#Jeongin plot twist

[hyukaphobicsworld]

In red we trust

⚠️WARNING⚠️

This will not be like my other drabbles. This book is for mature audiences only. Please know this book is only for imagination and is not based on true or wanting events. Thank you

Second warning(s): Deadpool!felix x Harley Quinn!afab reader, enemies to lovers, controlling, murder, blood, fear kink, oral sex (female receiving), Felix hitting it from the back, Felix is really a bit perverted, samurai/killer Felix, slight misogyny in the beginning (Felix learns his lesson), cheating, masturbation (no cumming), humiliation kink, Dacryphilia, leaving marks on each other, grinding, cussing, and weapons, strong ass pull out gang!!!! (TELL ME IF I MISS ANYTHING!!)

Note: Guys, I have no idea what I’m yapping about. I really don’t know a thing about Harley Quinn nor Deadpool (I know more about Harley Quinn than Deadpool) They most likely won’t act exactly like the character nor be even

He runs around and swing his trusty swords through all of them. One by one, they all fall down with nothing but scars as the last piece of evidence. None of this is a joke to him, none of this is funny to him. He takes this serious. He gets people behind him, in front of him, and beside him.

The leader, boss, can only stand there confused. He sees all of his men be taken down by one dude in red. A man who is incredibly powerful. But not physically like Felix. Felix believes that that is all that matters. The physical power and what you can do with it. Not the controlling power.

The leader sits there in shock when there is no man left of his. He’s scared and is only left to think, “Who is the foe in all black and red, two swords on his back and an intimidating mask down his face? And how the hell is he so good at fighting?” Felix starts walking towards the leader and the leader backs up until his back was pressed against the cold wall behind him

“Who are you?!” The leader aggressively asked. “State yourself?!”

Felix slowly pulled off his mask and smirked at the shocked man’s face. “The names Deadpool.” He said in deep, alarming, and intimidating voice. Nothing scared the leader more. “Is that yo-“ were his last words before Felix quickly brought out the gun and shot him. Leaving nothing but dead people on the ground for evidence. He rolled his eyes and put his mask right back on. He starts whistling while walking out into the hall. He trips over one of the bodies and stumbles. “Woah! Excuse you!” He throws his arms up in the air. He was talking to the person he brutally murdered with his swords, actions as if they were still alive and they did that on purpose. Felix walked down to the dead man and kneeled. “So you really aren’t even going to excuse yourself? Jeez, people these days.” He rolled his eyes while chuckling to himself. “I’m sorry, Deadpool!” Felix said, making the dead person’s lip move in sync to his voice.

“Yo!” You scream from across the hall. Felix looks back and tilts his head in confusion. You looked like nothing but a shadowy figure to him. He snickered to himself when his vision got cleared and saw it was nothing but a woman with a metal baseball bat in her hands. He got up and wiped his hands. “Who are you? I don’t want you ending up like…” He pointed at all the dead people all over the floor and shrugged his shoulders. “Plus,” he started, putting his hands behind his back and standing from on his heels and back on his toes. “I don’t like to fight women. Why do that when we both know who will win this fight?”

You snickered. Of course, you’re a woman and he’s a man which obviously means he’s better and has to go easy on you. What a pathetic view on women. You pointed your bat at him and closed on of your eyes. “Seems like you got all the work here done. So all I need you top do is step aside, toots!” You smiled and wiggled your head back and forth, causing your pigtails to move. Felix stops moving and stands still. “No can do, pink. You see, I have this whole-“ He started but you couldn’t stand his blabbering. You ran towards him with your bat swinging up.

“Well damn, couldn’t let me finish?” He asked, sarcastically. He pulled out his blade and ran up to you too. When he got close enough, he swung and missed. You jumped from the left wall to the right wall and landed your whole body weight on his shoulders. He moved around and placed his hands on your thighs while grunting. “You look eatable from the view right here.” He tried to joke. You rolled your eyes and picked the pistol out your pocket and spined it around your finger before shooting him in the neck. He fell to the ground and so did you.

Felix holds his neck, trying to stop the blood from coming out. You clicked your tongue at him and found some type of wire with on the ground. He’s going to die anyways. What’s the point in tying him up? “Well,” you begin, wiping off your hands, “It was nice to meet you, Mr…” You paused, trying to catch his name. But all that came out of his mouth was gurgling sounds. You chuckled and walked off with your bat on your shoulders and your arms wrapping around it.

You walk into the room where the leader and all of his men were murdered. You whistled. He did all of this? Couldn’t have done it alone. You could. But, with the way you easily defeated him, no way he did it by himself. You laughed and took the little paper you had in the back of your shorts and punched in the numbers to the code. But it didn’t work. The hell? You could have sworn these were the numbers the man told you last week? Even after you killed all of his colleagues right in front of him, he still lied. “Well played chubby desk dude, well played.” You said to yourself. Before you even got to punch in the numbers again, you heard light foot step and you immediately swinged you back to see.. that dude in the red again?

How? You just shot him, but no time to stop and think! He’s already coming at you with a sword. “Didn’t think I would just let you do that to me so easily, did you pink?” He snickered and you kicked his leg, but he didn’t budge, still trying to cut your waist. You managed to jump over his blade and kick his face while you were up in the air. His body stood still but his face trembled a bit, causing you to get a good look at his neck. What the hell? You don’t even see the bullet wound! It’s like you just didn’t shoot him with a gun! When you landed back on the ground, you dropped your bat. You did a backbend into a flip behind you to get your bat back. “Oh, you’re flexible! I like that, pink!” You knocked one of his blades out his hand with the bat. “How the hell did you not die?!” You asked, still trying to hit him. He laughed and grabbed his blade back. “Because I’m a ghosssttt!” He said, trying to intimidate the voice of a ghost. Jesus he was annoying.

You growled and ran to hit him with your bat but he got you before you could get him. He sliced you thigh which cause you to lose balance, but still have you up in the air. Though you were landing right for him, he catches you. He look at you for a second too long. Staring at you and yur body down before he threw you against the wall harshly. You groaned and got back up. “Still not tired, pink?” He asked. “Never, red!” You ran and he went up, so you went down. You slid across the floor and kicked his calf. He fell straight to the ground while you got your bat back. You quickly got up before him and swung the bat across his face, making him lie right back down. “Now stay down, red!” You yelled at him. You put in the numbers again and it did open this time. You smiled, this is what pudding wanted! But when you opened it, there was nothing but a sticky note with “haha” written in a dark red. It was him! You look and he wasn’t on the ground anymore, he was on the widow, about to jump. He looked back to you and smirked. “The names Deadpool, pink!” He laughed and jumped out the window. And although this was a high building, none of his bones broke when he reached the concrete. Who the hell is he? And why is he so invincible yet sexy?

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Another day of unexpected catastrophes. Mr. J is going to be upset when you tell him one dude dressed in red and black from head to toe, heavy handed, deep voiced, small waist, sexy, swift moevment fighter snatched the information he needed right from your hands. What will you say then? That you were too distracted by trying to keep your legs tied together from the warmth that you could feel going on in your core? Or the fact you only stayed for longer than you needed to because you were trying to see what he looked like without the mask? If he sounded that sexy, he had to have been sexier without the mask.

No Harley! You have Pudding! You have joker! Sure, he’s leaving you alone very often but expects you to do the above and beyond for him. I mean you had to go through all that work and get can’t even get you a can of pineapples from the store without complaining! Ugh! But he is still your boyfriend! So if you even thought about red while simultaneously sneaking your hand down your underwear, fingering yourself because of the way he grabbed you and threw you, you are a disgusting monster. But here you are, doing exactly what you didn’t want to do. Disgusting monster.

You touch yourself to only the thought of him as your lips opened agape and let out tiny whimpers. You could feel the tense tension when you first saw him. Though you can’t tell his facial expressions (because of the whole mask thing) you wanted him anyways. His voice so deep and sexy. Calling you pink and his sarcastic and funny remarks. God, he was so annoyingly sexy. Your fingers went faster when you remember the grip on he had on you. Forgetting the moments he hurt you and replacing them with the pleasurable moments is something you just learned to develop with Joker. You were already gripping your bedsheets and then you remember his words, “Oh, you’re flexible! I like that, pink.” sends you through the roof, almost getting you to cum.

“Honey! I’m home!” Were all the words you needed to hear to throw you off your game. Great. Your not even horny anymore

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This time, you have a new location. Joker wasn’t so happy when he found out you were not able to get the first one. He mumbled off something with the words of “have to do everything by myself again.” Which was infuriating to you because he never did any work. But, nevertheless, that’s your pudding and you love him. Now, time to get information again. The riddler won’t stop himself in the act and it is anything for your pudding, am I right?

This time, you come prepared in case of any distractions. You got greanades, baseball bat, pistol, snare trap, and you personal favorite, Jack in the box! (A distraction tool.) You are unstoppable. Not another man in your mind, no one in your way, you feel greatly confident. Who wouldn’t when your you?

You get into your car and tap on your speaker that connects you to Joker. “I’m on my way pudding. I’ma make you proud,” You said while smiling. “You better.” He said back. You turn it off and get ready to drive down the location you panned to stop at.

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You made it there. But this time, it was full of people. Yes! Finally, you get to get some credit into doing something. They all started charging at you like a bunch of humans chasing a rat. Can you really blame them? A girl with crazy clown makeup, two pigtails, and a baseball bat comes in when it specifically said “NO WEAPONS!!”. But, you still kick there ass. Your bat swings across their heads and they all get taken out.

Your gymnastic skills coming in handy from time to time. That’s when more started to come. But it seems like they were running away then actually running towards you. You ignored it and kicked every single one of their asses. Throwing your bat all around. Getting people from the bathrooms, meeting rooms and even elevators. In which you use to get upstairs. You’re left with nothing but blood all over your body. You use the elevator to get upstairs as you whistled. And then, you saw him again. The dude from yesterday.

Red. He was there again. His facial expressions were visible through the mask and it upset you. Because you could really see when he resisted his eyebrow up. Stupid motherfucker. Why is he even here? He took your stuff yesterday and now he is here for a round two? You growled. “Hey! You gotta be fucking kidding me.” You yelled at him and he threw his arms up. “How are you not dead? You feel off a seven foot high building!”

“Nice to see you too, pink.” He laughed and took out his swords. “But this time, I really need you to go away.” He squints his eyes and talking a little louder so his voice isn’t muffled behind that stupid mask. Stupid fucking mask. What does he look like without it? Seriously, he better be drop-dead ugly so you don’t feel bad when you kill him. “If anything, you were in my w-“ you were about to finish your sentence till he threw a tiny knife out his pocket and threw it straight at you until you caught it. “Well that was just rude.” You rolled your eyes and threw the pocket knife at the wall.

You took out your bat and started dashing at him again just like yesterday. He came toward you as well as both came in a baseball to sword competition. It was insane. He was just like you. He looked so brittle and fragile. That was only because he was so skinny. But he was just as strong, coordinated and unpredictable as you. Both use humor, both really good with weapons but there is something about, and that is that he will not die. You can’t brush it off. He is almost as invincible as you.

“Harley!” You heard coming from your earpiece. When you tried to reach for it, Felix kicked your bat out of you hand and your ear piece out your ear. “Damn it!” You said and Felix pushed you to the ground. He won this time. Felix put his foot on your back and grabbed your pigtails, pulling them back. “Okay, pink. Let me ask you this, w-“ Before he talks you spit on his mask. He stood for a bit then wiped the spit off. When he did, he wiped it off with two fingers. He made you open your mouth and put his two fingers in your mouth back where your spit belonged. He chuckled as he watched you be defeated by him, yet you still let him torture you. You are literally choking on his fingers with your spit clogged down your mouth yet this is the hottest thing that ever happened to you.

“Harley! Harley, babe! You still there?” Joker called out. The ear pierce played out loud now that it wasn’t in your ear anymore. Felix chuckled darkly and took his fingers out of your mouth. He looked over at you and raised a brow. “That’s you name, isn’t it pink? Or, I’m sorry, Harley.” You could only glare at him, not wanting to say a word back out of humiliation and shame. “Pretty, thing.” He said, caressing your cheek.

“He said babe, didn’t he? That’s your boyfriend? You have a boyfriend?” He asked, deepening his voice with every question asked. And again, you could only glare at him, but he knew what your glare meant. “He is, isn’t he? And here I was wishing you were single.” With his foot still on your back, he smashed the ear piece. The only way for you to communicate or even go back to Joker.

You were upset, that was hot at first, but now, this is just unessecary. You set your palms on the floor and used your arms to lift you up. You kicked him off your back and made him fall to the ground. You walked on your hands to be your bat back and when you did, you stood back on your feet. Felix got up and started stretching. “You are so flexible, Harley. You don’t know how much that turns me on.” He chuckled. He brought out his other sword and he smirked. He started whistling but you noticed his legs were opened widely. If you squeezed yourself small enough, you could kick his ass. So you did. You slide across the floor and went between his legs, then used your bat to hit his dick.

When he fell on his knees, holding his crotch, you were about to leave to find the information you originally came for, but you couldn’t. Not without knowing one question at least. What does he look like? You needed to get your information quickly and find some type of way to get to Joker but your curiosity got the best of you. You slowly walked up to him and laid him over on his back. Before he could even protest, you got on his lap.

“Shut up!” You yelled at him and he growled. But he did as you said, he stayed shut. His hands were free, he could stop you anytime if he wanted to. He could throw you, punch you, hell he could make you choke on his fingers again, but he didn’t. He didn’t move a damn muscle. You quickly reached for his mask and snatched it off his face. Jesus he was so fucking hot.

He had pink lips and a well defined jawline. It was sharp and noticeable. This he had pink plump lips that were covered in sweat, but he licked it off with his lips. His nose was round but pointy at the same time. And his hair blonde with the tips dyed red. Red was a real good nickname for him. He grunted in defeat, just like you were but this time he did do something with his hands. His hands landed straight on your waist. Your reactiveness called and lied his hands down on his wrists before giving him a look, almost for consent. He pushed your hips back a bit further to the point where you were on his hard dick. He was excessively hard to the point where you gasped as you felt his dick.

He rolled his hips and moaned at the cause of any friction on his dumb cock. But he was hot when he threw his head back, showing more of his Adams apple. “Oh yeah, pink. Just like that” He said in his dep voice, This time, you heard his original accent. You knew it was wrong. You were in love with Joker but god you were horny. And Joker wasn’t giving you this type of satisfaction in bed.

He unzipped his pants and let his cock spring out of his pants. You gulped at his length. Not even Joker got this hard in the bed. “If you want to.” He whispered to you and you cleared your throat. Well, this is an obvious answer. No.

“Yes.” You said, grabbing his cock and start licking the tip. What are you doing? Of course you should stop but his sweet moans make you want to keep going. He’s like a bitch in heat who hasn’t been fucked yet. You started taking his full length down your throat and he groaned, holding your head still as he started to fuck your mouth. “Oh fuck. Stay just like that Harl.” He said, there goes a new nickname. His sexy deep voice mixed with Australian accent keeps sending vibrations in a place you don’t want to talk about.

Felix lets out his last grunt before coming all in your mouth. Nothing but long, white sperm dripping from your mouth. You looked up at him and he looked back up at you. Both of your eyes landed on each others lips and you got pulled into a heated make out session. Both of your tongues attacking one another’s. You both moaned into the kiss as you saw his cock getting harder. He started to make his way down your your neck and left marks all over your neck as you moaned. “Red, re-“ He cut you off and put a hand on your mouth. “Felix. I’m Felix.” He actually said his name. He might be getting too comfortable.

“So short. Wanted’ to rip them off since I first saw you.” He confesses, referring to your shorts. His voice went deeper and deeper the more he complimented you. They were some booty shorts that you wore for gymnastics. Leather and black just how you liked it. His hands snuck down to your shorts and rubbed the his hands down the silk.

With at least two swift movements, he was right on top of you. “So pretty, Harl.” He said again and slowly started to aggressively pull your tiny shorts down. Then, your pink laced panties. “Oh god” he growled and leaned his face towards your cunt. He took one quick swipe with his tongue on your cunt and your back arched up. He was so pussy-whipped for a girl that he just known yesterday. Good thing you are too.

He kept licking you up and down, eating you until there was no oxygen left in your lungs. Your gripped on his hair, pulling his face down harder. “Oh shit. Felix!” You moaned out which encouraged him to eat you more. He swirls his tongue just the way you loved, making you buck your hips against his plump lips and wet tongue.

Your legs started to close up on his head, letting him know you were almost close. But he kept moving your legs, not allowing them to close up on his head. “Stay still, bitch.” He growled. He was just so nice and giving you all these compliments, but now you’re the bitch? Great. And although you should be kicking him off you, you moaned louder. “I’m gonna cum, please!” You begged, not even know what you were begging for. It’s like you were having a stroke. Just spilling words out. He rubs your thighs and fingered you while sucking your clit.

She rolled her eyes back and came all over his fingers. You panted on the floor, catching your breath after the impassioned moment. He got up and sucked his two fingers with your cum slowly, and you watched him. You watched him lick your cum clean off his fingers. “Fuck..” You blurt out as your body collapses on the floor.

You just cheated on your boyfriend with a dude who you were trying to murder to get out your way yesterday. What the actual fuck are you doing. You pulled up your shorts to which Felix was confused to. “Hey, I’m not do-“ before he could finish, you kicked him in his face and booked it, running straight to the file room. And you have to admit, it is impressive how well Felix can take out so many men with two swords and maybe a gun. Because all of your work downstairs, was an easy blow. But it’s just like yesterday when you walked into the file room. Nothing but dead men with sword wounds on their back, head or for some odd reason, their pelvis. Questionable, but it gets the job done.

“Shit, shit, shit!” You cuss to yourself. Felix broke your ear piece and now you have no idea what to do when you get to the file room. You don’t know if you were supposed to unlock some secret code or anything. Fuck. “God, what the fuck do I do?” You cursed at yourself.

“How about not kick me when I give you the chance to cum next time?” You heard a familiar voice from behind you. No, of course it’s not Joker. You wish. It’s Felix. You turn around and back up slowly as he approaches you. “I was being nice to you, pink. I thought you were a sweet girl. Why are you so mean to me?” You kept walking back till your back hit the cold wall that made your back arch.

