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Wished We Never Met
Seungmin x Reader (fem.) Genre: First Love-Second Chance Romance au!, Friends-to-Lovers, Angst, unrequited love, hint of Fluff Warnings: mentions of drinking, cursing, death by accident, cursing, somewhat proofread WC: 4.8k A/N: Found the draft to this old fic of mine, I loved writing it then so had to rewrite now for old times’ sake.😔 (sorry jeongin agsgsgs) Feedback, Reblogs, Likes are greatly appreciated! Happy reading! ── MASTERLIST
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The reception hall glimmered under the fancy chandelier lights, the thrum of soft music creating a comfortable, yet exciting atmosphere. One by one, elegantly dressed friends and family took to the floor, their heartfelt speeches making everyone shed tears. Celebrating the union of the two lovers.
Yet amidst the joy, the bride’s best friend sat in a daze. His teeth gnawed at the inside of his cheek, leg trembling slightly. From the nerves. From the whirlwind of emotions that he had mastered to hide.
All he wanted was to escape, to flee this beautiful venue and not look back at the bright lights and romantic ambiance that suddenly felt suffocating.
But he couldn’t. Not when his best friend cast that soft, knowing gaze in his direction, her eyes glistening as she listened to her mother’s speech, well wishes that made her eyes prick with happy tears she quickly brushed away.
And so, all he could do was stare.
He hated the way she smiles. The way her mouth parts into that toothy grin, lips curving, cheeks rising. Her eyes crinkling, sparkling with joy. He hated the sound of her laughter, its vibrations just enough to tug at anyone’s heartstrings.
His heartstrings.
Again. Her twinkling gaze was something he hated, the way her eyes always lightened up when she looked at the man she met two years ago at some book signing.
The man that she claimed was the love of her life.
He hated it. He hated him. But he wished he was him.
“—Seungmin.”
The way she whispered his name, her fingers grazing his hand as if it meant nothing to her but everything to him, was what he hated the most. Making his heart race with loud beats he was sure she would hear if it was quiet enough. The thrumming in his chest, the hot sensation that surged through his entire body, from just her gentle stare he swore he hated, was enough for him to push away all those negative thoughts.
“Good luck, I love you.”
Those words lose their magic when he has to stand before a crowd she had invited. When he had to express all the wonderful things he could say about her and her new husband.
He looked at her, at her groom. And the lies came out all too easily, a facade of smiles, a mask of happiness.
Because he could never bring himself to say “I wish we never met.”
“I wish we weren’t friends."
“I wish…she would have chosen me.”
Those words stay lodged in his throat, heavy and suffocating, too painful to voice aloud for everyone to hear.
For her to hear.
Instead, his hand gestured toward the couple, and words he didn’t truly want to say flowed out with surprising ease.
“—Jeongin, you’re a lucky man, I hope you make my best friend the happiest woman in the world. I wish you both a wonderful life together.”
Her new husband was a lucky man.
That part was true.
He must have done something grand in a previous life to live the one Seungmin longed for now. To sit next to his her. To marry the girl who he wished he had never met.
Y/N. His best friend.
The forced smile persisted, placing down the mic that he didn’t realized he had gripped a little too tightly while he spoke. The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, a wave of joy that felt distant to the bride’s best friend.
The newlyweds shared a kiss, and Seungmin had to look away.
They say that when you love someone, their happiness should be enough for you.
But the best friend wondered if that was true. He couldn’t grasp the idea. How could he find joy when she wasn’t truly his?
It was things only a fool would come up with. To make themselves feel better for losing out on the girl.
Yet, it was at that moment that Seungmin realized he was a fool. That he shouldn’t stay.
He couldn’t stay.
A fool, who couldn’t watch her live her life as someone else’s lover, someone else’s wife, while he withered away at the sidelines. It would be cruel.
He would rather die.
He wished he never met her.
The years apart from her were just as painful as the years spent pining at her side. Sometimes, they would feel even worse.
When he would come home after an exhausting day at work, pulling away at his tie. He’d stare at the silence, at the emptiness of his flat, and think about Y/N.
Wonder what she was doing, how she had been. If she was happy.
He’d listen back to her voicemails, her cheery tone always carried loud in the air of his lonely apartment.
Her once best friend often thought back to their college days, to the moment they first met, he wishes it could all be undone.
