You’re not so sure anymore.

That evening, you find yourselves lounging on the couch, both of you too tired to do much of anything. The day had been long—work, school, life—but with Seungmin next to you, everything felt a little lighter.

A few rounds in playing your favorite game, you’re locked in an intense game. Seungmin is winning, and you can feel your frustration rising. You glance down at your cards, trying to hide your devious smile.

“Pick four,” Seungmin says with a laugh, tossing down the card as if he’s already won.

You frown, glaring at the pile of cards you’re supposed to pick up. “You think you’ve got me, huh?” you say, squinting at him.

He leans back, hands behind his head. “I know I do.”

You look at your hand and, with a grin, pull out the ultimate weapon. “Pick eight!”

His smirk falters. He glances at the new card on the pile and then back at you. “What?”

“You heard me,” you say triumphantly. “Pick. Eight.”

Seungmin frowns, staring at his hand. “I won’t... because you’re about to pick twelve!” He grins, tossing down another card.

Your jaw drops, and you stare at the card pile in disbelief. “No way!” you shout, quickly playing your reverse card. “Ha!”

“I anticipated that,” he says smoothly, not missing a beat. He pulls out another reverse card, laying it down with a calm smirk.

“What?! No!” you shout, your voice rising. “That’s not fair!”

“Go ahead,” Seungmin says, still grinning. “Pick your cards.”

You glare at the stack of cards you’re about to draw. “Oh no,” you mutter dramatically, placing a yellow skip card. “I’m not losing this time!”

He looks down at the skip card and grins wider. “You sure about that?”

You squint at him. “Don’t tell me…”

Seungmin stands up, towering over the table, and slaps down his own skip card. “UNO!”, he shouts victoriously, laughing as he pumps his fist in the air.

You stare at him, completely stunned. And then... you start to cry. Literally cry.

Seungmin’s laughter dies down as he realizes what’s happening. “Wait—are you crying?” he asks, rushing over to you, his hands gently holding your face.

You sniff dramatically. “You always win,” you say in a pitiful voice, though deep down, you know you’re just being overly dramatic for the cuddles.

He chuckles, pulling you into a hug. “Okay, okay. You win,” he whispers into your hair, kissing the top of your head. “You win. No more Uno.”

You sniff again, leaning into his warmth. “You better let me win next time,” you mumble, already feeling better as he wraps his arms tighter around you.

He laughs softly. “Whatever you say.”

Seungmin had always been your greatest inspiration, just as you were his. Whenever life got tough, he was the one who motivated you to keep pushing forward. You leaned on each other, growing stronger together, especially after high school when you both embarked on your college journeys. Seungmin was diving into music, while you pursued your passion for acting. Balancing the pressures of school and life was a challenge, but with him by your side, every obstacle felt a little less daunting.

You shared a small, cozy apartment—a space you quickly transformed into a home filled with love, laughter, and countless memories. It was perfect in its imperfections, a reflection of your unique bond.

One evening, after a long day of classes, Seungmin had cooked a delicious dinner. You collapsed on the couch, savoring the scent wafting from the kitchen.

“I cooked, so you’re on dish duty tonight!” you declared, a playful smirk on your face.

“Every time I cook, I end up washing the dishes too!” he replied, feigning exasperation.

You crossed your arms dramatically. “Then we’re watching Despicable Me later!”

He groaned, rolling his eyes. “Fine, I’ll wash. But we’re watching Pitch Perfect first.”

“Agh, not again! We just watched it last week!”

“Okay, how about we wash the dishes together, and then we can watch Alvin and the Chipmunks?” he offered, his smile returning. That was your shared favorite, after all.

“Deal!” you said, excitement bubbling in your chest.

Washing the dishes turned into a delightful mess. Seungmin started the playful chaos by gently tapping a bubble onto your nose. You laughed, unable to resist the urge to retaliate.

“Two can play this game!” You dipped your hands into the soapy water and smeared bubbles onto his face, pretending it was a beard. “Look at you, Mr. Clean!”

He laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Very funny! But I think I’ve seen better beards in my life!”

As you both continued the playful antics, he teased you by lathering bubbles all over your face. You gasped, trying to chase him down when he darted away.

“Catch me if you can!” he called, his laughter echoing through the kitchen.

You chased him around the small apartment, and just when you thought you had him cornered, he turned and caught you in his arms, both of you still giggling like children.

“Alright, alright,” he said, breathless. “Now that we’ve completed our bubble fight, how about we take a shower before movie night?”

“Only if you promise not to hog the hot water!” you teased.

“Deal!” he replied with a wink.

After a shared shower filled with laughter and splashes, you both dried off and prepared for your movie night. As Pitch Perfect started playing, you settled into the couch, arms wrapped around each other, a bowl of popcorn sits between you, half-empty from the endless snacking. The familiar sound of his laughter fills the room as he playfully pokes you in the ribs, trying to steal the last handful of popcorn.

“Hey! No fair! I’m the one who made this, remember?” you protest, swatting his hand away with a giggle.

“Please, you just popped the bag. I did all the hard work by sitting here and looking cute,” he counters, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You roll your eyes but can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. “You’re insufferable,” you tease, and he pretends to be wounded, dramatically clutching his heart.