“I have a boyfriend.” You stated. “You knew that because you asked me, and I responded.” “Didn’t seem like you did a few minutes ago.” God he was so cocky, you wanted to punch him. You wanted to punch him for being right. Because, to be logical, you just sucked a dudes dick and then let him eat you out, knowing damn well you have a boyfriend. “Yeah, that’s the problem, Felix! I have a boyfriend!” “You have a boyfriend but you’re confused on why I’m doing better than him, right?” Yeah, that it. You punching him for being right, starting now.

You threw a straight punch, aiming for his face but he caught it just in time. He turned around and bent you over the table, leaving your arms behind your back. “Am. I. Right?” He asked, emphasizing each word. As much as you tried to squirm out of his touch, it was no use. “Yes..” you were confused on how a dude who was trying to kill you yesterday is better at fucking you with his tongue than the man you have been dating for 6 years now.

He sneaks his hand down the curve of your ass, then down your cunt that was soaking. “May I?” He asked, insisting that he was asking for your consent to fuck you. He was a cold blooded samurai, but he wasn’t a rapist. Good to know. “Yes.” You said, clearly. So clear, in fact, he raced to pull down your shorts again and take out his cock. “I’ll pull out, I promise.” His voice was so sincere considering what he just did to you. He leaned down and kissed your soft neck, distracting you from the face he was slipping his cock inside you right now.

You moaned when you felt it inside you. It was hard enough to take on your mouth, but it’s ten time harder to take him inside you. You gripped his arm and he griped your hips tighter. He slowly let you adjust to his size. “You got it. You can take it.” He reassured you as you whimpered and whined.

As soon as you fully adjusted to his size. He moved at a faster rhythm. His hips were so well coordinated with his thrusts, making it soft but pleasurable. But it didn’t seem like Felix could go that far with slow sex, because he immediately went faster. Not wasting any time and fucking you into the desk. You moaned loudly since you just got used to his size and he’s already fucking you like a dog in heat. You scraped the desk and moaned. “Oh shit, fuck.” You moaned. He grabbed both of your pigtails and pulled them back, causing your fucked out expression to show.

Felix laughs. “Oh, Harl. You’re so pretty.” He looked at you cry and wiped the tears all over your face. “Look so pretty when you cry.” He leans down and sucks your neck again as he hits your g-spot as well. It was like being overstimulated over and over again. You screamed at how good he was fucking you. He grabbed your tits, hair, face, he was touching you all over. “You’re so pretty, pink.” He said against your neck. “I’d choke you if you didn’t have a choker on right now.” You couldn’t tell if he was joking or being serious, but the pleasure didn’t want to make you find out.

“I’m gonna cum!” You moaned and he started groaning loudly. “Me too. Fuck, cum with me.” He said, pinning your hand on the desk. It only took a few more thrusts before you both came. And just like he promised, Felix pulled out just in time, cumming all over your back. “Holy shit, that was awesome.” Felix said, before you even got to get a word out, you heard someone in the halls. “Harley! Harley! Pudding!” Shit! Joker was here! “Damn it.” Your cursed and immediately pulled your shorts back up as Felix put his cock away. “I have an idea. Let me see your thingy.” Felix said and took your pocket knife and started to cut all around his body. “What the hell are you doing?! Doesn’t that hurt?!” You asked him, he wasn’t even hissing or groaning at the pain.

“Like hell. I need to cut you.” “Wait wha-“ before you could protest, he was cutting your legs, arm and even your cheek. It definitely made it look believable that you guys were fighting than fucking. “Okay, now you need to look dead.” You to,d him and he shrugged his shoulders. “Easy.” He takes the pocket knife and stabs his neck, just like how you did the first time. “Felix!” You whispered to him, trying to make sure Joker couldn’t hear you. “Lix! Dumbass! Why would you do that! I said fake!” You dropped to your knees as he dropped to the floor. “It wasn’t obvious from the first time you met me, doll? I’m mortal! I don’t die. I’ll see you soon, pink. I’ll see you soon. Now get off the floor and stop showing compassion for me or else your boyfriend will know we did something.” He managed to gurgle out and you laughed. Always found how to be funny in the wrong times.

Felix eyes closed and you got up. When you walked out into the hallway, you saw him, you saw Joker.

“Jeongin!” You ran to him and hugged him, acting like you didn’t just let another man fuck you. Jeongin held you back, picking you off the floor and spinning you around. He looked at all your fake ass scars and runs his finger through the cut on your cheek. “Your okay, right Harley?” Oh yeah, you were more than okay. You were fucked out of your mind. But you just nodded. “I’m alright pudding!”

“I’m sorry I made you do this alone. You made sure everyone was gone?” He asked you, always making sure you did all the work. “The job is done.” You told him, smiling. “Let’s get going then.” He pecked your lips and you pecked his back. He held your hand as you walked with your pudding.

In the car, you felt something weird on the back of your thigh. You look to see what it was and it was a note. “Call me, pink. ***(***)****” Seriously. How did he even manage to do that? “Jeongin, I love you.”

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Crazy plot twist that Jeongin was actually joker 🤪🤪. I’m like sooooooo smartt to do thattttt. Anyways, tell me if I should make another one. This actually took way longer, so I hope it’s worth the wait! Good night, morning, or afternoon! (It’s 12 am for me rn)

#stray kids smut #lee felix #lee felix smut #felix smut #plot twist bitch #I’m still in love with my cheating smuts 🤪🤪 #Jeongin plot twist #Joker #Harley Quinn #Deadpool

[multifandomkpop3]

Harmonies Across Borders

(THIS STORY WILL BE PUBLISHED ON WATTPAD)

Link here

Warnings: Sexual content, smoking, partying, underage drinking, smut, hardcore language(sometimes), mentions of homophobic slurs, Cursing, Mature content, protected and unprotected intercourse, mxm intercourse, pet name (It there are ones I forgot I deeply apologize)

Main: Kim Y/n

Love Interest/s: Yunho And Yeonjun

Birthplace: Los Angeles, California

School: Seoul Academy of Creativity and Excellence (SACE)

Old school: Westside Heights High School

Languages: English and Korean

Side: Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yeoseong, San, Wooyoung, Mingi, Jongho

Side ships: Woosan, Yungi, Matz

Summary: Kim Y/n gets a call while she's at her practice studio in LA, her hometown. What came from this random phone call was not something she expected but was overjoyed to be hearing.

One phone call has now landed her in her dream school in Seoul, Korea, as an assistant choreographer and student.

During her time there, she experiences many hardships and good memories. She also finds love in relationships, places, friendships, and other things. The question is, will they all last?

Chapters:

One : The Call

Two : Move In Day

Three

Four

Five

#ateez #stray kids #txt #enhypen #woosan #oc #love #drama #conflict #smut #mxm #fxm #plot twist #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #San #wooyoung #mingi #jongho #bang chan #lee know #changbin #han jisung #seungmin #jeongin #txt taehyun #hyunjin #Kai

[rubber-ducky143]

"Horror Story"

I was bored out of my mind, I'm sorry but I'm kinda here for it :3

WARNINGS: Blood/Gore, Little bit of fluff at the end, nothing more I can think of

(Some of this feats. Yeji from Itzy)

Word count: {Actual story→2873} (23 pages according to Docs)

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Chapter 1

It was a day like no other. Boring. Just sitting in the living room, watching YouTube or a show that’s been repeated so many times you’d think he’d be able to tell the entire story line. He could, of course. It was his favorite show after all. 

Time passed slower than a long day at school. It felt like hours had gone by when it was just barely 20 minutes. With a sigh, Jin got up, slightly annoyed that this day was so slow. Thinking of what to do, he decided to go read. A horror book. Not ‘Time for Andrew’ by Mary Downing Hahn, though he loved that book, it wasn’t the right level of creepiness he was feeling. He wanted something with gore and 10 foot tall monsters that jumpscared you to death. He wouldn’t normally read something like that, it’d give him nightmares. Nightmares that felt so real. The rain stinging his face. The cold wind wrapping around him like an ice blanket. After some time passed by of reading a book, Jin got up, stretched and checked the time. The taunting numbers read ``12:37 pm``.

Only 2 hours. Which should’ve seemed like a lot, but, with how today was going, it felt too little. He hated slow things. Slow walkers, slow talkers, slow days, slow drivers. He couldn’t stand them. Deciding it was almost lunch time (more so past lunch time), he went to his small, cottage-like yet modern kitchen. He made a small sandwich with the bread, lettuce, and turkey he had left from weeks ago. He climbed to his bed, and enjoyed his sandwich. 

Chapter 2

After eating his sandwich, his head fell to his pillow in slight exhaustion. He fell asleep. A cloud of dreams clouded his mind. That’s how he ended up here.

Chapter 3

Standing straight, eyes closed, the snow falling onto his hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes. They fluttered. A snowy, dark wood was brought to his gaze. His dark eyes darted around. Where was he? Why was he here? Was it another dream? He looked around, turned his head, his body. That’s when he saw it.

“Sir!?”

He ran over to the man, face first in the snow. He sat next to the seemingly unconscious man and turned him over. A scream filled the silent air. The man’s face. It was gone. Eye sockets empty, blood covering muscle and bone. Filled with shock, Jin stood up and clasped his hands over his mouth. Who was this man? How could this have happened? He was so buried in his thoughts he didn’t realize the many eyes of the doll-like, victorian-esque clothed, women staring at him. Wide, black smiles. Large, pitch black eyes. Like sockets without the ball. He turned his head from the dead man in front of him. “Hello?” He called out to the women. There was no response. Only silence. 

“..E-Excuse me?”

No response yet again.

He fell silent. Who were these people? Was this a joke? How was it even snowing? It was the middle of July. Idiotically, he walked closer to the tall, white faces with long black gowns peeking from the dark trees. 

Without warning.

Chapter 4

He woke up. Only this time, he wasn’t in the woods. Nor was he in his own bed. He was in someone else’s bed. A soft boy with brown eyes, peppered freckles and blonde hair looked into his eyes. “You’re awake!”

The boy exclaimed.

Jin slowly sat up as the boy backed away with a wide smile.

“Are you alright? My friend and I found you in the woods. You seem to have passed out..”

The boy asked. His smile fell when there was no answer. 

Jin realized and spoke.

“I’m fine.. But.. The woods?”

“Yes! The woods.”

“I..”

“Is something the matter?”

A moment went by. Silence. Only the small clatter of pans, likely from this boy’s friend, and the small ticking of a clock.

“No..”

Another boy came from the kitchen, holding a yummy looking steak with some green beans.

“Oh, you’re awake! Felix and I had thought you died. You were barely breathing when we found you!”

This boy joked. Felix snatched the plate from the other boy and gave it to Jin.

“Here! To warm you up! It must’ve been cold, your thin clothes were soaked when we found you and the snow almost buried you!..”

Jin took the plate of steak from the boy and tasted it. It made him want to cry. He’d never met these two boys before. But, here they were, taking him in like he was an injured, helpless bird who had lost his mother.

Tears stung Jin’s eyes. Felix had seemed to notice this. “Why are you crying..?” Felix asked, worry in his deep yet oddly soothing voice.

“You don’t know me..”

Jin started. “Yet… You still took me in and helped me..”

Felix smiled.

“Me personally, I had to beg Seungmin to help you. Luckily, he listened after a few minutes of arguing.” This brought a chuckle from Jin. Two close friends, Seungmin and Felix. Such names for such people. It suited them.

Jin finished the steak and beans before chatting with Seungmin and Felix. Hours went by as they talked in front of the warm, cozy fire. That’s when it happened again.

Jin’s head falls onto the pillow and he passes out.

Chapter 5

This time, when he woke, he was upon a throne. “Your highness, you’re awake!”

Jin heard a voice call. Who? 

“What?..”

Jin asked. Eyes half-lidded.

“Sir.. Do you not remember? You were hit in the head with a brick of some sort and just passed out in your chair..” “...A brick?” Jin asks dumb-foundly.

"Yes, your highness, a brick.” Another voice spoke. 

“And.. Who are you.?” Jin asked the two men, standing in front of him. “Your highness, did that brick hit you so hard you forgot your servants!?”

“Servants?..” “Yes! Me and Changbin, sir?”

“..Who are-” “For heaven’s sake! I’m Bang Chan!” “..Bang Chan and Changbin..” “Yes, sir. That’s us.” “Look, not trying to be weird or anything but.. You’ve got the wrong man. I’m not ‘your highness’. I’m someone else..” Bang Chan and Changbin stare at you in disbelief. Mouths hung open like a dumb-founded fish.

“But- You look like our king..” “I’m positive I d-” A mirror gets shoved into Jin’s face. What he saw staring back wasn’t his own face. Instead, it was a soft face with almond eyes, covered with dark black, shoulder length hair.

“Master Hyunjin.. Are you sure you’re not you?” “...You’re mistaken.. I am not your master.. Nor am I your king. I-.. This.. This isn’t my body.” “If you aren’t master Hyunjin then..” “I’m not sure..”

A moment of silence swept past everyone. It seemed like no one knew how to word the scrambled sentences on their tongues. How were you in your own bed, then in the woods, then in another boy’s bed, now upon a jeweled throne? None of these events made since. 

“What’s your name? If you aren’t master Hyunjin..” Changbin asked.

“I’m Jin.”

Jin started.

“Cho Jin… To be exact..” 

The boys nod and then back away.

“How did you get here?” Bang Chan asked cautiously.

“I wish I knew.. At this point, I can barely remember who I was to begin with..”

“Has this happened before? Your consciousness being put into a different vessel?” “No.. But, before I was here.. I was..” Jin explains the turn of events that led up to that very moment. The man with a blood stained face, the two boys who found him in the woods and this moment here, where 'a brick knocked him out.'

“Now that you mention it, our king did go out in the woods for a walk a few hours ago..” Bang Chan said after you had finished explaining your backstory.

“What?” Jin asks. “Yeah.. He never came back though.. Maybe it’s because-” “Are you saying Master Hyunjin’s beautiful and precious face has been torn up and now his body is being guarded by some creepy victorian ladies!?” Changbin exclaimed.

“Well- No.. But.. Now that you mention it, this body that I’m in.. Looks a lot like the boy I saw in the woods..” Jin said.

“Though his face was torn to shreds.. His body looks like this one, hair and everything..” Changbin looks as though he may start weeping at any given moment.

Thud.

Chapter 6

He wakes up. In the same vessel. “Hyunjin.”

“Again?..” Jin whispers to himself. He was on the snowy ground, in the woods. In his vision, he saw another boy who looked so much like his actual vessel you would think they were identical twins. One thing though.. Jin had no twins. He barely had a sibling. His only sibling was born when he moved out of his parent’s house.

Jin watched his own vessel spin around. “Hello?” The vessel asked.

“..Hi..” Jin croaked back

“...Your face.. It’s all..” Jin nodded without his vessel evening having to continue. His face, or, this man, Hyunjin’s, face, was all torn up. How had it happened? Not sure.

“But then.. How are you alive..? How can you see me? How are you breathing, talking..? How..” “I’m not sure. I wish I knew.. But.. Something you should know,” Jin stated and started.

Chapter 7

After Jin had explained what had happened and the events of what was going on when all he wanted was to get some sleep. His vessel spoke, asking a question.

“So you’re saying that I’m just a soulless shell of skin and you’re my soul?” “Yes. That’s exactly what I’m saying.” “...Weird.. But- If you’re my soul then how am I alive?” “Good question..”

Out of nowhere, a girl stumbled out of the woods.

Both Jin and his true vessel looked at her. She had red hair that almost went to her waist, plush cherry pink lips, almond eyes, and a subtle face structure. If they hadn’t gotten her name and a small story about her, they both would’ve thought that Hyunjin and this girl were siblings. The girl's name? Yeji. “Sorry.. Am I interrupting something?..” Both the vessel and the vesseled soul shook their heads.

“..Good.. But, you two should flee this place as quick as possible.. There’s these creep- Ah!” The girl found “Hyunjin’s” face. Torn, bloody, muscle and bone exposed. “Y-Your face.. A-Are you alright..!?”

“I’m fine..” “A-Are you sure..?” “Mhm. Positive.”

Jin said in an unapproving tone.

“..Okay.. Anyways, you two should get out of here.. These creepy victorian ladies are going on a rampage and practically killing everyone in si-”

A head hit the ground. 

Chapter 8

After what seemed like endless hours of walking through a dark tunnel, he woke. “Ah, you’re awake! I thought you had died!” A voice exclaimed. It was so loud Jin thought his ears might blow. It was certainly someone that could’ve been another’s alarm clock.

“Lee Know, Lee Know! He woke up! He’s alive!” “Ji, do you have to yell so loud? I’m sure this boy doesn’t want to hear your loud voice when he’s only JUST woken up.” “Right, sorry..”

Jin sits up and stretches. “..Ji?” “Hm? Oh, that’s a nickname for me! My name is Jisung. Or you can call me Han!”

Jin nods at this information, clearly tired.

“Who are you?” Han asks.

“I’m Jin.. Cho Jin..” “Ahh.. Cool!” Another boy, Jin assumes to be Lee Know, walks into the room with a glass of water in his hand.

“Here, drink.” Lee Know handed Jin the icy glass of water and Jin drinks it without a second thought.

“So, you’re name is Jin?” “Yeah..” “Strange..” “What’s strange?..” Han looks between Jin and Lee Know, clearly clueless. “What-?” “Our friends, Seungmin and Felix, had met a boy with that exact same name and he looked exactly like you. They said you had passed out in Felix’s bed after a few hours of chatting then the next morning, you had disappeared.” “...” “Do you know anything about that?” A moment of silence. “..I do..” Han makes a confused face and just sits down. “Can you tell us about it?”

“Lee Know! Stop pestering him with questions!” Lee Know doesn’t listen. “Can you? It’s okay if not.”

“I guess.. I could.. What do you want me to explain though?” “Your whole story. If you could?”

Jin nods and starts to explain.

