Daisy (l.sm)

Daisy (l.sm)

genre: heart sickening fluff

pairing: DK (lee seokmin) x reader

series: Song Fic Series! - Pretty U

word count: 1.6k

summary: seokmin builds up courage to ask you something 

author’s notes: are posted separately!! take a look if you’re feeling bored LOL

MASTERLIST

He smiled brighter than the sun and he gave you all that you wanted. Seokmin was the living sun in your life and you couldn’t ask for more. And when he sang- you can feel your heart explode. He made you feel full, your heart swelling in the love that he gave you and the radiating smiles from him were more than enough for you to last a lifetime.

You took my heart and attracted my eyes… I want to show you myself without hiding anything

Running through the rain with him or tackling him into a cuddle, laughter can only be heard from the two of you. Giggles and bright smiles shining from the both of you, breathless kisses being shared until broken by fits of laughter.

Seokmin sometimes felt the need to run down the streets and declare his love for you to let the whole neighborhood know how much love his heart felt for you. His tears no longer had to be hidden from the world, his fears and secrets were now told to you as yours told to him. You trusted each other and came to learn and love each other’s quirks and ticks. You were there for each other and loved each other fully.

I want to pick and gather all the pretty words for you

Breathless kisses, flowery smiles, and heart sickening gazes to each other, the boys hated every second the two of you were together but were overjoyed to their friend to find and receive the sunshine that he always gave to others.

It’s breathtaking to see how much the two of you loved each other. Shared laughter, nose kisses, his sharp nose poking your eye, there was so much to say, too many words to describe your relationship.

I can’t take it no more; I’ve got something to say,

Now Seokmin was aware that the two of you have been dating for years now. The two of you knew each other like the back of your hands, but a question had lingered in his mind since the day you moved in with him.

Seokmin looked over to your beautiful figure who was simply watering the happy house plants the two of you kept inside the apartment together. He smiled brightly; Seokmin was absolutely smitten for you.

You felt his eyes on your back and you smiled gleefully before shooting him a closed eye grin at him before giggling. Serotonin was flowing throughout your body as you waddled over to where Seokmin was sitting after giving the last plant some water for the day. Placing down the mini watering can, you snuggled up to your boyfriend resting your head on his chest a wide smile blooming on both of your faces as you looked up at him. Seokmin leaned down and softly touched noses with you, soft giggles erupting from your chests at the contact.

Seokmin looked at you with heart eyes, admiring how your eyes sparkled at that moment, soaking up the energy and happiness radiating from you. He raised his hand to smoothen out the stray hairs, to which you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes to enjoy the moment the two of you were sharing. Seokmin planted a warm kiss on your forehead, before squeezing you closer to him. His question to you grew louder inside his head.

I can’t take it no more; right now, I’m gonna try

Seokmin’s chest tightened while he was walking down the city streets with you, hand in hand. His eyes lingering on a certain jewelry store as the two of you window shopped. You bathed in the Seoul sunlight, Seokmin watching you lovingly for seeing the happiness and good in everything and everyone.

While trying on hats with him and taking silly photos in the department mirrors, he couldn’t help but to cradle your face in his hands. Seokmin softly squished your cheeks together, a scrunched smile making its way onto your face causing the both of you to giggle. The two of you recreated the scene with both your phones in hand, your matching phone wallpapers came to be.

The two of you still went on dates like this even after years of being in a relationship together. Dates to the arcade or just a walk in the park was enough for the two of you. You made each other happy no matter what, each day bringing a new and precious memory to remember.

Seokmin turned to you who was gazing into the sunset, the two of you seated on a bench in the park. He was enraptured in your beauty, a taut blush forming on his face when he thought to himself that he would live to do this with you forever. His grip on your hand was firm when his question pounded in his head once more.

I can’t take it no more; I was about to write a letter

Seokmin sat silently at your dining table, a piece of paper and an open pen taunting him. The written ink on the paper stared back at him while he read over the words his heart spilled out. He felt his face heat up when reading over the question that he’d been wanting to ask you for a while now. The words teased him, Seokmin felt like a coward. Why couldn’t he just tell you already?

