Can I Request A Mark Jeno Jaemin Haechan X Innocent Y/n Fivesome

can i request a mark jeno jaemin haechan x innocent y/n fivesome 🙏🏻

If 3's a Crowd, Then Add 2

Paring: Bsf!Mark x Bsf!Reader, Mark, Jaemin, Jeno, Haechan x Innocent!Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Genre: Smut, barely any plot, some fluff between Mark and reader

Warnings: Smut, Mature language/cursing, Haechan is meanest one, mark feels bad but doesn't, pet names, fluff, not 100% proofread, mentions of past jaehyun x reader

Smut Warnings: Fivesome, reader gets used for the guys' pleasure, degradation, uh... misuse of a shoe..., reader gets called stupid and dumb, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), handjobs, some manhandling, dry humping, let me know if I missed anything.

an- hi!! i made a fic sorta similar to this but it didn't have haechan and mark involved, i hope it's different enough and you enjoy the drabble! thank you sm for requesting!

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“I want to fuck her, so bad.” Haechan spoke up, it had been quiet in the room since you went back to your own apartment. Hums of agreement were heard from Jeno and Jaemin who he was between on the couch. The person on the loveseat however made a sound of disgust. He was missing the warmth of your body that was next to him.

The other boys all complained, “So you’re saying you’ve never thought about hitting that?” “Have you seen that ass? Or her tits? Fuck man, even her mouth. I wanna see her cry so bad.” “I’d do anything to fuck her.” The three on the couch were all making provocative gestures and comments about you, and it made Mark feel sick. He refused to say that he wholeheartedly agreed with every single one of them though. Well, maybe not wholeheartedly, these thoughts and feelings weren’t coming from his heart.

“You guys are so gross; she’s been my best friend since elementary school. I don’t even know if she’s had sex before, let alone what you guys are wanting to do to her.” The room fell silent again, but it didn’t last long.

Haechan, Jeno, and Jaemin all shot up, Haechan being first, of course he wouldn’t miss a beat. “You’re saying she’s a virgin?!” Mark started rubbing his temples as question after question was thrown at him. “I don’t know if she’s a virgin, we’ve just told each other everything and sex never came up on her side of the conversation. She’s shy when it comes to that thing, so it is a possibility she just didn’t tell me, she dated this upperclassmen guy named Jaehyun for a while.” The younger boys sat back down and leaned their elbows on their knees, interested in anything about your personal life.

“Continue please.” Jeno motioned with his hand. Mark felt the guilt bubble in his chest and stomach as he opened his mouth to continue sharing your life with his eager friends. “Well, Jaehyun was a bit of a player, she was a sophomore at the time, and he was a senior, they had one class together and it was some cooking class, and they were station partners. He asked her out and all of Y/n and I’s mutual friends told her not to say yes, but the popular dude showed interest in her, and her being her, she said yes.” Not wanting to go on, he stopped talking and looked at the couch, hoping its occupants would be satisfied, but of course, they weren’t anywhere near that.

Taking a deep breath in, Mark starting again, “Jaehyun was known for sleeping around a bit, and no one thought him and Y/n would last, but they did, for two years too. That’s why I’m not sure if she’s a virgin of not, with how long her and Jaehyun were dating, I’d be surprised if she was. She doesn’t seem like the type to be adventurous though, so if her and Jaehyun did have sex, it was probably very vanilla.”

Jaemin, hasn’t said much but it was obvious he was just as excited as the everyone else in the room. “Why don’t you call her back here Mark? Tell her she forgot something.” Heads turned towards the boy on the loveseat, and it was like three devils cornering an angel. Haechan smiled, “Yean Mark, c’mon give Y/n a call.”

Mark wanted to, he really, really wanted to and one of the nagging voices in his head was telling him to take his phone out and at the same time, the other voice was reminding him that you’re his best friend, his innocent best friend. The voice he imagined with little horns overpowered the one with the halo. Reaching behind him, he grabbed his phone from his pocket and went to your contact.

There were only a few seconds of hesitation before he clicked the call button, of course there were only a couple rings until he heard your somehow confused yet cheery voice. “Hello Mark? Is everything okay?” Haechan held his hand flat with the palm side up and used his other hand to point at it while mouthing, “Speaker, put it on speaker!”