Chapter 9

After Jin had explained everything, he laid down. “Hey, you okay?..” Han asked, visibly concerned. “Yes.. Just.. Out of.. Breath..” “..You didn’t even-” “Those Victorian ladies.” Han gives Lee Know an offended look. “Yes.. What about.. Them?” “Do you think they’re the reason you keep passing out?” “..But.. How..? I mean.. They were just..” Lee Know hands Jin another cup of water, making Jin stop talking. “Save your breath.” Jin nods.

“....So, you do know Felix and Seungmin? Oh! And those others you mentioned! King Hyunjin, his servants, Changbin and Bang Chan?” Jin nods once more.

“Han, don’t yell at people for doing something when you’re going to do the exact same thing.” “What am I doing!?” “Pestering him. With. Questions.” Han and Lee Know share a skin burning stare with each other.

“I can’t tell if you act like an old married couple or siblings..” Jin whispers. “Both!” Han says with a smile as if he and his friend weren’t just secretly telling each other they weren’t going to last another day in the same house.

“You’re crazy..” “Nuh uh! You just don’t know friendship!” “Lies!” “Who’s your friend?” “...” “Uh huh..”

Lee Know sighs. “Sorry for him, he’s.. Introverted.. And socially awkward.” Jin laughs along with Lee Know. Han just sits there, now slightly annoyed. “Mean.” “It’s your fault. “No!” “Yes!” “You’re Lee NO, not Lee Yes.” “And you’re Han. With no nos and no yeses.” Han pouts.

Black out.

Chapter 10

“Hey.. Hello?.. Hey, wake up!” Jin stirs and opens his eyes. “You’re awake! Thank god!” A boy. One different from the other 7 and one different from the girl. He had fox-like eyes, thin lips, brown, short, shaggy hair. “I’m Jeongin. You can call me I.N. if you want though.” Jin nods. “Are you alright?” Jin looks around before answering. He wish he hadn’t.

“There you are~” She hissed.

“..Run!” Jin scrambled to his feet and ran up the modern, palace-like stairs. Jeongin followed. She chased them both. Along with the others behind her. Her eyes. Wide, black, blood splattered across the prosthetic face. The cracks run across the floor and the platform tumbles down. Jin getting tagged along with it. Screams filled the air.

Chapter 11

Twitching, crying, mumbling, screaming. It all stopped.

“Hey.. Jin! Jin, wake up!” Soft, small hands shook Jin’s sweat-infused shoulder. His head flew up without warning. Snot coming from his nose and tears from his eyes. “Hey.. You’re okay, nothing can hurt you.. I promise.. It was all fake. Just imagination.” “Felix.. You’re real.. Yes? Right..” “Yes, I’m real. I promise.”

7 others burst into the room. “What’s wrong..?” Chan ran over to Jin who was buried in Felix’s arms.

“Nightmare.. I’d assume? Nothing can do him this bad..” Felix responds to Chan’s question.

“It was horrible…” Jin whines.

“Hyunjin.. He.. His face.. It was.. Was all torn up..”

“Me?” Hyunjin asks.

“Yeah.. And then.. I passed out..? I think.. And then.. He.. Felix and Seungmin, they came out of nowhere.. Or something.. I don’t know.. I don’t want to know..” Han walks over and offers his Skzoo plush. “Han Quokka?” He says.

Jin takes the plushie and wraps himself in his blanket.

“Sorry.. I woke you all up.. I think..” “Don’t be sorry..” “I woke them up, actually..” Felix admits.

“Wha-?” “Yeah. You woke me up because you kept kicking my stomach. Then you were screaming.. At that point, I knew something was off so I got up and asked Chan to wake everyone else up. Han was.. Difficult to wake..” “I kicked you?..” “We share a bed? Like everyone else in this dorm?” “Oh.. Right..”

“I think you also woke me up.” “I did?” Jin looks at Hyunjin.

“Yes. I’m a very light sleeper and we practically share a wall.” “Oh.. Sorry..” “It’s okay. Unconscious states are well.. Unconscious states. You can’t control them unless you lucid dream which, I doubt that was a lucid dream.” “It wasn’t..”

“That’s what I thought.” Chan ruffles Jin’s hair.

“But hey.. You’re safe now! That’s what matters right?” Jin nods.

“True!” Han adds in.

“Anyways, get some sleep, all of you, we have practice in a few hours and JYP will not accept us being sleepy.” “You get no sleep at all, old man.” Seungmin points out. Chan just frowns, accepting his fate at this point.

Chapter 12

Everyone leaves Jin and Felix’s dorm room. “You’ll be alright.. I promise.” Felix whispers into Jin’s ear.

“Nothing can hurt you, okay?”

Jin nods, tears drying onto his face.

“Get some sleep, okay?” Jin nods once more and closes his eyes.

Felix does the same and they both fall asleep, in each other’s embrace.

AN: Hi. This took way too long for only 2946 words. But I love it! And I hope you do too :) 👍👋

#felix #seungmin #stray kids #male reader #bang chan #lee know #changbin #jeongin #han jisung #hyunjin #fluff #scary #blood #dream #plot twist

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in another life.

lee heeseung x f!reader x ??? (it'll make sense when you read I promise)

SYNOPSIS: in which losing you is the least of heeseung’s worries, until he’s forced to watch you slip through his fingers.

wc: 1.9k (almost 2k fr)!

genres: best friends to strangers, unrequited love (or is it), best friends to lovers

warning(s): heavy angst, toxic friendship/relationship, heeseung is mean, very very mean, manipulation (nothing too crazy), refusal to take blame, and heeseung needs to be humbled imo...ANYWAYS, small plot twist but not really! (a/n: header is ugly because I made it in like 2 minutes since it felt naked without one 🤣☝🏽)

Lee Heeseung knows about your feelings for him at  the mere age of eight, when you give him the other half of your popsicle stick that you’ve just bought with your very own allowance. His smile is so bright taking the food from your hand that it doesn't even matter if you've spent all five of your dollars on the popsicle because as long as your youthful heart can see Heeseung smile, that’s all that matters to you.

Heeseung also knows about your feelings for him when you're both sixteen and he proudly exclaims that he’s finally asked Jisun out after months of pining after her. A hurt look flashes across your face for one, two then three seconds, then as if it was never there, it’s gone. He thinks it might have been a bad idea to tell you but he doesn’t reciprocate the feelings you have for him and in his mind, he never will. 

“Come on Y/N, it’s one party, please come with me please, I don’t want to be alone all night,” he pouts tugging at the sleeve of your sweater. Heeseung knows it’s not right to do things like this, knows he shouldn’t force you to go with him everywhere but he likes that you can’t say no to him, it swells his heart with pride to have someone care for him as much as you do.

“I already told you I have to study for midterms, go alone or with Jay.” Your tone isn’t dead-set and Heeseung knows he’s cornered you. He smiles as an idea forms in his head, maybe he can persuade you with just enough charm, it’s worked in the past so why not now?

“I seriously can not believe Heeseung got you to come, I know he said he could do it but honestly Y/N, I thought you were stronger than that.” It’s always the same sentence or form of it. It tugs at your heart, just like in high school people in college are just as aware of how you feel for him, even he knows it himself. He plays a blind man to your feelings.

An ache begins to pump in your heart, whatever liquor Yeonjun had handed you when you stepped in seems to not be working and that night as you watch Heeseung dance with Mina, you vow to yourself silently that you'll start your process of healing from whatever feelings you have for Lee Heeseung.

A few days later Jay watches a frantic Heeseung search for his phone charger in amusement, “Missing an important call?” He quips playfully, the whole house knows why he’s so desperate to charge his dying phone. The past three days since he ditched you at TXT’s frat party you’ve been ignoring his texts, calls, and even him.

“Hyung, why are you so worried about Y/N calling? Didn't you ditch her? I wouldn’t call either if I was her,” the small comment earns Sunghoon a smack to the back of his head.

“It doesn’t matter, Y/N would never ignore me like this. All I have to do is apologize with breakfast and she’ll accept it every time, we’ve done this before and never gone a day without talking.”

The boys can’t fully grasp why Heeseung is acting the way he is, to them he sounds like a desperate boyfriend after a fight that’s resulted in the silent treatment but Heeseung has continuously said he does not feel the same towards his best friend so they write it off as some form of separation anxiety and leave his room.

“I’m surprised you’ve held out this long Y/N,” jokes a sheepish Jeongin as he takes a glance at your phone screen that’s currently being lit up by multiple unread messages from Heeseung.

“I told you I’m ready to move on, I’ll talk to him when I see fit, I just need a few more days to myself.”

He hums in response as he lifts himself off his chair reaching a hand out for you to follow, “I’m proud of you ‘s all, he’s an asshole for using your feelings against you and making you feel the way he did, you don’t deserve that at all. You deserve someone who'd never ditch you." 

Two weeks. It's been two weeks since you've spoken to Heeseung, his room is a mess with clothes and books scattered on the floor, usually you come by and help him organize things. He's had enough of this. Your contact suddenly flashes across his screen while he's out on a date, he doesn't hesitate to answer, bidding the girl he's dropping off a quick goodbye.

“Hello? Y/N? I’m really glad you called me, I have so much to ask you but guess what, I just had the most amazing date-” he’s cut off by your loud sigh and for a moment his heart drops, you've never stopped him from ranting about dates.

“Heeseung,” his name sounds foreign coming from your mouth, “we really need to talk, I have a lot to say to you so could we please meet tomorrow?” He isn't sure why but his stomach twists at your request.

The meeting between you two is quick and to Heeseung's surprise, brief. You explain to him that leaving you at a party he begged you to come to had upset you since it wasn’t his first time doing so, you also tell him that you needed the two weeks of space from not only him but everyone else to care for yourself, and you’d hoped he understood that. Of course he did, he felt shitty just thinking about the situation and promised to never do it again, to be a better "friend."

Things after your initial break from Heeseung fall back into place quickly and it's as if you never left his side, but he could tell you were different now, you refused to go with him to parties if he asked and any charming tricks he had up his sleeve fell flat when you'd respond with a hard “No.” Heeseung also noticed the interest you'd taken in Jeongin, and that made him feel things he'd never felt before. 

It’s difficult to watch you flirt with one of his best friends, on one hand he should feel happy watching your attention sway to someone else after having caught it for so many years but on the other he isn’t happy at all, to be completely honest he feels bitter at the thought of you two together. 

“You're an asshole Heeseung, like a really big one, do you know how long Y/N has been in love with you? Since we were like eight playing cops and robbers in the streets, and she loved you throughout the time that came after and every time we asked, you denied any feelings for her, but now all of a sudden you think you might love her back? Just when she's finally healing from the shit you put her through? That’s such an asshole move dude, super low of you,” and as Beomgyu’s rant subsides Heeseung stares at him puzzled, what did he ever do that was so bad to you?

“Don't give me that look, you've done so much shit to her, hell I don't know how she’s still your best friend, if I was her I’d have left you already.”

Heeseung continues to give Beomgyu the most confused look ever and with a small eye roll Beomgyu answers his question, “You use her to get what you want but never have you done anything to show her gratitude or any reciprocated feelings. All you ever do is give her hope, you act like you like her back when you need her but as soon as you get what you want, you leave her behind. It’s fucking sad dude. You're a horrible friend to her honestly.”

Heeseung’s heart burns, he’s known his whole life that he’d done this to you but to hear it laid out in front of him now, he can see how terrible it all actually is. How had you continued being his friend? If he was in your position he’d have left ages ago, but you didn’t, and that single thought is what gives Heeseung hope for you and him. He knows it’s dumb, he knows he doesn’t deserve you at all, but he wants you terribly and if he has to beg he will, if he has to lie he will, hell Heeseung would drop everyone for you. All that matters is that you stay with him, not with anyone else, and especially not with Jeongin.

Heeseung can spot you from a mile away. His smile grows wide before dropping instantly as he watches Jeongin hand you what looks to be a flower. The look on your face mirrors Jeongin’s, it’s happy and full. You've never smiled at him that way. Heeseung realizes that the only smiles you give him now are filled with sadness. His stomach knots, why does he feel so unsure of you right now. He’s never felt this much uncertainty from you ever. 

He blames it on the fact that you two haven’t been talking as much lately. He blames the short break you had because there’s no way you’d actually stop wanting to be his friend, no way he’d ever lose you. You’ve always been by his side, and it will continue to be that way, because you love him and he has you wrapped around his finger. But, Heeseung knows deep down this security can’t be fed any longer as he watches you walk past him, hand in hand with Jeongin, not a single look his way, he's lost you.

It’s proven to him in the months to come as you slowly slip out of his pinned messages, as you take him off your private stories, and he has to watch you live your life through others. Heeseung knows he’s lost you especially when all together you stop coming to his rescue, won’t pick up the phone to hear his ramblings about dates and girls. He knows he’s lost you when you tell him you’re busy and can’t do what he wants. When you send him an awkward smile and gesture to your hand entwined with Jeongin's, as if to say, "sorry I'm with him now, you're too late."

If anyone ever asks Lee Heeseung about his one true love, he’ll say your name. He’s never been sure of what love is, never found it for himself, but he knows deep down that if he’s ever loved anyone, it’s you. You were the person he called at 3am when he crashed his car into a pole, you were the same person whose dorm had housed him a multitude of times when he was too drunk to crawl back to his own, the same person who loved him for years, until you couldn’t any longer and stopped waiting on him to give you the same love back, thinking he could never give it to you.

Heeseung likes to think that in another life he wasn't a complete asshole, realized your worth sooner, and maybe even had the balls to ask you out. He pictures himself in Jeongin's place, dating through college, moving in together after, getting married, having kids, living domestically. All he can do now is dream, maybe that's why he likes to sleep so much, because in his sleep-ridden mind, you're with him.

coco’s love note: mwahahahaha did you guys like the plot twist? are we happy 😁 are we mad? should we fight heeseung?! tbh writing this fic has been a wild ride, originally i had mc & heeseung end up with one another but then I decided that no, i didn’t want that, I wanted to show the results of a toxic “relationship” running it’s course through and through, that’s why heeseung never quite admits he’s wrong/he still feels entitled to mc even till the end! I wanted to show that he’d never change, even if he did “love” mc. anyways…thoughts?! comments?! concerns?! make sure to leave a comment or rb this with anything you’d like me to know or tell me how you felt about this fic :) muah ily! ty @odxrilove for reading it for me and not letting me change it again 😁🙏

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OMG,, what????? pls do consider making it a series (tear you apart) i.n,, omoo

“TEAR YOU APART” Y.J. Pt. 2

Uhm….i haven’t decided a good plot for this one but here’s a Drabble for it ig 🖤 I’m not giving up on this idea though. 🖤

[ MDNI ]

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Why wouldn’t he just leave you be?…

You’d asked him nicely, time after time, yet Jeongin would only hurt you more.

It was a constant cycle of confusion, underlying excitement, and misery…

All because he hated you.

Jeongin made his feelings clear to you every time your paths crossed. He despised your existence, got off to crushing it under his foot, and refused to give a straight answer as to why.

You had no idea what you’d done to him, fishing for reason in his despicable actions but constantly coming up with nothing. 

You’d done absolutely nothing to him…

Yet, he hated you like no other and would take every chance he got to remind you.

No one could blame you for hating him back, and at the very beginning of your spiteful encounters, you did, in fact, despise him, but over time, a twisted sense of pleasure crept in over your disgust for Jeongin. Some inexplicable adrenaline rushed your blood more often than straight fear of him.

You were sick in the head -that much was clear- but it was hard not to welcome his attention in any form you could get it.

Fighting him brought out the worst in you, uncovering all your masochistic tendencies and drawing his underlying sadism into the open for you to see.

Only you. 

No one else seemed to see past his tender exterior, eloquent words, and energetic personality. He wrapped everyone around his finger, masking his deep-seated depravity in the public eye with innocent smiles and kind words.

It was such a contrast to the man he became the moment you two were alone.

You wished for the day he’d realize that hurting you wasn’t the only way to show his most accurate colors -that loving to cause another pain in hopes of releasing his own had other solutions.

Today wouldn’t be that day, unfortunately for you…

Jeongin had isolated you from everyone again, saying he needed your help and could only count on you to fix his problem.

As much as you wanted to rip your hand out of his grasp, stand your ground, and tell him off for interrupting your peace, you decided against it since his grip on your smaller hand was iron-tight.

He was angry….at what or who you didn’t know, but he clearly had something on his mind.

A lump formed in your throat at the realization, and your mind raced to devise a way to escape the situation without causing a scene. You were having such a good day, and five minutes alone with Jeongin would inevitably ruin or complicate it.

For once, you wanted a typical, non-confrontational day.

“Let go of me!” You grit through your teeth, attempting to drag your hand out of his larger one while planting your feet on the ground. Jeongin chuckled at your futile gestures, spinning on his heel to face you with an oddly sweet smile, and you froze as the space between your bodies waned.

He was way too close, and though there wasn’t a single person in the hall, you felt as if the world had a front-seat view of you breaking underneath his stare.

Jeongin lowered his head, eyes narrowed at your fearful expression as he backed you into the nearest wall. “Let you go?…” he repeats your demand as if it were a question, tilting his head as the words roll off his tongue and his smile gives way to a subtle smirk. You nod timidity, throat too dry to speak, and your chest tightening with anxiety as he places his free hand on the back of your neck.

You wince when he presses on the nerves there, knowing how badly it hurts you and using the pain as leverage to keep your eyes fixed on his.

“J-Jeongin, you’re hurting me-“ you whimper helplessly as he grips your neck harder, nearly smacking your head into the wall, but thankfully, he’s kind enough to avoid that injury.

He has other ways of harming you…less noticeable and consequential…

“I don’t care.” He seethes, repositioning his hands so one fist a handful of your hair while the other runs right up your skirt to take its place inside your dampening lace panties. “And would you look at that….my little bitch likes it anyway?” Jeongin grins as your slick coats his fingers, a clear sign that your body is betraying your words and encouraging him to carry on.

A whine leaps from your throat, feeding his ego., and tearing yours to shreds. “Don’t touch me there…stop…hah…mmm!” You try again to wriggle out of his hold, unconsciously molding your body to his and rolling your hips to cause more friction between his palm and your budding clit. 

