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45. SVT DK - Say yes

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member: seokmin

genre: angst + fluff

warnings: n/a

word count: 1900

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Seokmin slowly sits up in bed, glancing at his phone to check the time.

The beds in the room across from his are empty and unmade, and the ruckus further down the hall indicates that their owners are out in the living room, most likely fighting over the TV remote from the faint whining he hears.

He runs a tired hand through his tousled hair, pushing back his fringe only to have it flop back into place, poking his eye in the process.

He's absolutely exhausted. His eyelids are heavy with the desire to sleep. and the skin around his eyes burn from being rubbed sore by his sweater sleeves.

He still needs to get up though, they have a photoshoot today, and the fact that the members let him sleep in longer than usual is enough encouragement to coax him out of bed.

He slips out of the bedroom silently, slowly trudging to the unoccupied bathroom. The nearby members smile softly at him, but he can't find the energy to smile back, so he nods instead. He enters the bathroom, shutting the door behind him with a thud.

A wave of guilt washes over Seokmin when he looks into the bathroom mirror, his eyes puffy, the skin around them pink from being rubbed sore the previous night.

The stylists are going to have to put in extra effort into applying his makeup, and are going to have questions.

Questions that Seokmin doesn't have the answers to.

He washes his face with cool water, soothing the soreness and swelling under his eyes, and combs out the tangles in his hair. He doesn't bother to change out of his sweats and hoodie; they're going to change at the salon, so there's really no point.

As he's brushing his teeth he hears his name called through the door, and he opens it as he's bent over the sink rinsing his mouth.

He stands and reaches for his towel hanging off the side of the counter and wipes his mouth dry, then finally turns to Jeonghan, who's watching him carefully from the doorway.

"Seokmin-ah. Are you feeling okay?" A slight frown forms on the elder's face, and Seokmin feels apologetic for being the cause.

"I'm..." Seokmin breathes, "just a little... tired."

"You need to take care of yourself," Jeonghan sighs, digging a granola bar out of the pocket of his hoodie. He places it in Seokmin's hand, shaking his head. "I know it's been tough lately, but do it for (F/N)'s sake. She'd be worried if she saw you like this."

Seokmin tenses at the mention of your name and mumbles a quiet 'thank you' before slipping past the elder, returning to his bedroom.

He picks his bag off the floor and places it onto the bed, prepared to leave when called for. He sighs and throws himself back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

He reaches blindly for his phone, pulling the charger out of its port, and presses his home button. He's met with his home screen, a picture of him pressing a kiss to your cheek while you smiled brightly. He smiles softly at the memory, heart sinking.

He's surprised to feel the bed sink beside him, and sits up, shoving his phone into the pocket of his hoodie.

"Hyung..." Seokmin greets, averting his eyes from Seungcheol's concerned gaze.