Although he rolled his eyes, Mark obliged. “Yeah, uh, everything is fine. You just, you just forgot something.” His cheeks were as red as can be, he felt warm too.

The way you immediately took his word for it instead of asking him what you had forgotten made the guilt within him bubble up in his chest. He felt worse knowing how much you trusted him, and he was leading you into this. But there it was again, the little devil that sat upon one of his shoulders, reminding him about every wet dream he’s ever had about you and every time you were the one that was in his mind while he rubbed one out.

“I’ll be there soon, thanks for letting me know Mark.” As soon was the three boys on the couch heard the call disconnect, their faces morphed into smirks, and they leaned back, thinking of what each of them were going to do first.

“If she says no, then nothing is going to happen, I know you all have these fucking sick fantasies about her but if she doesn’t want any of it, you will not touch her or make her feel bad about it. Do you understand?” Mark’s embarrassment faded and the possessiveness he kept deep down him started to rise up to the surface. It showed when Jaehyun broke up with you and it’s showing now.

While you were driving back to their apartment, you wondered what you had forgotten. You were sure you double checked to make sure you had everything, but it seemed like you did forget something after all. Even though you were positive you had remembered everything, you couldn’t help the feeling of nervousness and hesitation.

The four guys were all as anxious as you but for different reasons, Haechan was ready to play out some of his sick fantasies that starred you, Jeno and Jaemin were excited to get their dicks wet by you, and then there was Mark. He was trying to play out the conversation he would have with you after the night ended, would you still want to be his friend? Something more? Or would you never want anything to do with him again? He prayed that wasn’t going to be the case, he needed you in his life.

All of the thinking distracted him from how much time had passed and when he heard a knock on the door, Mark shot up from his seat. If this was going to happen, he was going to be the first one to touch you. He was going to mark you as his before any of the others got the chance. Mark’s head was so clouded by lust that he couldn’t even register who the others were at the moment, all he could think about, was you.

“Hey Mark, what did I for-” the rest of the question came out into his mouth, but as soon was you realized what was happening, you pulled away slightly. “What’s going on?” You didn’t even care enough for the answer before you kissed Mark again, just Mark, but when he did answer, it felt like freezing cold water was poured over you. “We wanna fuck you.”

“Huh? We? Mar-Mark” you whimpered as Mark grabbed your ass and used the leverage to grind your crotch into his. “Yeah, we. Do you wanna?” His speech was slurred, getting so worked up in a short amount of time was taking a toll on his mental state. Mark couldn’t think, except about you.

The heat coming from Mark’s crotch disappeared as he was pulled from your body, you subconsciously followed him, but you felt a hand circle your wrist. Your back was met with a firm chest, and you weren’t sure if it was Jeno or Jaemin, but the voice gave it away.

“Yeah, Y/n, what do you say. Are you gonna let us use you?” Jeno. Jaemin walked over to Haechan and Mark, leaving Jeno the only one out of your sight.

The room felt as if it was on fire, your cheeks and chest were warm, and you could’ve sworn you immediately started sweating when Jeno drug his lips along the back of your neck. “How? What is going to happen?” Then, the one who had been dreaming of this day the most, stepped up and spoke out.

Haechan walked up to you and leaned forward. “We’re gonna have some fun with you baby, use that pretty body of yours.” You felt his lips brush against yours every time he spoke, as if your lips were flirting.

Scanning the eyes of the men behind Haechan, Jaemin and Mark looked like they wanted this just as much, but they still wanted to make sure you were okay. Mark was slightly embarrassed about literally jumping your bones when you got there, but he couldn’t help it. Even though he was going read at the thought, he wanted nothing more than to do it again.

Mark felt a nudge in his side when you slightly nodded, wide eyes doing nothing to hide the fear in you. He looked over at Jaemin and saw the smirk on his face, he wasn’t sure what to do first, it started so fast. Jeno used his hold on you to drag you into the middle of the room, only tripping once, you stood in the center of the circle the four boys had created.

