#skz fluff

[astraystayyh]

inhale, exhale.

model!hyunjin x photographer reader. mutual pining and tension and flirting. friends to lovers.

prequel to Breathe, so i highly recommend reading the second part if you haven’t already hehe. reader is wearing a dress/heels.

hyune gives me photoshoots and i give you brainrots in return it is the natural circle of life.. i hope you’ll enjoy this one too 🥹 feedback is highly appreciated as always <3

Hyunjin’s eyes are piercing, locking onto your figure with an intensity that seems to capture you in place. He’s leaning casually against his sleek black car, one leg crossed before the other, arms folded over his chest, unmoving as the sound of your heels echoes against the cobblestone.

Instead, he tilts his head ever so slightly at your approach, his eyes tracing the contours of your silhouette, setting ablaze the scarlet fabric of your gown with their fervent scrutiny.

It was those very brown eyes you first noticed when Minho showed you Hyunjin’s portfolio. You now know that he is drowned in a sea of accolades regarding his physique— his sculpted proportions, the tantalizing curve of his lips and the seductive caress of his fingertips against them, and above all, his alluring aura and the way he works the camera as if it as an extension of his being.

But it is his eyes that have drawn you in first. Piercing, even through a stack of printed photographs in Minho's hands, burning through paper to ensnare your attention. Even more so, when these same eyes found you for the first time, in an outing your best friend Minho organized— an aspiring photographer shaking the hands of an established model, it was a match made in heaven, per se.

Though heaven was the last thing to grace your mind as you looked at Hyunjin, at the way he carried himself with a grace, and a slight cockiness that only comes from knowing your worth.

You caught his eyes multiple times across the dinner table, your knees grazing his underneath it. You returned home with his perfume imprinted into your skin from the lengthy hours you spent talking over drinks, long after Minho went home to his lover, and three cats. You knew then that Hyunjin could never be just a friend to you.

You are even more sure of it tonight, a fleeting four months later. Minho, the heir of your country’s biggest talent agency is hosting his parent’s annual party, gathering photographers, models, and artistic directors alike, a chance to network and score deals you wouldn’t find elsewhere.

Hyunjin insisted on picking you up.

You pause barely a few inches away from Hyunjin, close enough for him to behold the glitter gracing your eyelids, shimmering beneath the moonlight. Smelling his perfume feels like coming home, and you close yourself for a millisecond longer, allowing yourself the electrifying pleasure of being a mere breath away from him.

“Hello, love,” he speaks softly, and his words morph into invisible fingers trailing down your spine, igniting goosebumps in their trail. You’ve never gotten used to this nickname and the way it stumbles so easily from his lips, as if you could, one day indeed, be his love, a reality hovering just beyond your grasp.

“Hi, Hyunjin,” you smile and his placid facade cracks a little, a glint of a grin shimmering on his lips. He drinks you in, his scrutiny deliberate and unhurried, his gaze moving languidly across your form, flickering between all your features as if he beheld time between his palms, and all his seconds could be spent admiring you. It is only when he seems satiated does he speak again.

“You’re beautiful,” he says earnestly, and you don’t miss his choice of phrasing, you’re beautiful as opposed to you look beautiful, as though it matters not what you are clad in, but the fact that it is you wearing it.

Oftentimes, your compliments to him feel superfluous, your words faltering when you think of the many times Hyunjin must have heard the same adjectives describing him. Yet tonight, you cannot conjure a sarcastic retort to drown his sweet words, not before his ebony suit and the satin shirt peeking beneath it, worst of all, the delicate cascade of gold necklaces that glisten mockingly underneath the stars, taunting you, almost, for being able to graze Hyunjin’s skin when you cannot.

So, you settle for the truth.

“So are you.”

“Complimenting me quite easily tonight?” He smirks, and you respond with an exaggerated eye roll, leaning in closer.

“Forget it. You're actually insufferable.”

He mirrors your movement, drawing nearer until your breaths mingle in the space between you both. “I am actually very lovable, thank you very much.”