He kept trying to remind himself how much he should hate her. Yet, as he stared at the ceiling late at night, he couldn’t think of anything but her stupid smile, her loud laugh, and her piercing gaze that drove him mad.
He wished he never met her.
Almost four years after he hugged her goodbye at the airport, shifting across the world for a job he didn’t particularly care for, but chased in desperation to get away, Seungmin saw her again.
He had promised to stay in touch. When she had cried in his arms before he left, saying goodbye to her best friend.
He promised to keep in touch, hop on video call, send emails. Anything that allowed them to hear each other’s voices, stay in each other’s lives.
But he didn’t, because he wished he never met her. Because he was too busy pulling away.
Four years later, when he spotted her in front of some flower shop, his first instinct was to run. Yet, his legs betrayed his thoughts, leaving him frozen in place.
His eyes drank in the sight of her. The fluttering feeling that he still suffered from intensified at just that mere glimpse of her. And even though there were clear changes from the time spent apart, Seungmin recognized her instantly, his eyes drawn.
There was no sign of her lucky man, just her.
It felt like time had frozen. Like they stood there forever. Y/N, lost in the flowers while he watched his own blossom, her.
He fought his thoughts. The ones that reminded him that he hates her, he should be hating her.
But her hand gripped his arm, pulling him from his thoughts, immediately back to this moment where she stared at him with wide eyes.
Shocked. Surprised.
He couldn’t stop himself from inhaling sharply. His heart beating erratically at her stunned form in front of him, so close. He hadn’t noticed her walk over, and now his mind was in a whirlwind, leaving him speechless.
“S-Seungmin!?” Her surprised voice and the beautiful smile that her lips morphed into, warms him.
Pathetically.
And before he could think, before he could respond with words, she pulled him into an embrace. Her arms, tight around his frigid figure.
Time seemed to have stopped once again, but he could feel the slight tremble of her body against him, hands gripping his coat.
She was crying. And his chest felt heavy.
“I missed you.” She whispered.
He missed her too. But the words refused to come out.
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The once best friends had met almost a decade ago.
Innocent freshmen in college, unsure of what was to come next.
The memory of it all was vivid, something Seungmin wished to forget but knew he never could. The image of her imprinted in his mind.
Y/N wore that bright red oversized hoodie Seungmin had stolen sometime after, still tucked away in the back of his wardrobe. Her clearly lost figure stood in the middle of the hall, attempting to take a step to the right, or maybe she should have gone left.
There was a printed schedule in hand, crumpled, perhaps from fishing it out of her pockets, from the frenzy she seemed to be in.
And those deer-in-headlights eyes that Seungmin couldn’t forget, ever.
Wide when he asked if she needed help. Eyes blinking rapidly before she slowly nodded.
They found themselves walking into the same lecture hall, sitting right next to each other, sharing awkward smiles. She had sighed in relief. Turning to face him with a grin he would find himself attempting to hate in the near future.
“I thought I’d never find this class, thank you—”
Y/N looked at him expectantly, yet even before he could respond with his name, her eyes flickered down to read his notebook, her eyes twinkled.
“Thank you Seungmin!” She beamed.
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Seeing her now felt like the first time all over again.
Except everything about it was different.
Her hair was styled in another way, her makeup style felt foreign. She had a slimmer frame, and a grey coat that wrapped her, nothing near the vibrant red hoodie.
“So, how have you been?” Y/N asked, looking up from her coffee.
Her voice was softer, calmer. A clear difference from what he remembered last. She’s changed.
He wished she hadn’t.
“Nothing much, just busy.” Seungmin replied, finally finding his voice.
His lips forced a smile he had perfected. Attempting to play it cool.
But an expression he couldn’t quite decipher crossed her face, yet her own soft smile still lingered.
“You’ve gotten so busy you’ve forgotten me, huh?” Her words were slightly playful, slightly something else.
But still, they cut deep. A pierce in his heart he couldn’t mask, his mouth parting yet void of any sound, ultimately at a loss for words.
How does he tell her the reason? The real truth?
How can he admit he’s stayed away because he hates her, because he wished he never met her?
Instead, he lied, his perfected facade of happiness etched across his face.
“You have Jeongin! You wouldn’t have felt my absence anyways.” He laughed, but Y/N didn't.
Her smile faded and he found his falling as well.
“Jeongin.” She repeated, her voice low, but her lips thinned into a gentle smile.
“...He passed away in an accident two years ago.” She tried to hide the hurt in her voice, but he heard it.
