Tune In For Love (KSM X GN!Reader)

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Tune In For Love (KSM x GN!Reader)

pairing: college radio host!Seungmin x co-host!reader

genres/au/rating: sfw, mostly fluff, the mildest of angst, idiots to lovers, pg

summary: When you and Seungmin come up with a crazy new idea for your radio show, a week of chaos and unspoken feelings unfolds. As you learn more about relationships, will the two of you tune in for love? Or decide to shut it down completely?

warnings: swearing, fake exes trope, a playlist of seungmin coded songs mentioned, stupid amounts of pining, mentions of relationship drama, they almost kiss, then they actually kiss, one mild (joking ) threat of violence, Jeongin being the best wingman ever, RAIN, Ningning, Joshua, Cheol, and Day6 all make cameos

word count: 2.8k

a/n: happy Seungmin day!! honestly this could have been a whole fic on its own but i'm happy with this cute little drabble! this draws some inspiration from the ex talk by rachel lynn solomon. our boy deserves all the love, i hope you enjoy!

“Okay everyone, this has been another week at The Sound FM, the university’s #1 radio station! ____ and Seungmin signing off!”

Your voice fades out to the tune of the hit that Seungmin had selected for the week, ears perking up at the rumble of the bass and the tick tick tick of the hi-hat. Another Day6 song. Congratulations this time. 

“When will you admit that you’re Day6’s number one fan?”

“When you admit that you’re their number two,” Seungmin adjusts his glasses, a devious smirk lighting up his face. 

(You were, but you would never give Seungmin the satisfaction.)

“That segment on how to deal with the stress of midterms turned out great! What should we do next?”

You fidget with your pen, tapping it against your notepad, twirling it around in your fingers, before moving to put it behind your ear–

Seungmin’s hands shoot out, fingers clasping around yours for a brief moment, and a shiver runs through you, despite the fact that it was sunny outside with not a cloud in sight.

“I had an idea, actually, well it’s not my idea, Jeongin brought it up..”

For however composed the two of you were on air, you turned into awkward rambling messes when the mics were off. It had always been like that though. You’d been hosting the show with Seungmin for the better part of a year and you still didn’t know why you felt shy around him, or why you’d barely progressed beyond simple acquaintances.

“There’s this girl that uh, he, yeah he wants to impress, so he was asking if our next segment could maybe have something to do with dating advice.” 

“That is sooo much better than the segment on recycling tips I was planning,” you nudge him, oblivious to the way his ears turn red.

“Oooh but what if we make it spicy you know? Like approach relationships from a different angle?”

“What angle?” Seungmin rubs at the back of his neck. “As far as I know, neither of us are in a relationship. I mean, right?”

“Right but no one else has to know that! What if we pretend that we’re exes, who broke up? Hindsight is always 20/20, people will eat that up!”

“I thought I was supposed to be the menace here,” Seungmin’s tone is deadpan but his eyes sparkle with mischief.

“What can I say, you’re rubbing off on me Min,” you giggle. “So, what do you say we put your charm to good use?”

“You think I’m charming ___?” 

You miss the excitement in his tone, writing it off as enthusiasm for the whole absurdity of this plan.

“Who knows, Min! Maybe we’ll even find people! This is so exciting!”

Seungmin pauses briefly, a choked sound escaping his mouth, but you think you imagine it, watching him straighten and nod.

Laughter fills the studio as you bicker back and forth about what to include and how the next week would go. It was a risk, but you hoped it would pay off — both on the airwaves and maybe even for your stagnant love life. The possibilities were endless.

“Hello, and welcome to Tune in For Love! We are your hosts, ___ and Seungmin, and for the next week we’ll be tackling all your relationship questions and concerns!”

Your voice booms into the mic, echoing throughout the tiny studio, and you take a moment to mute yourself, heart pounding in your ears. Butterflies had begun to bubble up in your chest – you were really doing this.

“You ready for this?” Seungmin’s voice knocks you out of your daze, and you look over to see his lips twist into a lazy smile, running his fingers through his hair.