“Says who?” you challenge, a hint of defiance coloring your words. The kiss he imprints on the tip of your nose comes like clockwork at your words.

“You,” he grins, and you falter, caught off guard by the unexpected tenderness of his gesture. Heat rises to your face, a blush betraying your composure, even beneath your already pink-kissed cheeks, and you curse inwardly at your own vulnerability.

You hate him. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted to kiss someone this badly.

He observes your reaction with amusement, a knowing smile playing upon his lips as he taps the car door once before opening it for you. “After you, love.”

Stepping into the sports car feels like walking into Hyunjin’s essence— the rich cognac and oak notes ricocheting off the interior, the scarlet red cushions echoing the passion Hyunjin seems to carry within him.

And amidst the opulent interior, the small water lilies keychain you brought him seems almost out of place, as it dangles from the rearview mirror. Yet, it makes you feel as if part of you has intermingled with Hyunjin’s being, even in the most simplest of ways.

“Are you nervous?” Hyunjin asks ten minutes into your ride, his fingers drumming along the edge of the steering wheel. Your gaze drifts to the golden rings adorning his fingers, each one bearing the iconic emblem of Versace's Medusa. In another life, he could easily be their ambassador and muse.

Hyunjin’s eyes are piercing, not only because of the flames they dip your body in but also because of the gentle way they unravel your layers, understand your silences more than others grasp your words.

“I am. It’s my first time coming as a graduate, you know? What if I don’t leave a good impression on anyone?”

“Impossible.”

Had someone else uttered those words you would have been inclined to contradict them, but Hyunjin speaks with utmost certainty, as if his words are the only conceivable reply to yours.

“Okay.”

His fingers trail along the shell of your ear, delicately tucking a stray lock of hair behind it. The breaths in your chest ebb and flow more rapidly, you don’t know if it is from nerves or his touch.

“Inhale with me,” he instructs, and you follow his lead, synchronizing your breath with his. His hand glides down your jawline, a gentle caress that soothes your racing pulse. “Exhale,” he murmurs, and you release a breath you didn't realize you were holding, comforted by the weight of his touch.

You know the ghost of his fingertips will remain with you as the night wears on, a reminder that he is near, just around the corner, waiting for you to call him.

“You’ll do well, I’m sure of it.”

The gathering is held in a different location every year, and this time, Minho chose an intimate setting—a dimly lit hotel bar, graced by the warm glow of chandeliers suspended from the ceiling, brown leather seats surrounding glass tables, and extravagant flower arrangements.

For a split second, your back instinctively hunches, a reflexive response before this detailed showcase of luxury. But then you straighten your spine, comforted by the sound of your clicking heels against the polished floor, and Hyunjin's warm palm against your lower back.

You reach for a drink from a passing tray, the glass cool against your fingertips as you swirl the cocktail within. You take note of the numerous guests, as you cast a glance around the room, each one a titan in their creative field. Hyunjin stands at your side, his shoulder brushing against yours, as he too takes his time in assessing the room.

“Seems kind of boring,” Hyunjin remarks, his voice laced with a hint of disinterest as he leisurely sips his drink.

“Seems like your scene,” you tease, flashing him a playful grin, and he arches a brow in response.

“Oh yeah? And what is my scene?”

“An intimate setting with romantic lighting and jazz music,” you explain, taking a step closer and resting a hand delicately on his arm. “And some wine,” you add, though his attention is captivated by the movement of your shimmering lips as you speak. “And pretty people eyeing you all over the place.”

“Are they?” he counters, his hand sliding slowly to your waist, drawing you nearer with a subtle pull. “I only see you.”

“Really?” you challenge, trailing a finger tantalizingly slow along his jawline, “Then make sure your eyes never leave me throughout the night.”

His gaze remains fixed on your retreating form, a mixture of bewilderment and desire swirling in his eyes. He mutters a curse at the sight of your backless dress— it seems more than likely that you are a killer sent to end him by the end of the night.