Fight him back for once...

Your brain screams, warming after warning, trying to get your body to cooperate with logic, and for a split moment, it works.

Your knee lifts to push his hand away, the last move you have left to defend yourself, but Jeongin doesn’t budge. “Fuck! Jeongin l-let me go!” You raise your voice, halting a moan in your chest as he disregards your protests and vindictively pushes his index and middle finger past your fluttering walls.

“You’re still so tight…even after what I did to you last time?” He coos at the snug warmth your cunt envelopes his digits in, sucking them further into you as he pumps his hand at a leisurely pace. You can’t hide the blush on your face any longer, maintaining a disgusted glare despite feeling the pleasure prickling your spine. He shouldn’t be allowed to do this -you really shouldn’t be letting it happen either- but it was a mind-numbing form of torture for you both.

“Please…stop…” you mewl, desperate for release and agitated with yourself at the same time. Jeongin curls his fingers forward, swirling around an exceptionally spongy area in your cunt, and you jolt in his hold as he abuses it. Jeongin presses his forehead to yours, smiling wide as words allude to you and reluctant moans replace them.

He was getting into your head already, churning it into a needy mush with the stretch of his cold fingers in your cunt, spreading it wide while circling his palm on your clit in a rough pattern.

“My dumb bunny is gonna cum soon…” Jeongin whispers against your lips, picking up the pace of his hand fucking into you and giggling when you bit back a whorish cry. He knew you too well,l and like clockwork,k your cunt clenched on his fingers, cum gushing down his wrist and your inner thighs seconds later. You opened your mouth to shout, sob, or simply make a sound akin to a cry for help.

Help from what you weren’t sure anymore…

Indeed, no one would think you were in any danger with Jeongin. Not even as he slapped your dripping pussy so hard you groaned and teared up, laughing so sweetly in your face as if he’d merely told you a joke and wasn’t humiliating you for his entertainment.

Jeongin rubbed and cupped your cunt for a moment, playing with your wet folds to overstimulate you and edge another climax from your shaking form. His cock was rock hard, gently pressed to your thigh as he leered over you. Every labored breath you took made him twitch, eliciting groans from deep within his chest and slowly rebuilding your desire to come again.

“Get off,” you hiss, dazed but clinging to a sense of control as the hand he had in between your thigh moved to your hip, his thumb drawing unrecognizable shapes on your skin as he stared down at you through his lashes. “Make me…” he snaps back, smirking as you scoff and try to push him off with both hands on his chest. He doesn’t budge once, pressing into you harder and effortlessly catching your wrists with his free hand.

For fucks sake!

Why couldn’t he just leave you alone?!

Maybe if you head-butted him, he’d step back enough for you to sprint away, but you highly doubted you’d hit him that harshly without hurting yourself in the process.

So you settled for spitting profanities at him as he tried to hold you still against the wall. “Fuck you, Jeongin! I’ll fucking scream again if you don’t-“

“Slap”

Your head flew to one side as he slapped you, a crisp hit across your cheek to quiet you down, and your lips immediately pursed as tears built in your eyes. Jeongin held your face up with a grip on your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks as he glared into your watery gaze.

“Do it. Go on, scream, darling. I wanna hear you…”

Ice-cold tension flooded your veins as the words left his mouth, mind going blank as he continued to bait you, “What? Are you suddenly too stupid to speak now? Open that pretty mouth of yours and fucking scream…”

He held your face tighter, his own so close to yours he could kiss you, but Jeongin ensured that never happened. You failed to formulate a response, turned on simply by him calling your bluff, and the fuzzy look in your eyes was a dead giveaway to him.

You liked it when he threatened you….

“You sick little bitch….is this getting you all excited again?” He laughs rather loudly, making you blush harder and avert your gaze to the floor.

Jeongin beams a smile at you, ducking his head just enough to look into your eyes as he continues to talk down to you.

“You can tell me the truth, or better yet…” he released your wrists and jaw, gripping your forearm before checking the surroundings and beginning to walk.

You gulped as he dragged you with him, knowing his objective was to find an abandoned room. He shot you a sly look over his shoulder, fox eyes swirling with mischief as yours filled with apprehension, “…I can find out myself since dumb bunnies don’t know how to speak up when told to.”

“M’ not a dumb bunny…” you mumble as he tugs you into an empty conference room, locking it behind before shoving you towards the nearest table.

“Oh, is that so?”

You nod with a determined look on your face, almost succeeding in holding firm in front of him but quickly losing confidence as he picks you up and sets you on the cool tabletop.

He steps between your sticky thighs, hands busy with undoing your blouse and groping your curves from top to bottom. His eyes travel over you, tongue poking his cheek as he kneads your breasts until you moan softly and squirm for more.

“Guess I need to fix you again, hm? Fuck you dumb and stuff that worthless pussy of yours full of cum too….”

“Mhm,” you whimper in agreement, eyes rolling as Jeongin tugs your shirt off, tossing it to the floor before diving in to mark up your exposed cleavage.

You feel his smile on your warm skin, his breath fanning your neck as trails far as love bites to your shoulder. “You’re too easy…way too easy…” he muses, guiding your hands to undo his jeans and pump his cock with the precum leaking from the tip.

“S-Shut up and fucking me already….” You snap at Jeongin, and he simply laughs breathlessly in response.

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Fun fact: One of my nicknames growing up/currently is Foxi and so I’m always partial to Jeongin and his fox like personality. 🖤 He’s just so cute but sly and I relate to him so much! I love himmmm! 🦊🖤

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Like you can’t tell me this doesn’t scream “I’m a trickster but I’m cute so you can’t dislike me ;)” ?!?! 🦊🖤 Credits to creator! 🖤

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[juniefruit]

-[ gamer bf felix ]-

if only all gamer boyfriends acted like Felix, I think the world would be a better place.

Word count: 702

Felix loves video games. For every game he plays, there is a reason. You love listening to his rambling about a game’s graphics or storyline. You’ll be cuddled up in bed, under a thick fluffy blanket, as he explains the plot twists in the game he’s currently playing, or how many annoying side-quests he has to complete. You count his freckles with gentle pokes of your finger as he smiles in bliss. He adores you just for listening to him. You’re his main audience, and he wouldn’t trade you for the world. On the other hand, you could listen to Felix endlessly. His voice is like dripping honey, deep and soothing with his signature Australian accent. Just by being near him, you’ve started adopting some of his accent into your speech. He noticed it one day while you were asking him what he wanted to eat for dinner. 

He has experience on almost every console, but he maily uses his PC. If you two don’t have any plans, he’s logging on to play with his mates. Hyunjin and Jeongin join him the most frequently. Sometimes you’ll even join, but Felix does warn you that you will get teased. It’s nothing actually offensive, because they knew that Felix would send them to their grave if they hurt you. Felix loves that you two have so much in common when it comes to video games. Like, if you two play together, it’s a fair match. He doesn’t have to go easy on you or sugarcoat anything, which he appreciates. He can be his true self without worrying about being judged. 

You guys go to every comic or video game convention in your city!! If you cosplay, Felix would definitely help you buy the materials you need, and then help you make it. Felix loves it when you take the extra time to make him a cotume too, so you can go as a duo. If your costume has heels, then he definitely carries a backpack with some comfortable sneakers for you to change into once it gets too much!! However, he does get jealous if your costume is a bit revealing. The guys that blatantly stare at women in cosplay tick him off. He would never control what you choose to wear, but expect a clingy and needy Felix once you get back home. You reward him with cuddles and kisses for being such a good boyfriend during the con. 

He’s totally committed to helping you achieve the perfect photoshoot in your cosplay. He’ll climb a tree, lay on the floor, you name it, he’ll do it.  

Once a week or so, you all have a friend group hangout and hold a mario kart tournament at your apartment. You and Felix make the required pre-game grocery store run. You get a little bit of everything: candy, chips, sodas, the usual. There’s something domestic about going grocery shopping together: taking turns moving the cart, checking items off your list, etc. During the tournament, you’re just as committed as the rest of the guys. It makes Felix feel so proud seeing how well you get along with his friends. Afterwards, you two work together to clean up as fast as possible before putting on some comfortable pajamas and passing out on the bed. 

You guys bake!! All the time!! One day, you trudged through the apartment door after a draining day of work, only to immediately be hit with the delightful smell of Felix’s brownies. In an instant, your smile grew as you caught sight of him in the kitchen with an apron on, specks of flour replacing the freckles on his face. The troubles you carried home from work melted away with a sweet kiss and a freshly baked brownie. 

One Christmas,  you got him gaming headphones with cat ears on them. He was a bit taken aback at first, but now he wears them all the time. They’re actually quite good, He’d say. That’s why I bought them! You exclaimed from the doorway, hands at your hips. You knew he’d like them, even if he didn’t want to admit it. He just “had” to wear them because they were good. This man… You thought.

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[hyuukais]

Swan Song

Jeongin lived his life freely, indulging in peasantry parties and reckless acts. However, after a confrontation and strange encounter, he realizes that maybe his freedom can only come from saving a swan.

word count: 6.2k

genres: Prince!Jeongin x Swan Prince(ss)!Reader, strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, swan lake au

warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, drunk beomgyu, i fear i may have lost the plot a little,,,jeongin is ready to do anything for a stranger, villian jyp jumpscare, also the reader is called princess a few times by jyp while he’s being a creep but otherwise remains gn

author: heyyyy i’m so sorry it’s been like 8 months since my last post 😭 also i’m so so so so sorry that this request took so long 😔 i really hope you can still enjoy it 🙏

requested by @lwavander

Little can be heard over the masses filling the garden. Their chatter echoes off the tiered terraces. Jeers and cheers slur into the empty night sky, surrounding Jeongin in their halo of celebration. Friends and strangers alike have gathered in his honor. They’ve piled up in the fields of the castle to share their drinks and joy; cups clashing and always kept full. Merry music played and Jeongin’s companions pulled him through rounds of rigorous dancing. Song after song, Heeseung kept a hand glued to the young man, always pulling him back to the fray. It was truly a birthday fit for a prince, at least one like him.

Since he was young, Jeongin had heard all of the complaints. The disagreements of countless officials with the carefree outlook of the crowned prince. However, Jeongin had decided young that he would never let anyone else control his life; commonplace for those like him, those born and bred for societal perfection. In these moments, Jeongin relishes freedom’s delicious taste. The bittersweet burn of the finest wines settling on his tongue, the ache of his feet, and his heavy beating heart, he was never so alive. 

He found a small reprieve from his friend’s clutches, looking down from the veranda lining the grounds. Watching peasant and noble alike rub shoulders and hold hands as they danced. The view brought a smile to his face as he took a sip from his goblet. A harsh slap to his shoulder splashed some wine up his nose, causing a cough. Expelling the stray droplets, Jeongin found the tight-knuckle grip belonged to a drunken Beomgyu. The shaggy-haired man reeked of alcohol and was almost unable to stand straight, instead pulling down on Jeongin. Liquid sloshed in and out of his own cup as he waved his hands around.

“Jeong~in!” His words were slow and slurred. “Wha’ are you doin’ all alone, Innie-hic? You shoul’ be dancing!” Then he’s tugging even harder on Jeongin’s arm. Yanking on his undershirt and nearly tearing the sleeve.

“Wow, wow, wow, Beomgyu! Gyu! I think-” It was nearly impossible to pry the fingers from his arm. “P-perhaps you should take a break.” It’s even harder to pull the cup from his hand.

Gyu’s whining is harsh on the ears, “Nooooo! No! I’s a party! Have fun!” He tries hard to twist away from the prince, thrusting the hand holding his cup high in the air and loudly proclaiming. “I drink for the prince! Prin’ Jeongin!”

A roar rose from the lawn. Music fell beneath the masses’ clamor. Crowds follow suit of his friend’s cheer, raising their cups with a unanimous shout. “For Prince Jeongin!”

The man felt his face flushing red hot. There was certainly a difference between being amongst the crowd and standing away with all of their eyes on him, calling out his name. He was flattered if not slightly embarrassed, managing a flustered smile as the cheers melted back into the music.

 A very drunk lord still wobbling in his arms, Jeongin tried to steer him away from the railing. Instead, herding Beomgyu back into the castle. Walking along the terrace toward the doorway, the man whined and protested as best he could. His eyes couldn’t stay open and his boots skidded along the stones. Jeongin tried his best to keep Beomgyu upright as he led the way; his hands slipping under the weight. Finally squaring up to the grand wooden doors, he’s confronted with his next problem. How was he supposed to open them? Perhaps he could hunt down Heeseung to enlist his help. However, knowing the man, he was probably no better off than Beomgyu was. Suddenly, almost like a prayer was answered, the doors swung inward, scattering yellow shadows into the night. However, the illusion of a miracle quickly vanished as Jeongin came face-to-face with the Queen’s boiling stare.

His mother’s eyes bore down like hot coals, huffing smoke from her mouth with each seething breath. Jeongin felt his knees melting, withering in her stare. 

“H-hello, Mother.”

Beomgyu stirred in his hold, eyes lighting up, “Y-our ‘ighness!” Almost immediately after he made a horrible retching noise, nothing came up and he groaned painfully.

The Queen motioned her head to the pair of guards flanking her, never breaking eye contact with her son. “You two, please show Lord Choi to his room.” Her voice was dangerously steady.

Neither of them spoke, only nodding before collecting the man from Jeongin’s arms. The tension in the air seemed to multiply as they were left alone. The Queen’s breaths came faster and heavier, eyes hardening as they took in the man in front of her. Jeongin stood frozen, unable to even breathe. Any words would only make it worse for him. So there they stood, in suffocating silence, until his mother heaved a sigh, lowering her head in its weight.

“M-mom-”

“Jeongin,” She raised her hand, cutting him off. As she looked back up, the dark of her eyes had cooled. Red, hot anger solidified into something heavy in Jeongin’s chest. “I have a feeling you already know what I am going to say.”

He averted his eyes.

“You know that I want you to be happy, that I never want to force you into something you do not want. I understand you cherish your freedom, but-I…my son this is not freedom. This is chaos, irresponsibility. Like it or not, you are going to be king one day. You need to start behaving like it.”

“I-I am! I’m getting to know my subjects-”

“No, you are getting drunk. You are acting childish and-” Two fingers rubbed at the bridge of her nose. “I expect more from you, Jeongin. I need to know that I can trust you with this country. I am only getting older and I fear it may take an unwilling push to get you to understand.” The look in her eyes sank his heart further and further, her sigh sad and heavy. “Enjoy your birthday, son. We will continue this tomorrow.”

Turning her back, the Queen swept back inside, shutting the doors with her. For the first time in the night, Jeongin was left completely alone. Alone in bitter silence. Thoughts churned slowly around his head. A horrible burn settled deep in his chest. Sounds of celebration still filtered through the air, making the pain worse. Suddenly, Jeongin cared very little about continuing his birthday. Surrounded by drunken strangers and the hollowness of their well-wishes, he felt empty at the thought. The sun long gone, he should have retired to his room with it. Now, his mind was too full, too chaotic to rest. The castle walls were a prison in times like these. He needed a jailbreak if only for a moment, just to take in the impending collapse of his flimsy lifestyle.

Crisp moonlight scatters in the pine’s canopy. The towering woods echo Jeongin’s footsteps grinding up the dry brush. It breaks the silence of the cold night and punctuates his every move. This forest bordering the castle grounds was not unfamiliar to the prince, spending much of his youth traversing its scape. Even in the near darkness, he may safely make his way back home. However, amongst the barren trees, Jeongin feels lost within himself. He was no stranger to the disappointment of others, it was something he had long learned to ignore. Yet, he never knew how to endure the disappointment of his mother. Now, something in her chagrin felt resolute, like she’d hit her breaking point. All the man could do was stew over the ways he would be made to repent.

Leaf-litter cradles his heavy tread weighed down by his brooding. With a particularly loud crunch, a large rustling grew overhead. The familiar flap of feathers broke through the branches. A bevy of swans flies above the trees. Their pure white wings gleam, haloed in the full moonlight. Jeongin’s thoughts fall quiet. Enraptured in the birds’ majesty gliding through the air; his feet unconsciously followed their path along the ground. Walking a few feet beyond the clearing he’d been in, the birds disappeared in the flush canopy. Still, he keeps forward, looking as the trees thin out once again. No sight of their velvet down among the stars, however peeking between trunks, Jeongin catches sight of rippling water.

A great lake sits at the edge of the forest; water clear blue and twinkling. Drifting along its surface are many more swans than he’d originally seen. They pay the man no mind as he comes upon the bank. Instead, Jeongin watches a swan move along to the edge of the water, stretching its neck out on the grass. An odd light shifts across its feathers, glowing almost as if they were burning. He can’t focus on it for long when the light grows bright. In the second he blinked, where once was a beautiful swan, now sat a young human draped in the same pristine white. 

In shock, he stumbles back, feet catching on loose rocks and ultimately sending Jeongin crashing down. A gasp and splashes ring out at the sight of the intruder. Swans’ wings flap wildly and they scatter out across the water. The person crouched in the grass seems frozen, caught like cowering prey. Coated in the sweet moonlight, dipped in silver. Their eyes shine and quiver, unblinking. Jeongin feels frozen just the same. Scared to make a sound, to approach this angelic being born from the moon before his very eyes. Neither moves, sharing unending stares until Jeongin finally grasps at the words he was missing.

“Wh-what?” 

The realization is quiet, almost unnoticeable if not for the great release of tension in the air. He can see it in the droop of their shoulders and the slow blinking of their eyes. They stand from the dewy grass, revealing a long tunic woven with swan feathers and silver cord shimmering against their skin. Jeongin’s heart stutters at the sight of this stranger’s pure allure. It hammers hard on his ribs when they begin walking toward him.

“Are you okay?” A kind hand reaches for him but Jeongin can only focus on their face. The way their eyes glitter and wrinkle in a soft smile. Their skin folds like silk around pretty smile lines. As he takes their hand, their warmth is gracious like a starry summer night. 

“I apologize if I surprised you. I understand that it’s not something you see every day.” They help him to his feet.

He is at a complete loss for words, mouth agape like a floundering fish. “Wha-wh…who? Who are you?”