He inhaled silently, shock crossing his face. His heart sank, at the news he had gotten much too late.
At the expression he was not used to seeing on her face.
“I-I tried calling you, Seungmin—I needed you.” Her words were tinged with frustration, laced in sorrow.
He suddenly wished he never met her. But not because of the usual reason.
Because if he hadn’t met her, then he wouldn’t have hurt her.
Her vulnerable figure suddenly looked so small to him.
A whirlwind of emotions surged through him as he sat in disbelief, his throat dry, unable to speak. Processing everything.
Jeongin’s death had probably left her a mess. She must’ve needed her best friend at her side. Yet, he was no where to be found. He chose to hide away, afraid to get hurt, afraid that a glimpse of her perfect newlywed life would shatter his heart into even tinier bits of pieces.
He ran away like a coward.
Y/N wiped away the few tears that managed to escape, breathing in before offering a faint smile. One he wasn’t used to seeing from her. One he doesn’t like, he decided.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make you feel bad. You don’t owe me anything. I’m sorry…” Her voice trailed off into a whisper, gripping at the coffee cup to calm her nerves.
They sat in a heavy silence, still, while everything around them seemed to move in its own hustle and bustle. But finally, Seungmin mustered the courage to stand. Looking down at her with an unreadable gaze.
Her figure followed, misunderstanding that he was leaving, perhaps truly in a rush to do something she had kept him from.
“Well, I guess you’re busy—” She began, but he cut her off with an embrace.
A sudden tackle of his arms that engulfed her in them tightly. Yet after the initial surprise, her tense body instantly relaxed, her form shaking once more in the warmth of his hug.
“I-I missed you.” She cried, her voice muffled against the fabric of his coat.
“I missed you too.” He responded, his voice cracking.
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They’ve kissed once, but both swore it was just a dumb mistake at a college party. It didn’t mean anything. It was just a dare, stupid spin-the-bottle shenanigans.
They were sophomores, still naive. Still trying to figure things out.
School, studies, love lives.
Yet she wasn’t aware that he had been on cloud nine during that kiss back then. Unaware that he lied and it meant something.
It meant everything.
He started wishing he never met her.
They’ve both dated others, partners they’ve liked, disliked for one another. But Seungmin always found himself returning to her, expecting comfort and company.
He poured out everything to her, in his worst times, yet when it was her turn, he was across the world, dodging her calls. He was too busy hiding.
Seungmin didn’t intentionally ignore her attempts to reach out, her calls, her voicemails. Emails he couldn’t find the courage to respond to.
After his move, they kept in touch for a while, but then life got in the way.
He was in a new country, new job. He was getting used to an independent life without her by his side.
Y/N was a new wife. She was working, creating a home. A new chapter of her life that didn’t leave room for a third person.
Their calls dwindled from twice a week to once every few months, until one day, they stopped altogether.
Although she did reach out from time-to-time.
One-sidedly.
It was always one sided. Seungmin was too afraid he would crack, he would pick up the call on a night he drank a little too much in attempts to distract himself from thoughts about her. He was afraid he would confess everything.
Tell her how lucky her husband was. Tell her how much he hated her smiles, her laughter. How he hated her piercing gaze that was able to read everything but all those fucking feelings he had felt for her.
She had invited him for get-togethers. To reunions during the holidays when she was sure he was free. But he never responded.
“You’re allowed breaks, man. I promise.” She once said in the last voice memo he had of hers before he changed his number.
Her voice booming loud with words he had memorized from replaying it often.
But he claimed he was busy.
He wished he hadn’t met her.
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“Seungmin, is that you?” He heard her voice from inside, in the bedroom.
“Yeah!” He replied, closing the main door behind him, taking in her apartment for the first time.
There were pictures of her and Jeongin lined on the walls, pictures of the two of them framed on a side table. That goofy one from a Halloween party in their junior year of college, still made him chuckle to himself.
The furniture was cozy, the air smelled like her perfume. The sight of the decorations were things he instantly connected to her, giving away to her personality. There was a pile of her favorite novels from her favorite author, stacked on the coffee table. The sight of which made Seungmin stare with a bittersweet smile because he knew Jeongin had liked them too.
“Was the place hard to find?” She asked, rushing out with that beautiful smile, hugging him softly.
His eyes took in the beautiful sight that was her, before quickly composing himself. He shook his head, handing her the bottle of wine he picked up on the was. He doubted they’ll drink it though, neither of them particularly liked wine.
