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Enemies to "Maybe" Lovers 👀 2: Seungmin

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➽ Summary: Seungmin was just messing around, when he accidentally Tore down plushie he doesn't understand why you got so angry until Chan tells him..

➽ Genre: Angst

➽ Warnings: Some swearing

Note: Idea inspired by this

[PART 1]

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Sooooo since I honestly don't know where this is going, you guys need to help me out!

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[PART 1]

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[230326] Seungmin

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Situationship!(Seungmin x Deppressed! Reader)

Your life had always felt like it was happening without you, like you were standing in the corner of a room, watching everyone else move effortlessly through their routines while you struggled to even exist. It wasn’t that you didn’t try—you did. You tried harder than most people. Harder than they could even imagine. But no matter how much effort you poured into it, no matter how many sleepless nights you spent staring at the ceiling or hunched over a desk, it never seemed to matter. It was like you were swimming upstream, and the current kept getting stronger, sweeping you further and further away from where you were supposed to be.

No matter how much effort you put in, it never seemed to be enough. You were never enough. Your grades reflected that. Every failed test, every paper marked with red corrections—it all told the same story. Your relationships were just as hollow. Conversations felt like they were happening on autopilot, a script you followed without ever feeling the emotions behind the words. Your friends smiled, made plans, but you could tell there was always something missing in their eyes when they looked at you. Like they could see it, too.

That disconnect.

And it wasn’t just them. It was your teachers, your classmates, even people you barely knew. They all had that same look in their eyes when they talked to you—a mix of concern and pity. A silent, shared thought that they weren’t brave enough to say out loud but was painfully obvious every time they glanced your way.

She’s not going to make it, they were thinking. She’s going to fall apart.

And maybe they were right.

It started slowly. You stopped showing up to your classes. At first, it was just once or twice, convincing yourself that one missed lecture wouldn’t hurt. Then it became more frequent. What was the point, anyway? You sat in the back of lecture halls when you did go, staring blankly at the professor, not absorbing a single word. Your notes were a jumble of half-written thoughts and doodles, but even that was more effort than you had to give most days.

You couldn’t keep up. Not with the assignments, not with the expectations, and definitely not with the version of yourself that everyone else seemed to believe you could be. Your mind was somewhere else, detached from the reality in front of you, drifting off into daydreams where life wasn’t so heavy. Where things made sense. You fantasized about escape, about disappearing entirely, about what it would feel like to be free from the crushing weight that seemed to pull you down further every single day.

But that weight—it wasn’t new. It had been creeping in for years, so gradually that you hadn’t even noticed until it was too late. Depression didn’t hit you like a sudden storm, didn’t knock you over in one powerful wave. It was subtle, insidious, sneaking up on you in the quiet moments until, one day, you woke up and couldn’t remember what it felt like to be anything but numb.

The heaviness in your chest became a constant companion. Every breath felt like it required more effort than you had the strength for. The dull ache of exhaustion never left, settling into your bones and refusing to let go. You weren’t just tired from lack of sleep, you were tired in a way that no amount of rest could ever fix. Tired of trying. Tired of pretending to be okay when every part of you screamed otherwise. Tired of going through the motions of a life that felt more like a burden than a gift.

You used to tell yourself that things would get better eventually. That this was just a phase, a rough patch that you could fight your way out of. But now? Now, you weren’t so sure. The future felt like a blank page you had no desire to fill. And the present? It felt like a slow, suffocating crawl toward something you couldn’t name but were sure you weren’t ready to face.

You were sinking, and no one could see just how deep you had already fallen.

That’s when Seungmin came into the picture.

You’d heard his name around campus before—how could you not? He was everywhere. Everyone seemed to know him. There was always someone mentioning him in passing, a smile on their face as they talked about the way he joked around in class or how he somehow managed to be at the center of every social circle without even trying. He was that kind of person, the one who seemed to bring a little bit of light with him wherever he went, making everything seem just a little less heavy.