The door to the apartment opened, Seokmin scrambling to hide the paper as quick as possible. You sluggishly walked inside, your work bag in hand and a tired expression morphing into a smile at the sight of Seokmin and a meal waiting for you next to him. You gave Seokmin a greeting peck before hurrying your way to wash up, excited for the meal on the table.

Seokmin exhaled the breath he was holding and slowly took out the now crumpled paper out of his cardigan’s sleeve. A sigh escaped from him once he saw the fresh ink ruin the rest of the words on the page. Seokmin didn’t want to present the messy letter to you, he wanted it to be perfect just as the way he saw you. Seokmin shoved the destroyed letter into his pocket and waited patiently for you to join him at the table.

His question will have to wait for now.

I can’t take it no more; I can’t stand it

Seokmin found himself staring at you one night, the way how even in the night you were still so beautiful to him. He felt his heart swell in the love he held for you as he pulled your sleeping self closer to him. He stroked your hair, a soothing reagent which Seokmin grew to love doing to you. A smile appearing on his face when you snuggled deeper into his chest after the action.

Seokmin couldn’t believe he was able to find someone like you in a life like his. The both of you worked so hard to get where you were and above it all, you still loved each other with the same heart from when you started dating. Seokmin felt loved by you, his light, that he found himself holding back tears. He felt his chest tighten for the nth time that night, his question was at the tip of his tongue, but he bit it, not wanting to disturb the peace of the night.

Beautiful words like the lines in a movie

Seokmin smiled a bright smile at you as the two of you danced barefoot to the ballads of your time that were playing on your Bluetooth radio. He spun you around slowly, your clumsy feet not used to dancing with a partner. But even if you were to stumble, Seokmin was sure to catch you not caring how many times you softly stepped on his toes. The two of you laughed and waltzed all night in your apartment.

The words I’ve prepared overnight for days

Seokmin tucked a single daisy behind your ear before pulling you down to lay with him on the spread blanket. He cracked jokes at the different cloud shapes he spotted, enjoying how your laugh tickled his ears. The daisy flower crown you made for him sat on his head, Seokmin who sat in awe while your nimble fingers created it, wore it proudly with a smile on his face. The two of you continued to cloud watch and bathe in the sunlight of another beautiful day you spent together.

I want to say them to you tomorrow with my clenched fists

Seokmin leaned against your chest while sitting in between your legs with his arms around your torso. He listened to your steady heartbeat and relaxed to your touch as you stroked his hair, trying to help him fall asleep. Seokmin’s breathing leveled and his inner peace was restored, his racing thoughts were no longer running, and his heartrate slowed to match yours. His ears perked up to listen to you hum one of the ballads that the two of you danced to a few nights before, one that quickly became your shared favorite. Seokmin felt at peace with you, the courage needed to ask his question was filled.

You are pretty.

Seokmin stood in front of you in the park the two of you watched the sunset in and handed you your last 13th daisy, the other twelve handed out by his friends who helped him with his plan.

And with one shaky breath and you nearly in tears, he dropped down to his knee and revealed a hidden ring to you, finally asking you the question he’s been thinking about the whole time. 

“Will you marry me?”

i cannot stress this enough!! please!! take!! breaks!! your mental health is important to us readers as well >:00

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT

Flower (c.sc)

genre: HARD ANGST

pairing: S.Coups (Choi Seungcheol) x reader

series: Song Fic Series! - If I

word count: 2.3k

WARNINGS: major character death, mentions of blood, hospitalization, and disease.

summary: regret and mourning

author’s notes: are posted separately!! take a look if you’re feeling bored LOL

MASTERLIST

If the word I said countlessly came true

Seungcheol tirelessly dragged his feet up the hospital stairs, quietly telling himself to stay strong for one more day before entering your hospital room. There wasn't much to the room you stayed in, it was just as bleak as the others in the building. Yours though had a vase full of vibrant flowers adorning the table beside the guest chair.

