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backstage series | lee seokmin (M) [ongoing]

After you and your boyfriend split up, you decided to reconnect with your friend Seokmin. Because you're both performers, you started spending more time together, and a lot can happen backstage.

♡︎ pairings: lee seokmin x afab!reader ♡︎ genre: romance, smut [mdni] ♡︎ aus: theatre performer seokmin, fake dating with benefits, ♡︎ word count: 52.6k

navigation post part 1 | opening night “Just play along.” He said softly, his lips curving into a playful smile as he leaned his head to kiss you deeply in front of everyone who, until that night, thought you were heartbroken for someone else.

part 2 | obsession The truth was, he liked whatever he had with you. Friends that fuck. But to everyone else you know, you're sort of a thing. And that is what Seokmin himself suggested, a fake relationship. A fake relationship between two friends that fuck, no romantic feelings in between. How could this possibly go wrong?

part 3 | bad idea It was all an act. A mantra you repeated to yourself since the moment you first kissed. You'd made a pact with Seokmin to remain friends. Yet even when his touch seemed like wildfire, you clung to the fragile threads of that promise, as you felt yourself melting at the touch of his lips.

part 4 | closing night He felt like home. Like coming home after a tiring day, you can finally relax and unwind. The comfort of his affectionate embrace is everything you've been longing for in the last few days.

part 5 | rehearsals Being in love with your best friend has been an experience with many trials and errors. Mostly errors.

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STAY NEXT TO YOU ; haechan gets off work early to take care of you

s_fw, wc1241. sick!reader (plot point) who wears glasses (not a plot point); pregnancy mentioned jokingly

an: self indulgent at best lol. includes a little bonus post nap fluff

“Babe?”

Haechan’s voice is soft from the doorway, careful and curious as it hangs in the air before the sound of his slippers across the floor follows. You hum quietly in response, cuddled up in one of his sweatshirts and under a few too many blankets. You're surprised that he’s home, and under any other circumstance you’re certain you’d feel butterflies over the fact that he’s returned early for you, but a wave of pain hits as he climbs into bed, washing nausea over you in a way that leaves you crying (softly, because it hurts to even do that, as ridiculous as it all is).

He tutts in reply, making a sympathetic sound as he fits himself around the little ball you’ve made of yourself. “What can I do, hmm?”

“My face hurts.”

“…your face?”

“Mmhm. My cheek and jaw and chin. Sometimes so bad I feel nauseous.”

“You feel nauseous right now?”

“‘m just barely resisting the urge to cry.”

“You aren’t like…with little Haechan, are you?”

You weakly attempt to get out of his hold, muttering about how annoying he is. He laughs, nuzzling into your shoulder as he cuddles closer to you, body weighing into yours comfortingly to get you to relax again.

“I’m only partially kidding.”

“Go back to work.”

“Ok, ok, babe,” he soothes you, a smile in his voice. “What did you take?”

“Migraine medication.”

Haechan hums softly but says nothing as he continues to lay with you, his warmth seeping through the layers of fabric between you all. It leaves you feeling a little too hot and causes you to free your hands from your cocoon in an attempt to cool down a little…which works well enough before he realizes your hands are free and decides to steal one to lace his fingers through yours. 

“Teeth feel numb…I think if I stuff my cheek with something it might feel better.”

“Ok…that isn’t how that works,” he tells you, the tone of his voice measured in a way that tells you he’s trying to be both supportive and realistic. It causes you to smile as he gives you a reassuring squeeze. “Did you call the doctor?”

“Yeah. I had a telehealth and she told me to come in tomorrow. Since it’s been a few days.”

He hums thoughtfully before pulling away. Every little sound of pain you make draws a sympathetic one from him as he does god-knows-what around the room. You’ve nearly whimpered yourself to sleep by the time you feel him gently rousing you, fingers oddly cold when they meet bits of your bare skin. 