You had never spoken to him directly. He existed on the fringes of your awareness, part of the background noise of campus life, while you drifted further away from it all. But that changed one day when you found yourself sitting alone, the campus library buzzing quietly around you as you stared blankly at your textbook. You were supposed to be studying for an exam, but the words on the pages didn’t make sense anymore. Nothing did. It was one of those bad days, where even breathing felt like too much effort and the weight of everything—your failures, your fears, your own mind—was too much to carry.

You hadn’t noticed him approaching until his voice broke through the haze.

"Hey, you look like you could use a break."

Startled, you looked up, blinking as though you were waking from a dream. And there he was, Seungmin, standing in front of you with a smile that was both playful and warm, as if he had always been there, waiting for this exact moment. His eyes met yours with an intensity that caught you off guard, like he saw something in you that you had long forgotten existed. You managed a weak laugh, rubbing at your tired eyes in a futile attempt to appear less... broken.

"Yeah... I'm kind of in the middle of a mental breakdown, so..."

He chuckled, the sound light and unbothered, and without asking, he slid into the seat across from you. "Sounds serious. Need company?"

The truth was, you didn’t want company. You didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to be around anyone. You wanted to sink further into yourself, to disappear. But there was something about Seungmin—something in the way he carried himself, so light, so full of life—that made it hard to keep your walls up. It was like his presence, uninvited as it was, was already filling the empty spaces inside you that you had gotten used to living with. For the first time in a long time, you felt... less alone.

"Sure," you replied softly, your eyes flicking back to your textbook, pretending to study even though your mind was now entirely focused on the boy sitting across from you. "Why not?"

He leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice as if he were about to tell you a secret. His tone was teasing, but there was a softness to it that made your heart skip a beat. "You know, I’m really good at making people feel better. Guaranteed results."

You couldn’t help but smile, despite yourself. The words were silly, almost a joke, but the way he said them made you feel lighter, like the weight of your mental breakdown had shifted, if only slightly. "Yeah? What’s your secret?"

"Oh, it's a whole process," he said, grinning wider. His gaze dropped to your lips for the briefest of moments, a movement so subtle that you might have missed it if you weren’t already hyperaware of everything about him. Then he leaned back in his chair, stretching out as if he had all the time in the world, and shrugged. "But I might be willing to share my techniques... if you're nice to me."

There was a flirtatious edge to his words, but it wasn’t overbearing. It was just enough to make your skin tingle, enough to make you wonder if this was just his natural charm or something more. The casualness of his posture, the easy way he spoke—it all felt so effortless, and yet here you were, hanging on to every word, every glance, every shift in his expression. It was like he had reached into your world, the one you’d been sinking in for so long, and pulled you back to the surface without even trying.

And maybe, just maybe, you wanted to let him.

"And what does 'nice' mean, exactly?" you asked, trying to play along. Your voice came out lighter than you intended, like you were trying too hard to sound casual, to match his playful energy, even as your pulse quickened under the weight of his gaze.

"I’ll let you decide," he teased, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk. There was a glint in his eyes, something mischievous, like he knew exactly what he was doing but wanted you to feel at ease anyway. He leaned back in his chair, still so effortlessly relaxed, like this was just another moment for him. But for you, it was becoming something else entirely.

You didn’t know it at the time, but that was the moment everything changed. Up until then, Seungmin had just been another face in the crowd, another name floating around campus. He was someone you noticed but never really saw. But now, with just a few words and a smile, he’d broken through the fog that had surrounded you for so long.

Seungmin wasn’t just another guy you met in passing. He became something else entirely—a bright spot in your dull, gray world. It was like, for the first time in what felt like forever, someone had reached into your life and flipped a switch. He brought a kind of lightness you hadn’t known you needed, a warmth that made everything seem less heavy, even if only for a little while.

But even in that moment, as your heart fluttered and your cheeks flushed, you didn’t fully understand what was happening. You couldn’t know that this was the beginning of something that would unravel you, that would pull you in deeper than you ever intended to go.

You tried to keep your distance at first. You told yourself it was better this way. Safer. If you didn’t get too close, you couldn’t get hurt. You convinced yourself that letting someone like Seungmin into your life, with his easy smiles and laid-back charm, would only make things more complicated.