A bright smile graced your features at the sight of him. You were sitting upright to get a good look at the view outside of your hospital window before he walked in. Bright rays of sunlight leaked into your room, bathing you in the sun's warm hug. Your sketchbook lay open on the overbed table, two small aster flowers sitting on the page of a finished sketch of the plant.

Seungcheol gifted you a chaste kiss before placing his belongings next to the vase of flowers and pulled the guest chair to your bed, ready to talk to you about his day. Speckled scars from your IV needle graced the top of your hand, Seungcheol being cautious when taking your hand in his. The shared smiles and faint giggles in this bleak room were more than enough for him; even the quiet conversations and comforting silences were perfect to him, just as long as he was with you.

Seungcheol wanted to pretend that everything was normal. He wanted you to feel normal and happy despite the sudden relapse of your childhood disease. He wanted to pretend that your skin wasn’t losing its color each day that you remained in the hospital or that you weren’t dying and that any day could be your last. He clung to you, childishly, wanting to spend every minute with you.

If I, if I, if I

The to-do list, because I couldn’t do it, its meaning is completely changed

Seungcheol still had his share of responsibilities despite his wishes to stay by your side 24/7. He still had college and a job to pay rent, which he became disinterested in both. A growing number of absences began appearing on Seungcheol’s school record; the frequent warnings from his boss no longer bothered him. He could no longer concentrate on anything other than you, and his life was being affected by it.

Seungcheol would often reminisce about the memories with you outside of the hospital when your paling skin was still its vibrant color and your smile wider and brighter than it is now. Memories where you would drag him to different places that he had never seen or noticed before or experience something new and fun. Seungcheol smiled to himself, remembering how eager and wide-eyed you were to see the world even before the two of you started dating. He was able to experience and come to understand your perspective as an artist. And he admired you for it, your ability to see beauty in everything, even in him.

And within that month where Seungcheol finally managed to ask you out and become his significant other, he was able to experience pure love and adoration from you. It is because of this love he refuses to accept the reality coming between your relationship with him.

There was still so much that he wanted to do and see with you; the different dates and days that he could only envision with you in it would only remain in his imagination. Everything that he had planned out would remain undone ever since you were admitted to the hospital.

Seungcheol’s to-do list no longer consisted of different escapades with you, but only to see you smile every day.

If I, if I, if I

I didn’t want to calculate the widened angle between us

You knew you didn’t have much time left; the doctors informing you that your time is limited, the disease spreading through your body too fast to cure. Your sickness weakened your body each day; it was growing harder to wake up from the worsening fatigue. It was something that you didn't want to think about or bring up when you were with Seungcheol, despite him being aware of what was to come.

You could tell that your worsening health was taking a toll on him. You were aware that he was ditching classes and that his job position was being threatened. You knew that he wanted to spend all of his time with you and that you did too. You loved him with all that you had to give; he became your everything without realizing it.

You often cried about the thought of dying and leaving everything behind, usually when Seungcheol left for his night shift or those rare times that he was in school (after scolding him). There were times that you despised yourself for causing so much pain to the person you have grown to love. There were nights where you cried, wishing that you were never diagnosed with this cursed disease, that you had a life with no more medication and pain, to repay Seungcheol for all that he has done while you were, hospitalized. You hated being so weak in front of him, sometimes pushing him away even though you wanted him to stay with you. You cried in fear when he was not there with you, selfish tears falling during the night at the thought of him finding someone else to love apart from you.

As the number of days you spent in the hospital rose, the weaker your body became; the pain in your chest from heartbreak and disease became more evident as breathing became difficult day by day.