Fuck. Why did that make your stomach flip-flop?

You give him a shaky nod. It was probably just the rush of trying something new, so different from what you were used to. The simultaneous thrill and terror of dipping your toes into uncharted waters. 

Seungmin unmutes the mic, his softer, more melodious voice reverberating into the windscreen. He’d make a great singer, you think. Maybe for your next segment you could convince him to croon on air.

“We’re your resident experts on dating, whether it's still in the early stages of puppy love, the cool cruising of the honeymoon phase, or the bitter sting of love gone wrong. We have all your answers, right here, right now on The Sound FM!”

“Trust me, we’ve had experience with all of those,” you chuckle.

The story just falls off your tongue – a tumultuous end to a relationship that had never existed, one full of angst and heartbreak that even the finest writer couldn’t think of. Seungmin interrupts you spontaneously to respond to your dramatic anecdotes with dry quips of his, and you can’t believe it — you actually sound like a couple. A real couple.

“How was I supposed to know you were allergic to garlic? You let me take you to an Italian restaurant on the first date!”

“As my boyfriend, you should have asked my best friend about my allergies! That’s like standard dating protocol,” you shoot back, making sure to smile so that Seungmin knows you’re not serious.

“Noted, I’ll keep that in mind for the next relationship,” Seungmin grunts, the air becoming thick with a tension you can’t pinpoint.

Clearing your throat, your fingers hover over the buttons of the soundboard.

“How about we take some listener calls instead?”

The line crackles to life, a caller named Ningning groaning about how her girlfriend forget their anniversary and didn’t even apologize.

“It’s an honest mistake,” Seungmin mutters. 

“I don’t think so,” you counter, chewing your lip. “It’s important to be considerate of special moments like anniversaries, birthdays. It means you care. I mean Seungmin probably doesn’t even remember mine–”

“October 17th,” he interrupts you, and you go rigid. How did he even know?

I asked Jeongin, he mouths, and it only leaves you more confused. Why would he need to know that? It leaves you more embarrassed that you don’t know his exact day, only that it was sometime in September.  

Ningning rambles on, thanking you both for the added perspective and resolving to make things right with her girlfriend. You feel your heart warm at her determination, amazed at the effect that you and Seungmin had already managed to have on your listeners. 

Seungmin closes out the show, the easygoing and carefree chords of Polaroid Love ringing into the mic, and you think to yourself, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. 

As the sun sets, campus comes alive, buzzing with excitement. You glance out the window, watching students filter out of the library, walking towards the commons for a cup of coffee, or hugging outside their dorms. A deep pang of longing hits your gut, not sure whether its from watching them outside or the fact that you’re cramped here in the tiny studio, band posters all over the walls, and Seungmin is playing Love You For A Long Time, Maggie Rogers’ ethereal voice filling the space between you. 

“Had to ease you into our next listener call,” Seungmin grins into the mic. “This one is – ouch. It might hit home for some of us, I mean you all.”

“Hi, ___ and Seungmin? I’m Joshua, a senior. I’m calling because I have a dilemma – my best friend Seungcheol just started dating my ex, and I’m not sure how to feel. On one hand I wanna be happy for them, but on the other hand, I’m a mess. What would you do if you found out one of you was dating someone else?”

“Oh.” Seungmin breathes out, and he remains there, lips parted like he’s frozen. An awkward silence falls over the studio, and you’re sure Joshua is blinking on the other end of the line, wondering what the hell just happened.

“I’m not sure,” you shudder, thinking of the hypothetical situation. But it wasn’t so hypothetical. You and Seungmin were free to date people. There was nothing stopping you. But it still felt wrong somehow.

“I would give yourself some space, Joshua. Take time to confront your own feelings about this, and when you’re ready you can decide what to do. Let yourself heal first.”

“That’s a good answer,” Seungmin whispers, and you panic, muttering out a rushed goodbye before cutting the broadcast.

“Wow,” you sigh. “That was, I–, I guess I didn’t think of that when I suggested this.”

“Think of what?” Seungmin’s eyes glimmer with interest, and he leans in closer.