“Always such a tease, I doubt you even knew what you were doing. Stupid girl.” Haechan paced in front of you, like a warden who was about to punish a delinquent. “M’not stupid.” That was the only thing your brain could process to say. “Yes, you are, you’re our dumb slut, just for us.” Jaemin came up from behind you and placed his head on your shoulder, patronizing you.

You hated to admit it, but you were wet, so very wet. These four jaw-droppingly gorgeous men wanted you. They wanted to do sick things to you, things you hadn’t even thought of ever doing, but who were you to say no to them.

No one moved for a few seconds, they four looked at one another, almost as if decided who was going to go first without telling you. Haechan pointed at your shirt and then pointed up, making an upward sweeping motion with his finger. “What?” With your head tilted and brows furrowed in confusion he was sure he could cum on the spot, but Haechan wanted to cum in you, he didn’t care in which hole, you just wanted his release to be inside of you.

“Fuck, you really are stupid huh?” Shaking your head, you felt shaking hands find the hem of your shirt and then tugging it up. “You’re so pretty baby, you’re not stupid, my smart girl.” Mark whispered in your ear while stripping you.

He moved to removing your pants and he tapped your ankle when it was time to step out of them, and then he repeated the action when it was time. On his way back up, he kissed the small of your back. Mark barely pulled back, the tips of his lips followed your spine up, ending at the junction where your neck meets your shoulder.

The familiar feeling of him grinding returned, although it wasn’t along your crotch, the thought of Mark using your ass to get off was just as pleasurable as him actually touching you. His hands traced your sides up and met where your bra hook was. “Mark” after he unclasped your bra, you would be left completely bare in front of the everyone in the room.

Mark didn’t stop though, he undid your bra hook and slightly pulled your bra up before removing it, when he did, your breasts bounced and no one was looking at your face, they were all looking at how your tits dropped.

“Get on your knees.” Haechan stepped forward and shooed Mark away. He hesitated before he finally let you go. Although you missed Mark’s touch, you wanted to please Haechan. The boy’s eyes held a glint in them, his babyface showed an innocent façade, but there were deep desires that his composure hid.

Dropping to your knees, Haechan’s pointer finger found its way under your chin and used it to tilt your head up. He looked down at your kneeling position from his standing one, you felt the need to cower, the height difference mixed with the look in his eye scared you. He just smirked at you before saying, “Hump my shoe.” He kicked your thighs apart and stepped his right foot forward.

“Wha-huh?” You looked from his face to his shoe, and back to his face. You felt hot and exposed, which you were, every man in the room was fully clothed, while you didn’t have a single thing covering you. Turning your head when you heard a scoff behind you, you saw Jeno rolling his eyes, Jaemin motioning you to do it, and Mark was still blushing, his fingers itching to reach out and caress you. He couldn’t though, Haechan had taken the role of leader in this, and he was determined to make both you and Mark suffer.

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, Jeno, fucking help her.” You swallowed, only to realize how dry your mouth had gotten. Jeno followed Haechan’s orders, and you felt him kneel behind you. “C’mon beautiful, hump his shoe, you should be thanking him for even letting you touch that shoe.” As Jeno was talking, he started moving you along the shoe that was placed between your thighs. The laces rubbed against your clit, and you couldn’t help but whine and moan. “Jeno, hurts. It hurts.” You were throbbing, wanting something in you, but you were too shy to ask.

“If you want something, you’re going to have to ask for it. You’re a big girl, use your words.” Jaemin appeared at your side, kneeling beside you. Jaemin gave you the kindest touch you had felt yet that night, he brushed the hair our of your eyes and ran his fingers through the rest of your hair. After his fingers had run their course, you dropped your head onto Jeno’s shoulder, lost in the pleasure of the feeling of him forcing you to move along Haechan’s shoe.

Your head didn’t stay on Jeno’s shoulder for long before it shot up, with you letting out a short scream with the motion, Haechan had moved his foot, tapping your swollen clit and wet folds.

“You’re being so good for us so far, are you going to keep being a good girl?” Mark stayed standing as he came to your other side, looking down at you with a small smirk on his face. “Yeah, wanna be your good girl. I can be your good girl.” Frantically nodding in fear of them seizing their touch, but unfortunately, no matter how eager you seemed, all feeling of them was removed.