But Seungmin was persistent, in a way that was never overbearing, just… present. He kept finding you, whether you were alone in the library, trying to lose yourself in a textbook you couldn’t focus on, or sitting by yourself in the cafeteria, picking at your food while the noise of everyone else’s lives filled the room. Sometimes, it was like he knew exactly when to show up, slipping into your life so effortlessly that, before you knew it, he had become a part of it. He’d sit down, uninvited but always welcome, flashing that smile of his that made you forget—if only for a moment—how hard everything else felt.

The more time you spent with him, the more you found yourself drawn in. He was funny in a way that felt natural, not forced or trying too hard. He didn’t need to say much to make you laugh—sometimes, all it took was a look or a playful nudge. And he was charming, but not in the way that made you feel like you were just another girl he flirted with for fun. There was something about Seungmin that made it all feel so easy, like being around him took the weight off your shoulders, like for the brief moments you were together, the world wasn’t so heavy.

You couldn’t help but notice the little things—the way his eyes would flicker over your face when you spoke, as if he was paying attention to every word, memorizing every detail. It was subtle, but there was something about the way he’d smile at you, this soft, almost private thing that made your heart stutter in your chest. Sometimes, when you reached for something at the same time—a notebook, a pen, whatever—his hand would brush against yours, just enough to send a spark through your skin. It always seemed like an accident, but you couldn’t ignore the way it made your breath catch every time.

Then there were the moments in class, where he’d lean in a little too close to whisper a joke, his voice low and warm in your ear. You’d try to act like it didn’t affect you, but the truth was, it did. Every time he was near, every time he smiled, laughed, or looked at you with that glint in his eyes, the tension between you became harder to deny. You knew it was there—unspoken, lingering between you like a thin thread that neither of you had acknowledged yet.

But acknowledging it meant risking something, something you weren’t sure you were ready for. You kept telling yourself that Seungmin was happy with things as they were, that he didn’t need or want anything more. And yet, with every shared smile, every subtle touch, you found yourself wishing he did.

Because Seungmin didn’t fall like you did.

You weren’t like that. You weren’t the type to drift into things casually, to let emotions brush against you without sticking. You were careful, methodical, the kind of person who always kept one foot on solid ground, never giving away too much of yourself too soon. You observed, calculated, and took your time. You thought things through. You built walls, not because you didn’t want to feel, but because you knew what it meant when you did.

Because when you fell, you didn’t fall softly, like most people. You didn’t stumble into feelings with a smile and a shrug, letting them pass through your life as easily as they came. No, when you fell, it was different. It was like breaking bones—not the physical kind, but something deeper, something that left invisible fractures running through you. The kind of falling that made you lose your breath, that made the ground feel like it was shaking beneath your feet, even when everything around you seemed still.

Even the small, beautiful things you’d nurtured in yourself, the quiet moments of peace you’d carved out, began to wilt. The lightness, the carefree attitude you once tried to mimic, couldn’t survive the weight of what you were feeling. It was like flowers, vibrant and alive, slowly curling in on themselves, unable to bear the intensity of something so one-sided. You weren’t built for half-measures. You never had been.

And then there were the waterfalls. The quiet, contained feelings you had once kept hidden—behind easy smiles, behind casual glances—they started to overflow. You didn’t even realize when it happened, when the quiet admiration turned into something more. Something you couldn’t control. It was subtle at first, just a trickle, a rush of warmth when he smiled at you, a lingering look that made your heart skip. But eventually, it was all too much. The affection you tried to suppress became an unstoppable force, threatening to drown you in its intensity. But still, you held it back, because that’s what he wanted. He wasn’t looking for anything more. He wasn’t falling the way you were.

And the monsters—they were the worst of it. The doubts, the fears, the voice in the back of your mind telling you to stop, to walk away before it hurt too much. But even as you fought those monsters, they never truly went away. They whispered, warned you that this wasn’t going to end the way you wanted it to. That he didn’t feel what you did. He was content with things as they were. The casual touches, the laughter, the connection that always felt just short of something real. He was happy with the ease of it, with the in-between.

But you? You were falling. Hard.