“Come on, my love…your blood is just pooling in your head. Lay on me and you’ll feel a little better…”

You groan as you sit up, frowning at him even as you realize he’s changed into his house clothes and propped a number of pillows up against the headboard to support the both of you. He opens an arm to you, the expression on his face telling you he knows you want to join him until your brow furrows.

He huffs out a laugh. “Be nice to me,” he tells you, fingers wiggling cutely to get you to join him. “Please, please, please? I’ll get you whatever you want for dinner later.”

“Whatever I want?”

His smile is too amused and teasing. “As long as it won’t upset you- ah, don’t pout again. I’m looking out for my girl.”

You curl up next to him, allowing him to adjust the blankets before you rest your head on his chest. His arm is heavy around your waist, hand sneaking under your shirt to settle hot against your skin as you sink into each other.

“I have one of your masks from the fridge, if you want it.”

Despite yourself, you whimper in overwhelm. He’s left work early and gotten familiar enough with your migraines to know you shouldn’t be laying flat on the bed. You’ve been together long enough for it to be normal but being sick makes you a little more emotionally vulnerable than normal and emotionally vulnerable you is well aware of the fact that loving and being loved is precious. That being cared for by someone who has decided you’re worth it is invaluable.

And he’s grabbed a stupid little mask from the fridge to top it all off.

“I got the blue one,” he tells you, because he knows it’s your favorite despite being no different from the others aside from in color. You pay around blindly for it and he laughs before placing it in your hand.

“Thanks, ‘ie,” you murmur, sighing contentedly when you feel him gently rest his cheek on your head.

“‘course, baby,” he murmurs as you hold the mask to the side of your face instead of putting it on. “Want me to hold your face for you?”

You half laugh, nuzzling into him as you say, “No. Just hold me for a little while.”

“As long as you want…”

.

.

It’s a few hours later when you wake up, still cradled against Haechan’s chest. You feel worse now, the effects of your migraine medication having worn off, and you aren’t sure if he knows you’re awake but he continues to rub your back soothingly regardless. He’s even still making little comforting sounds in response to your whimpers, and the realization makes you feel momentarily dizzier because your boyfriend is almost too sweet for words sometimes.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” You ask after a few minutes of half watching him scroll his phone. 

He laughs. “I forgot you can’t see shit without your glasses.”

“You enjoy being cruel toward your poor, sick girlfriend, huh?”

“She likes it,” he tells you, a little too smug. “Reddit.”

“Weirdo.”

“Mmhm. Between the porn and the cheat codes I learn quite a bit about migraines and (one of your hobbies).”

“That so?”

“Among other things,” he smiles, tilting his head to kiss your forehead. “Feeling better?”

“Worse. I think ’s time for another dose…I could eat something, too.”

“It’d be faster if I go and get [your fav] than it would be for it to be delivered.”

“Ok. I’ll go with you.”

His lips brush your forehead again as he pockets his phone. “You don’t have to. Stay and rest.”

You pull away from him, eyes searching his face for a moment before you admit, “I want to stay next to you.”

It causes him to grin bashfully before gently pinching the check that doesn’t hurt. “So cute and baby when you’re sick, my love. Makes me want to-”

“Keep me sick?” You ask with a frown, watching as he leans over and sorts through the collection of pill bottles you have on the bedside table to find your migraine medication.

He offers you a pill and your canteen as he shakes his head. “No. Makes me want to tuck you in my pocket.”

You pop the pill and chug some water. “‘m too big.”

“Sad, but true,” He pushes the blankets off the pair of you before getting up out of bed and looking at you expectantly. “But, I want to stay next  to you too, little bug-”

“Rude-”

“-so come on.” He steadies you as you get out of bed, smiling down at you once he’s sure you won’t fall. His lips brush the corner of your mouth in a tender kiss as he busies himself with righting your clothes. “I won’t stop you, my love.”

*‘ie is just E. she just didn’t say haechannie or hyuckie

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