Haechan was whispering to Mark while Jeno and Jaemin listened in, agreeing to what he was saying. You thought about how this obviously wasn’t planned whatsoever and that they were just like, “hey, let’s fuck Y/n.” Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt a pair of hands grab your wrists and bring them up and above your head. Then, each leg was grabbed by a separate pair of hands, and they were pulled apart, leaving you open. You saw Haechan above your head, he was the one holding your hands, “Open your mouth.”

You wanted to be their good girl, so you did. Haechan then opened his and you felt a glob of spit hit your tongue. “Swallow it.” You did without a second thought. “Maybe you aren’t as stupid as I thought, your brain isn’t empty, it’s full of ways how to please us.” The praise, that wasn’t exactly praise, caused you to want to clench your thighs together, but you couldn’t.

The hands that were keeping you spread open kept pulling your legs further and further apart until you whined from a cramp. They didn’t move them slightly back, but they held it in the spot that made you whimper.

Jeno was holding your left ankle while Jaemin was holding the right, which left Mark. “Look at how hard you make me. This is all because of you. Ever since we were kids, you made me feel this way.” You didn’t get to say anything in response because Mark was already prodding at your entrance that was soaking to a humiliating degree.

“Mark” your back arched as he slid into you, each inch was being shoved inside of you, not to mention the girth. Whines and curses were coming out of your mouth as well as Mark’s, you felt a slap on your cheek which caused you to you to quickly look at Haechan. “I thought you were our good girl. Good girls don’t curse. Don’t you want this? Don’t you want us?” Your thighs tensed as the tip of Mark’s cock kissed your g-spot. “No no no, Haechan. I do want this!” Your teary eyes met his and he couldn’t take it anymore.

“God, fuck, look what you do to me. Can’t even fucking wait for your pussy to free up.” Haechan freed your hands so he could focus on removing the clothes that covered his bottom half. “Open your mouth, now.” The large size of Haechan’s dick made its way into your mouth and landed on your tongue.

You shouldn’t have been surprised but Haechan didn’t give you any time for your throat to adjust to the size of his cock before he started pulling out to just slam back in. The tears streaming down your face made all the boys chuckle, watching your every move and reaction, you weren’t able to leave their sight in anyway. All eyes were on you.

Your legs found a new home before you knew it, from being pinned to the ground, they were now around Mark’s naked hips. You never noticed how pretty he was until now, you always knew he was pretty but now, you saw his most vulnerable form, and he was breath-taking. The hands that were busy with your legs now grabbed your free arms from when Haechan let go.

“You’re gonna jerk us off.” Jaemin smirked when you shot him a confused look. Not knowing when the best friends had removed their pants and underwear, you couldn’t find yourself to care either as both of the heavy weights of their cocks sat in the palms of your hands.

At first you struggled with moving your hands to pleasure them, but they both spat into your hand, causing you to slide up and down their lengths.

It was hard to truly concentrate on everything as Mark was still sliding against your walls. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” The squelches that were being immitted from your cunt mixed with the sounds of your gagging, you’d never felt so powerful yet so helpless at the same time before. Here you were being used by four guys on the living room floor of a dirty apartment, but then again, four hot guys wanted you.

“Mark, I’m gonna-I’m gonna cum.” Those whimpered words caused him to move even faster, wanting to feel your walls clench around him was what caused him to keep snapping his hips against yours. It didn’t take long for you to reach the edge, and before you knew it, Mark hit your g-spot once again and you were pushed off said edge and into the ocean of euphoria.

Your once slightly blurry vision was all white and your legs tightened around Mark’s narrow hips, you felt his pace stutter and then he stilled. Seeing his head thrown back as his chest rose and fell with each breath was such a sight.

Of course the sight wasn’t super visible since Haechan’s cock was still drilling in and out of your mouth. His thrusts turned frantic as he sprinted to reach his release. “Almost there, gonna fuck- cum. Gonna cum in your mouth and you’re- you’re gonna be good and swallow every last drop, aren’t you?” The hum you let out in affirmation was what helped Haechan find his finish. With Mark’s cum starting to spill out of you since he pulled out, Haechan’s was pouring into your mouth.