“Insufferable? Wow, I thought we were past all this name-calling. Just the other day, you called me your favorite person,” he says, winking at you.

“Only because you keep me entertained,” you reply with a smirk, leaning back to grab another handful of popcorn.

In the middle of the movie, the two of you began reminiscing about the past. “Do you remember that camp in middle school? The one where you pushed me into the mud?” You shoot him a mock glare.

Seungmin bursts into laughter, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “How could I forget? You looked like a muddy potato!”

“Thanks, very flattering,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest in mock indignation. “Do you have any idea how long it took me to wash that out of my hair?”

He grins, clearly enjoying this walk down memory lane. “I did it because you were so cute in those banana pajamas. My friends couldn’t stop talking about how adorable you looked. I got jealous!”

Your jaw drops in surprise, and you can’t help but burst into laughter. “You were jealous? So, you decided to make my life miserable? That’s a bit extreme, don’t you think?”

He shrugs, a playful glint in his eye. “Hey, it worked, didn’t it? You remember me now.”

“Yeah, I remember you as the worst person ever,” you retort, but your heart swells with affection. “But now? You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Seungmin's expression softens, and he leans in closer. “And you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispers, his voice sincere.

You share a moment, gazing into each other’s eyes, the warmth of your memories flooding over you. Then, you lean in, capturing his lips in a soft kiss, filled with the tenderness that only two years of love can create.

Pulling away, you chuckle softly, “I guess I can forgive you for that muddy incident after all.”

“Just after that?” he asks, feigning shock. “I was expecting a bit more gratitude for making you who you are today.”

You roll your eyes again, but the laughter doesn’t stop. “Alright, fine! Thank you for pushing me into the mud; it led to this beautiful moment of us sitting on the couch, sharing popcorn and memories.”

“See? It’s all about perspective,” he says with a satisfied smile, his hand brushing against yours.

And in that moment, you know that this—this life with Seungmin, filled with laughter, teasing, and love—is everything you ever wanted. You hope it will last forever.

Seungmin was also your practice buddy, always there to help you with your lines.

“I am not doing something that will hurt Elizabeth!” you declared dramatically, trying to channel all the emotion you could muster.

He watched you with an amused expression, his lips curling into a smirk. “Oh really?” he teased, leaning back in his chair. “Because it looks like you’re about to break into a musical number any second now.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the smile creeping onto your face. “Come on, I’m trying to be serious here!”

“Okay, okay. Let’s try again,” he said, suppressing a laugh. “Just imagine Elizabeth is right in front of you. Really feel it!”

You took a deep breath and repeated the line with even more feeling. “I am not doing something that will hurt Elizabeth!”

Seungmin burst into laughter, clapping his hands. “You know, if this acting thing doesn’t work out, you could always pursue a career in stand-up comedy!”

“Ahh, babe, you aren’t a big help,” you complained, playfully swatting at him. “You’re supposed to be my coach, not my heckler!”

He leaned forward, pretending to consider it seriously. “Hmm, maybe I should charge you for coaching fees. Let’s see... One kiss for each lesson?”

“Nice try!” you shot back, crossing your arms. “You’re going to have to do a lot better than that!”

“Alright, how about this? If you nail this next line, I’ll cook dinner tonight,” he offered, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.

“You’re on!” you said, excitement bubbling within you. “But if I don’t nail it, you have to wash the dishes for a week!”

“Deal!” he laughed, clearly enjoying the challenge.

You focused again, summoning every ounce of emotion. “I am not doing something that will hurt Elizabeth!”

His eyes widened as you delivered the line perfectly this time. “Wow! Look at you! That was amazing!” he exclaimed, pretending to wipe away a tear. “Such a moving performance!”

You beamed, proud of yourself. “See? I told you I could do it!”

“Alright, alright, you win this round,” he said, chuckling. “But don’t get too cocky. We still have more lines to practice.”

You smiled slyly. “More lines means more kisses, right?”

“Only if you keep up this level of talent!” he shot back, winking at you.

With that, you both dove back into practice, filled with laughter, playful banter, and the warmth of shared moments that made every day feel like an adventure.

One of your favorite memories with Seungmin was that time you caught a terrible fever. You had been feeling sluggish all day, and by evening, it hit you like a truck. Seungmin noticed the change in your mood right away.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked, sitting next to you on the couch. His brow furrowed in concern as he gently touched your forehead. "You’re burning up!"

You gave a weak smile, trying to downplay it. "I’m fine… just need to rest a little."

He shook his head, already on his feet. "Nope, you’re officially under Seungmin's care now. Doctor’s orders."

Even through the haze of your fever, you couldn’t help but laugh. “Doctor Seungmin, huh? Since when did you go to med school?”

He grinned down at you. “Oh, you didn’t know? I’m an expert at treating stubborn patients,” he teased, making you chuckle softly. “Now, stay put while I get you some water.”

For the rest of the day, Seungmin was by your side, making sure you had everything you needed. He cooked you a warm soup that he claimed was “an old family recipe,” though you were pretty sure he made it up on the spot. Still, it tasted like comfort, and you couldn’t help but appreciate his efforts.