And it wasn’t the kind of fall that left you bruised but able to get back up. It was the kind of fall that changed everything, that left you standing there, heart in your hands, wondering if you’d ever find solid ground again.

It came to a head one afternoon during class. The professor had called on you to answer a question—something about a reading you’d barely skimmed—and as you stood up to respond, fumbling for the right words, your mind a blur of half-formed thoughts, Seungmin reached over without warning.

He brushed a stray lock of hair out of your face.

It was such a small, seemingly insignificant gesture, but in that moment, the room felt like it had stopped. Your breath hitched, and suddenly, all the words you were searching for evaporated. The space between you and Seungmin felt like it had shrunk, pulling you into some invisible gravity you couldn’t escape. Your heart pounded so loudly in your chest that you were sure everyone could hear it, the thud of it drowning out everything else.

For a split second, your eyes met his, and the warmth in his gaze made it feel like the world had narrowed to just the two of you. It was like time had slowed down, like that simple touch had altered something between you, something neither of you had been willing to acknowledge until now.

Everyone else in the room noticed too—the tension hanging thick in the air, almost palpable. You could feel eyes on you, the quiet murmurs and exchanged glances, the way people shifted in their seats, suddenly more interested in the subtle drama unfolding than the lecture itself. Even the professor paused, glancing between the two of you with raised eyebrows, clearly sensing that something unspoken had just passed between you.

But Seungmin? He acted like nothing had happened. He sat back in his seat with that same easy smile, his hand dropping casually back to his desk like brushing your hair out of your face had been the most natural thing in the world. Like it hadn’t just flipped your entire reality upside down.

And maybe for him, it was natural. Maybe it was just Seungmin being Seungmin, effortlessly close without ever crossing the line. But for you, that tiny touch had ignited something, something that had been simmering just beneath the surface for too long. Something you weren’t sure you could keep ignoring.

Every time Seungmin hugged you, it felt like the rest of the world disappeared. He had this way of pulling you in, his arms wrapping around you with just the right amount of pressure, firm but never overwhelming. It always started the same—his grin wide and teasing, a playful spark in his eyes as he reached for you. But then, in that moment where his arms encircled you, everything softened. His touch became something more, something that made your pulse race and your breath catch, even though you tried to act like it was nothing.

He had this habit of lifting you off the ground and swaying you around, as if to remind you how effortlessly strong he was. It was never for long, just a brief moment, but it was enough to send a jolt of warmth through you, like you were being swept away from everything else, held up in the air for a second where nothing else mattered but the feeling of him holding you. And then there was the way he swayed, side to side, as if you two were dancing to some music only he could hear. It was always casual, lighthearted, but you could feel the gentle rhythm of his body against yours, the subtle sway making your heart beat just a little faster every time.

What made it even more impossible to ignore were the reactions from everyone around you. There was always someone there to witness it, to comment on it—friends, classmates, even random bystanders. "Aww, you two are so cute!" they’d say, their voices dripping with playful teasing. You’d laugh along, forcing yourself to play it cool, but inside, your heart would be a riot of emotions. The warmth of his embrace, the feel of his arms holding you so securely, the sound of his laugh as he pulled you close—it was all too much and never enough at the same time.

And the way he teased you? It made it even harder to keep your emotions in check. He’d tilt his head down, leaning just close enough to whisper, "You’re lighter than you look," or "Are you sure you don’t need me to carry you everywhere?" His voice was always laced with that playful edge, but there was something else in the way he spoke, something that made your skin prickle and your thoughts spin out of control. You’d roll your eyes, shove him away, laugh it off like you always did, but the truth was, those hugs—the way he held you, even if it was just for a moment—made it impossible to keep pretending.

Because for you, every time Seungmin hugged you, it wasn’t just a friendly embrace—it was a reminder of how easily he had slipped into your life, how close you had let him get, and how badly you were falling without knowing if he’d ever catch you.

Then, one day, you overheard him talking to Jeongin in the hallway. You hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but you froze when you heard Seungmin’s voice.

“Yeah, dude, I like her,” he said, his tone easy, like he was talking about something as simple as his favorite band.