“Ah, yes,” The question seems to strike a nerve, their gaze downcast and hands detaching from his. They look to be thinking particularly hard. “I…My name is Y/n.”

A million more questions race around his head, yet the years of proper etiquette hammered into him take over. “I am Jeongin, Prince Jeongin.” He bows low which draws another smile from Y/n.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jeongin.”

He nods, “So, you-you’re a swan?”

Their laugh rings like bells in the snow, twinkling like constellations; a sound Jeongin wishes he could bottle and listen to forever. “By day, yes, I am only a swan. However, by night, I and my companions may become ourselves once again, by the lakeside.” They gaze back to the water where some of the other swans have returned to floating.

“But how?” Something rings in his mind that he is far too calm at the moment. He ignores the thought 

“I was cursed.” Their shoulders fall tense with an invisible struggle, “By a horrible man.”

“Who? Why would he do that to you?”

Y/n’s eyes are glassy as they take his hand again. They lead Jeongin to the lake’s edge, sitting down beside him. Their focus strays far away, traveling across the reflections dancing atop the water. 

“Lord Jinyoung was a family friend, the grand Sorcerer to the King, my father.”

The soft-spoken words send Jeongin’s heart to a stop. “Wait, King?!”

“Yes, a kingdom once stood tall along this disparaging land, small but mighty. My Togorum.” Their voice broke with a sniffle. “Until Lord Park betrayed us. He poisoned my father and tried to marry my mother. He wanted her power and-and when she denied him…He-he- '' Tears raced down Y/n’s cheeks, paired with intermittent sobs, “Sh-she was killed right in front of me and I-I was powerless to stop it. With my parents…gone, I, as the heir, was the next rightful ruler, so he forced me to marry him. Apparently, he was losing his magic, and the power of the crown would free him of his limits. So I-uh-I destroyed it and he was infuriated. With the last bits of his power, he destroyed the kingdom and he cursed me to become this.”

Solemnity settled in the air, a quiet understanding of an unknown pain. Jeongin was never one for physical comfort, yet he let his arm mingle along theirs, cradling their hand with a soft squeeze. Their eyes red and puffy and still the most beautiful Jeongin thinks he’s ever seen. Their gaze meets his, curling at the solace of a kind stranger. Perhaps a new friend, a new companion. A smile sits wonderfully on their lips; soft, pretty, so far away.

Jeongin snatches his eyes off Y/n’s face. The night chill cannot calm the heat pooling in his cheeks as he tugs at the grass. “I-um-I’ve never heard of Togorum. I always remembered these forests being a part of my kingdom.”

“Ah-yeah, I guess destroyed isn’t the best phrasing. More so, Jinyoung erased the kingdom. All memory of it, every last trace of what once was. Most of the subjects integrated into new countries believing they’d always been there. I am all that is left of my country, my family, my people, and no one will ever know I exist.”

“Is there no way to reverse the curse?”

Y/n’s head rests atop their knees, fingers skirting along the ground. “Actually, there is,” A bitter chuckle wisps through their teeth. “That worm, Park, in all his cruelty decided an eternity confined to my lonesome was not torture enough. No, he must dangle the intangible possibility of a free future before me like a dumb pet begging for an invisible treat, as well.”

“Oh…well, how can we reverse it?” He asks dumbly, though it stops Y/n in their tracks. Unabashed anger fades to a wide-eyed shock.

“W-we?”

“Oh.” The fire in his face burns hotter, “Um-yes, I-I want to help free you in any way I can, if that’s possible. Is-is that okay? I don’t mean to-”

“No, Jeongin, you-you are very kind. It’s just…” Their voice falls faint. “The only way I may be freed is if…someone, who has never loved before, promises their love to me, forever.”

He cannot be distracted by his name on their lips as the rest of the words come. The thoughts appear before he can stop them. And the feelings for this stranger; a kind and beautiful stranger, almost angelic. It’s sudden and mysterious, struck from his chest in an instant.

“I can do that.”

“Wha-what? Jeongin-no, I-I couldn’t-We’ve only just-I-”

“I know we’ve only just met.” His voice is unprecedentedly steady, yet his hands shake as they reach for Y/n’s, “I may not truly know you yet, but I think that, as I get to, it’d be impossible to not fall in love with you.”

The air settles hot between them, not a breath shared with the stillness. Y/n doesn’t respond, eyes trapped in Jeongin’s. Their gaze is heavy with brows drawn in and lips tight. They look from eye to eye, taking in his sweet, silver-dusted sincerity. In the low light, the red along his ears is still visible. Y/n’s fingertips brush over the skin making the flush worse. They trail over the soft hair hanging on his neck, circling back up to cradle his cheek.

“You mean that.” Not a question, a fact. Like they dove through his eyes down to his heart just to see the truth for themself. It’s shocking, words obscured by breath, bracketed with wide eyes. 

“I d-”

A shout tore through the peace. Y/n’s hand flew off Jeongin’s face with a jerk. In a flash, they were swept back. Everything happened so fast that it took a moment for Jeongin’s eyes to adjust. 

Y/n’s knees were painted in turned-up mud and grass. They keeled at the feet of a new shadow. The moonlight carves the sharp wrinkles rippling along the person’s face. Skin puckered as their high-angled brows drew in. Silver glinted off their teeth bared in a twisting grin. Gnarled fingers curled in the strands of Y/n’s hair, forcing their face up. When the figure spoke a deathly chill sunk in the air.

“Oh, silly princess. What do you think you’re doing?” The voice rattled deep, raking across the ears. Sardonic and sneering. 

Pain crested on Y/n’s face, fighting back with a scowl. “Let me go, you bastard.” 

Four long marks trail up his arm, nails tearing at the skin. Fingers digging into the skin and warning of puncture. Yet, the man remained unphased. His grip over their head grew ever tauter, pulling out a cry. 

Red filtered Jeongin’s vision. He rose to his feet, fueled with a renewed fire building in his veins. Lack of a plan wasn’t going to stop him as he readied to charge. Looking on at the torturous handling of his swan, the man’s cruel eye struck frost upon Jeongin’s feet. He paused and deflated, withered and useless to Y/n with a fresh dread that broke on his face. 

“Oh, look at that!”  A cold laugh coats his skin, “Your perfect little savior is just as weak as you are. ”

Every breath is a labor, forcing at that name draped in their blood, “Fuck you, Jinyoung.” The truth drags Jeongin’s heart into his stomach.

This was the man who had hurt Y/n. Who continues to hurt them. Coming in like he’s some sort of eternal watchguard from hell.

The hearth in his chest burned brighter yet. Chimneying up and out his ears in smoke. Clouds dull his sense of preservation. His calves thaw and scorch with curling fists. No weapon, terror-filled, he steeled his knuckles for pain. Feet braced hard on the ground like a quivering hunter.

“L-let go of them.”

For the second time, he meets Jinyoung’s iced gaze. He wants to curl up again, to cower beneath the fear, to run away and never return. Still, he held steady, looking right back into the all-absorbing, endless black. A twitch picked up on the old man’s lip. “Be careful, young prince. I’d advise you against doing anything unwise, unless you want to lose your pretty bird.”

With the threat his voice grew steadier still, “Let Y/n go.” 

A beat passed, he kept his gaze high. Silence overwhelmed the air. Y/n couldn’t hold in the soft whimpers drawn from their straining scalp. Specks of red broke out beneath their fingertips. Jinyoung didn’t bat an eye.

With almost a shove, he let Y/n crumple to the ground. They landed with a heavy grunt. Jeongin fell to their side. Any medicinal knowledge he might’ve had failed him, however upon a swift inspection, it seemed it probably wasn’t needed. Y/n’s hands rubbed at the sore spot on their head. Fingers twitching, dreadfully hesitant, searching for any disappearing damage. If he spoke too loud, they might wisp away. 

“Are you okay?”

Their eyes are wide and vaguely bloodshot, but their nod is resolute.

Looking back up, Jinyoung was scrutinizing the blood trailing down his arms. He seemed wholly disconcerted at the scarlet sight, throwing his arm back down after a quick moment. Eyes on the two figures cradled in the grass, the wrinkles seared on his face grew darker. Blizzard raging hard, hail builds up in Y/n’s stomach; a fear they could never accept, never escape. They held it down but their strength was always lacking. Jeongin’s soft hands lent an extra warmth to melt the pain but it wasn’t enough.

“What-what do you want, you monster?! Why did you come?!” Their voice shook, tremors racking their body.

“Princess, you know there is only one way I’d ever let you go free. You will never escape, at least not with this…fool.” 

His suggestion shot bile up Y/n’s throat, “You’ll have to kill me before I ever go to you willingly, Jinyoung.”

That sparked a swift downturn of his brow. The once icy darkness of his eyes blazed with an unprecedented heat. Flickering out to the sky, “The sun is rising, your time is up, birdie.”

“Wha-what?” Jeongin follows the warlock’s eyes. The horizon is tinted with soft wisps of orange, still low in the sky but swiftly approaching. “No-no, it was just-”

“Oh how much time talking takes.” He says smugly, turning his back on the two. “Until next time, and do not forget, I am always watching, Y/n.”

Jinyoung left just as he came, melting into the dark. Jeongin would’ve thought he had blinked as his vision went fuzzy.

“How is it already sunrise?”

Y/n leaned up in his hold. Their eyes were blown wide and very red. “I-I don’t-I don’t know, but…I fear he used magic somehow.”

“But I thought he used up the last of his power?”

“So did I. Perhaps it is returning to him.” The words were despondent, dropping off with a saddening expression. Their eyes moved up to his face, studying it for a long moment. He felt stripped bare, vulnerable, and yet wholly safe. Then, they looked on at the glowing sky.

“It…You must go now, Jeongin.”

“But…” Fingers grazed up the swell of his cheek, he wanted nothing more than to give himself to the feeling completely, “Can I see you again? Tonight?”

It was hesitant; their fingers coming to a stop, their breath hitching quietly. Sweet moonstruck face crested in confliction and mustering a smile. “May we meet again soon, my prince.”

Two soft lips brushed his overheating cheek. It’s too much and barely enough. Y/n’s touch is so fleeting, pushing him away to stand on their own. He doesn’t want to leave, he can’t. Jeongin must return to his deluded sense of liberty, to the ending of it all. What Y/n once had, what they desperately deserved, that was true freedom. It was the happiness of being yourself. Deep down he always knew that; he never really wanted this. Now, he’s found that, the thing he does want, a choice that is his. Some may still say his judgment was impaired, but he can’t let this go.

Y/n offered him a kind smile in parting. Jeongin turned away to walk into the blossoming horizon. A new burning desire tugging hard in his gut, he kept moving forward.

“Y/n!” Branches swing into his face. Sun beats down hard through the canopy, mixing atop his overheating skin. He sweats and pants and keeps pushing his legs harder. Feet crash down, overtaking the forest silence. Jeongin tries to recount the path he’d taken the previous night. Although, his mind is only taken up with expletives.

Crashing out from the dense tree line, he stumbles around. He lurches forward, too close to dropping head-first into a shimmering lake. The familiar clearing stretches out his vision. A terrible clamor had broken out on the still waters at his arrival. Waterfowl scattered above the trees. His heart, rocketing in his chest, dropped to his stomach. Catching sight of a flight of swans disappearing into the sky.

“No no no no, Y/n!” He twists himself around, shouting to the clouds. Adrenaline swims up through his body, fuzzing up his senses. He loses all focus on his supposed defeat that he misses the birds left on the lake surface. Instead, a rapid trill behind him jerks his head around. A swan, still perched on the waves, is looking right up at him; head cocked, like a confused dog. Two beady black eyes broken by a soft twinkle only found in stars.

He breathed out, “Y/n.”

The swan doesn’t respond, only looking at him with the same tilted expression. But it didn’t fly away and something swimming through those eyes melted with familiarity. Jeongin squatted down to its level, a thought fleeting about how stupid he must look.

“I…” His words were choppy with winded breaths, “I don’t have much time but I-I needed to come find you. My-my mom is making me get married. She wasn’t happy with me last night, especially after I disappeared until sunrise. Now, she’s throwing a ball for me to…find a partner. It’s tonight.” The swan stayed still. Jeongin’s heart wouldn’t slow down. “Y/n, I-I don’t know if you can understand me, or-or if this is even you, but, Y/n, you need to be there tonight. Maybe marriage is a bit too quick right now, but I’m going to save you and-and then we can rebuild a life for you. But you have to be there, otherwise…I don’t think I’ll ever be able to see you again.”

Finally, the bird began to move. Its head pushed back up straight, taking in one last slow look at the boy. Then, it turned around and floated away. Jeongin’s stomach crumpled beneath the weight of his heart. He had no time to breathe in the heartache, the sudden notion of defeat, yet he couldn’t turn his eyes away from the bird. He’d already lost them, and he never even got to fall in love.

The music swelled, bursting out the opening doors. “Now presenting, His Royal Highness, Prince Jeongin.”

A great light broke out on his skin, momentarily blinding him. Applause erupted from beyond the white. He struck a feigned smile, grappling with the stair railing to keep him upright as he made his way to his mother’s side.

As his vision melted back in, he got a full scope of the crowded ballroom. So many faces, so many incredibly unfamiliar faces. He’d had more than a few hours to process his mom’s forced maturity in the form of a sudden marriage. However, looking upon all of these people, it must have been impossible for her to have arranged this in only one day. The small inkling of premeditation burrows beneath Jeongin’s festering displeasure. Truly, how much had changed in less than a day?

Reaching the tiled ballroom floor, he is immediately whisked away; arm after arm taking him along into conversation or dance. First his mother, then a hundred hopeful suitors. A kind smile engraved into his cheeks, so fake it tasted rotten on his tongue. He’d started to lose count of all the songs and dances and stale introductions; there was still no sign of Y/n’s presence.

Another song, another clammy, glammed-up hand filling his. Jeongin can’t stand the awkward small talk. This poor princess is truly quite cute and sweet, but she seems about as wholly disinterested as he is. They barely spare each other a glance as they spin around to the crescendoing music. And, as it comes to an end, they bow with strict formality. Once again, the woman is quickly replaced.

Knuckles brush softly, fingers sliding in between his. Warm hands undisturbed by the cool caress of gold and silver. The touch is familiar if only in the way Jeongin feels his heart burst as he turns to his new dance partner. Y/n’s smile is framed in a sweeping fluff of black downy feathers, tracing their sides in elegant steep lines, outlined in glittering gold. Air is knocked clean from his chest.

“You…You came, you’re here.” Every nerve in his brain jumped to push him into their arms, to press them tight to his chest. It was like fighting back a boulder, especially as their twinkling laughter split the air. 

A hand smoothed over his loose jaw, “I did, I am.”

The joy was overwhelming. He couldn’t keep himself from pulling them in closer and pressing a chaste kiss to their palm.

“Then, let us have one dance before I have to tell the whole kingdom that I love you.”

With that, Y/n’s smile grew even wider, feet scuffling faster along the floor to speed up their dance. “You truly wish to promise your love to me forever.”

“Well, I mean, yeah.” Jeongin felt his face flush in heat as the words came out.

They laugh at the red now blanketing his ears before continuing. “Y’know, you’ll need to say it to break the curse.”

“Oh, um-” He clears his throat, averting eye contact, “Y/n, I-”

“Don’t say my name.” Their voice takes on a sharp edge, smile stuttering. “Just repeat what I said.”

“Oh…okay. Well, um, I...” He fought himself to catch their eyes. Hands going clammy and squeezing theirs, “R-right now? We’re doing this now?”

Their eyebrow ticked, pleasant smile completely gone. “Yes, Jeongin? Why wouldn’t we?”

Why couldn’t he? Was his sanity finally catching back up to him?

It was like the words piled up in his throat. He had them ready, but something was stopping him. This heavy rock sat on his tongue, blocking up his mouth.

Five sharp nails dug into Jeongin’s hand. A tight gasp broke through the words. Where once was soft silver, something sinister glinted in Y/n’s eyes. 

“Say it. Do you not want to free me?”

“I-I do.”

“Then say it.”

“Y/n-” Their jaw twitched like a visage flickering over their face. Harsh dread settled in Jeongin’s stomach. “You’re not-”

Desperation set in, “Tell me you love me.” They clung to him, feet nearly trampling his as they kept up the dance.

He struggled to detach himself even when the music slowed. More and more eyes fell on the pair in the middle of the floor. “Let-let me-go.”

Small jewels clattered across the tiles, ripped off his suit by their grip. The stranger stumbled back. A circle cleared around them. Shallow breaths rattled the air. Shards of ice trickled inside the sleeves of Jeongin’s crisp suit. Those empty eyes are carved into Y/n’s face, boring down on him. This time Jeongin doesn’t cower.

“You! What did you do to Y/n?!”

“Stupid prince.” Jinyoung’s voice falls from foreign lips. His mask flickers once more before fading, revealing the old man. “You can’t do anything right, huh?”

Gasps ring out across the dance hall. Guests closest to the scene scatter, yet keep the prince in their sight. Jeongin moves before thinking. His hands reach to yank on the sorcerer's robe; they fall through the man’s skin instead. Shivers snap up his spine as the visage falls.

“Wh-what?”

Grating laughter echoes in the ceilings. “You really think I’d just waltz in here, disguised or not? I’m not an idiot. You, however-”

“Why did you come!?”

“Oh, this? Don’t worry. This was just plan A. Simple and easy. Though, it would seem time for plan B.” The ballroom devolves into a cacophony of squawking laughs and confused murmurs.

The Prince stays frozen, a spectacle to all eyes. He knows he must get back to that lake; that this is the duty he’s committed himself to. But, does he not have a duty here? One to his country, to take up a righteous ruling position? One to his people, to handle his power with grace and pointedness? One to his mother, to do all of this for her sake?

A hand turns him around. Face to face with his mother, her eyes wide and wild with confusion, he feels the turmoil bubbling up his throat.

“Jeongin, is this some kind of joke?”

“No, Mom, I-”

“I finally give you a chance to prove your loyalty to this kingdom and you pull this?” The anger is clear all over her, but there’s a tremble in her lip that breaks Jeongin’s heart. “I cannot believe you.”