“Want anything else, sick patient?” he asked, plopping down beside you after tucking the blanket around your shoulders for the third time.

“Maybe… a movie? Something light to distract me?” you suggested, snuggling deeper into the blanket.

Seungmin tilted his head thoughtfully. “Despicable Me? That’s your go-to comfort movie, right?”

You grinned, already feeling a bit better. “Yeah, but only if we can watch Pitch Perfect after.”

He groaned dramatically. “Not again with Pitch Perfect! But fine, since you’re sick and all… I’ll allow it.”

You nudged him playfully. “You secretly love it, admit it.”

He rolled his eyes with a smile. “I guess I have a soft spot for watching you geek out over the musical numbers.”

As the night went on, Seungmin kept checking on you, bringing you snacks, adjusting your blanket, and even giving you a forehead kiss here and there, pretending it was part of his “treatment plan.”

Despite the fever and exhaustion, having Seungmin by your side made everything feel a little brighter. You drifted off to sleep to the sound of his voice, and when you woke up, he was still there, holding your hand, fast asleep on the couch next to you.

It was in moments like these that you knew how lucky you were to have him—someone who took care of you, made you laugh, and turned even the worst days into something special.

There was also that time when Seungmin had an important music presentation for one of his classes. He had been practicing for weeks, perfecting every note, every rhythm, and you knew how much it meant to him. Unfortunately, your own schedule had been packed, with rehearsals for an upcoming play, and it seemed like there was no way you could attend his presentation.

“I get it, really. Don’t stress,” Seungmin had said, giving you a reassuring smile over breakfast that morning. But you could tell there was a little disappointment hidden behind those words.

Still, you hated the thought of not being there for him, especially when he was always there for you. So you decided to make it work. After an intense day of rehearsals, you managed to sneak out a little early. Without telling him, you grabbed a cab to the venue where his presentation was being held.

By the time you arrived, the presentation was already well underway. You quietly slipped into the back row of the auditorium, catching the last few minutes of his performance. Seungmin was standing confidently on stage, his hands on the keyboard, his voice filling the room with emotion. You could see the passion in his eyes, and it made your heart swell with pride.

As soon as he finished, the crowd erupted into applause, and you stood up, clapping louder than anyone. When Seungmin looked out into the audience, his eyes widened in surprise. He spotted you standing there, and his face broke into the biggest, brightest smile. The kind of smile that made you feel like the most important person in the world.

Afterwards, he rushed over to you, practically jogging off the stage.

“You came!” he said, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Of course I did,” you replied, your arms wrapping around him. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression soft and full of gratitude. “I thought you had rehearsals?”

“I did, but I snuck out early. Don’t tell my director,” you whispered with a playful grin.

Seungmin chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re crazy.”

“Crazy about you,” you teased back, making him roll his eyes, though you knew he loved it. “You were amazing, by the way.”

His smile grew even wider. “You think so? I was so nervous.”

“I couldn’t tell at all,” you assured him, then added, “You’re always incredible.”

One of the best memories you had together was that spontaneous road trip to the beach. It wasn’t planned—nothing ever really was with Seungmin. One Friday afternoon, after a long week of classes and rehearsals, he had just shown up at your apartment with a grin on his face and his car keys in hand.

“Pack your bags,” he had said. “We’re going to the sea.”

“Wait, what? Now?” you asked, eyes wide in surprise.

He nodded enthusiastically. “Yep. We’re leaving in five.”

Despite the suddenness, you couldn’t help but smile at his excitement. So, in true Seungmin fashion, you threw a few things into a bag, and before you knew it, you were both in the car, windows down, sun setting in the distance, and the ocean waiting for you on the other side.

The drive started off peaceful, with a soft breeze ruffling your hair as Seungmin hummed along to the radio. But then it came on—Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus.

As soon as the first notes played, Seungmin’s eyes lit up. He turned to you, a mischievous grin creeping onto his face. “You know what time it is.”

You laughed, already knowing where this was headed. “No way. I am not singing that.”

“Oh yes, you are,” he said, cranking up the volume. And without missing a beat, he started belting out the lyrics, with so much enthusiasm that you couldn’t help but join in.

“So I put my hands up, they’re playin’ my song—” you sang, matching his energy, your voice blending with his as the two of you practically yelled the lyrics together.

The car became a concert stage, the wind whipping through your hair as you danced in your seats, laughing so hard you could barely breathe. Seungmin banged his hands on the steering wheel to the beat, and you threw your hands up in the air, living in the moment.

“It’s a party in the USA!” you both shouted at the top of your lungs, finishing the chorus with a triumphant fist pump.

By the time the song ended, you were both a mess of laughter and gasps for air, the car filled with the lingering sound of your shared joy. You glanced over at Seungmin, who was still chuckling to himself, and your heart swelled with affection.

“God, I’m so bad at that,” you said, wiping a tear from your eye.

“You’re the best,” he corrected, flashing you that cheeky grin that always made you smile. “Besides, if anyone’s listening, they’re just jealous of your skills.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “Right, because off-key karaoke is a highly sought-after talent.”

“Hey, you sounded amazing,” he teased, reaching over to playfully poke your side. “You could totally go on tour.”