Your heart skipped a beat. You felt your entire body flood with a sudden rush of hope.

“But not like that,” Seungmin continued, and your world shattered. “I like things the way they are. No pressure, no commitment. Just… fun.”

Your stomach twisted painfully, you knew this, you thought so, and you had to force yourself to keep breathing. It wasn’t a rejection, but it wasn’t what you wanted either. He liked you, but not enough. Not the way you liked him.

That night, you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as his words replayed in your head. You were always the girl who fell too hard. You couldn’t just enjoy the casual flings, the almosts. When you fell, you fell all the way—head over heels, heart in hand, ready to give everything, even if it meant shattering yourself in the process.

You didn’t want to confess. You didn’t want to put yourself in a position where you’d hear him say the words you feared most. But you couldn’t keep living in this half-space, this limbo where he liked you just enough to keep you around, but not enough to give you what you really needed. You had to know.

So, you confessed.

It wasn’t a grand gesture. There were no fireworks, no sweeping declarations of love. It was just the two of you sitting in the park one evening, the air cool and the sky turning dark overhead. The moment felt fragile, like anything you said could break it apart.

You remembered that fall as a kid, the way you fractured your ribs and still smiled because your friend was about to cry. Even back then, you put others before yourself. And now, standing before Seungmin, you realized you were about to do it again.

“I like you, Seungmin,” you said, your voice trembling with the weight of the words. “I… I think I’ve liked you for a while now.”

He didn’t say anything right away. He just looked at you, his expression soft, like he was processing what you’d just said. For a brief, fleeting moment, you thought maybe—just maybe—he felt the same way.

But then, Seungmin sighed, a quiet exhale that felt like a cold wind cutting through the fragile hope you'd been holding onto.

“I like you too,” he began, his voice gentle, as if he was trying to soften the blow of what was coming next.

“But not in the way you’re thinking.”

It felt like the ground beneath you gave way, and you were falling—falling hard, but this time, not into love. It was into the crushing realization that your feelings, once again, were too much for someone who could only give so little. You looked away, blinking rapidly as the sting of unshed tears blurred your vision. You had expected this, hadn’t you? You had overheard him say as much to Jeongin. But hearing it come directly from him, in this quiet, intimate moment, made it feel all the more unbearable.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he continued, his words hesitant, as if he was searching for the right thing to say. “But I don’t want something serious. I like what we have—this fun, easygoing thing. I don’t want to lose that.”

The words hit you like a freight train. It was as if everything inside you shattered, the glass of your heart breaking into a million tiny pieces. You stood there, in front of him, trying to understand, trying to breathe.

“I…” you began, but nothing coherent came out.

He gave you a small smile, not realizing the damage he had done. “Let’s not make this complicated, okay? It’s better this way.”

You nodded, though your mind screamed in protest. Better for him, maybe. But not for you. Not for the girl who fell too hard, and now had nothing left but broken pieces.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to speak even though every word felt like it was tearing you apart. “I get it. I… I knew this was coming, I think. But I had to say it. I couldn’t just keep pretending like I was okay with the way things were.”

Seungmin’s eyes softened, filled with a kindness that only made things harder. “I don’t want to lose you,” he repeated, his hand reaching out to brush your arm. The touch was meant to comfort, but it only made you feel worse, like the very thing you wanted was slipping further out of reach.

You shook your head, biting back the tears that threatened to spill. “I just… I need some time. To figure things out.” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, his hand dropping back into his lap. “Take all the time you need. I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

But the problem wasn’t time. It was the fact that no amount of time could change what he wanted, or what you needed. As much as you cared for Seungmin, as much as he had brought light into your life during your darkest moments, you couldn’t keep living in this space between friends and something more. It hurt too much. It made you feel like you were breaking apart from the inside, constantly wondering if you were enough for him, knowing deep down that you weren’t.

That night, you cried. Loud, guttural sobs that echoed in the sterile walls of your room, the hospital bed from years ago coming back to you. The memory of falling, of fracturing ribs and smiling through the pain. But this pain? This was different. This wasn’t something you could just walk away from.