Swallowing it like he had asked, you opened your mouth once more to show him that you had followed his orders. The smile on his face, told you that you did good for him since he was too out of breath to verbally answer.

The two using your hands were almost there as well. They both had wrapped one of their hands around yours so they could set their own place without the problem of slipping out. Jaemin came first, white spirts hitting your chest, which he was aiming for. He was dying to see your tits covered in his cum. Jeno, wasn’t too far behind and he aimed to cum on your stomach. He removed your hand and continued to jerk himself off over your middle until every last bit of cum was out of him and onto you.

The air in the room was hot and heavy, the panting coming from everyone just added onto it. You closed your eyes for a bit, now worn out, and felt three kisses on your forehead. When opened your eyes to see who it was, all you saw was Mark in the room with you.

“They all gave you a kiss when they left. I’m going to go get a washcloth to clean you up. I’ll be right back.” You were left alone for a couple seconds but the sound of the faucet in the bathroom, comforted you, it told you that Mark would be back soon, and then he was. Right back at your side, wiping up the remains of his and his friends’ cum off of you. “What do we do now? As in us?” Not wanting to receive the answer you were dreading, you whispered, thinking that that would somehow help. “I’m not sure, I wish I was, but I just don’t want to lose you.”

Mark must’ve felt the same because his volume was just as quiet if not more than yours. “You were the only one that kissed me.” “Hm?” Slightly scoffing, you added to your statement. “When I got here, you kissed me, you were the only one that kissed me on the lips tonight. That has to mean something, doesn’t it?”

Mark didn’t answer at all, he dressed you in some of his clothes and picked you up to place you in his bed. “I guess it does. I’m glad that none of them kissed you.” He admitted as he laid down next to you.

“I wanted to be the only one to do that.” Mark spoke into your hair. Looking up at him, the darkness of the room hit his face from you, but you could still feel his breath brush against your face. Your eyelashes flutter from exhaustion, “We can talk about this in the morning. I just want to hold you, without anything to worry about.” You allowed yourself to melt into the embrace of Mark and drifted off to sleep, you had a slight smile on your face as you heard an almost silent. “You’re so pretty.”

Responding with an even quieter, “You can’t even see me, but thank you. You’re even prettier.”

hihi everyone!!

i just wanted to give you guys the lineup for the next fics!! (ofc nothing is set and stone except for the requests so feel free to request smth!)

•doyoung request

•lavender sunflower (mafia jeongin)

•wonho request

•you're not too bad part 3 (jake x reader x sunghoon)

•church basement romances (mark lee)

•sugar, pollen, and sex in the air (florist jaemin x baker reader)

there isn't a specific time for any of these however, all of them have been started and the first two are in the last stages of writing so hopefully they're out soon!

the person who reported this fic makes me want to die.

I Wanna Be Yours

Pairing: Idol!Johnny Suh x Idol!Female Reader

other characters- Junko (member of Y/n’s group) x Kim Doyoung

Preview: The little puck sized lights illuminated Johnny’s face, you felt your ears slightly perk when he licked his bottom lip, and soon enough you had leaned forward and planted your lips onto the older male’s.

He gasped but still pulled you closer. Johnny let himself indulge in you before he remembered that after this, he’d have to face the consequences. Your overheated body quickly cooled down when Johnny pushed you away. It felt like someone had stabbed you in the heart and twisted the knife, twisted the knife until you were nothing. This man, whom you only met in real life a month ago already had you so captivated in his presence.

You weren’t experienced in kissing whatsoever, but you could’ve sworn that he had kissed back, even just for a little bit.

Word Count: 7.3k

Genre: Idol AU, Celebrity crushes to lovers (?) 