She stared at it for a moment before her eyes flicked up at him, gazing at him with a teasing expression.
“What?” He voiced out, although he could tell what she was thinking, holding back a smile.
“Nothing.” She shook her head, attempting to stifle back her own laugh that fell out easily.
He couldn’t help but mirror, his lips parting into a wide grin at the soft sounds.
“I couldn’t just come empty handed… it’s my first time here.” He shrugged, only for her to laugh even louder.
The evening flowed smoothly. She told him about her job. How she had been since Jeongin’s passing, her mundane life as a young widow. He told her about his new position after being transferred back here. She teased him about working with a girl they both had gone to college with.
One she had assumed he had a crush on for some reason back then. A misunderstanding he had never corrected.
He laughed it off.
He wished he never met her.
But he couldn’t stop meeting her.
His feet would automatically walk until he stood outside her place. At her door. His fingers would press her contact on their own. To call her at random times and ramble about anything and everything.
They would go out together frequently for lunch, for dinner. To their favorite restaurants and eateries from back in the day. They spent a day at the beach, went to baseball games. They watched a dumb movie they made fun of on the way home.
He helped her around her place. Replacing that foyer lightbulb that had flickered for a good two days before it died and made Seungmin bang into her shoe rack on their way back from another night out. He hissed in pain, glaring at Y/N as she burst out into loud laughs.
Sounds that he was supposed to hate.
But he found himself chuckling along. Seungmin found himself falling deeper in love with her, uncertain of how she felt. Once again.
He was returning to that place. The one he hated. The sidelines that made him wish he never met her.
Their friends who were once mutual, who he reconnected with after his return, started to notice that she’s changed. Or perhaps returned back to her old self.
She smiled more, and left the house more often. She would crack dumb jokes again, things he didn’t know she had stopped after Jeongin. After he left.
Seungmin was glad he was the one bringing about that change. He was letting her pour out.
She cried in his arms one night.
For Jeongin, the evening of what would have been her fifth wedding anniversary. So they rented a sailboat on a whim, yet instantly felt stupid, staring at each other in their life jackets, wondering who would steer. Neither of them knew how to sail, a fact that made them burst into endless laughter.
They stay at the dock, talking, laughing, crying.
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It had been a year and some months since they’ve reunited. A year and more spent together, stuck to each other like glue. Like back in their college days.
Yet now, Seungmin found himself falling into a slight worry.
He was waiting for her at the movie theater, but she seemed to be running late. He glanced down at his watch, arms crossing over his chest as he stood in the lobby. His legs fell into a steady but slow pace, looking up every now and then towards the entrance hoping to see her emerging figure.
But she didn’t and anxiety began bubbling within him. Time continued to tick by, and he tried to call again. She didn’t pick up, again.
He glanced down at the time once more, the movie had started, yet she wasn’t here. Uncommon for Y/N who took arriving on time a little too seriously.
Before he could try to ring her, the call of his name made his head dart towards the direction.
“Oh Seungmin, hi!” It was his coworker.
The one Y/N thought he had a crush on.
The one he definitely did not have a crush on.
“Great to see you here! What movie are you watching?” She asked.
Seungmin smiled, looking up at the large overhead screens of movies playing tonight, pointing at the name of the one they planned to see.
His coworker narrowed her brows. “I think the movie started already.”
“Ah, I’m still waiting for someone.” He replied with a smile.
“Oh, Who?”
His lips parted to speak, yet even before a word came out, he felt the brush of a figure against him. Her body flush against his.
“His girlfriend.”
Y/N’s arm linked into his, and he was momentarily stunned, turning to look at her with a sudden surprise. Mind still stuck on the words she had uttered.
She chatted some more with his coworker. A brief conversation he had zoned out from. Her introduction replayed in his mind over and over again.
When the coworker he didn’t have a crush on left, Y/N finally turned to him. Her smile wide, a hint of mischief, a hint of something else.
“Sorry I’m late, I got held up in traffic.” She began, her cheeks flushed with a twinge of red.
But all he could do was stare. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind, but none formed words. Instead, he glanced down at their linked arms, then back to her.
Her own eyes followed, and she inhaled, as if she decided something. There was a sudden boldness in her actions, as she slowly trailed down her hand to find his, her fingers wrapping around his own.