It’s a few hours later, and Hyunjin has exhausted every social bone in his being, each interaction draining his reserves of charm and charisma. All he craves now is rest, and the comfort of his home—it turns out that, lately, it is more and more wherever you are, rather than the confines of his house.

He spots you sitting in a secluded corner, bathed in the soft glow of a solitary candle. A gentle smile graces his lips as he observes you, engrossed in nibbling at the snacks laid out before you.

Do you even realize how beautiful you are?

“You’re whipped,” Minho's voice interrupts his thoughts, Hyunjin does not contradict him.

“Is it that obvious?” he replies with a hint of amusement, his eyes never flickering away from your figure.

“You should see how you look at them.”

“Is it weird that everywhere we go, the world seems to narrow down to them alone?” he admits, a tinge of uncertainty coloring his words. The silence that follows from Minho makes a scorching heat creep up his neck, so he unbuttons his shirt for a bit of respite.

Minho shakes his head, a small giggle escaping his lips, before offering a reassuring clap on Hyunjin’s back. “I’ll see you around.”

Hyunjin quickly strides towards you, eager not to waste any seconds far from you, propelled by a longing that grips him like a second skin. He thinks you’re much closer to his heart than the necklaces brushing against his bare chest.

“Found you,” Hyunjin announces with a grin as he settles onto the couch across from you. Your body relaxes once you recognize him, your smile blooms akin to the first petals unfurling in spring.

“See, you didn’t look at me all night,” you pout teasingly and he chuckles, tipping his head back.

“I actually was. I was looking at you, through my heart.”

“How does that even work?”

He hesitates for a moment before his next words spill forth, unfiltered and raw. “I don't need to see you to know that you are near, I just feel it.”

A moment of silence hangs between you before you smile sheepishly, tilting your head to the side in wonder. “How was your night?”

“Productive but tiring, and you?” he replies, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the warmth of your presence.

“I got a booking, a big one,” you announce with a grin, and his own smile mirrors yours instantly, his happiness following yours as if tethered by an invisible string.

“Really?”

“Yes, and I think I'll need your help. It needs to be in a bathtub and I know you are busy so it’s okay if—”

“I’m all yours,” he interrupts without hesitation, and you nod, heart swelling with gratitude.

It is quiet then, as you rest your head against the corner of the couch, and Hyunjin mirrors your gesture, his gaze never wavering from yours. The soft flicker of candlelight casts a warm glow upon his bare skin, the one unveiled by his unbuttoned shirt. And your mouth suddenly feels dry, and your heart suddenly aches, for him alone.

He brings his hand near his face, his rosy lips brushing against his knuckles, as your eyes trace the contours of his face— it seems to possess an otherworldly radiance, with dark locks cascading like silken strands, as if meticulously arranged by the hand of Aphrodite herself. Surely, she would adore him too, as would anyone who had the privilege of knowing him.

But you believe your adoration surpasses that of most.

“Thank you,” you whisper, your hand reaching out to rest delicately on his knee. “For finding me again.”

In response, his eyes soften, a gentleness that transcends mere words seeping into his gaze. He's no longer just around the corner; he’s right behind the door, both your hands poised on the doorknob. It is only a matter of time before one of you takes the plunge.

“Thank you for letting me find you.”

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[minsheart]

꒰ 1 AM TEXTS WITH HAN

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[starseungs]

lunchtime tea, served by yours truly. ksm.

kim seungmin x fem!reader — getting dragged over to the student council office instead of the cafeteria was far from your lunchtime plans. too bad seungmin seemed to think otherwise.

genre/s — fluff, humor if it counts, historical fantasy, academy au, duke's son!seungmin x marquis' daughter!y/n • 1.3k words

warning/s — petty noble disputes, seungmin implies a nepotism plan (laughs nervously), both of them are in their second to the last year of academy = they're both around 21 !!

note — here's a short fic i whipped up as i finish take a shot ! yes, its inspired by those rofan manhwas with academy arcs/settings. im obsessed with those ngl

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“Would it really be such a crime to enjoy one peaceful lunch session, Your Grace?”