“Only if you’re my backup dancer,” you shot back, pretending to strike a dramatic pose.

“Oh, I’d steal the show,” he replied, and for a moment, the teasing softened as he glanced over at you, eyes filled with affection.

As the sun continued to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the road, you leaned back in your seat, feeling completely at ease. With Seungmin by your side, singing karaoke and heading toward the sea, everything just felt right.

But as much as your relationship with Seungmin was filled with laughter and warmth, it wasn’t always easy. Sometimes, happiness wasn’t just happiness—it was tested.

It happened during one of your most important group projects. You were cast as the lead in a film, and your group wanted it to be perfect—flawless. Seungmin, understanding what acting required, always supported your work. But this project turned out to be different. The script called for a kiss—something you didn’t see coming. At first, you brushed it off. It was just acting, after all. You were a professional.

But there was one thing you hadn’t done, something that began to eat away at you slowly—you hadn’t told Seungmin about it.

It wasn’t that you forgot; you deliberately chose not to. He had been so busy with his music major, drowning in rehearsals and deadlines. You didn’t want to burden him with something that could wait, something that would only distract him. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.

The day of the filming came, and it was tense. The set was buzzing with nerves, everyone eager to get things just right. You were in the middle of a take, preparing for the scene where the kiss was supposed to happen, when you noticed Seungmin in the distance. He had shown up unexpectedly, holding a lunchbox, his eyes scanning the set.

At first, your heart leapt seeing him. But then the weight of your secret hit you hard.

You hadn’t told him.

And now he was here.

When he saw you kiss your co-star for the scene, his face changed. You saw the surprise, then the hurt, and then… the anger.

He turned and walked away before you could explain. And just like that, everything came crashing down.

The next few days were a blur. Seungmin wouldn’t return your calls or answer your texts. He was always “busy,” but you knew something deeper was wrong. It went on for a week—long, agonizing days of silence. One night, he didn’t even come home. You didn’t know it was because he had been working late on his presentation, but the fear that he might be slipping away from you overwhelmed you. You spent that night crying, feeling like you had lost him.

Finally, after a week of this unbearable distance, you found him sitting at the piano in the apartment, his fingers absentmindedly playing a soft melody. His face was tired, his expression distant.

You couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Seungmin, please… let’s talk.”

He didn’t respond at first, just kept playing. But then, slowly, he stopped, his hands resting on the keys. His eyes met yours, filled with a mixture of frustration and hurt.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice shaky. “I should’ve told you. I didn’t mean to hide it. I just… I didn’t want to make you worry when you were already so busy with your major.”

He sighed, looking down at his hands. “It wasn’t about the kiss. Not really. I know what acting is, and I get that. But you didn’t tell me. I found out by watching it happen.”

You bit your lip, guilt swirling in your chest. “I didn’t want to add to your stress. I thought it would just… complicate things.”

Seungmin shook his head. “That’s the problem. You didn’t trust me with it. You think I can’t handle these things, but I can. I just need you to be honest with me, like I’m honest with you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded. “I know. I’m sorry. I was wrong for hiding it. I’ll tell you everything from now on.”

His gaze softened, and he got up from the piano, walking over to you. “It’s not about knowing every little thing. I just need to know we’re in this together. That we’re open with each other, no matter what.”

You wiped at your tears, feeling a mix of relief and sadness. “I promise, Seungmin. I’ll do better. I just don’t want to lose you.”

He smiled softly, pulling you into his arms. “You won’t. Just… don’t shut me out again, okay?”

You nodded into his chest, feeling his warmth, grateful that the weight of that silence had lifted. There was still so much love between you, and you both knew that even when things got tough, you’d find a way to make it through.

In that moment, as he held you close, you realized that relationships weren’t just about the easy, happy moments. They were about being able to weather the storms together, learning from the mistakes, and growing stronger from them.

After the rain, there was sunshine again—brighter than ever. 🌞

As you both lounged on the couch, the TV remained off, and the world outside seemed distant. It was just you two, basking in each other's company. The room was filled with the soft hum of contentment, the kind that comes from knowing you're right where you're meant to be.

“When we become successful, let’s buy a big house,” Seungmin said, his voice steady but full of excitement for the future.

You turned to him, eyes twinkling, “Yes! With a cinema room, so we can watch movies on a big screen!” You mimed holding a popcorn bowl, already imagining those cozy nights.

“And a kitchen. A big kitchen,” Seungmin added, smiling at the thought of cooking together, even if it meant the usual playful arguments over who would do the dishes.

You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. “And then... we’ll have kids,” you said, a soft smile spreading across your face as you dared to speak about a future you had only dreamed of.

Seungmin, though caught off guard, smiled gently at you. He’d never brought up the idea first, always wanting to respect your wishes and the life you wanted. What if you didn’t want kids? He never wanted to push. But hearing you say it filled him with warmth.

“How many do you want?” he asked, curiosity mixing with affection.

You grinned mischievously, “I want ten.”

Seungmin’s eyes widened as he let out a chuckle. “Ten? That’s… a lot.”

“I want a basketball team, and we’ll need a cheerleader for them,” you giggled, already picturing the chaos.