She cleared her throat, her eyes locked on their intertwined hands. Unaware that this very act had made his heart erupt in his chest.
Y/N wasn’t sure when these feelings began to take root inside her.
These emotions of love. Of romance, that she was sure had faded when she lost Jeongin. Yet, here they were, perhaps lying dormant.
Waiting for her heart to heal.
Feelings that stirred awake when Seungmin had stared at her with that intent but soft gaze that one night.
She was convinced she was losing her mind. Surely, it was just the thrill of rekindling their friendship after so long apart. The giddiness of rediscovering experiences she hadn’t enjoyed in ages. The rush of feeling alive. And the person that made her crave all these things she didn’t realize she missed was Seungmin.
Seungmin, her best friend.
Seungmin who was her best friend.
Because somewhere within she had noticed. That he wasn’t the same guy she remembered. He had changed, grown into someone more charming, funnier, dashing even. Full of good changes. But still, things she wasn’t used to. A version of him she didn’t recognize.
Seungmin looked at her with the eyes of a stranger. Or perhaps, the eyes of a man.
Her cheeks flushed when he smiled, when he opened the door for her or pulled out a chair. Simple gestures that shouldn’t have made her feel special, but they did.
They still do.
And that night, after they had finished laughing at the show they had both mocked with commentary the whole time, Seungmin had fallen asleep, his head tilted back against the wall. All Y/N could do was stare at his lips, a sudden urge to kiss him washed over her.
She stiffened, instinctively moving away from him, the warmth between them replaced by the chill of the air.
Suddenly, everything he did made her cautious. His light touches, his lingering stares, his protectiveness. His random visits, helping around the house that felt so intimate, so domestic, that it made her stare at him with such intensity she felt slightly afraid. Even his groggy morning voice when she called him randomly, coaxing him into whatever wild plans she had, started to make her cheeks tingle.
Her heart began to race once again. Beating rapidly, erratically at the mere thought of him.
When Y/N watched Seungmin talk with a coworker from a distance, a surge of heat rushed through her, a twinge of jealousy sparking inside.
And even if they weren’t standing particularly close, and there was no flirting happening, the mere thought of him having a crush on someone else unsettled her.
Before she knew it, her feet were moving on their own, her arm slipping into his. And then she declared it. Voicing what she had feared to say aloud. Something she found herself wanting from the moment she realized.
“His girlfriend.”
She had gotten bold. She had even grabbed his hand. The adrenaline rush from claiming him as hers made her forget for a moment. But now, as she stared at their hands. His fingers tangled in hers, warm against her skin, she felt a surge of fear.
A sudden embarrassment washed over her, and she swallowed.
Y/N slowly stilled and instantly pulled away, her shocked eyes trailing up to meet his disappointed gaze.
“Is this too weird? Oh my god, I should’ve asked you first! I’m an idiot.” She was mortified, beginning to ramble, flustered and embarrassed.
Before he could think, before she could say anything else. Seungmin pulled her in. His palms cradled her cheeks, staring at her with an intensity that made her breath hitch in her throat.
“You don’t need to ask.” Seungmin dove in and finally kissed her.
Her wide, surprised eyes slowly fluttered close, and she kissed him back.
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Y/N had gushed about the “beautiful—no, the most gorgeous man” she had ever met, her heart racing as she recalled the moment her best friend would come to envy.
Seungmin who stared at her from his desk back in his college dorm room, had tasted bitterness from the sight of it.
He hated it. He hated that so-called gorgeous man.
He hated her.
He wished he had gone with her that day. To that stupid book signing he thought would be too boring. Seungmin should’ve ditched his own plans. Maybe she would’ve never met Jeongin. He wouldn’t have let her.
The day she went on her first date with the so-called gorgeous man, Seungmin was on his way to her place. He saw them when he pulled into the parking space in front of her building, smiles lighting up their faces.
The awkwardness in their air was anything but uncomfortable, the tell-tale signs of shy smiles and a blossoming romance Seungmin despised already blatant in their demeanor.
He gripped the steering wheel, a bitter feeling had washed over him.
He hated it. He started wishing he never met her.
Yet some years later, he would have never imagined they’d be here.
They’ve lived brief chapters of their lives that didn’t feature one another, yet ultimately found their way back to each other’s side.
They’ve kissed before, and they promised to forget. And here she was now, kissing him, marking him as hers and only hers, and that blissful feeling he craved washed over his entire being.