With a sudden urge to draw you focused your strength into grabbing the pencil laying on the crease of your sketchbook. Everyday actions had grown increasingly difficult with your weakening strength. The pencil felt heavy in your hand, like carrying bricks, and you brought your other to help stabilize your shaking hand. A quiet sob escaping your lips from frustration and anger as the line on the paper scribbled into nothing. The silent clinking of your pencil hitting the ground didn’t make it to your ears as hot tears fell down your face. Your hands fell to your sides, weak and tired from something so simple. A sudden pain struck your chest making your body lurch forward. A violent array of coughs erupted from you; small droplets of blood mixed with your saliva stained the blank pages of the sketchbook. With blurry vision, you continued to fight for air, the quickening noises of the heart monitor dulling into a loud ringing in your ears as fuzzy images of nurses rushed into the room.

Your eyes shifted to the corner of the room where a vase of wilting flowers sat. Its petals splayed on the guest table, brown and limp, some falling like the confetti for their funeral.

If I-

Seungcheol was looking at the bright colors of the flowers behind the shop's window on his way to you. The colors reminded him of you in a way; the flower’s vibrant petals livened up the dreary afternoon he was experiencing.  

It wasn’t the first time he had been in the shop; Seungcheol had been getting flowers for you here since you hospitalized that the employees at the store began to recognize him whenever he came by. Seungcheol purchased a bouquet of chrysanthemums, as recommended by the florist who told him that it symbolized joy and long life, before heading to the hospital to do his daily visit.

The sky was filled with dark clouds, hiding the sun when Seungcheol made it to the hospital entrance. There was a bad feeling in his stomach and the weather was not helping with his growing anxiety. His grip on the flowers tightened as he hurried his way up to the floor your room was on.

Seungcheol felt his stomach drop at the sight of nurses rushing in and out of your room. He slowly staggered to your open door, pushing through some of the nurses crowding the area to get to you.

Visions and images of you came flooding into his mind as he inched closer to the door, his mind imagined your smiling face, smiling for him and him alone, and you that would jump into his arms and press kisses on his face telling him that you had healed. He imagined walking with you, hand in hand, out of this grim place and taking you to the beaches of Jeju, dancing on the shoreline. And he imagined saying his vows to you, dressed up so prettily with his friends and family around the two of you, and seeing his ring sit on your finger forever.

Seungcheol stopped breathing at the sight of your limp hand dangling on the edge of your bed.

Nurses pushed him out of the way in a rush to save you as he stood there, the chaos in the hall filtered out by the loud ringing of the flat line on your heart monitor. The ringing didn’t stop.

I’m late but even now, my eyes and mouth are full of you; A day passes and the regret is too deep- I’m drowning in it

Jihoon had been the one to take Seungcheol out of the hospital. He received a call earlier from the hospital, Jihoon's number being listed under Seungcheol’s emergency contact papers after your name, telling him to remove Seungcheol from the waiting room.

Jihoon quickly grabbed Seungcheol's prepped overnight bag and brought him to his apartment complex. The tight-lipped man didn’t want his friend to be by himself, so he welcomed Seungcheol to stay with him until he was stable enough to be on his own.

Seungcheol felt himself drifting. His head and heart felt empty as if he were floating in space, drifting aimlessly forever without anywhere to go.

Nothing felt real to him anymore; he would often think that he was stuck in the void that your passing had created in his head.

There were times where he would close the world out, where everything would turn black. And suddenly, you would appear, your skin returned to its glowing and natural color, your smile would be shining as it always did whenever he saw you, and your hand would take him, so warm and alive, pulling him into the embrace that he craved and begged so much to have one last time.

His eyes filled to the brim with tears for you, soft broken whimpers of your name escaping his mouth during the night that Jihoon would hear through the thin bedroom walls of the guest room while working. Jihoon could only hang his head in shame, praying for his friend to find peace with your passing.

Seungcheol felt like he was drowning, regret building inside of him. His hopes and dreams that he wished to fulfill with you suffocated him.

If I could have given you the proper support…

If I could have given you that last kiss…

If I could have given you that last ‘I love you’…

If I could still have time.

I’ll do whatever to love you again.