Warnings: Age gap (9 years, Johnny is 27, reader is 18), smut, fluff, slight angst, cursing/mature language, acts and mentions of drinking, reader is drunk at one point, reader and junko realize that they are sexualized, reader has ties to America (race isn’t specified and neither is original country), possessiveness, haechan has a crush on reader but almost everyone does, not 100% proofread, let me know if i missed anything

Smut Warnings: Loss of virginity, slight body worship (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), slight humiliation, praising, having to be kinda quiet, oral (f receiving), it is pretty mild, not much foreplay bc it’s kinda boring to write imo

a/n- if you’ve watched new girl, you might recognize a scene or at least the inspiration for it, let me know if you catch it! i binged watched new girl over the summer and when i finished it i had no idea what to do with my life afterwards. this has been brewing for a while and the smut scene took forever to start idk why. i hope you like it tho!!

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About Time

🌙 staring. Johnny & Haechan x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. He knows he’s being A: bad friend, B: perverse, and C: self destructive, but Haechan can’t shake the feelings he has for his roommate’s girlfriend. And he takes absolutely no responsibility for his actions. 

cw/ tw. noona kink, size kink, unprotected sex, deep penetration kink?, bdsm themes, slight dumbification, multiple sex scenes, slight exhibitionism, shower sex, oral (f/m recieveing),  vouyerism, so many pet names, switchy sub Haechan, soft dom Johnny, ‘baby boy’, pet names, choking, boob kink, deep throating, somnophilia themes, threesome, spit roasting, poly, etc…

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 12k

🍭 aus. regular/idol universe, ‘oops my boyfriend’s roommate is in love with me’ trope, poly themes.

☀️ mlist + an. I love JohnHyuck, that is all

Haechan’s eyes open to a dimly lit room. He normally sleeps angled towards Johnny’s bed, which usually isn’t that interesting… except that you’ve been staying over a lot lately.

The sleepy man doesn’t mind the intrusion in his space, especially since you’ve been dating Johnny for just over a year now. Other girls have come and gone through the lives of various members, but you’re a constant. And Haechan likes you. He enjoys having a female presence around.

You make the small sound again, the sound that woke Haechan in the first place, and he remembers that he’d woken annoyed. While you and Johnny have been dating for a while, you rarely sleep over. However, in the past two weeks, Haechan’s woken up to find you in snuggled against Johnny more often than not.

You usually face Haechan’s bed when you sleep, a pattern he’d only noticed last night, and he’s been obsessing over it at all hours ever since.

With this view, Haechan can see you’re still asleep. The whimper that had woken him had come from your sleeping form unconsciously, something that sends a tingle of delight running up his spine.

Any annoyance he’d felt at having been woken prematurely is gone as he stares at you. Haechan enjoys the fact that he gets to wake up to beauty nearly every morning now.

Behind you, Johnny shifts a little, adjusting his chin on top of your head and pulling you closer to his chest. Haechan watches with morbid delight as your lips part, letting out a soft sigh.

So that’s what it is. Your body is reacting to Johnny’s morning wood. Even in your sleep you’re so sensitive, Haechan realizes with wonder, as he buries his face more into his warm pillow. 

Johnny will wake up soon, and when he does, he’ll notice his problem and look over to see if Haechan is asleep. When he sees his roommate’s eyes closed, your boyfriend will enlist your help, whispering soothing words in your ear despite you worrying about waking Haechan, who will feel a tingle every time his name leaves your lips. And then, if Haechan is lucky, you’ll allow Johnny to pull you close and hide you away under the covers from any prying eyes, completely forgetting that Haechan has the ears of a fox, and the slyness of one too.

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Tired Eyes

Pairing: Roommate!Nakamoto Yuta x Roommate!Female Reader

Preview: You had “tired eyes” according to Yuta, no matter how much sleep you did or didn’t get the night before, your eyes always looked tired, and they will be the death of him. How they’re always glossed over and a bit droopy, he thinks they match your laidback but playful personality quite well. 

The first time he truly noticed your tired eyes was when you two were brushing your teeth at the same time during the first week of being roommates. You two made eye contact through the mirror and with a mixture of your tired eyes, mouthful of toothpaste, and slightly crooked smile, he felt his heart soar. 

