teacher - seungmin x reader

- twenty four-

"you fucked up." chan sighs into the phone, running a hand through his messy hair and glancing at sana, who was too busy picking out a dress to overhear their conversation.

"i know, i know. but i want to fix this. i just dont know how." seungmin mumbles, leaning his forehead against his bedroom door in agony.

"i dont know how youll fix this either. whyd you have to suck momos soul out of her neck? and why dont u just fucking tell y/n the truth?" chan whispers into the phone, trying to remain discreet depsite ducking into a row of frilly dresses when sana perked her head up to look for him.

"its not that easy." she could turn me down. "it could ruin our friendship." itll never be the same and i cant live knowing she isnt mine.

"well, youre asking for advice. i say grow a pair. tell her." chan grumbles.

"fine. is she there with you?" seungmin sighs, sitting on the edge of his bed and gripping onto his knee with his free hand.

"even if she was, theres no way youre fucking doing this over the phone," the older groans, in disbelief over his younger friend's insensitivity.

"right. i just wish there was a way for me to show her how i feel rather than me saying it out loud."

"then why dont you? buy her flowers or something."chan suggests, pretending to look at a dress with interest when sana passed him by.

"flowers? thats so lame. i want something big." seungmin complained, attention falling to the stack of merch on his desk.

"hey, flowers are-"

"actually, i'll call you back. thanks." seungmin hung up, throwing his phone on the bed and making his way towards the day6 album that lay among his hooks, turning it over and examining it with interest.

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"that looks pretty." hyunjin cooed appreciatively, nudging felix awake with his elbow.

"yea. its blue." the younger lazily lifted his arm for a thumbs up before turning over on the couch and continuing to doze off.

"thats what you said for every single dress, hyunnie." you complained, turning away from the mirror to look at him accusingly.

"but its true! all the dresses look really good on you. but that one makes you look even prettier." hyunjin smiled at you, opening his arms and beckoning you forward for a hug.

you move forward as much as the dress allowed, sighing with a smile when hyunjin made grabby hands and pouted. he wrapped his arms around your middle, fingers playing with the frilly lace around your dress. 

"i just want to look nice." you sigh, resting your hand on his blonde hair and ruffling it. 

"you'll look nice wearing anything! even if you were naked." hyunjin smiles at you, his eyes disappearing into his cheeks. 

your neck warms at his comment and his smile suddenly turns awkward. 

"n-no i didn't mean like that-" hyunjin groans, burying his face against the skirt of your dress. 

you laugh and shake your head, playing with the hair on his neck. "its okay, i understand what you mean, hyunnie." 

he fucking loved it when you called him that special nickname, made his heart beat faster and cheeks warm. especially when you'd give that cute little smile after saying it, as if he was constantly doing something dumb. which sounded accurate. no, he didnt LIKE you or anything, he just wanted to see you happy and wanted to hug you and hold you and sure, maybe he thought about you a little too much but no big deal, right? so what if his heart would flutter every time your fingers brushed against his skin? that was normal.