You sank down with a huff on the smooth velvety sofa propped in the middle of the spacious office room, not paying any mind to the way the door shut with a soft click despite your strong swing to open it earlier. A pair of footsteps other than yours echoed in the space, the flat, heavy heels of the figure’s shoes clacking with strong authority. Yet, you remained unfazed despite the strong aura permeating the enclosure—choosing to stand your ground with a click of a tongue.

Seungmin sighed at the sight of your demeanor. 

“And I believe it would be against academy ordinance for you to call me by that title within the campus premises, Lady Y/N.” He reprimands you with a low drawl before carefully taking a seat at his desk located front and center against a massive glass window, his silhouette strengthening as he leans forward to rest his arms on the desk. You could only whine in mockery at his reply.

“Boo,” you scoffed before crossing your arms and craning your head to stare at him. “Such a stickler for the rules, are you not?”

Seungmin hummed. “I suppose you may be right, but could I also offer you information on my father’s well-being?” He says with a tone implying sweetness, even if you knew otherwise. 

“The Duke is alive and well—yes, I am aware,” you pressed for a smile as innocent as you could manage, enjoying the way Seungmin’s formal facade fell apart slightly before getting gathered up once again. The young Lord cleared his throat before continuing the questionable exchange between the two of you.

“Therefore, we should not be having this conversation in the first place.”

“However, you are the heir to the dukedom, if I recall correctly?”

“Yes, you do.”

You then brought your hands together in a resounding clap at his answer, signifying a remarkable conclusion. “Then it is the same thing.”

Seungmin groaned tiredly at your unbelievable words. “It is clearly not—” he suddenly paused mid-sentence. You watched as his eyes narrowed with an inquisitive glint before he took an obvious intake of air. “I’m getting the slight inkling that you are doing this to raise my temper.”

A prominent laugh bubbled its way out of your throat. “I do find that side of you quite charming, yes.”

“I will pretend to not hear your comment, My Lady,” Seungmin pinched the bridge of his nose, desperately trying to subside his growing stress. “And I would like to inform you belatedly that a peaceful lunch should be the last of your priorities at the moment.”

The involuntary squawk that came out of you voiced your offense. “Well, this is surprising news, as I have not received any notice about a new dietary restriction!”

“It is not—” Seungmin caught himself again. You grinned mischievously at his obvious struggle before collecting yourself when you felt a pointed glare being sent in your direction. He exhaled heavily, “Proceeding with the matter at hand, are you aware of the number of complaints the Theta group has placed upon your name?”

“I do believe there has not been a single soul in this academy who has not,” you hummed in acknowledgement.

“My Lady, forgive me for being rude; however, the answer I was hoping for was to be about how you are planning on addressing this issue.”

“Oh,” you blinked. “Then, I plan to do nothing about the issue.”

A small thud was heard from Seungmin’s direction, prompting you to look over to see what had caused such a sound. Low and behold, the sight of the academy’s best student holding his head down towards the polished mahogany desk in defeat—rendering you unsure of what to do next. There had only been a few times in your entire lifetime that you had seen Seungmin completely shatter his dignified demeanor, and you had known the man since you were six. Now you fear that you had actually crossed a line. 

“Y/N,” he raised his head ever so slightly to lock eyes with you, his next order coming out as a plea. “Just explain why you poured a cup of tea over Lady Colette’s head.” 

“Then forgive me as well for my words. However, in my perspective, Theta is nothing but a pathetic excuse for an institutional social group,” you sighed, remembering the events of the tea party yesterday. “I do not know why they still prove to be the most popular social group for ladies when the Zeta group has always been better. Theta are barely anything worth more than a babble of obnoxious noble daughters who prefer to place themselves on a higher pedestal than they deserve. Lady Colette was terrorizing a freshman from a country-side barony. I only did my best to stop her, considering the fact that mere words seemed to hold no interest for her.”

Seungmin raised a brow. “Quite an interesting way of describing them, don’t you think?”

“Well, I did send my apologies before doing so, did I not?” You smiled back as part of your reply, proudly this time. Seungmin could only scoff, albeit greatly amused.