They continue to kiss, continue to make memories that belong to them and only them.
In the coming year, he would gather the courage to ask her to be his forever. She would cry, pulling him into her arms, whispering “yes” over and over as she kissed him again and again.
They’ll call each other silly names, relearn things about one another, bring back old quirks and habits. He’d come home from work, and she’d tackle him with her fit of giggles, washing away the exhaustion that he tried to bring with him.
He wished time would stop. He wished he could forget all those times he pushed himself to hate her.
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“I love your smile.” Seungmin whispered, his lips brushing against hers.
An action that made her erupt into a fit of giggles, breaking the silence in the room.
His arms snaked around her to hold her in place on his lap, eyes taking in the sight that is her.
“I love your laugh.” He continued, his nose grazing her neck, trailing soft kisses down to the sensative spot he was all too familiar with.
Y/N’s laughter immediately ceased from the tinglyness his lips brought, from the fluttery feelings he ignited. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, warmth radiating between them as she steadied herself over him.
“Kim Seungmin. Please, don’t tease.” Her voice was soft as she pulled back to meet his gaze, awaiting.
Desperate.
“I love that gaze.” His tone dropped, finally leaning in to kiss her deeply, until they became a tangle of limbs on the couch.
“Fuck, I love you.” He mumbled against her mouth.
She laughed softly again as he tugged at the bright red hoodie over her head, tossing it aside with a sudden urgency. Her fingers traced his jaw, then glide down to rest on his chest, feeling his heart beat erratically against her palms. Staring down at him with the most gentle gaze, eyes glimmering as she took in the sight of him.
Seungmin, her best friend. Her lover. Her husband.
“I love you too.”
She left a lingering kiss on his forehead, looking into his eyes once more with that beautiful gaze he loved.
“Happy anniversary, baby.” He whispered.
Y/N kissed him again, and he didn’t let go. Seungmin would never let go. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ end.
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! everything you read doesn't reflect the actual characters of the members. These stories are fiction. I would appreciate your reblog and feedback. I hope you enjoy the stories I write!
BANG CHAN:
within the forest [14 chapters]; fantasy au, angst, fluff, strangers to best friend au – The king had envied the fairies for a long time for their abilities until he killed all of them for good. What will happen when the sole heir to the kingdom decides to be friends with those warned to avoid? only us[0.4k words]; fluff, drabble – Reading beside your boyfriend was an impossible task. dad will always be here[1.8k words]; angst, light fluff, zombie apocalypse au – "I'll always be there for you, sweetheart. No matter how hard it gets, I'm by your side. We'll go through it together" He keeps reminding you of it but will it stay forever?
LEE MINHO:
random wip what the clouds feel like[0.7k words]; fluff – You are always curious about the clouds, and Minho has an odd answer to your question. photograph ; fluff
SEO CHANGBIN:
train to nowhere[1.8k words]; angst – a meeting with a stranger on the train, nothing will go bad, they said. It's a train to the hereafter, one way or another you'll meet a person who was part of your life.
100 reasons to <3 u[socmed au + written series] ;fluff, childhood friends to lover
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"the world is cruel but I still love you" [2.9k words]; skz x aot au, fluff, angst – one month after the rumbling, everything started to return to normal, including the man who destroyed the humanity outside the walls, Hwang Hyunjin.
HAN JISUNG:
Uh oh[1.4k words]; spiderman au – Your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman, Han Jisung was running late and still had to save the day. Unfortunately enough, his superheroic action was caught in action by someone anywhere but home[2.1k words]; fluff – You never find a real home until Jisung comes 13; fluff, angst scattered music sheet, messy feeling; angst
LEE FELIX:
lego dates; fluff
who are you; a slight angst, reunited lover trope
KIM SEUNGMIN:
back to him[0.9k words]; fluff – after a long day at work, nothing excited you more than going home.
miles away; fluff,angst
YANG JEONGIN:
Lily; drabble
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within the forest | masterlist
pairing: fairy!chan x fem!reader summary: The king had envied the fairies for a long time for their abilities until he killed all of them for good. What will happen when the sole heir to the kingdom decides to be friends with those warned to avoid? Genre: fantasy au, fluff, angst, strangers to best friend a/n: This story was inspired by Maleficient and one outfit Chan wore back in the oddinary era. This story had been caged in my draft for quite some time:'))
CHAPTERS
Chapter 1: a pair of dark wings
Chapter 2: breakfast and Stellious
Chapter 3: a finding on a death anniversary
Chapter 4: wrong timing but perfect opportunity
Chapter 5: fairy friends and Prince Kim
Chapter 6: shadow lurking
Chapter 7: Hi, Aunty Rosie!
