Seventeen One-Shots

A Light in the Rain: Dokyeom x Reader

The rain drummed relentlessly against the windowpane, its rhythm a stark contrast to the muffled silence that blanketed the small café. Inside, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint scent of pastries, creating a comforting cocoon against the dreary weather outside. Y/N sat alone at a corner table, her gaze fixed on the window as if the rain could somehow wash away the heaviness in her heart.

Her fingers curled around a steaming cup of chamomile tea, the warmth of the mug seeping into her cold hands, but it did little to ease the chill inside. She'd come here hoping for a respite from the noise of her thoughts, seeking solace in the monotony of the rain and the familiarity of the café's dimly lit ambiance.

As she sipped her tea, a burst of laughter and a cheerful voice cut through the gloom. Y/N glanced up, her eyes meeting those of a young man who had just entered the café. His presence seemed to ignite a spark in the otherwise muted atmosphere. He was impossibly bright, with a smile that seemed to defy the rain outside and a demeanour that exuded an infectious warmth.

Lee Seokmin, or "Dokyeom" as he preferred, made his way to the counter, greeting the barista with a cheerful banter that seemed to momentarily lift the somber air in the room. He was a familiar face, a regular at the café, known for his boundless energy and ever-present optimism. Today, though, his demeanour was particularly striking—his bright eyes and easy grin seemed almost like a beacon in the dreariness.

Dokyeom collected his coffee and scanned the room, his gaze falling on Y/N. For a moment, their eyes met, and something unspoken passed between them—a recognition, perhaps, or an acknowledgment of the shared solitude amidst the rain. Dokyeom's smile widened, and with a nod in her direction, he made his way toward her table.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked, his voice warm and inviting.

Y/N hesitated, but there was something about his genuine kindness that made it difficult to refuse. She shook her head, motioning for him to sit. "No, it's free."

Dokyeom settled into the chair across from her, his presence seeming to fill the space with a gentle energy. "I'm Dokyeom," he introduced himself, offering a friendly smile.

"Y/N," she replied quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Dokyeom's eyes softened as he looked at her. "I've seen you here before. You always seem to come in when it's raining. Is it your favourite weather?"

Y/N shrugged, taking another sip of her tea. "I guess. It's... quiet."

"Yeah," Dokyeom agreed, his gaze thoughtful. "Rain does have a way of making things feel a little more peaceful, doesn't it?"

They lapsed into a comfortable silence, the kind that felt rare but welcome. Dokyeom seemed to understand that Y/N wasn't quite ready for elaborate conversation, yet he stayed, his presence a steadying influence. Occasionally, he'd glance out the window, then back at Y/N, as if trying to read her thoughts through her expressions.

Minutes ticked by, and the café gradually filled with more patrons seeking refuge from the downpour. Dokyeom's cheerful demeanour didn't waver; he chatted with the barista, occasionally laughing at a shared joke. Despite the busy atmosphere, his attention never strayed too far from Y/N.