Seungmin laughed, shaking his head. “If you want it, I’m here for you. But... according to my mom, she couldn’t even handle me, and I was an only child.”

You pouted playfully. “Well… our kid might be just like you.”

“At least I’m handsome,” he said with a mock serious expression, turning his side profile toward you like he was posing for a photoshoot.

“Yeah,” you teased, rolling your eyes, “but hard to handle.”

“Then we’ll handle him together,” Seungmin said, laughing.

“And after that, we’ll have a girl,” you added softly, imagining the little family you could build.

“They’ll probably fight each other,” Seungmin mused, a smirk on his face.

“And then love each other, too,” you said, completing the thought.

Seungmin squeezed your hand, his voice tender. “Yeah... just like we do.”

Your third anniversary snuck up on both of you, buried beneath the mountain of academic work and deadlines. It seemed like the day would slip by unnoticed, just another day marked by exhaustion. You came home, drained, longing for nothing more than to collapse into bed beside Seungmin.

But when you opened the door, what you saw made you freeze in place.

There he was, standing in the middle of the room, guitar in hand, a warm smile on his face. The room was transformed—soft candlelight flickered, casting a golden glow over delicate flowers arranged around the room. The scent of roses mixed with the sweetness of jasmine filled the air. It was as if the whole world had slowed, the weight of the day evaporating in an instant.

Your heart skipped a beat. You were about to cry, already overwhelmed, when Seungmin strummed his guitar and started singing "Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You."

You stopped mid-step, forgetting about your shoes, your bag—everything. Your hands flew to your face, completely taken by the surprise. It wasn’t the first time he’d sung for you, but there was something about the way his voice wrapped around the lyrics tonight. Something that made you fall even deeper in love with him.

As he approached, still singing the chorus, his eyes never left yours. Every note felt like a promise, every lyric a vow. And by the time he reached you, you couldn’t stop yourself. Even before the song had finished, you threw your arms around him, pulling him close, feeling the warmth of his body as he put down the guitar to hug you back.

Seungmin continued to sing, but now it was just his voice, soft and raw, no instruments—just the sound of his heart speaking to yours.

You held him tight, unable to believe that this was your life now, that the boy you used to bicker with had become the man you couldn’t live without. It was crazy how much you loved him. Crazy how deeply you'd fallen for the person you once couldn't stand.

Still holding you close, Seungmin reached over to the table and grabbed a bouquet of flowers, handing it to you with a smile. When you finally pulled away from the hug, tears streaked down your face, and you quickly wiped them, laughing at yourself.

He chuckled, too. “I shouldn’t have done this if I knew I’d make you cry.”

You playfully slapped his chest, still emotional. “They’re happy tears. It was so beautiful I couldn’t help it.”

Seungmin grinned. “I’m just glad you’re crying from happiness this time. Not like that time I beat you in exams,” he teased, laughing at the memory.

You shook your head with a soft smile, unable to find words, but they weren’t needed. The love between you was understood without explanation.

“Happy anniversary,” he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity as he kissed your forehead. “I love you.”

Your heart swelled with emotion again, and you teared up all over, pulling him into another tight hug. "I love you so much," you whispered back, your voice cracking. “And I think… I want to spend every year of my life with you.”

He held you tighter, leaning close to your ear. “Me too,” he said, his voice soft but full of emotion. “I want every year to be like this… with you.”

You sobbed quietly into his chest, overwhelmed by how much love you felt in that moment. It was more than you could ever put into words.

The night continued like a dream. You both had a candlelit dinner together, the soft clinking of silverware punctuating the quiet moments between shared glances and whispers of love. Later, the night gave way to sweet intimacy, with tender kisses and heartfelt words exchanged in the glow of the candles still burning softly.

It was a night neither of you would ever forget—one filled with love, sincerity, and the promise of many more anniversaries to come.

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Three years later, life looked like a dream you both had worked so hard to build. You and Seungmin had finally reached the heights of your careers, but what made it even more special was that you had done it together.

You, now a well-respected actress and director, were creating films that moved people—stories that made audiences laugh, cry, and think. Seungmin, now a renowned singer and producer, was loved by millions, with his songs climbing the charts and his name celebrated all over. Despite your busy schedules, you always found your way back to each other, making time for the little moments that mattered most.

You lived in the house you had once dreamed about on your anniversary, a beautiful home with large windows that let in the sunlight and a garden filled with flowers. It had a cozy cinema room—just like you had imagined—where the two of you often curled up to watch movies on the big screen after long days of work. There was a spacious kitchen, perfect for the playful cooking battles you still had, and laughter often echoed through the halls as you lived out the life you’d envisioned, but even better than you could have imagined.

And now, you were happily married.

The wedding had been intimate and beautiful, surrounded by the people you loved most. Seungmin had cried as you walked down the aisle, and though he tried to play it cool, his trembling hands as he held yours during the vows gave him away. It had been a day filled with tears of joy, laughter, and promises of forever. And now, here you were, living that forever.

As you both relaxed in your living room, the glow of a soft sunset spilling through the windows, Seungmin leaned back against the couch, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

“Remember how much you hated me back then?” he asked, glancing at you with that mischievous glint in his eye.