Word Count: 5.7k

Genre: Slice of Life, Roommates to lovers, friends to lovers, non-Idol AU, College/University AU

Warnings: Fluff, feelings being avoided, mutual pining, fluff, a food fight (so some wasted food), smut, pet names, not 100% proofread

Smut Warnings: unprotected sex (reader is on birth control even though it’s not stated but still wrap it before you tap it), oral (m receiving), I don’t think there’s anything else but let me know if there is.

a/n- This was called Sunflower Vol. 6 at one point but I just changed the name, it still has some aspects of the song to it, but I didn’t really follow the plot. Stream Harry’s House if you haven’t already and if you have…stream it again. 

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Y(our) Song

Paring: Lee Seokmin x Gn!Reader

Word Count: like 1.7k idk...

Genre: Slice of Life, college AU, fluff

Warnings: i don't think any...like at all except fluff and seokmin is in love love! also not proofread lol

a/n- hihi! so this idea came to me and i had to write it immediately! but dw i'm still working on some requests and the mafia jeongin fic!! also big big thank you to @ofneos for helping me out with some polishing of the fic and talking with me while i added the finishing touches!!

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He liked you, a lot, and he didn’t even know you, or at least not really. He knew your voice and the personality you put on for whoever listened to you. You didn’t know who ‘whoever’ was, but Seokmin was easily the person on campus who listened to you the most.

Every night that you hosted the campus radio station, Seokmin was always there to tune in and listen to the songs you played and the commentary you made before and after each one played. Your late podcast like music sessions made him feel a little less lonely when he was alone in his dorm at night, which was every night. Your voice filled his chest with a warmth and placed a smile on his face while he typed away at his computer, completing assignments that he held off so he could do them while you spoke.

Seokmin was listening to your calm, soothing voice like always when you said something that caused his fingers that were rapidly typing to come to a stop instantly.

The song had just come to an end when you said, “Alright, this one’s for all the other students who are night owls like me and tune in all the time. Whoever is the first down to the studio and finds the vinyl that holds my favorite song, which I played for you last week, somewhere in the many shelves that hold various records, will win two free tickets to any upcoming concert of your choice.” The instrumental intro of the next song started playing as you finished speaking. “Head over now for that chance to win before you’re out of time, in the meantime, here is Out of Time by The Weeknd”. As your voice was replaced by Abel’s, Seokmin saved the google doc that he was working on and sprinted out of his dorm.

He passed the studio every time he went to his psychology class, so he knew exactly where he was running to. It was about half a mile away from his dorm but the excuse to see and talk to you overcame the sleepiness that fogged his brain.

However, there was several things going through his brain at this time. The main ones were what he was going to say to you, where the radio station was, and what your favorite song was, which was Right Down the Line by Gerry Rafferty, but what wasn’t on his mind at this time, was his speeding footwork.

Before Seokmin knew it, he had tripped on an elevated sidewalk crack and was falling to the ground. His knees and palms luckily took the majority of the impact of his fall. He knew the little stones embedded into his hands would hurt later, but the overwhelming urge to meet you overpowered the pain. Getting up and wiping his palms off on his grey sweats, he started running again.

The streets were empty, absolutely silent except for his heavy breathing. He picked up his pace at the thought of someone else using his fall as an advantage to get ahead of him. Besides the quiet streets, if the streetlights weren’t there, it would also be completely dark. The shops and cafés mixed in within the dorms, classrooms and lecture halls were of course closed as it was 2:52 in the morning, but he saw the one light ahead in the distance, the one he was looking for, the radio station’s light.

He smiled as he didn’t see a group of people crowded outside the corner building, and his smile grew as he saw not a single soul inside the building once he stepped inside. But the feeling of someone beating him there nagged at his spirit. Seokmin was forced to step away from his radio in order to run there, so if someone did happen to beat him there, he wouldn’t have heard your announcement. He was there within five minutes, so he was praying there wasn’t someone right down to street who got there first.

Seokmin didn’t give up though and headed to the vinyl section, you didn’t say CD, you said vinyl and after listening to Right Down the Line several times after you stated it was your favorite, he knew the artist, genre, tone, how it was arranged, everything. Gerry Rafferty is listed as rock, pop rock, folk rock, soft rock, blues rock, and of course, classic rock. Seokmin wasn’t sure which genre you’d have it listed under, but as some of the other radio hosts weren’t as deep into genres as you were, he headed to the classic rock area and went to the 70s section to find City to City, the album it was on.