He takes her hands. “Mom, I really don’t have the time to explain and I’m so sorry. But…there’s someone I’ve promised to help and if I don’t leave now, I may not be able to save them. I’m so sorry, Mom, I really am but-I-I need to do this. For them.”

He can hear her heart shatter as he pushes against the crowd towards the doors.

As Jeongin reaches the lake, an unsettling silence has fallen upon the forest. The pebbles skidding beneath him don’t make a sound. A whole ecosystem holding its breath, even as the wind whips furiously. The sky is strangely devoid of light, the wax-built moon gone. However, a soft white light pulsed against the foliage. Circling out like a shockwave from the center of the lakeside. Curled atop the grass, a great pearl of light, bursting like a star. With each strobe, heat rippled through the clearing; comfortable and calming.

An agonized scream shattered the feeling. A writhing shadow passed within the ball of light. Jeongin could immediately recognize the voice and he took off towards it. As he approached, the light appeared as less of a uniform sphere. It seemed to be pouring out of Y/n’s body.

“Y-Y/n!” Their skin was burning up, hot and fiery to the touch. They release another ear-splitting scream, trailing off into a cry. “Y/n-Y/n, please-oh god-“

An awful, broken sob tightens their chest as their hand wraps harder around his skin. It takes a life to heave their eyes open. Jeongin’s heart shutters. Their silver-speckled eyes have been fractured. Black smokey tendrils curl through the iris, draining its color.

“No! What-what is he doing to you?”

Y/n’s lips pry open, word flooding up into their throat. Another shriek rips out instead, cracking through their voice. This one too falls off into whimpers, though they restart their attempt to speak.

“J-jeongin,” Their voice is fuzzy, vocal cords fried, and words slurring. “You…”

A shaking hand reaches out for him, patting up his arm and chest in time. Fingers settle faintly on his cheek, still warm.

“You need to go.” A weak push barely turns his chin away. Steady fingers stop the action, squeezing Y/n’s hand.

“I’m not leaving you.”

“He’ll kill you, he’s-” Struggling against the fire dancing on their skin, they fight out their words. “He’s taking back his magic. I cannot be saved anymore.”

“No no no no,” Jeongin’s hand grapples with theirs panickedly. Keeping it pressed flush to his cheek, cradling their lolling head in his lap. “No, I-I promised, I'm gonna save you. Y/n, we’re-”

“Jeongin-”

“We’re going to grow together. You’ll be yourself again-“

“Jeongin-”

“I’ll learn everything about you and love all of it. Forever. All of my love, forever. I promise you.”

“Innie,” Like a hundred chimes, twinkling in unison. Dying off in the breeze. Their voice is fading, their fingers loosen on his cheek. But their eyes, filled with the adoration of the night sky, never leave his. “Thank you.”

Their body goes supernova. White blinds his eyes and the weight in his hands falls away.

Water lapped at the rocks. A soft, repetitive sound; an earthly lullaby whispered through the grasses. Clouds drift aimlessly past the sun. Low in the azure sky, birds whistle in disjoint harmony.  A single swan sits lonely atop crystal waters. 

The rhythmic thump of life, a heartbeat, plays beneath Jeongin’s fingers.

“We should leave soon.” They hum and lean further into his caress.

Jeongin stays transfixed. Tracing each jut and curve up their neck. The height of their cheeks and peek of their lips flushed with a sigh of warmth.

“Innie?”

Y/n’s eyes flutter open. Jeongin’s heart rockets through his chest. They lay stretched out over the lakeside, head perched in his sturdy lap. Midday sun blankets their skin with soothing comfort. They’ve stayed here, fading in and out of sleep for hours. Basking in the presence of each other away from the prying eyes of the castle. 

He hums absentmindedly in response, thumbing over their lip.

“I said,'' They sit up, twisting off his legs to look at him, chuckling at his small pout. “We should probably leave soon.” Fingers drift over Jeongin’s cheeks, wiping his frown with a fresh flush. “Your mother will be expecting us.”

He sighs and nods. It’d taken a lot to repair his mother’s trust over the past months: changing from his once reckless behavior and attitude had been a very important step. Although, Jeongin couldn’t resist the few opportunities to take advantage of Y/n’s new freedom. Every moment with them was a breath of fresh air Jeongin had never truly tasted before. Every touch felt like a live wire straight to his heart. He could say with a beautiful certainty, he’d never been more alive.

“I have another suit fitting, I guess I could try to make it in time.”

Y/n laughs, a sound he will never have enough of. “Your coronation only happens once. We can do this every day for the rest of our lives.”

The words kick up in the breeze, circling their chests. Beating in unison, an unspoken elation. The rest of their lives, together. Forever free at last.

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"Watching you fall apart over me hurts." Pairing : Yang Jeongin x F!Reader TW : obsessive and dependent Jeongin ; mildly yandere behavior ; general angst warning ; plot twist at the end Word Count : 2.6k

Another tour, it was something that usually made Jeongin happy, he’d come over to your house and exclaim about how excited he was to see Stays again, but over time he began to lose that excitement, that joy that you were so used to seeing when it came to things like this. You hated to think that you were the reason for that lack of happiness, but you knew that you were, he had made it clear that you were the reason he didn’t want to go anymore. 

Things had changed so drastically from when you had gotten together. He seemed more joyful then, more proud of his job, more enthusiastic, but the more serious things became between the two of you, the more he made it seem like his job was a hassle, like it was a burden, and you weren’t the only one that could see it either. 

The members would call you from their hotel rooms when they were on tour, telling you about how he just sat in his room crying all night once the concerts ended, how he wouldn’t eat, how he could barely sleep when he was away with you. You loved Jeongin more than anything, but being with him wasn’t good for him, not right now.

“I don’t have to go on this tour, I can just stay home with you. I don’t like leaving you behind… I don’t like falling asleep without you.” He said as he dropped down on the couch beside you, his arm immediately draping over your shoulder and pulling you closer against him. “They can just play a recording of my part, I don’t think anyone would notice that I wasn’t there. Not a lot of people stan me, so I’m sure it wouldn’t hurt the show at all if I just stayed here with you.” 

You hated that he was practically putting himself down just to justify wanting to ditch the tour. You had never thought of him as the obsessive type, or the dependent type, but he was showing obvious signs of both and that worried you to no end. “What are you talking about, Innie? Everyone would notice you not being there. You’re just as important on that stage as everyone else.” He sighed dejectedly, a small pout forming on his lips as he stared ahead at the blank television screen. You knew that he wanted you to agree with him, that you wanted to just jump on board and tell him to stay home, but you knew that his job was important, and you had talked enough with the other guys to know that he wouldn’t get any better if he did stay with you. 

Everyone was worried that he’ll just up and leave the group just to spend more time with you, and to be honest, you were worried about the same thing. The amount of times that you had to keep him from calling in sick just so he could stay in bed with you all day was more than you could count on two hands. “But I need you there…” He mumbled, grabbing your hand and twirling around the little promise ring that he had given you for your three year anniversary, the same year that he had asked you to move in with him, the same year that he had started to change, and he hasn’t been the same since. “I need you with me.” 

“I’m always with you.” You said as sweetly as possible, grabbing his hand in yours and holding it tightly. “It doesn’t matter if I’m not physically there… I’m with you wherever you go, and when you come back home, I’ll be here waiting for you.” You were doing everything that you could to make him understand, to make him realize that what he was thinking of doing was unnecessary. You loved him, you absolutely adored everything about him, but you knew that if things didn’t get better, if he kept going on the way he was right now, there was only one thing that you could do to help him. 

He huffed loudly, shaking his head as ran his free hand through his hair. “It’s not the same. You should have to wait for me to come home. I should be here with you always, you should be with me always.” He retorted, his head falling against the back of the couch as he stared up at the ceiling. “Why can’t you just come with me?” 

You bit your lip, not wanting to say anything, but you both knew the reason why you couldn’t go with him. You had gone once with him and the guys on one of their world tours, and it had been just as hard then as it was now, if not even harder. He refused to leave the hotel room when he had to go to the venue, and if you did get the chance to go to the venue with him, he started crying when he had to leave you backstage to go on. 

He was attached to you, and while most people would want a partner like him, it was almost suffocating, and it was so unhealthy, not only for him, but for you at this point too. Seeing him cry broke your heart, listening to him beg for the guys not to make him leave you was devastating. He had become so attached to you that you couldn’t even move an inch without him being right there beside you asking if you were going to leave him. There was only one thing that you could do, and you hated that it came down to this, but you had talked it through with the other guys, and they agreed that it would be best for the both of you. 

“I have to leave him, don’t I?” The question was one that had been long coming, one that you had been asking yourself for over two years now, but one that you were so scared to actually ask that you had kept it to yourself. You wanted to find any excuse that you could for why he was the way he was, any reason you could to stay with him, any way that you could think of to try to fix him. He wasn’t fixable though, he was too far gone, and you weren’t even sure what had caused it. 

Bangchan bit his bottom lip, nodding his head slowly, his eyes downcast. He, you, and everyone else in the room knew that this was what needed to be done, but no one actually wanted to know what Jeongin would be like after it was done. “He’s already talking about how to get out of the tour… Has he talked to you about it yet?” You nodded to him and he rolled his eyes, running his hands over his face. “Are you going to be okay though?” 

It was a strange question to ask, and you hadn’t even begun to think about how you’d be if you actually had to go through with leaving him. Would you be okay? You weren’t sure. While you weren’t as bad off as Jeongin was, you had grown attached in some way to his presence, and while you knew you’d survive, it would be hard to go without him, to be without him. “I’ll be fine…” You lied, because right now, this conversation wasn’t about you, this was about Jeongin. “Will he be okay though?” 

That was the biggest question of all, but one that didn’t really need an answer. Everyone in the room knew that he wouldn’t be okay, he wouldn’t be fine, he’d be devastated, angry, broken, and you’d have to live with that, knowing that it was your fault. It was a double edged sword honestly, no matter which way you looked at it, no matter which way you went about it, Jeongin wouldn’t be okay. If you stayed with him, he’d undoubtedly leave his job, leaving his entire career behind just to be with you. If you left him, he’d be just as bad off as he is when he has to go on tour without you. This was a losing game, there were no winners, there was no reward, there would only be pain no matter which move you made. 

“I know you love him… And that’s why this needs to be done. You know that.” Bangchan said, reaching out to pat your knee just as Jeongin walked back into the room, his arms full of the items that Minho had sent him out for. All of you had to put on smiling faces for him, but only you were struggling to maintain that fake smile, because you knew that the smile that Jeongin mirrored back to you would soon be gone, and you’d be the cause of it. 

“Innie!” You called from the bedroom, the closet door opened wide, revealing the suitcases that were pushed against the back wall, still completely empty. He came running in the room, his smile bright until he noticed what you were looking at, and then it fell, along with his eyes that wandered along the floor. “You leave for the tour tonight… You haven’t packed at all.” You had held out as long as you could, you had given him the benefit of the doubt, and he had proven to you that it was helpless, hopeless. 

“I already told you I wasn’t going.” He stated factly, walking over to where you stood to close the closet door, but you placed your hand against it, holding it open as you looked up at him, tears stinging your eyes as you took him in, all of his features, the smile lines that were ingrained in the corners of his lips, the way his eyes sparkled in every single light. When you looked at him like this, you could only see the man that you had fallen in love with, a man that loved you back just as much, loved you so much in fact, that he was willing to lose everything for you. “Why are you crying, booboo? I’m not going… It’s alright, I’m staying here with you. It’s okay.”

Those words that were meant to be reassuring only made things worse, and you shook your head slowly, pulling out the bags and dragging them over to the bed. “Please, go on the tour, Innie… Please…” You whimpered, and it felt so strange, essentially begging him to leave you just so that the two of you could stay together. Of course, he didn’t understand, how could he, why would he understand when he was under the assumption that everything would be just fine as long as he was with you. 

His arms wrapped around your waist as his chin settled in the dip between your shoulder and your neck, and you could feel his chest rising and falling against your back, you loved having him close to you, you didn’t want to give up that feeling. “Why? Why do you want me to go? You know I hate being away from you… Why would you want me to go through that?” He whined, his arms only tightening around you, already scared of having to let you go. He had no idea, none at all. 

“Dammit, Jeongin…” You muttered, your hands slapping down against the mattress before your body whipped around to face him. “If you don’t go… I have to… Do you understand?” His eyes narrowed as his arms slipped from around your waist, his hands falling to his sides as he took a step back. “Watching you fall apart over me hurts, but I know that it’d hurt much worse if I never got to see you again at all… So please… If you love me… Go on the tour.” 

You dropped down onto the edge of the mattress, your hands covering your face as you whimpered quietly into your palms. “Did the guys put you up to this?” He whispered, but the annoyance was evident in his tone as he scoffed loudly. “Is it such a bad thing for me to love you? Why would you make me… I… Are you saying I have to choose whether to go on tour and not see you or to lose you completely? What is this? That’s a stupid ultimatum!” 

“Well that’s the only one you’ve got!” You snapped back at him, hating how he was being so dense about it. It should have been an easy decision to make. Go on tour and still get to come back home to the person that you love. It was the better choice clearly, yet he was making things so difficult, and for what? “I’m not just going to let you lose the career that you worked so hard for just for me… You’re being fucking stupid, Jeongin. I will always be here, but what you’re doing, I can’t just sit back and let you do that knowing that it’s my fault. So you either go on the damn tour, or I’m leaving you.” You took a deep breath, standing from the bed and looking between him and the suitcases. “So am I helping you pack your clothes, or am I packing my own? You need to choose.” 

His back was turned to you, and you knew that he didn’t want you to see that he was crying right now, but you could hear his sniffling, you knew that he was getting worked up. Maybe you shouldn’t have given him a choice at all. “Why are you doing this to me?” He whimpered, his arms folded across his chest as his head shook. “Why is everyone making it seem like it’s such a bad thing for me to love you… Like I’m the bad guy for it? I’m not doing anything wrong.” He took in a shaky breath, and turned to face you. “Do you want to leave me…?” 

“Fuck…” You huffed out the word as you grabbed his arms, pulling them from around himself and weaseling your way into them, your fingers gripping onto the fabric of the hoodie he was wearing when you hugged him. “I don’t want to leave you… That’s why I need you to go. I need you to get better… Because if you don’t… Then I have to leave you. I love you, Innie… Can you do this for me… For us?” You looked up at him, pleading to him with your eyes. “If you do this, we can be together forever, just like we both want… I won’t have to leave you…” 

It was like you could see the gears turning in his mind, like he really had to think this over, but then he smiled, although it wasn’t your favorite Innie smile, it was a smile, and he kissed your forehead as he gave your hips a soft squeeze. “Help me pack my bags… I think I can do it… I can do it for you, for us…” He nodded his head, as if affirming his words to both you and himself. “Just call me every night… I’ll try my best to be okay without you… Just, promise you’ll be here when I get back, please? You don’t know how much I need you.” 

But you did, you knew all too well how much he thought he needed you, how much he believed he needed you. What he didn’t know though was how much you needed him. Things weren’t supposed to go like this, there wasn’t supposed to be any choices for him to make. You were supposed to end it right then and there, to leave him without another look back and allow the guys to pick up the broken pieces that you left behind, but you couldn’t… You couldn’t do that to him, you couldn’t leave him. You loved him too much, and he loved you just as much. You were perfect for each other in some strange way, and you didn’t want to give that up, to give him up.

#kpop fanfic #kpop headcanons #kpop drabble #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #yandere kpop #kpop #stray kids #skz #stray kids x you #skz x you #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids headcanons #stray kids imagines #stray kids drabbles #stray kids fanfic #stray kids scenarios #skz headcanons #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz fanfic #skz drabbles #yang jeongin #jeongin #jeongin x reader #jeongin x you #jeongin headcanons #jeongin scenarios #jeongin imagines

[ven-fic-recs]

VEN'S SUMMER '24 FIC RECS

Below are some recommendations of fics I have collected through the summer of this year so far (Jan - the end of Feburary) ! (I have definitely missed some amazing fics so make sure to check my tag in my pinned post for more amazing gems)

18+ Only (MDNI) as almost all of them include smut or at the very least are suggestive!

On my pinned post is a list of authors who create SKZ fic content, and who I highly recommend. All of their work is S-Class! 💕

Please ensure you read all individual fic warnings before reading any of the fics below! Key - 💕 fluffy 💔 angst 💋 smut

One Shots

Sick Days (Minho) - @/hjizngs 💕 {soft caretaker Minho, who takes care of reader when sick}

Empty My Mind (Jisung x fem reader) - @/forlix 💕💋💔 {snowed in trope with a beautifully haunting plot twist at the end}

All Warmed Up (Chan x fem reader) - @/dreamescapeswriting 💕💔 {Sick reader with a hurt to comfort plot}

Wait Your Turn (OT8 poly x reader) - @/kaciidubs 💕💋💋💋💋 {detailed smut with depth of raw emotions, perfect balance of domestic fluff and spicy dynamics}

Sigma Kappa Zeta's Olympic Level Beer Pong Team (Hyunjin x fem reader x Jeongin) - @/skzms 💕💋💋💋 {Playful plot that captures the build up sexual tension to a steamy threesome perfectly}

Good Loving (Changbin x fem reader) - @/skzms 💕💋 {sexual tension goodness with extreme longing in a unique situation}

Be Quiet (Chan x fem reader) - @/hyunsvngs 💋💕💋💋💋 {reader + Chan + childhood bed = absolute filthy goodness}

Lady-Like (Chan x reader) - @/skzdarlings 💕💋💋💔 {enemies to lovers with competitive undertones and a if you can't beat them join them ending}

Series

Too Hot To Handle (Read Seungmin's ver. However can recommend the entire series) - @/seospicybin 💕💔💋 {where the tv series Too Hot To Handle meets Stray Kids}

The SKZ House (Chan x fem reader x Hyunjin) - @/writeonwhiskey 💕💋💔 [not completed] {Interesting detailed plot within a frat house where reader finds themselves torn between two very different men}

Super Board (Hyunjin x fem reader) - @/straywrds 💕💋💔 {specifically chap 4 as that is what came out this summer, but seriously can't recommend this series enough. Emotional reuniting of main couple after a rollercoaster of events}

Text Reactions

Can You Peel An Orange For Me (OT8 x reader) - @/channie-143 💕 {just super fluffy texts to make your heart melt}

SKZ Headcanons

How SKZ Sound in Bed - @/tyongf-nct 💋💋💋 {wee woo call 143 I'm delulu again}

A/N: Did not read too much this summer, but hope to read more this autumn! If you have any recommendations please comment them! I love discovering new authors or even if you want to recommend some of your own work! Love you all and see you next season! 💕

#fic rec #fic rec list #ven's fic recs for summer '24 #stray kids fic recs #can not recommend them enough! #thank you to all the authors of tumblr that share their writings and who allow themselves to be vulnerable enough to express their deepest #desires and experiences through their writings <3

[hyunverse]

hiiiii moots x skz book tropes pls

AHH THIS ONE’S UNIQUE, I LOVE!! here’s me quite literally writing a whole fanfic plot

1) @hwajin + hyunjin — and there was only one bed. . . trope. they would go on a staycation (platonically) and one of ‘em would mess up the hotel reservations thus leading to only one room aka one bed being available. (hyunjin’s 100% the one to mess up, he’s 1/3 of baboracha for a reason.) i can see them arguing over who gets the bed EVENTHOUGH IT’S LITERALLY KING SIZED ‘N THEY CAN SHARE. would definitely end up sleeping at the edges of the beds, not facing each other 😭 and then fall in love overnight. it got cold so they probably had to get close or some shit. then wound up talking abt their lonely love lives and Boom. they date. slay.