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “Oh, I didn’t just hate you,” you teased. “I despised you. If I had teleportation powers back then, I would've dumped you right into the middle of the Pacific Ocean without a second thought.”

Seungmin burst out laughing, the sound filling the room. “You really would’ve, too! You used to look at me like you were plotting my demise.”

“Well, you didn’t make it easy,” you retorted, smirking. “You always laughed at my misery. You had this evil little laugh every time I got a lower grade than you. It drove me crazy.”

Seungmin wiped away a fake tear of joy. “It was so fun watching you squirm!”

You narrowed your eyes at him, but the smile playing on your lips gave you away. “And then that Romeo and Juliet project… I thought that was the universe punishing me. I had to be paired with you of all people.”

He grinned wider, eyes sparkling with fondness. “That project changed everything, though.”

You sighed, the memory tugging at your heart. “Yeah… I thought you were insufferable, but then I saw how serious you were about acting. You weren’t just the annoying kid who was good at everything. You actually had depth.”

Seungmin leaned closer, his tone softening. “And I thought you were just competitive for the sake of it, but you were so passionate. I admired that. You just wanted to be the best version of yourself.”

You smiled, the nostalgia washing over you. “I still can’t believe I went from wishing I could fling you across the globe to… well, spending forever with you.”

Seungmin reached out and took your hand, his thumb brushing gently across your knuckles. “I’m glad I wore you down,” he teased.

“You didn’t wear me down,” you said, smiling. “You just… made me see you differently. And I fell in love with who you really are.”

His eyes softened, and for a moment, the teasing melted into something more profound. “I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” he said, squeezing your hand. “Who would’ve thought that the girl who wanted to kill me would be the love of my life?”

You chuckled, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Life’s funny like that.”

Years passed, and now you were in the hospital delivery room, the atmosphere charged with anticipation and tension. The pain gripped you as contractions came in waves, and Seungmin stood by your side, his face pale with worry, tears already brimming in his eyes as he watched you struggle.

“Breathe, baby, just breathe,” he whispered, his voice shaky as he held your hand, his grip tight but trembling. He wiped the sweat from your forehead, looking helpless as he tried to offer comfort, though it was clear he was barely holding himself together.

Through the haze of pain, you saw the tears slip down his cheeks. He was crying harder than you’d ever seen him before, overwhelmed with both fear and love as he watched the woman he adored go through something so difficult.

When the baby’s cries finally filled the room, Seungmin broke down completely. The doctors placed your newborn son in his arms, and he hugged the tiny bundle, tears streaming down his face, whispering something soft and incoherent through his sobs.

“He… he looks like me,” he choked out, looking down at the baby boy swaddled tightly, the resemblance already undeniable. His voice cracked with emotion, and he couldn’t stop crying as he leaned down to kiss you, his heart overflowing with love and relief.

Still exhausted and weak, you looked at the two of them—your husband and your son—and a tired but warm laugh escaped your lips. “I take it back,” you said, smiling faintly through your fatigue. “I don’t want ten anymore. Delivering one was already too much.”

Seungmin chuckled softly, though his eyes were still wet. “Just one… is already perfect,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

You both looked down at the baby, now peacefully asleep in Seungmin’s arms. He shifted closer, wrapping his other arm around you so the three of you could be together, a family. He kissed your forehead softly, the weight of the moment sinking in as you shared a look that held all the love and emotion words could never fully express.

“I love you,” Seungmin whispered, his voice breaking slightly.

You smiled, your heart swelling with more love than you ever thought possible. “I love you too,” you whispered back, your eyes lingering on the tiny face of your son, knowing that this was the beginning of a whole new chapter—a chapter filled with love, growth, and the family you had dreamed of together.

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𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬 i'm saved as what ?

prompt you ask them what they have you saved in their phone as. pairing skz x fem!reader genre bf!skz, husband!skz, whatever you want them to be!skz warnings hyunjin doesn't like picasso, light mode, you get called a red flag more than once, you go off in a tangent on seungmin's part, han says you're bossy in his own, you threaten to block han, mentions of eating food in seungmin's and jeongin's a/n hi! i'm back! i'm pretty sure this prompt has been written before, but it's a classic so i thought (why not ?) i had fun with these, so i hope you all enjoy!

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Changbin at the AMAS

💞 with channie <3

( 💞. ) — a longing kiss shared after being apart for a while.

bang chan × fem!reader, established long distance relationship, fluff!!, a very teensy tiny bit of angst , wc : 1.2k

a/n : tysm for requesting this teri!! it was so fun to write, i initially had a different idea but stuck with this one, hope you like it 🩷🩷

Long-distance relationships were difficult. Chan knew that before he started one with you. The time differences, your conflicting schedules, missed calls, and unanswered texts—he thought he would be able to bear it all just to have you in his life because no one ever made him feel like you did. He was filled with this mess of emotions, ranging from happiness to frustration and, above all, love. You made him so happy he could cry. His members were very well aware of the impact you had on him since you cemented your presence in his life as a partner.

On the morning of his birthday, he woke up to an onslaught of texts from his friends and family, all of them wishing him a happy birthday. A smile grew on his face, but it fell as quickly as it formed when he saw nothing from you. An unusual weight settled in his stomach when he saw the last text in your conversation, a have a good day at work from him, and you reacted with a heart. You were the kind of person to calculate the time difference and send him messages throughout the day for anything, even the smallest things. For his last birthday, you had given him a message at exactly 12am in his time, like other people, and called him as soon as you could see the little read receipt.