Chapter 8: realisation after realisation
Chapter 9: a peaceful evening with the Prince
Chapter 10: Happy Birthday Little Flora
Chapter 11: the devil
Chapter 12: the first meeting
Chapter 13: a scarlet field
Chapter 14: his siblings
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STRAY KIDS WORKS!!!
warning: some swearing here n there, but pretty much none
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@/nahcgnab
@/t.leeknowsaurus
@/jutdwae
@/hynjinnnn
@/_doolsetnet
@/yong.lixx
@/miniverse.___
@/i.2.n.8
@/miniverse.__
warning: some swearing here n there, but pretty much none
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•┈୨♡୧┈• : <<< Reminder that I do not own any of the members' names or characteristics. This is just all for entertainment only. Please do not take any words to the heart that are being said.
- No Stories In Progress
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divider credit — @chaefilm
ʚїɞ☄ name: lexi
❥･• age: eighteen years old│ "06"
⋆̩*̣̩☂*̣̩⋆̩ birthday month: December
› 〉 pronouns: she/her/hers
᳝ ˖ . ֺ ָ ֙⋆ mbti: infp
. ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ race: Asian American
BIAS LIST
my ult groups are stray kids and enhypen
stray kids - lee know, hyunjin, and felix
enhypen - heeseung and Jay
itzy- yeji and chaeryeong
kiss of life - natty
twice - sana
lesserafim - yujin, eunchae, and chaewon
blackpink - lisa
gidle - soyeon and minnie
p1harmony- keeho
new jeans - hanni
kep1er - bahiyih
nmixx - kyujin and lily
more info — I love writing, volleyball, music, drawing and art. I'm a very introverted person. My favorite colors are black, blue and white. I've known skz for 3 years now. I'm also a debut engene, midtzy, fearless, blink, bunny, kep1ian, and nwser.
writings — I mainly write about skz, but more on hyunjin. I do try to get ideas on writing for the other members as well. genres I write are fluffs and maybe some angst to fluff or either angst with no happy ending.
masterlist!
dividers credit - @chachachannah @cafekitsune
Series
warning: sensitive topics, swearing, mention of certain topics. overall, all series are all matured!
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˚₊✩‧₊ - The Hwangs : loud screams in the house of a modern place, where feet are smacking on the floor daily with giggles. Messy toys sproud out of the house with more color crayons and paint all over the place. Hearing the sigh and groans of the parents.
divider credit : @horangipilled
heyy i came from ao3 and went through like 25 stages of grief trying to find your 2min fic 😭 i just want to say im so fucking attached to how wonferful it is and i hope your situation with your computer is better now!! in the meantime, i'll be rereading the first chapter to pass time🙏🙏💞
Hi! I am so sorry that You have to go to such lengths to find my work, ahahaha. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to tag the work there so I asked to check my Ao3 profile!
I am glad you enjoyed the first chapter!!! The second chapter isn't nearly halfway done, but I hope I will soon be able to post it, too!
Alright, what do we think about a circle of unrequited loves? (Related to "Words Existed, but yours broke my heart", 2min, my fanfiction on Ao3)
Entry will be of:
Hyunjin, Minho, Seungmin, Felix and Chan >:D (I've kept Han and Changbin and Jeongin as neutral)
[TEASER]
Chapter One: words existed (but yours broke my heart)
(available on Ao3, find on thenightsoftingles)
Genre: Angst, Slow burn, Unrequited Love, Misscommunication.
Pairing: 2min.
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i. It's stupid now— come on.
Minho Hyung hums, sitting across from Hyunjin who was eyeing Jisung wildly. Concerned, if Seungmin is to correct himself.
Probably stupid.
But wasn't he?
It was the look of Minho Hyung that cracked him.
Fond, soft─ concerned when Jisung huffed and coughed a little, and Minho Hyung, ever the caring hyung, pushed the glass of water in front of him.
Like Seungmin did. Blindly to his heart. The to and fro stopped when they agreed not to play anymore.
Seungmin reassures himself again that he wasn't jealous of Jisung, but jealous of himself to be so stupid to think that he was jealous of Jisung.