The albums were in very specific year order, so he grabbed the 1978 handful and looked through them. Chills ran through him as he saw the album art, surely if someone had found it first, you wouldn’t have had time to put it back just yet.

Putting the rest of the albums back in the exact order he found them in, with the exception of the album he clutched to his chest, he walked back to the main area and stood by the booth surrounded by glass that you sat in. He saw you talking into your mic with the words “ON AIR” flashing above the door.

You must’ve sensed his presence despite his silence as you looked over your shoulder with a bright smile and waved at him before holding up one finger to signify you needed a moment. He shot you a shy smile and nodded. You looked back at him and pointed at the album. He held it up, showing you the front before turning it around and pointing at the name of your favorite song. Your smile grew and you gave him two thumbs up. Seokmin’s heart sped up at the thought of making you happy.

His heart was already beating fast from the adrenaline that was coursing through his veins, but you were also much prettier than he had already thought you were. Your photo on the station’s website was the same photo that was on your school ID but the photos that were held in link to your Instagram also didn’t do you justice.

While Seokmin waited for you, he looked down at his hands, careful not to get any blood on what you called a masterpiece. His feet hurt a bit from running in his slides, causing him to constantly switch which foot he was putting most of his weight on. He knew he looked awkward but lucky for him, your back was to him.

“Alright everyone, the contest is over as we have our winner. I’m going to step away for a bit, but don’t worry everyone, I have plenty of late-night jams queued up for all of you. Enjoy!” Seokmin heard your voice throughout the speakers in the station and braced himself for the conversation he was about to have with you.

The booth’s door opened and out stepped you. Your eyes held evident drowsiness, but he could understand as to why, but your voice and spirit was still bright.

“Hi! Well, you won my little competition, I’m impressed that you remembered the song! I’m Y/n by the way.” You stuck out your hand only to be met with Seokmin holding up his scraped hand. “I would shake your hand, but I tripped. I’m Seokmin though.” Heat covered his face as he giggled at himself.

“Aw, I’m sorry! But at least you won, right? About that, what concert are you wanting to go to?” The red on his face spread everywhere visible as he let the words slip out before he could give it a second though. “I actually only came here since it gave me an excuse to meet you.” He looked down at the vinyl in his hand and traced the colorful outline of Gerry Rafferty with his fingernail.

“Oh! Me?” Your words don’t hold any type of mockery, you don’t make him feel embarrassed whatsoever. “No one has ever wanted to meet me, I’m really flattered.” You laughed but it was humble and genuine, full of surprise, but your voice drug on. “But you met me, and it’s been 30 minutes since the contest started and no one else showed up…so do you want those tickets? Any concert you want!”

Seokmin could hear the awkwardness in your voice, unsure about what to do at this point. The confusion was also evident as no one has stuck around this long during a radio involved thing just to talk to you.

“Um, yeah, yeah sure. Do you have any suggestions? Gerry Rafferty maybe?” He looked at you with doe eyes, the concert tickets were the last thing on his mind while you, you were the first.

Looking at him with softness in your eyes, you shook your head lightly and giggled. “Gerry Rafferty died in 2011, but if he was still alive, I would have definitely suggested him. I like Greta Van Fleet a lot and I’ve played them on the station, how about them?”

You looked on your phone for tour dates of theirs while waiting for Seokmin to answer. He laughed and looked around, seeing that he was truly the only person that tried to show up.

“I guess what I’m trying to say, is I don’t care about who I see, I was just wondering if you’d like to go with me to any concert.” Seokmin was cute, that was obvious, and his demeanor showed nothing but kindness and a gentle aura.

“I mean, yeah sure! You can still pick the concert and I’ll get us those tickets!” Seokmin’s smile grew even more, and he bounced a bit on his toes. “Greta Van Fleet is fine with me.” He couldn’t remember the song of theirs that you played but all he cared about was the fact that you liked them.

He couldn't remember how their songs went, or the names of whoever is in Greta Van Fleet, but it all doesn't matter to him. The only thing on his mind is this chance to make you his.