~

Where you going, where are you going

Why do I feel my grip loosening

My fist holding onto the edge of your clothes

Why am I losing strength

Our path, our promise to be together

Is already thwarted and you walk away

Turning your back on me

 It reduces to a single dot

It’s too empty outside of that interest

I hope that that dot

Comes back before me and turns into you

 If I could

If I could

If I could

I’ll do whatever

…

Seungcheol stands in front of your grave years after your death, a fresh aster flower in his hand as he reminisces on the memories the two of you shared in your younger years. These memories that could only bring him sadness in the past made him smile, time allowing his wound of you to heal in his heart. The thoughts of "what could have been" were able to fade with time as well.

Sometimes though, a few tears would escape. Seungcheol let out a sniffle, a dopey smile gracing his features as he apologized to you. He gently placed the flower on your headstone, his fingers tracing the grooves of your carved name on the stone as he did every time he visited you. He let his hand linger just a bit longer on your grave as he longed silently, hoping his prayers get to you. A ring of love adorned his ring finger as the rays of the sun bounced off the metal. Seungcheol’s face now with visible signs of age, smiled once more at your grave, whispering the words he wished he could have said to you before your passing,

 “I’ll love you forever my flower.”

 If we can walk this path together again

I want to hold your hands and give you warmth

If I hold your cheeks with warmed hands

Will you smile again for me?

Then let’s do.

 If I

To Feel Love (l.jh)

genre: angsty + fluffy ending 

pairing: yn x lee jihoon

series: Song Fic Series! - Hug

word count: 1.2k

summary: he's stressed please hold him 

author’s note: i write author notes on separate posts LOL check them out if you’re curious (or REALLY bored) uwu

MASTERLIST

The sound of a soft knock outside Jihoon’s studio was ignored by the young man sitting at the desk inside. An unfinished melody had been sitting untouched for nearly an hour now, Jihoon’s mind racing searching and processing what could make the song unique and better from the last. The palms of his hands were pressed against his eyes and the tips of his fingers were massaging his throbbing head in an attempt to spark a new idea.

He was stressed and tired, anyone could see it. He’s just too stubborn to admit it.

The studio door creaked open, Jihoon quickly wiped his tears of frustration and fixed his hair under his cap with a quick sniffle. His eyes were fixated onto the computer screen again, he could feel his headache returning by the sight of the incomplete phrase in the music.

You quietly entered the room, the familiar purple hue illuminating the studio was a drastic difference from the bright lights in the hallway to the studio.

Hoshi had called you a few hours prior to your arrival to the studio building, asking you to get Jihoon out of the studio after camping there for the past few days. Jihoon refused to listen to the members’ concerns and continued to slink into the studio to try to get some work done. The members would bring food up to him knowing fully well that he’ll be too immersed in his music to bother taking care of himself.

It was the fourth day he had locked himself inside the studio when Hoshi called.

“Ji?”

You placed your bag on the table next to the couch before making your way over to Jihoon. He refused to face you and continued to click on some of the pages on the screen. It wasn’t until you carefully removed his headphones from his ears that he paused from his actions. Placing the pair on the table, you grabbed his hands and pulled him up from his seat.

Jihoon had felt so weak in your presence. He couldn’t find the heart to look at you, fully knowing that he had gone too far in his work if you had to come drag him out from the studio. There was a small pit of shame and guilt that he had made both you and the members worry about him. He cursed himself for not finishing up faster; for not being able to create this song quickly so there would be no need for you to drag him outside. So he could confidently come back to you on his own knowing that there was a perfect song to be used in the upcoming album.

So Jihoon stood there, unable to look at you, who was so desperately trying to search for the eyes you loved so much.

You knew he was stressed, and you knew how much creating music meant to him. But he was in a slump and you knew that it was in his nature that he would force himself to stay in the studio until something unique dawned on him. It’s during those times where you would worry about him the most despite his usual stubborn demeanor that would insist that he was okay. He’s independent and he doesn’t want to burden anyone with the problems and stress that he has to deal with as a producer.