“How shit would get so deep? Like how would I actually react if that happened to me? I don’t even want to think about it.”

“Sometimes this feels almost like we’re not pretending,” Seungmin murmurs, a strained laugh escaping his throat, a mask for the change in his tone. 

You’re not sure what you want to say, but it feels like you should say something. The moment hangs heavy in between you two, and you don’t remember how Seungmin got so close, brushing his thumb against your cheek.

“Seungmin, I–” 

“You had a piece of hair in your face,” he responds, straightening up to stretch his arms. “It’s late, want me to grab you an americano?”

Shaking your head, you manage to muster up a weak response, telling him to go ahead without you. He nods slightly, before throwing his jacket on and slipping out the door, leaving you alone.

An unsettling dilemma dawns on you – this was supposed to be an act, but why did it feel so real?

“You know,” Jeongin’s loud chewing echoes in the dining hall, Seungmin bristling as he watches his friend stuff five french fries into his mouth at once. “I should revoke your roommate privileges for this stunt you pulled. I thought you were grumpy before, but breaking up with ____ has taken it to a whole new level.”

Seungmin scowls, cursing under his breath at Jeongin. Yanking his headphones out of his ears, the lamenting tune of These Days by Wallows cuts off abruptly. 

Outside the rain patters, echoing his stormy emotions. Over the course of the past week, his mood had felt like he was on the world’s most nausea-inducing roller coaster ride. The highs were the times he got to spend with you in the studio, cracking jokes and watching your eyes shine as the two of you came up with the next devious plot for the show. The lows were the knot in his stomach every time someone would call in with a question that hit a little too hard.

After this week, he was glad the show would end, and maybe you guys could go back to the way things were before. That easy, comfortable dynamic that always existed between you two.

“Bullshit,” Jeongin sees the way his eyes zone out, like he can read Seungmin’s mind. “I know you, and I know what you’re thinking and it’s absolute bullshit. You’re in too deep, hyung.”

“I’ll fucking punch you,” Seungmin hisses. “What the hell am I supposed to do, huh? Just spill to ___ that this isn’t some game for me? That my feelings are real? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Hyung–”

A gasp echoes from behind him, and Seungmin turns to see you behind him. Your lip trembles, and you lock eyes with him, a tear escaping the corner before you’re turning on your heels, running out of the dining hall. 

Seungmin stands there, frozen with the weight of what he’d just confessed, heart sinking to his shoes. All of a sudden, he feels a sharp jab to his arm, Jeongin’s fist colliding with it.

“What are you waiting for? Run!”

The rain pelts the back of Seungmin’s neck as he runs, indifferent to the fact that he’s probably soaked to the bone, slipping and sliding along the cobblestone. He can make out your figure storming ahead furiously, like you can’t get away fast enough, and he speeds up, panic in his voice.

“___, wait! Please stop.”

His voice turns hoarse from all the yelling, and he’s about to give up, turn back in defeat (and go sock Jeongin cry into his friend’s shoulder), when you stop under a streetlight, your figure slumping. 

Seungmin is by your side in moments, not caring that he takes your hands in his, blowing on them to give you warmth.

“Y-you d-don’t even h-have an umbrella, w-what were y-you thinking?” he chatters, and he watches your lips turn up in a smile. But your eyes remain downcast?

“What about you?” you whisper, and Seungmin cocks his head, looking at you in confusion.

“I left my jacket in the dining hall with Jeongin—”

“No Seungmin, I mean what about you?” your voice croaks desperately. 

Seungmin takes a deep breath. There was no use in pretending anymore.

“I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do,” he chokes out.

You take his hands in yours and Seungmin feels dizzy. The cold rain no longer bothers him, warmth filling his veins from the inside out.

“You think?” you sniffle.

“I know. I know I’ve been in love with you, since the day you walked into the studio and pitched your ideas for five-star dorm meals.”

“I really like your hands,” you blurt out, and Seungmin’s eyes widen in shock. That was not the response you’d been expecting.