And there it was—the exact thing you had feared. The fun, the ease, the lack of commitment that had become the foundation of what he wanted, what he was happy with. But it wasn’t enough for you. You needed more. You needed certainty, not this constant uncertainty that gnawed at your heart, not the half-smiles and fleeting touches that left you wanting more.

You replayed his words over and over, letting the pain sink in until there was nothing left but the hollow ache in your chest, the knowledge that this love you had for him would never be returned the way you wanted it to be.

True love doesn't exist.

You’d heard people say that before, and for a long time, you believed it. Love was always this fleeting, fragile thing—something people talked about but never really held onto. But it does—it was raw and overwhelming, the kind of thing that consumed you completely.

What you felt for him was real.

True in every sense of the word, because it wasn’t dependent on him returning it. It existed, all on its own, growing in the spaces between your shared moments and quiet confessions.

And if that wasn’t true love—if that wasn’t proof that love, in all its messy, complicated forms, could exist—then what was?

But still, even as lifeless, cold, and dying as you might feel some days, there’s a truth that runs deeper than the hollow ache in your chest: you deserve to be loved. Not just casually, not just with fleeting affection or half-hearted promises, but loved as deeply and painfully as you love. The kind of love that crashes into you, shakes your very core, and refuses to let you go, even when you’re falling apart.

What Seungmin gave you—it wasn’t enough. It couldn’t be. Not for someone like you, who felt things so fiercely, who loved with your entire soul, even when it meant breaking yourself open in the process. You deserved more than the fun, easygoing moments he was content with. You deserved someone who looked at you and saw not just your smiles, but the pain you hid beneath them. Someone who could love you, even in the darkest corners of your mind, where you felt unworthy and small.

Because love—true love—wasn’t just about the good days. It was about seeing someone at their worst and choosing to stay. It was about loving through the storms, through the doubts and insecurities, through the moments where you felt like you were fading. And as much as you wanted Seungmin to be that person, to be the one who loved you the way you needed, he wasn’t.

It hurt, knowing that the love you gave was so much more than what you received. But even in that pain, there was a quiet realization: you deserve to be loved, fully and completely. Not in half-measures or in casual, carefree moments that only left you longing for more. You deserved a love that matched yours in intensity, in depth, in the way it made you feel like you were worth fighting for.

And Seungmin—his affection, his light, his presence in your life—it wasn’t enough. It never could be. Not for someone like you, who needed more than what he was willing to give. And even though it shattered you, that realization was the first step toward something greater, something truer. Something that would one day remind you that you were always worthy of the kind of love that takes your breath away, even when you don’t feel like you deserve it.

In the quiet of your room, with the world outside moving forward without you, all you could think was: This is not enough.

And you were going to get rid of him.

shall I do a part 2,(reader x felix, where reader gets a happy ending she deserves?)??

<Based on the song "I Like It" by STRAY KIDS and some experience>

Not So Cute.

enemy! Seungmin x enemy! Reader {playful}

prompt: "You were cute when you were younger, what happened now?"

For: @multi-fandommaniac

The library was almost empty, save for a few students scattered across tables, huddled over textbooks. You sat on the floor by one of the massive windows, your laptop balanced precariously on your knees, scrolling through articles for a paper due in a few hours. The quiet was welcome. You needed focus.

That was, until Seungmin walked in.

You heard the unmistakable sound of his sneakers squeaking against the floor, followed by a sigh. You didn’t bother looking up. You could recognize that exasperated energy anywhere. It was like he had a radar for wherever you were—always knowing when to annoy you, and never failing to do it with that smug smile.

He spotted you instantly, and you felt the tension rise even before he spoke.

“So, this is where you’re hiding,” he said, plopping himself down beside you, uninvited as usual.

You rolled your eyes, still not looking at him. “I’m not hiding. I’m working.”

“You? Working?” He snorted. “That’s cute.”

“Cute?” you echoed, finally turning to face him. “Do you even know what that word means, Seungmin?”

“I mean, you were cute when you were younger,” he mused, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. “What happened now?”

The comment caught you off guard for a second, but you quickly recovered, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I grew up, obviously. Not everyone stays stuck in their juvenile phase like you.”