2) @jkefelx + jeongin — classic bumps-into-each-other-in-university trope. we’ve got kana darling rushing to a class and jeongin walking while being on the phone and Tada. . . they Bump into each other then all their books fall so they both scramble to gather them awkwardly but Wait. . . two hands graze each other’s. gasp! the act gets them both shy. shy enough to accidentally swap books. what happens then??? jeongin’s book just happened to have his number in it so wooo, kana calls it and then the rest is history. 🤸‍♀

3) @starlostseungmin + felix — childhood best friends to lovers with a twist. listen. Hear Me Out. i feel like keisy suits the whole pining, slowburn trope. felix as well! they’d be kindergarten friends who got separated once felix moves and then they meet each other in a 💫 fated reunion 💫 therefore all memories rush back or some shit like that 😭 “i’ve never forgotten you” “me neither” (plays the ouran high school host club theme song) 🎶 kiss kiss fall in love yeahh 🎶

4) @zoe8stay + bang chan — blind date trope. look. they’re both busy people. frankly, they’ve got no time to date. . . which leads to jisung practically blackmailing bang chan to go out on a date with this beautiful person he happens to know (you can’t tell me that jisung wouldn’t do this shit.) so chan goes, not expecting much out of it only to end up enjoying the date. idk how but he tolerates zoe’s love for mint choco ice cream (yes i’ll bring this up ‘til the day i die.) one date turns to three turns to five turns to a committed relationship. zoe’s happy, chan’s happy and jisung’s happy!!!

5) @comet-falls + minho — enemies to friends to lovers. i feel like they’d despise each other at first over some trivial thing. then they’d find out that they have something in common (which is wreaking chaos) so they become partners in crime. somewhere along the way it’d turn into something romantic. 💏

6) @asters-abditory + changbin — classic seven minutes in heaven trope. . . except it’s nothing sexual. i feel like within those seven minutes, they’d wound up having a wholeass deep talk. changbin would say something that’s funny and somehow it turns into a talk about their life??? but not the type of talk that makes you cry. it’s light-hearted, yet meaningful and sprinkled with jokes in between. both changbin and aster are the chill type, but with some chaos in between u get me? people would leave them in the closet thinking some nasty shit is going on but it’s a deep talk instead 💀

7) @milkybonya + jisung — the-extrovert-adopts-the-introvert trope! i’m aware that han is an introvert, but on the surface, he’s the life of the party. he enjoys talking to new people, and i feel like he’d get intrigued by quiet people. milky’s a very sweet person, someone laid back who i feel like at a party, they’d stay on a sofa and just watch while relaxing. i feel like jisung would get attracted by that! mans would end up trying to impress milky for hours 😟

8) @starseungs + seungmin — academic rivals to lovers. ah, the two excellent students in class gets paired for a project. they’d argue here and there (it’s mostly seungmin provoking for fun) and in return, cielle would accidentally fuel into seungmin’s need to provoke??? cielle’s just making remarks that’s supposed to be funny but seungmin takes it Seriously and ends up roasting cielle 😭 it becomes a roasting battle. (which is basically a ticket to seungmin’s heatt tbh) they’re both your typical chaotic duo, it’s entertaining.

#rin’s lovemail! #moot games 💌

[yxnjinsduality]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Lily & Other idols relationships

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Shuhua - (G)-idle

the "iconic idc" duo

Lily had met shuhua during MAMA backstage, after what lily calls it their "breath taking performance", she seemed to float towards shuhua more as they both were very open minded and blunt about their choice of words shuhua likes to think of lily as another version of her, (never ask these two how you look when together) not gonna get answers you expected.

"should I get this shirt?"

"absolutely... not"

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Lily - Nmixx

Twins

They may not look alike but they have the same name! Them having the same name is what obviously drove them to want to know each other and it's also funny when someone calls their name and they don't know which Lily their talking about.

"hey Lily what color should I choose"

"uh which one of us are you referring to?"

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Mina - Twice

The sexy duo

The sexy duo as the members of their groups like to call it. Lily and mina never fail to do something sexy without even trying, sometimes mina and lily do this on purpose to see their fans reactions. Yes they know what they're doing there doing it on purpose!

"we should walk out and do a dramatic turn"

"they're gonna go crazy"

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Kai - TXT

mother & Son

Another one of lily's children other than jeongin aka baby bread she has another child which is kai she also baby's him a lot and will threaten anyone who tries to hurt him it's her mother instincts, kai won't admit it but he secretly loves when she treats him like a baby ( shh you didn't hear it from me) moas love to tease kai that they well tell lily if he does something bad knowing she's just gonna come over and give him more affection.

"don't worry about it I'll buy another one"

"ha told you hyung"

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Somi - Soloist

besties

These two actually hangout more than people think they do, they always stay at each other's apartments, going out together you know doing what friends do, but this friendship is one that is unbeatable.

"if you dye your hair blonde I will too"

"bet"

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Jungkook - BTS

Brother & sister

Since jungkook is older he refers to her as a little sister but don't let that friendship title fool you most of the clips of them seen together is Lily acting/being the older sister which is such a plot twist but never the less one of the best brother & sister friendships.

"I'm older so you have to listen to me"

"when has that ever happened?"

#choi lily 🐨 #kpop kpop #skz stay #9th member of skz #gidle #txt #bts jungkook #twice mina #jeon somi #fyp

[atelophobicself]

holy shit. no spoilers below, just some random shots. i hate spoilers and spoiling.

that was a wreck. like, it felt like a trailer for a good teen drama/ coming-of-age. but it was also a whole movie. i can’t interpret it, i was never good with plot twists like in this. highly recommend watching.

loved that beginning sequence with han and seungmin.

binnie adorable face.

jeongin, my beloved, side eye king. he was exactly the type of character i love in shows.

jeongin should act. all of them should. and as always i’m biased, but if seungmin or jeongin acted somewhere i would watch. tbh i would watch any of them.

bonus:

any clothing commercial ever be like:

#skz #stray kids #stray kids comeback #skzflix #stray kids rock star #skz comeback #skz bang chan #skz lee minho #skz seo changbin #skz hwang hyunjin #skz han jisung #skz lee felix #skz kim seungmin #skz yang jeongin #they should be actors #the visuals were so good #coming-of-age much #atelophobicshitpost

[daisy-milk]

Playing for Keeps ~ part one

gotta thank @planetdream for the Jeongin x Seungmin brainrot from this post :3  meow meow 🐯

Jeongin x reader x Seungmin (friends to lovers)

Btw this was definitely suppose to have smut, but me sleepy and I wanted to post this so that it isn’t porn with too much plot… idk. There will be smut in part two.

cw: drinking, cursing, smoochin, not proofread hehe

Originally, this all started off as a competition between the two. Though they could never admit it, both Seungmin and Jeongin had fallen head over heels for you. Even if they could admit, the two would never be able to navigate their feelings without making their own friendship awkward. They’re guys after all. That’s why they came up with their little competition. 

“It’s all for fun,” they would say to each other, “It’s not like I like her or anything, I just don’t want you to win.” They would tease each other constantly, but with each moment they spent trying to win you over, the more addicted they became to you. Fortunately, you never caught on. Or maybe, it was unfortunate. Seungmin, Jeongin, and you have naturally become very close with one another through their little game, but not in the way they wanted. Though you were all nearly the same age, you began to see them as little brothers to you. They were just so cute and friendly with you and you couldn’t help but just find them adorable. It killed them on the inside when their competition began to plateau, neither of them seeing any progress on either side. It seemed as if they hit a dead end with you.

“Who do you like better, y/n?” Seungmin asked casually, looking down at the dishes he was wiping down. He made sure Jeongin could hear his question though.

“Huh?” You lifted your head up from your phone, “What do you mean?”

Jeongin eyed Seungmin from behind you, his interest in the conversation now piqued, “Who else? It’s just me and Innie here.” Seungmin scoffed as if his question was obvious. Jeongin only rolled his eyes as he plopped down into the stool next to you, twisting open the soda that  he found on the kitchen island in front of you two.

Your brows furled as Jeongin gulped down the beverage. That was your soda, “What? Why’re you making me choose all of a sudden? Are you recording me or something?” You duck under the island in search of a hidden camera.

“Why would I be recording you? I just want to know. We’ve been friends for a while and I am curious.”

“Uhm… okay, but this is so out of nowhere. What prompted this? Is this a test? Did I do something to you?” you pressed your hands into the countertop as you leaned over, staring at Seungmin from across the island.

“Yeah, Seungmin,” Jeongin finally spoke up, a knowing smirk on his face as she eyed his friend, “Where’s this coming from?” He knew of course. Jeongin could smell from a mile away how impatient Seungmin was getting with you. Almost a year into their competition and they have gone months without any progress. It was almost as if you were trying to friendzone them, Seungmin would say. 

“Just choose,” Seungmin snapped bluntly, but still kept his tone casual. Jeongin chuckled, he had to admit that seeing Seungmin getting riled up over you was pretty entertaining.

“I can’t! I like both of you. It’s like making me choose between my two puppies at home,” you cooed as you stared at your homescreen image of your dogs. They both rolled their eyes at you now, but you didn’t catch it. 

“You’re comparing us to your dogs now?” Jeongin whined as he leaned into you, eyeing Seungmin as he made his subtle move. 

“Of course,” you still hadn’t taken your eye off your phone, now swiping through images of your pets, “You’re both cute and small and sweet… I don’t think I could ever choose.” By now you were only thinking of your dogs.

“Cute? Small?” Jeongin scoffed, his voice deepened slightly as he played with the loose strands of hair on your face, “We’re way bigger than you.” Taking your hand, he places it on his own to compare the sizes, “See?” he hums as he curls his long fingers over your smaller ones. Seungmin rolls his eyes, wiping down the plates a little harder now. 

“Didn’t mean it like that, idiot,” you flick Jeongin’s nose, “I just mean I love you both the same and it would be impossible to choose.”

That conversation ended faster than it started and neither of the boys got the answer they wanted. They’ve truly hit a wall.

—

“A truce?” Seungmin raises an unimpressed brow at Jeongin, “Is this you forfeiting?”

“No, but this is getting boring. I know you want her just as much as I do, so why don’t we just work together?”

“Work together? And who are you to say that I’m into her? I’m just playing to prove a point.” Seungmin shrugs casually as he looked away from Jeongin.

“What point?”

“That I have more game than you,” the older snickered as Jeongin lightly slapped his shoulder. 

“Oh you aren’t into her, hm?” Jeongin smirks as Seungmin nods his head, “Then you wouldn’t care if I just asked her out then?” His grin only grew when he saw the irritated scowl Seungmin couldn’t hide. 

“Quit smiling like that. You’re going to get lines on your face,” was Seungmin’s only retort. Jeongin smirked, reading through Seungmin too easily, “And how do you know she’ll be even interested in… whatever we’re doing?” Seungmin questions. 

“You really don’t see the way that girl eyes us when she thinks we aren’t looking? Or are you just as oblivious as her?” The younger responds sarcastically. 

“Okay if she’s so into us, why has this bet been going on for over a year, hm?”

“She sees us as men, but doesn’t want to admit it, I think. To her, we’re like little brothers or something. If we just nudge her in the right direction, I’m sure we’ll have her wrapped around our fingers.”

—

“I’m gonna crash on your couch for tonight,” you sigh as you melt into the soft cushions you just landed on. It has only been a few moments since you entered their place and you’ve already made yourself comfortable- before the two boys had even entered through the doorway. It wasn’t unusual though. You practically lived there alongside them, they had long since gotten used to seeing you sleeping over in various parts of their home. 

It had been a short night out, all the boys wanting to go out and drink after being holed up working for the past few weeks, but it seemed you and all the boys had lost the ability to be out past midnight. Frankly, you all lost steam by 10pm. You all parted ways before midnight even hit, leaving you to follow Jeongin and Seungmin home. Felix and Minho stayed out to grab more food leaving you alone in the dorms with the two youngest. The two shared a look before Jeongin spoke up.

“You should sleep in my room tonight… I think Minho is uhm… having people over tomorrow morning. I just don’t wanna have to wake you up early, you know?” he lied through his teeth. Seungmin rolled his eyes at his friend’s pathetic attempt. 

“It’s alright,” you yawned, “Just drag me out before they come over. Besides, there isn’t any space for me in your room.”

“There is more than enough space. I have the biggest room, remember? I’m not going to wake up early to kick you out, you might as well just stay in my room,” Jeongin argued. Seungmin remained silent throughout the exchange. 

“Ugh fine,” you groaned as you sat up from your comfortable spot on the couch. You lazily strolled into Jeongin’s room as you noticed Seungmin following you two. You didn’t press however, not thinking much of it until he entered the room after you, closing the door behind himself as he stood silently at the doorway, crossing his arms. 

“We continuing the party in here or something?” you chuckled awkwardly, leaning over to stare at Seungmin.

“We aren’t tired yet,” Jeongin answered instead, “Hope you aren’t either. We don’t get the house to ourselves like this very often.” He turns his head to Seungmin with a grin. The older stays silent. 

You coughed a little now noticing the tension in the room. You were alone with your two friends. Of course they were attractive, you were aware from the start, but there was no way they had the same thoughts you had when you stared at them from afar. It felt so wrong to have thoughts of them like that, they treat you so well and they’re just so sweet. Just how they would treat a sister, you thought. A deep blush began to blossom onto your cheeks as you felt hot with guilt. You turned your head away from Jeongin after he spoke. Were you imagining it or was Jeongin insinuating something else? You shook your head at the thought.

“I’m not that tired yet, why?” 

Seungmin noticed the slight blush on your cheeks and that your fingers couldn’t seem to stop fidgeting. Maybe Jeongin was actually right. Maybe you really were wrapped around their fingers.  

“I didn’t get to drink tonight,” Seungmin finally spoke up, “There's a box of soju in the fridge,” he spoke bluntly with a casual shrug.

“Round two?” Jeongin smiled. 

—

Two bottles in and it had only been an hour. All three of you were on the floor in front of Jeongin’s bed playing a scuffed version of king’s cup. At this point all the rules were out the window, but it’s not like any of you even knew them to start. 

You watch as Jeongin draws a four of hearts, “Four is…”

“Whore!” Jeongin exclaims, pointing at you, “Girls drink.”

“That’s unfair and sexist,” you grumble as you take another shot. The two chuckle at you, but they couldn’t keep their eyes off of the large cup in the center. It was nearly filled to the brim and it was nearing the bottom of the deck. Hesitantly, you reach over to the deck to draw the next card and your stomach drops. 

“You’re fucking kidding me…” you show your card to the boys- the King of spades. The last king card, “That is actually going to kill me!” you laugh as you hold up the nearly full mug of straight soju. 

“You don’t have to drink it if you don’t want to,” Seungmin starts to reach over to grab the mug. You pull it back before he could grab it.

“No. I have to, I’m a good loser.” At this point you were drunk enough to start drinking the mug without flinching at the burn. 

“Hey, hey hold on, y/n. Jesus Christ take it easy.” Jeongin hurriedly rushes to you and pulls the mug away from your lips. You blink slowly at him, wobbling slightly as he uses his finger to wipe a drop from your lips, “You’re gonna vomit on my bed if you drink like that.”

“This was your idea, idiot,” your speech was slurred as you spoke, “If you’re so worried why don’t you drink some?” You realize how close he is to you as you press the rim of the mug up to his lips. His eyes lock onto yours as he nods, taking a sip from you. Your eyes widen as you tilt the mug, allowing the soju to slowly pour into his mouth. Everything about him was so hypnotizing in the moment. His perfectly shaped brows furling with each sip, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed, his jawline, his cheekbones- there wasn’t a single flaw on that man. And you were so close to him. Your face was now beyond flushed, praying that it was dark enough to hide your reddened cheeks. Not paying attention, you hadn’t realized that Jeongin stopped drinking. 

“Oh shit, sorry,” you muttered as he pulled away. His warmth was gone but you still stared. A single drop of soju trailed down his chin. You had no idea what came over you, but you leaned in, entranced by your friend. Your lips traveled to where the drop sat and Jeongin followed you, his head tilting as you leaned into him. Suddenly you let out the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, breaking you out of the trance you were just in. You flinched, totally in shock of what you almost just did, causing you to lean back. Jeongin’s large hand wraps around the small of your back before you could catch yourself. He was close again, closer than before. 

“Did you just try to kiss me?” Jeongin smirks. 

“W-what? Hah, no… I-” you stuttered, both your hands gripping onto the mug as if it were your life-support, “You were trying to kiss me too!” you exclaimed, attempting to defend whatever drunken honor you had left.