The past few weeks had been stressful for both him and you—him with crazy schedules and work and you with your first weeks at your new job. It was hectic to even call each other for a few minutes. It felt like a small crack had dented your relationship that was beginning to widen into a chasm with every unanswered call. He didn't mean to, sometimes it was out of pure pettiness that he wouldn't reply because, to him, it felt like he was grasping at straws. Chan hadn't seen you physically in months; facetime calls were on a rare occasion, and now not being able to hear you, even for a few minutes, was driving him up the wall.

Against his wishes, his friends threw him a small party in the evening after work. He was grateful, truly, but all he could do was stare at your text conversation and wonder what happened. Even if you had maybe forgotten, you still would've sent him your usual, How was your day? to check in. So why were you suddenly radio silent? His mind conjured up things he didn't want to think about, strongly shaking his head to knock them out of his brain so he could focus on the people that were there.

Chan's dejected mood was easily read by his friends, so they tried to cheer him up the best they could. The cake they got for him was wonderful, and just to his liking, he even caved in on his impulsive thoughts and made a wish before blowing out the candles, praying that you would magically appear before him so he could hug you tight and never let you go.

As the evening went on, he found himself on the balcony, breathing in some fresh air along with the salivating smell of pizza from inside the apartment and letting his mind cool down. He took a few sips of soda from the can in his hands, watching the ever-busy city from above, the drone of the party inside ringing dully in his ears. 

He didn't turn around when the door behind him slid open, nor when he felt a presence beside him.

“Not enjoying the party?” A voice asked. He nearly choked on his drink when he recognized it. Wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve, he stared at you—with wide eyes, his jaw nearly touching the floor. His mouth opened and closed like a goldfish, but no words came out.

Was he dreaming?

“How?” He managed to ask in a strained voice, still unable to grasp the fact that you were there, standing on his balcony, two feet away from him, in a rather adorable outfit wearing that lip gloss he always gushed about because it made your eyes pop.

“A surprise, obviously,” you replied with a chuckle, eyes glinting with amusement at Chan's complete and utter shock. “You didn't think I would miss your birthday, now did you? That would make me a horrible girlfriend.”

After a few moments, he finally got the feeling back in his legs and surged forward to hug you, making sure you were real and not a figment of his imagination as his mind was tricking him to believe. You were most definitely real, the warmth of your skin seeping into his clothes, making goosebumps form on his skin and his stomach flutter. When he felt your arms around him, his hold only got tighter, pulling you closer and closer, as if he could make you merge into him.

Chan was smiling like an idiot; he knew he was based on the way his cheeks were burning and his vision turned into a thin line. All he could feel, hear, and smell was you.

“You came all the way here... for me?” He asked in awe, holding your face in his hands once he pulled away from the embrace. “You're seriously the best girlfriend ever, did I tell you that? I thought you forgot...

“I would never forget... I overslept in my hotel, and I was even more late because of traffic.” He giggled quietly when you lifted his palm to your mouth and pressed a kiss, leaving a shiny residue on his skin. “Happy birthday, Channie.”

“Happy birthday to me indeed.” He closed the gap between your faces, your lips meeting with his in a long overdue kiss. The taste of your lip gloss, your warm breath against his face—he swore he was dreaming. The once soft kiss slowly turned into one fervent and needy, small gasps coming from both of you with his teeth grazing your bottom lip. You broke apart for a second before diving back in again, letting yourself melt into him as he kissed you breathless. His lungs were burning, but he couldn't help himself, almost drunk on the feeling of your mouth against his, your body so close to him after ages.

“I love you,” he whispered against your mouth, resting his forehead against yours, clasping your hands in his, too afraid to not have some sort of physical contact with you or you might vanish as quick as you appeared. The same three words were uttered by you, making him smile and embrace you once more and relish the moment. 

You soon pulled away so you could join the party and have some food, but Chan never let you go, too enamored with your being to be distracted by the teasing remarks made by his friends, like how his mood did a one-eighty after he saw you. He didn't care now that you were there beside him. Soon after the party ended and you both were lying in his bed, drowsy with sleep, you leaned over him and shared one last kiss before you held each other close and fell asleep to the sound of your heartbeats.

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Can I please have 💞 and 🩵 with Han Jisung?

( 🩵. ) — kiss in the rain. & ( 💞. ) — a longing kiss shared after being apart for a while.

han jisung × fem!reader, fluff, fluff, FLUFF!! , warnings : very cheesy stuff , wc : 1k

a/n : thank you sm for sending this anon 🫶🏼🫶🏼

If there was one thing Jisung hated the most about going away for work, it was that he'd miss you. He'd miss living in your shared home, waking up every morning to see your face, cooking with you (mostly just him watching you), going to bed every night with you—just you. The moment he had the opportunity, he hopped into a car and eagerly awaited the surprise on your face when you opened the door for him.