“Ouch.” Seungmin placed a hand over his heart dramatically. “That one actually stung a little.”

“I’m surprised you even have a heart to sting.”

His smile faltered for a moment, but only long enough for you to notice. Then, it was back in full force, mischievous as ever. “Maybe I lost it somewhere around the time you decided to stop being fun.”

You scoffed, unable to stop yourself from grinning at the ridiculousness of his statement. “I was never ‘fun’ to begin with, according to you.”

“Oh, come on, don’t sell yourself short. You used to laugh at my jokes at least.”

“That’s because they were actually funny back then.”

Seungmin leaned closer, resting his elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand, studying you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. “Nah, I think you just liked me more when we were younger.”

You froze, your heartbeat picking up despite your best efforts to stay composed. “Liked you more? I never liked you to begin with.”

“Sure, sure.” He waved his hand dismissively. “Denial is a powerful thing.”

“You’re delusional.”

“I’m realistic.”

“You’re exhausting.”

“And yet, here I am, sitting with you.” He paused, glancing at your laptop. “Doing what? Research for that paper due in… what? Three hours?”

You glared at him, mostly because he was right. “How do you even know about that?”

“Maybe I pay more attention to you than you think.”

His voice had softened just a touch, and you hated how it made your stomach flip. You looked away, back at your screen, trying to ignore the sudden warmth creeping into your cheeks.

“And maybe you’re just obsessed with being a know-it-all,” you shot back, though the edge had disappeared from your tone.

Seungmin chuckled, leaning back on his hands. “Maybe I am. But at least I’m not boring.”

“Boring?” You turned to him, indignant. “I’m not boring.”

“You kind of are now,” he teased, his grin widening. “All serious and studious. What happened to the girl who used to throw paper balls at me in class?”

“She realized you weren’t worth the effort.”

“Ah, so now I’m not worth the effort?”

You groaned, exasperated. “Why do you always twist everything I say?”

“Because it’s fun. And because you make it so easy.” He shot you a playful wink.

You rolled your eyes again, but this time, you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. You hated how easily he could do that—turn your irritation into something lighter, almost… fun.

For a moment, neither of you said anything, the teasing fading into a more comfortable silence. It was strange how quickly the banter could shift into something that felt a little more meaningful, a little more real. But that was how it always was with Seungmin—constantly riding the line between enemies and something else. Something you couldn’t quite define.

“Anyway,” he said after a beat, his voice quieter now, “I think you’ve got this paper under control. You always do.”

You blinked at him, surprised by the genuine note in his voice. “What, no sarcastic comment? No smart remark?”

“I have layers, you know.” He smirked, but there was a warmth in his eyes that hadn’t been there a moment ago.

“You’re still annoying,” you muttered, but it lacked any real bite.

“And you’re still cute, even if you won’t admit it.”

You felt your heart stutter at his words, your face heating up involuntarily. “Seungmin, I swear—”

“What? You can’t take a compliment?” He grinned, but his gaze lingered a little too long on you, making your breath catch.

This was new territory. You’d always bickered like this, always danced around each other with playful insults and sarcastic jabs. But something about the way he was looking at you now felt different—like there was something unspoken hanging between you, waiting for one of you to acknowledge it.

You swallowed hard, breaking eye contact. “I can take a compliment. Just… not from you.”

“Liar,” he said softly, his voice closer now.

You glanced at him, only to realize how close he had leaned in. You could see the little details of his expression—the slight curl of his lips, the warmth in his eyes. Your heart raced, and for a split second, you thought he might actually kiss you.

But then, as quickly as the moment came, it was gone. Seungmin leaned back, a smirk back in place as if nothing had happened.

“You know where to find me if you ever miss my jokes again,” he said, getting up and stretching lazily.

You bit back a smile, watching as he walked away, his presence lingering even after he was out of sight.

Maybe, just maybe, you had liked him more when you were younger. And maybe, you still did.

listen listen listen

i just want soft seungmin

everything is dom seungmin, rough seungmin, kinda mean seungmin —

where is soft fluffy seungmin?!

*bangs fists on table*