You placed your hand on his cheek and rubbed the soft skin, watching him lean into your touch. There was a wave of sadness that rushed into you when he did this. He doesn’t deserve this stress; he needs to rest.

You quickly engulfed him into a tight hug, your arms tightly wound around him hoping that you could take away all the pain and stress he’s holding inside. Jihoon’s head limply rested on your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your torso, bringing you closer to him. Your feelings of longing for him and the warmth of your care seeped into the hug as you clung onto him. Jihoon could feel your emotions and felt your grip tighten on him whenever it seemed like his grip was loosening on you.

You didn’t want to let go. You didn’t want him to submit to the stress and push you away again.

Jihoon finally relaxed in your hug and the two of you slowly sunk onto the floor, still holding each other as he shifted you to sit in-between his legs. Jihoon leaned against the couch as the two of you sit each other’s arms, together and in a more relaxed state.

You look up at him and he finally met your eyes. You could see that they were puffy from crying earlier and his eyebags were more prominent compared to the last time you had seen him. Your eyebrows creased and tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

He didn’t deserve this stress. You wanted him to rest.

You closed your eyes and pulled his head towards yours, foreheads pressing against each other in a final attempt to take away his stress.

Jihoon’s heart clenched at this action. He felt all the stress and pressure release as tears began falling down his face. You rest your hands on his cheeks to wipe away the tears, his forehead now pressing on yours, tired from the deadlines, the frustration, and the stress that he had been hiding away for the past few days.

A few tears slipped from your eyes as well. Your boy didn’t deserve all this pressure and stress. You felt horrible that he was feeling this way, and you understood how difficult and burdening it is to hide these feelings from the people that care about you the most. It pained you to see Jihoon like this; he was someone who rarely showed weakness to others. But despite having such a hard exterior, you were able to see that he’s a soft person at heart. He cares. He has feelings too.

The two of you held each other while each of you cried and once the tears ceased, your foreheads pressed onto each other’s again. Jihoon felt your nose playfully bump his which sprouted a small giggle from you and a grin from him. The two of you basked in each other’s presence, deep intakes of air and giggles escaped the both of you as small eskimo kisses were exchanged.

Jihoon felt so loved by you. Your presence eases him, and it was really proven today after this event. He felt so safe with you with him and your hugs were so warm and caring. He knows that you understand that he was having a hard time, despite there being little to no words shared. Jihoon tightened his grip on your torso as you lay on his chest listening to his heartbeat.

He was overjoyed by you. He was… happy. He couldn’t believe that someone had the ability to make him feel this kind of way.

He felt loved.

And he wanted to do everything in his power to make sure you felt loved too.

And once he returned back to the studio with a clear head, he was able to compose a song for both you and carats in need of comfort.

To me, you are very precious

You can tell me today was tough

I am here, you suffered a lot

I love you

I will hug you

H M M M SHOULD I MAKE SONG FICS FROM SVT’S SONGS (bc i unintentionally created my To Feel Love fic to become associated with the Vocal Unit’s song Hug and now i’m thinking hmmmmmmmm

and maybe i can take some requests for those fics with the svt members (or maybe create one for each) 😳 i’m going ballsy today

and maybe i can also just take in requests bc i wanna interact and improve my work 🥺🥺

♡ fluff | ✩ angst | ♪ personal favorite

Song Fic Series

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♡ My Dawn | sfs

✩ Flower | sfs (currently down for editing)

Jeonghan (y.jh)

♡ Red | blurb

Joshua (h.js)

♡ Falling | blurb

Hoshi (k.sy) 

♡ ✩ Proud | oneshot 

Wonwoo (j.ww)

♡  Letters to You | sfs

Woozi (l.jh)

♡ ✩ ♪ To Feel Love | sfs

DK (l.sm)

♡ Daisy | sfs

Seungkwan (b.sk)

♡ Didn’t Stand a Chance | blurb

Vernon (h.vc)

♡ Korean Traditional Mungbean Pancake | oneshot