“They’re warm when mine are always cold, I like the way they look when they’re holding a pencil, or when you bring me a cup of coffee. I like your voice too – the way you sing along to Day6 when you think no one is listening, or your annoying little laugh–”

“It is not annoying–”

You press a finger to his lips, and Seungmin thinks he might just evaporate. 

“Not now, Min. I’m trying to say something here. What I’m trying to say is that if there’s anything this whole week has taught me, it’s how much I like you. How much I want to have those crappy problems that everyone complains about with you, how much I want to celebrate birthdays with you, and anniversaries with you, and how I think I might collapse inside if I ever saw you with someone else—”

It’s Seungmin’s turn to interrupt you now,  cold lips colliding with yours, the initial shock replaced with heat. Your hands burrow into his hair and he draws you closer, hands weaving around your waist. The startled, frantic sounds of your breathing did nothing to help the pounding of his heart, and he wonders if you can hear it too. 

In this moment, Seungmin never wants to let go, holding you steady against him even when you part, your breath fanning in the cold air. 

“I just, I, needed to be honest. No more pretending.”

“No more pretending,” he smiles against your lips, nudging his nose against yours.

The wet slap of shoes against the pavement interrupts you both, turning to see the Jeongin behind you, Seungmin’s jacket in his arms. He takes in the sight of you two wrapped around each other, a smug grin lighting up his entire face.

“Hell yeah! It worked!”

“___ and Seungmin signing off, this is Tune in For Love on The Sound FM, and we’ve loved having you this week!”

The air in the studio buzzes with a different kind of excitement – the dreamy notes of Hypnotized by The Weston Estate filling up the room.

“Before we go, we have something to share with you–” your voice wobbles, and Seungmin reaches out immediately, squeezing your hand.

“Please send your email petitions in so our show doesn’t get canceled, but we’ve been faking it this whole time. We’re not actually exes.”

You can almost hear the collective gasp across campus, the soundboard going crazy as it lights up with calls.

“We are, as of yesterday, the happiest, and newest–, couple on campus,” Seungmin beams, his pride echoing through the mic and your heart lurches at how right it feels to be his.

You hit the answer button, the lines flooding with congratulations and well-wishes to the news.

“Congrats!” Ningning’s voice echoes. “I always thought you were the cutest together.”

“You make me want to find someone of my own now,” Joshua says in the background, and the studio fills with you and Seungmin’s laughter.

When the last call goes through, Jeongin gives you both a thumbs up, shutting off the soundboard. 

You turn to Seungmin, heart racing. 

“I can’t believe we actually did this,” he says,  half-laughing.

“Me neither,” you reply, a soft smile on his lips. “But I’m really glad we did. It feels… right, you know?”

“Thanks for being part of this with us,” he echoes through the airwaves, his voice sincere. “We’re excited to see what’s next—together. And while the show may be over, we hope you’ll still tune in for love every single week — no matter the topic.”

“Next – how to cook a five star meal worthy of any restaurant using just your dorm microwave…”

a/n pt. 2: As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜

Wellness Check

bf!skz x female!reader

WARNING: Mentions of injections and vomiting

A/N: going through a bad patch rn with my health, decided to put y/n through the same ringer to cope

kofi☕

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— BF!Stray Kids Has Beef with Your Plushies . Hyung Line

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PAIRING : bf!stray kids hyung line x reader

GENRE : just plain tom foolery

WARNINGS : bad humor, joking about drowning plushies, being jealous, bickering, playful teasing, jokes about eviction

⤷ maknae line ⤷ stray kids masterlist

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AHHHHH GRACIASSSS MI AMORICITOOOOO 🩷🩷🩷🩷😭 asi mismo lo estaba pensando!!

MI AMORRRR

Oki so tengo una idea linda esi quieres escribirlo 🩷

No se porque Paboracha sigue en mi mente últimamente, pero vamos a poner que ellos quieren preguntar a la novia para casarse con ellos, pero están escribiendo a la novia para ideas, no a los otros chicos!! 🤭🤭🤭

~tu fan favorita🩷

P.s

No paras de escribir! Siempre me encanta ver sus cosas 🫶🏼🫶🏼 me da inspiración para to seguir escribiendo!!