“I was,” he responded bluntly, his smirk not wavering. 

“Exactl- wait…” you blink at him. His hand began to feel very hot on your back. 

He stared at you with a lazy grin and all hell broke loose in your heart. Butterflies were an understatement. His stare made you feel like the kraken had been set loose in your chest. You practically shivered under his gaze, “So are you gonna kiss me or are you gonna keep staring at me while you finish the rest of that drink?” 

That was all it took. You folded, leaning in to crash your lips onto his. Jeongin smiled into the kiss, using the hand he had on his back to tug you closer to him. He was quick to slip his tongue into your mouth, his soft pink lips parting to force your own open. His free hand reached up to your jaw, gripping onto your face as his warm tongue explored your mouth. So lost in the feeling, you nearly forgot about the third player. All until you felt a third hand reach between you to grab the mug that was now leaking onto your pants. You pulled away from Jeongin with a deep breath as Seungmin took the mug from you. 

“Oops, looks like we forgot someone,” Jeongin chuckled. You were literally breathless. You didn’t even have the mind to worry about the soju that soaked your pants.

“Ignore me. Just getting rid of this before it makes your floor all sticky,” Seungmin said nonchalantly as he began to stand up.

“Wait,” you spoke suddenly without thinking. Your eyes widened when you realized you were now holding onto the leg of his sweatpants. Not even five minutes ago you were making out with your best friend in front of him. Seungmin made the appropriate reaction to excuse himself, so why didn’t you want him to leave? Luckily, Jeongin spoke up for you. 

“You want him to stay, y/n?” It seemed more of a statement than a question from Jeongin. The corners of Seungmin’s lips curled up the faintest bit as his head tilted, waiting for a response from you. Suddenly, you felt like being a little greedy. 

You nodded quickly, not knowing how to respond. Seungmin kneeled down to level his face with yours. There was something hidden behind his monotone expression as he stared at you. You had no idea what it was, but there was one thing you knew, there was nothing innocent about the way he stared at you. He was just as frustratingly perfect as Jeongin and it was almost impossible to keep your eyes locked onto his. It was almost as if it were a different man in front of you. You had to turn your head to break the eye contact, give yourself a few moments to take everything in, but Seungmin stopped you before you could. His fingers brushed along your jawline, trailing the bone until he reached your chin, grabbing it with his pointer finger and thumb to turn your head to face him. 

“Jeongin asked you a question. I didn’t hear a response.”

cont. in part two

#spreading the jeongin x seungmin agenda #jeongin x reader #seungmin x reader #skz #stray kids

[minsungderstandings]

Replying to a STAY on YouTube

(I've had to publish the YTube comment here as YTube wouldn't let me post it there because of how extensive it was xdd anyways):

Hi, firstly, I'm sorry for replying so late! I was moving into another house lmao 💀 and secondly, sorry again, because I already know my reply will be long as h3ll (because I'll give you the links but I'll also answer your reply and comment some things so that you and others can know more about MinBin and its rather different/weird fanbase, as there are many interesting things I've found out that are worth-shared!). That being said, let's begin! (Links are embeded in point number 2):

1) About them combining so well: it's not just a perception of yours, it seems to most probably be the truth (disclaimer before starting: tho that doesn't mean anything else, of course xd, and I'm not invalidating MinSung just because of MinBin getting along so well; I don't care about ships in that sense, I just adore them as, I think, both of them are probably the most wonderful bonds w/ Minho because of how well Han and Bin blend with Minho), as shown by the "♡ Kids Room" series: in Minho's episode, Changbin beat everyone, and he did so effortlessly. Every single one out of about 7 rounds. I strongly recommend everyone to watch this episode as there's a lot it can be learned from, about Minho and Changbin as a duo but, most importantly, as them as individuals. Chan only became the chosen one at the end because Minho thought it'd be funny to get rid of the one who was doing it all perfectly, just for the sake of a plot-twist. So yeah, just Minho doing Minho-ing xd Quoting: "Number 1 (Changbin), you've been alive for too long, haha bye, it's been funny!" -- Of course Minho would do something like this. However, that doesn't take away the fact that still Changbin always responded in the precise way Minho liked, plus they even thought the exact same in some cases: "Samba!! I thought of it too!" or when Minho comments "That's exactly what I thought." And just an annotation: although it could be that Minho is choosing the same person over and over again just because it'd be funny to toss that person away at the end (which would arguably be a very Minho thing to do xd), it seems rather unlikely, as he actually seems to be taking it quite seriously, as it can be seen in the way he took seriously Jeongin's response, alongside other ones: whenever he found a response he didn't like or found "illogical" to him, he didn't even hesitate to reply in a direct, sometimes slightly harsh way. So yeah, he was actually taking it quite seriously, he wasn't picking the same person over and over just to get a funny sketch out of it at the end.

This is just one of the multiple times when Changbin and Minho's personalities have shown to be patently compatible (again, that doesn't mean others aren't compatible, or that MinSung aren't compatible; quite the contrary: they are, a lot), and I could enumerate all of the things that make them so compatible, from a psychological point of view (I'll graduate from Psychology at University, so yeah, I'm studying Psychology xd I love the human mind), but this message is already way too long. I'll just comment one thing: they both LOVE having experiences, experiencing new things (which can be explained because Minho is a 6w7 and Binnie is a 7w8 if I don't remember wrong, at least according to people in PersonalityDataBase; they share the 7 urge to "experience" and "obtain"), having fun is something crucial and quintessential to them, which can be seen in the way they're always goofing around (I don't say it, the members said so in a radio show: "you two are the worst at dance practice: you're always goofing around!"). In contrast to this, for example, we have Han, who on the contrary prefers to "gather" in a much more controlled and known environment: he is always gathering information while staying at home, watching YouTube, as he's explained in many occasions.

(Again, I'm utterly sorry for posting such an immense comment, and for my English too: it's my 3rd language and I'm only 20, so I'm sorry if there are any linguistic flaws x'd. I know I shouldn't post such a long comment here on YTube, that maybe I should return to Tumblr to publish all of my essays regarding K-Pop groups and other themes, but I'm scared to de4th because people is unscrupulously diabolical, without a modicum of logic or rationality in their bodies. Freedom of speech is de4d, something intrinsic to the Cancel Culture era (I already got a bit canceled on Twt) for being too logical. I know it's nothing new, but I can't stop being disappointed. )

LINKS

2) The links! (Gosh, finally) · Here there go the links + what I've noticed about Bin's community.

If I had to start over, I'd watch them in this order, more or less:

1-2) Shunbun vid 1: https://youtu.be/W1dhR4H8-g4?si=6R0eRqYpuXcLEH8f

1-2) ELIAKAI vid 1: https://youtu.be/wgYXzVVqPh8?si=s9PI7jmg3UzVThNV

(the vid that made me discover MinBin; amazing. The most watched MinBin video in her channel for a reason). Talking about the MinBin fanbase, first of all, and let's take ELIAKAI as an example, as she's therefore the MinBin creator who made me discover it existed such thing named "MinBin" (before stumbling with one of her/his/their videos, I had never even thought Minho and Changbin could be an actual ship): it stands out how beyond artistic and "deep" most MinBin supporters are (it's nice to see how everyone is different; exmaple: imo, ChangJin fans are definitely the funniest, and sweetest, as far as I know). I think I've never seen "ship" videos with so much artistry, artistic sensitivity and deep thought, at least within the 4th Gen group fandoms. We could resume it with the word "angst" xd. It's something I can't explain here as it's already too long, but you'll probably understand it if you watch some MinBin videos. Her videos are made in a way that makes the spectator feel a kind of love that's unspoken, that not even them can individually say to themselves or to the other.

Eliakai's videos are always outstanding (not only MinBin videos), I can't begin to explain how amazing she is (and how beyond talented!). She doesn't over-analyse, she just shows what they've done and said, and lets you reach your own conclusions, while adding some story-like ambiance (which will lead immature people to take as "they're in love 100%" as they don't understand it's slowed down just for the sake of artistry). She just exposes the FACTS, without blatantly manipulating, but people can misunderstand it and take it as a proof for something else. Of course sometimes it can get too cheesy and fanciful with the slow-mo clips and all, but it's still way better than 99% of the fan-made "ship videos" out there. Her vids are a nice merge of thought, creativity, objective observation and artistry. Of course the "slow-mo" clips don't demonstrate sh!t, it's just part of the artistic ambiance. Not everything is made or added for the sake of an analysis, but toxic fans don't seem to understand it.

3) ELIAKAI vid 2: https://youtu.be/GC5nFRf5Lk?si=UUrlc6kv7JphXN-m

The 3rd vid I'd see if I had to start over. It actually causes me some pain and I have so many things to say about this video, as it's actually portraying something extremely relevant, but it'd be so long. I'll publish it on Tumblr I guess. Anyways, I just say this: let's dive into an hypothesis. What if they liked e/o? Not MinBin but any two people, in any group or any place where this kind of relationship is punished. Do fans realize that accepting your own feelings, and then also confessing and THEN starting a relationship can be extremely difficult in this world (even much more in their society)? I had, and I'm still having, such a h3ll of a time accepting I like women way more than I like men and that I'll probably marry a woman, even if my family kindly supports it and I'm in one of the most progressive countries when it comes to LGBTQ+ acceptance. Therefore, I can't even imagine how DIFFICULT it could be for any of the LGBTQ+ idols to accept themselves (I'm not saying MinBin are). It's not only that society tells you "you're sick/wrong", but YOU also think so, it's you yourself who has it the most internalized, even more than society (therefore it's definitely not surprising that most homophobes turn out to be LGBTQ+ years later). So, the fact alone of realizing you like someone you're not supposed to like can already be beyond difficult to THEM, not just to society. If that's not enough, we have a huge plus here: Minho and Changbin are the type of people who'd have EVEN MORE of a hard time accepting their feelings, as they tend to keep everything chilling, fun and lightly, on the surface, not diving deep into things that may hurt them (they've shown it in uncountable occasions). That's what I madly love about this video. The lyrics exactly depict this: "I might never be the one you take home to mother. but I can be the one tonight." -- Acknowledging you have no possible future with that other person, in this world, and therefore spending all the time you can have with that person, pretending it's not serious and you're just friends: "we're just being silly, it's not something serious, it's not that we're in love, we just want to experiment and play". You don't even confess to that person, irregardless of how sure you are that you both like e/o. You simply can't, it's bigger than you. It has happened to me with almost every female best friend I've had. I can tell you all: confessing to them is the last thing I'd do. So I somewhat imagine (just imagination, people, I'm not stating this as a fact) MinBin this way too: I imagine two friends who flirt, play with the other (as it's the only way they can interact without thinking of something serious), act like Tom&Jerry… They stay low-key, they don't wanna break their friendship by confessing to the other. They try to think of something/someone else, and they achieve it. But feelings sometimes never vanish, and there's still a remaining. And someday they'll get married, probably with a girl. They'll have kids and live a "socially-accepted" life as they, who have very much probably felt weird inside, have always unconsciously dreamt of. But whenever the group meets again, or they both meet again, there'll be some unresolved issues hovering in the air, the reminding of some unspoken tension years ago. 4-5) ELIAKAI vid 3: LeeKnow is like sea wind https://youtu.be/u2U3ElodDdo?si=BfvObWdLJ90F4hw

Okay, too much "angst" and story-like vids, I guess. Here I leave some more chill and short vids I found out:

4-5) Shunbun vid 2: https://youtu.be/Jm63wsoqS2U?si=fBM1cB6R8ZcfOXve

6) ELIAKAI vid 4: https://youtu.be/BCQi1H3ZfPM?si=eOpmTwLwwi43kLTX

7) Lavern (one of my fave SKZ content creator) also has a series of vids regarding MinBin which I think is VERY worth watching! (like all the other series of the channel)

And finally, here I leave the link to Minho's episode: Minho's "♡ Kids Room" episode: https://youtu.be/rbLMIUU0jzI?si=ZO3M95mA4VAaP0Wj

There are many more videos and, also, I recommend to watch all of Eliakai and Shunbun's videos, not only MinBin ones, as they're too talented and it's a shame there's not a lot of STAYs who support these channels. For instance, as I'm Jisung biased (maybe it was something unexpected? People must think I'm MinBin biased or Changbin biased, lol, which is understandable) I adore the video she created for Han, as it depicts why I connect so much with him (https://youtu.be/Rxm8LfXPHpg?si=z52cNdQY-SuIU63Q), or this BinSung vid: https://youtu.be/a4ZehDaeA_A?si=jsm8T-Y3dRl8gCr6. Also, I think it's quite interesting how many MinBin fans are hardcore HyunSung enjoyers too; my top 2 ships of SKZ may now be MinSung and MinBin, and then ChangJin, ChangLix, ChanLix and HyunIn, and also 2Min and BinSung, but I also find HyunSung a very interesting, wonderful and unique dynamic, considering all they went through together).

I also leave the link to the most known channel about MinBin: https://www.youtube.com/@stayminbin

Again, I'm SO SORRY for writing such an extensive comment (exactly 2320 words… gosh), but I hope it was worth it :( I will publish my MinBin essays on my Tumblr (https://www.tumblr.com/minsungderstandings) and on Wattpad. Things such as how Minho adapts to everyone and acts slightly different when it comes to every member (and how, surprisingly, he doesn't seem so "intimidating" and "dominant, agressive" when he's interacting with Changbin and instead he really acts soft and sweet, genuinely, organically, not pretending or trying to be this way in order to protect and show care for the other person, as I suspect he does with some members, but because he WANTS to, which surprised me A LOT).

Pease remember to not take everything I say too seriously, I don't have the absolute truth (I wish I had xd), I may be wrong about lots of things, so I don't even take it seriously myself, I'm humble in that sense xd.

Have a splendid day!! <3

#skz #stray kids #minbin #lee know #lee minho #changbin #shipping #kpop #leeknow_changbin

[hyunjinspark]

you’ve been saying and stating for a while that there are like 5 to 6 chapters left for slwy to end, and I think you should write like 10 more 😭😭😣😣 like I love this story so much, so... I seriously think that there’s a lot yet to explore about this world, like for example hyunjin's character... we’ve seen his soft side for about 14 chapters and now we have this new side of him that’s yet to unpack a lot more about him, and the new characters that you just introduced to the story? so much to develop 😭😭😭

I really want to see the boys from town to come to Seoul and destroy all their prejudices(? that they have towards the city yk, then we have Jisung, Chan and Binnie that we’ve been hearing from them for a lot of updates but some of them are yet to appear yk what I mean, I think there’s still a lot for you to tell about this imaginary world you created that’s so beautiful and gorgeous 🥺❣️

yk what would be the biggest plot twist? yn ending up with Minho 😭😭😭🤓☝️ everyone saying felix or nate or jeongin and I came up with this 😣😣

man you’re gonna make me wanna write them forever 😭 and i wish i could honestly. i wish i could write seasons of their love and their entire saga as they navigate his life and her dreams. as you said, theres a lot of room for development and im going to be trying my hardest to portray everything within these last few parts. i also believe that a lot of people do lose interest in the story after its been running so long + when the characters get together :( i spend a lot of my time on this so i want to deliver my best version of it. perhaps i may release epilogues or special “episodes” later on when it finishes, to quench that thirst haha.

#star lost with you

[iluvchanniesposts]

Weakness

lee!hyunjin

ler!han

Everyone knows the famous ‘dance better, rap better’ duo. Hyunjin and Han, probably the now two closet members of the group. That doesn’t stop Hyunjin from being the biggest windup, though. His favourite past time is teasing Han and making him riled up. At the dorm, everyone was chilling and playing 21 questions. It’s almost as if they didn’t already know everything about each other; but boredom took over and it was the only game they had.

“Hyunjin, what’s your weakness?” Han raised an eyebrow at the boy who had been getting on his nerves all day; he knew this would be his chance to get him back. “Pshh, I don’t know?” He scoffed and shrugged his shoulders. “It’s being tickled.” Jeongin added with a quick poke to his side. Hyunjin yelped, flinging his whole body away from the group as Han was quick to his feet. “No! Leave me alone!” The older boy swung his arms out to defend himself, only for Han to grab them and pin him down. “Let me go this won’t end well for you!” He threatened as his wrists were pinned to the cold, wooden floor. “Hmm.” Han licked his lips. “Where should I go first?” He scratched his chin as he thought out loud, digging straight for Hyunjin’s armpits. “AHHHH!” A scream was let out before actual laughter, tugging at his wrists in ticklish agony. Jisung’s fingers wiggled skilfully in the poor boys bare armpits; the tank top he was wearing was quite an advantage to the evil tickler.

“So you lied?” Han teased, not even letting his fingers up for a second. He must have explored every area of Hyunjin’s armpits at this point. “NO!” He managed to shout between laughs as he was still yanking at his arms. His body was twisting and turning, trying to run away from Jisung’s fingers. “I don’t like liars.” Han stated as he moved his hands to Hyunjin’s ribs and waist, squeezing with the tips of his fingers. “I DONT LIKE YOU HAHAHAH!” The dancer arched his back as the other members watched in glee. Chan was laughing his head off and Jeongin was just happy it wasn’t him for once. “Oh, you don’t like me? That’s not nice.” Han fake pouted and moved one hand to Hyune’s stomach. “HAHAHAH I LOVE YOU!” Hyunjin tried to save himself quickly but it didn’t work, Han was having too much fun violating his sides. His body became too weak to even fight back, he turned to silent laughter and couldn’t help but keep his head on the floor. “Are you sorry?” Han nagged him with multiple pokes to his ribs. “Yehehes! I’m sohohorry!” Hyunjin giggled out after calming down a little bit. Han went back to his space in the circle, everyone watching as Hyunjin caught his breath.

“I will get you back for that, Jeongin.” Hyunjin narrowed his eyes to a very cheeky looking maknae; plotting his death.

#stray kids #skz #bang chan #skz x reader #lee minho #stray kids minho #tickle #ler #tickle fic #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #tickle art #skz soft hours #skz soft thoughts #tickle fluff #skz imagines #skz han #han jisung #skz jeongin