"You did not!" Jisung gasps dramatically.
Ah, turns out Minho Hyung bought Jisung cheesecake, too.
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ii. Felix takes a deep breath in between his speech, eyes closing when Seungmin gently towels the clean and wet dishes.
Minho Hyung doesn't like half-job done. He owns the kitchen of the cuties' dorm, rhetorically.
"All I say is, come with me and Innie to this brand new, cute cafe and-"
"You should go."
"What?"
"You should go with Innie."
Resilient. That is what his heart is. Like a stupid, possessive organ whose only function is to pump blood.
The noise of thump thump thump hurts his ears with guilt when Felix's smile falters. It falters, then it falls.
Être fleur bleue.
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iii. "I know that you hate the skin. I peeled it. You will eat them when you feel like eating." No, it was not a demand, but closer to a command.
Seungmin is picky and does not get his hoard without whining, at the very least to a cat with claws. And this?
His ocean is no longer getting pulled or pushed, it's thrown upside down by this moon.
What are you doing to me, Hyung?
Seungmin sits there still, the plate of Apples is still untouched, now covered with another plate.
The ocean flip-flops. It squeezes behind his chest, trying to be free.
Calm down you pot, Seungmin hisses to his heart silently.
He thinks what it'd be like to be Minho Hyung's favourite.
Avoir un cœur d’artichaut.
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iv. Seungmin lets himself breathe in and out.
He lets himself be pushed in the careful bursting biceps of a muscle-bound, big sweetheart.
He lets his hyung nuzzle closer to him.
It takes him time to answer, and Changbin waits. Like he always does.
And Seungmin, ever the coward, replies what could be a half lie, "As if I will be anything but fine."
No, Seungmin supplements to his Porcelain pot. Changbin cannot fill that space.
Even if he tries to. Even if Seungmin is to try and think about something other than the cold, freezing water.
The water body that he is finally getting used to.
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v. As if conversationally, he reaches for more skewered meat and when he realizes that the plates are empty, he rises immediately.
Purchasing his time.
"The only one who is botherful," Minho says through the died-down laughter, picking up more meat from the kitchen station, "is you, Kim Seungmin."
He finishes and Seungmin hears something shattering.
When Minho doesn't get another snarky reply from Seungmin, he turns around and sees him standing near the kitchen.
The words are made to hurt when it is required to. But your words... they hurt the most.
Seungmin's lips are drawn in a thin line, and when he speaks, it quivers. "You know, Hyung", he takes a ragged breath to stop shaking, "You can just say that you hate me."
It's quiet. It's too quiet.
The shattering continues. Each piece of the Porcelain pot continues to fall into the black void, back to the burning pit of fire, making such a loud noise that Seungmin's ears ring.
Or: Seungmin and Minho share a Porcelain pot. Once it breaks, everything shatters between them.
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words existed
(but yours broke my heart)
I wrote this poem a while back. Thinking of including this in the next chap- what do you guys think?
A little spoiler of Chapter 2. Enjoy!
.𖥔 ݁ ˖𓆜 𓆝 𓆞 𓆟‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅
"It ends here, as it starts.
The story of my heart, listen intently:
The shore, that waves at me sometimes,
and the sandy breeze
that welcomes me home
at some nights.
I lay in the night to uncover it,
and the water, the water
touches the vessel (me), it's familiar with.
It unknots and unfolds,
And the water– the water runs as it was,
Ever hot, as it's equally cold.
My Porcelain pot, careful— it's delicate, I had told him.
Between the to and fro,
and there—
he was reckless, and I lost it!
Now the tears, Oh, the tears wash the ocean floor,
the flora and fauna that flourishes
beneath the warm shore.
I cry; and the ocean blooms,
Oh, how fascinating it once was.
The seagull that squeaks
the thunder that clears up the blue sky
And breathe, my darling
Because it was talking by
The vessel knows the strange language
It's the ba-dum now, it's the Thump then.
Strange, it seems,
making me naïve, sensitive, and weak.
I look at him,
and then, my Porcelain pot
It turns green.
Violent and angry,
Jealous and lonely,
Burning love and Greed,
it demands to be sorted,
And so, I refuse to.
Then, it shatters,
Turning back to the ever-black void
again, just as it was
unknown origin, utterly bland.
My Porcelain pot descends.
It started there, as it ends."
Happy birthday to Seungmin from Stray Kids🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉
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