𝖭𝗈 𝗍𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗒 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋: 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝖾í𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗃𝖾 𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗃𝗈 𝗒 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝖺𝖼é𝗇 𝖺 𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗋. 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍í𝗌𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝗂𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂ó𝗇 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖺 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝖽𝗈. 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗒 𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗓á, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗅 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗃𝖾. 𝖬𝗂 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗃𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗒 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗋í𝖺. 𝖭𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈, 𝗒 𝗅𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗏𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗅 𝖽í𝖺, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝖺𝗇ó𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺. 𝖣𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈… 𝖫𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗎𝖽𝖺: 𝖯𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖺 𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗎 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗋~

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Heres a snippet from the middle of the next story i been writing these past couple days! Let me know if i should continue or scratch it!! Since i got my laptop fixed, i am coming full speed with the stories again!

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“Do you ever miss life before being an Idol,” you ask Chan quietly as you continue to stare at the loving couple who now sat in the outside section of the bar.

“Sometimes. Why do you ask? Y/nnie” Chan looks at you, confused by the sudden question. You took a minute to gather your thoughts as you now see that same couple, sharing the first drink of probably a few tonight.

“Nights like this, where I see people enjoying their life freely, making spur of the moment decisions, or couples going on dates late at night, it makes me miss all the fun things I used to do back before I became an Idol. Though I am very grateful I have this privilege to travel the world and perform for everyone around the world, but I also do miss just being Y/N. Not the Kpop Idol,” you say softly as you look at him, his brown eyes now glistening under the moonlight. Your heart suddenly skips a beat as you watch him analyze everything you have just said. It was like he was surprised but also curious about what was running through your brain. However, he just nods as he looks away from you now, staring into the night sky.

“I get that feeling. Some nights when I work on our songs, moments of when I was back in Sydney come to mind, and I start to miss my younger pre-idol days too. What do you miss the most?”

“Well, hanging out with friends, sneaking out late just to go to the beach and watch the sunrise, trying to fall in love, though that never happened, getting was-”

“Woah wait, are you saying you never fell in love with someone,” Chan asked, his eyes now looking at your red face as you realize you never told anyone that desire of yours. You shake your head no, as you continue to look away to avoid eye contact.

“No, I mean I had boyfriends and flings, but I never truly fell in love with them. And the idea of love for me only became more distant as I became an idol, seeing how little privacy we all have made me not want to pursue anymore. Though I find it cute in movies, I don’t see that being me now.”

You look at the same couple from earlier, the way they both smile at one another, how the guy wraps his arms around his partner as he whispers something in her ear and she blushes, giving him a quick kiss before grabbing his hand and taking him inside to the dance floor. That was the love that reminded you of the movies, the love that you once craved dearly but never received.

“So, let’s pretend we aren’t idols tonight then.”

Snapping your head back at the proposal you just heard, you see Chan’s face turn a slight pinkish color as he hangs his head low, with a smile on his face.

“What do you mean by that Chan,” you whisper softly. You stare at him as a smile now creeps up on your face, connecting the dots on what he is trying to do.

“Tonight, you are not Y/nnie from Straykids, you are Y/n, a wonderful amazing woman from the Caribbean wanting to explore Paris. And I am not Chan, I am Christopher from Sydney who is looking for inspiration in a new place to write his songs and we both stumbled up here for no absolute reason.”

📱Text From Boyfriend SKZ When You're Not Feeling Like Yourself📱

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genre: fluff, slight angst, comfort

pov: 1st or 2nd Person (depending on how you view it)

description: aka, boyfriend stray kid reaching out to help you out during a rough time

pairing: bf!skz & gn!reader (individual)

warnings: swearing, mention of food/eating, reader is going through something

screenshot count: 30

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방찬 (Bang Chan)

이민호 (Lee Know)

서창빈 (Changbin)

황현진 (Hyunjin)

한지성 (Han)

이용복 (Felix)

김승민 (Seungmin)

양정인 (I.N)

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