His plan was... a failure because you didn't open the door for him, and neither were you there inside when he walked in, hollering a sappy. Baby, I'm home! With a pout on his face, he searched the apartment for your familiar face, only to be met with silence. A weight settled in his stomach as he wandered through empty rooms and neatly put away items, like you'd never been here at all the entire day. You were mostly likely at work, not knowing of his plan to surprise you, which was something dumb—he understood that the more he thought of it. 

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, and Jisung went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator for a drink. He barely glanced at the whiteboard stuck on the front, your handwriting messily scribbled over the surface with a black marker. The two of you communicated a lot through the whiteboard, with reminders for dates, important plans, and grocery lists.

His ears perked up when he heard the door click open and your form walking into the household, unbeknownst to his presence in the kitchen. You slipped off your shoes and hung your keys on the holder, walking into the kitchen and letting out a small shriek when you noticed him, your hand on your chest to calm your racing heart.

“You scared me half to death,” you chided, a small huff of laughter following your words as you walked closer to him and hugged him. Jisung laughed as well, muttering an apology in your ear as he embraced you back, hands stroking your hair and relishing in the warmth of you after a long while apart.

He brushed his thumbs along your cheeks before cupping your jaw to tilt your head back. “I missed you,” he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I missed you like hell, baby.”

“I missed you—mmgph?" He cut you off by kissing you, eyes fluttering close, and kissing you deeply and delicately all at once. You had no idea how he did that, managing to be so rough but gentle at the same time, so lustful yet tender. It was addicting—the way he kissed you. You could never get enough. Your lips greedily chased his when he parted, making him smirk but comply with your silent request and stealing your breath once again. His arms tightened around you, thinking you might slip away if he didn't hold you close.

The need for oxygen became too much, and you broke away, panting and satisfied. “You didn't let me finish. I missed you too.”

Jisung smiled wider. “I hate being away from you. My fluffy, cuddle bug.” You laughed at the random nickname and even more as he leaned back and hoisted you off the ground and squeezed you.

“Why didn't you tell me you were coming back today?” 

“It was a spontaneous decision,” he said with a shrug and then added as a matter of fact, “I was deprived of kisses and hugs from my love. I was going to keel over if I didn't get them.” His words were so corny and ridiculous, but they made your heart flutter. 

“Still! You should've told me! I haven't gone grocery shopping yet, so unless you want to eat onions and an overripe banana, we have nothing.”

He frowned, about to whine about the lack of food when he got an idea.

Which was how you two ended up having a late-night convenience store run and eating instant ramen while catching up with each other. It was these random dates that you and him both loved—no plans, just the two of you wanting to spend time with each other after long. Once the cups were empty and your bellies were full, you stepped out into the cool night air, about to head back home, when a drop of water landed on your nose, making you blink.

A drizzle started out of nowhere, the two of you barely covered by the awning in front of the store. “Guess we'll have to wait for it to die down... or I could get a cab,” you mumbled, reaching for your phone in your pocket, but Jisung stopped you, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. You immediately knew what he was thinking, and you shook your head. “No, Jisung, don't—”

He didn't heed your words and did the entire opposite, dragging you out into the rain by your arm, giggling evilly at your protests. The road was empty, and the moon was shining amongst the clouds. Your clothes were soaked and cold, and your hair was sticking to the back of your neck, but you couldn't feel it. Not when he was holding you close.

“I hate you.”

“You love me,” he corrected, cupping your jaw. “And live a little, baby.”

“I will whine to your sorry ass when I get a cold.”

“That's a future me problem.” He smirked. “Present me wants to kiss his pretty girlfriend.” He didn't hold back anymore, closing the gap between you two. It was the most cliché thing you've ever done, but this was Jisung, of course it was. The warmth of his body seeped through your rain-drenched clothes, making goosebumps prickle over your damp skin. When you pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, not wanting the moment to pass. A few more heated kisses later, you finally managed to get back home and into dry clothes. 

And you did end up catching a cold, but Jisung was more than happy to take care of you.

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CHAN BANG VLOG 4

pov: me watching the vlog

han jisung best boy

HAN ☆ SKZful Days in Jeju #1-5

+ bonus

HAN ★ Billboard Interview (AMAs 2024)

happiness looks good on you channie ♡

Harry Potter AU

Felix X Hufflepuff

“They didn’t want to show off, they weren’t being reckless, that’s the essence of Hufflepuff.”

┄┄ ︰ ┄୨୧┄ ︰ ┄┄

Bangchan | Lee Know | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Seungmin | I.N

Harry Potter AU

Han X Gryffindor

“Never bend your head. Always hold it high. Look the world right in the eye."

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Bangchan | Lee Know | Changbin | Hyunjin | Felix | Seungmin | I.N

Harry Potter AU

Bangchan X Gryffindor

"The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it."

┄┄ ︰ ┄୨୧┄ ︰ ┄┄

Lee Know | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | I.N

Harry Potter AU

Hyunjin X Slytherin

“Learn the rules so you can break them properly."

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Bangchan | Lee Know | Changbin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | I.N

me too.....me too.

i need boyfriend hanji 😩☝️

We love you unconditionally!! Always!!

Creds to the owner...

Happy birthday Channie!

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happiest birthday, christopher chan ♡ 1997.10.03

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