“You have got to stop trying to outsmart me in times like these, Y/N,” he said, standing up. “You of all people should know how much I lack the ability to harbor ill feelings towards you.”

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow at his surprisingly favorable response. For holding the most coveted position of justice available for students in this academy, Seungmin was surely pressing less strongly on your faults. Perhaps it was a good thing that you still made sure to cool the tea before you dumped it on that Marquis’ pompous daughter.

“Playing favorites, are we now, Mr. President?”

Seungmin laughed openly this time. Talk about a change of mood. “I see that you have now chosen to switch to a different formality, yet again,” he mused on his way towards your figure on the couch. “See, you wouldn’t have this much trouble with other noble ladies if you just joined the student council.”

“Here you go again with your offer,” you said, rolling your eyes. “You of all people should know exactly why I cannot take a position in the council, Seungmin.”

“In my opinion, it would be seen as a reasonable training ground for the future Duchess.”

“You just like the way I do paperwork!” You expressed disbelief at his plan’s implication. “And high society might as well burn me into ashes, thinking that I take advantage of my position as your betrothed.”

Seungmin sighed dreamily, completely disregarding your latter comment. “I do love the way you do your paperwork. Such a perfect pair to my work ethic,” he says, sitting comfortably beside you with a relaxed exhale. “Yes, I genuinely do not see what is so wrong about the offer.”

“Seungmin,” you scowled at him. “Do you wish to put a stain on your reputation?”

“Oh, look at you scolding me as if we had already stated our vows,” Seungmin pinched your cheek in a tease. You attempted to push his hand away, only for him to grab it and intertwine your fingers, leaving you breathless as he placed a feathery kiss on your knuckles. “My dearest fiancee, I do not care what others may think of me. If I am able to, I will give anything you ask for without a silver of hesitation.” He gazed directly at your eyes, pupils swimming with unknown desire.

“My Duchess only deserves the best, after all.”

You pursed your lip at his intimate actions, feeling your stomach do crazed flips at his undivided attention. “It is quite concerning how biased you seem to be when it comes to this matter, Mr. President,” you gave in, letting yourself fall on his broad shoulder. “What have I even done to warrant your unyielding obsession with me?”

Seungmin’s chest rumbled in delight, the lull comforting your mind glazed over with his presence.

“Exist. Now, what do you think of becoming Vice President next year?”

“Serve me tea first, and I'll think about it.”

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[lixie-phoria]

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[scarlettslino]

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[143-iloveu]

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MDNI - Not all of my works are NSFW, but I do not want minors interacting with my blog just to be safe. All NSFW content will carry a Mature Community Label. Ageless and empty blogs will promptly be blocked.

Constellations

Idol!Felix X GN!Reader

Tooth-rotting Fluff

Content Warnings - None

Word Count - 548

When your exhausted boyfriend comes home from dance practice and falls asleep in record time... you can't help but admire him.

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Fifty-five seconds.

That’s all the time it took for Felix to fall asleep once his head hit the pillow - a new record. You decided to count purely out of curiosity. He’s been heading to dance practice before dawn for the last four days, and Lord knows the boys don’t wrap things up until they are beyond exhausted. He hasn’t gotten a good night’s sleep this whole week.

As he drifts farther into dreamland, his tense muscles are finally given a chance to relax. His lips are forming a sleepy little pout, and a trail of drool is forming at the corner of his mouth - his signature face whenever he’s burnt out. He looks so peaceful lost in his dream. Your heart flutters at the sight. You could swear that you found your heaven within Felix. What selfless deed had you performed in your past life to be given the chance to be with such a sweetheart?

You’re quick to take advantage of the opportunity to admire the beautiful man who’s lying before you. His blonde locks are fanned across his forehead, some falling in his eyes. His breathing is slow, chest rising and falling in time. But the thing that always pulls at your heartstrings is seeing the freckles on Felix’s angelic face. It’s as if God painted constellations across his cheeks just for you to cherish.

You lay in bed next to him, attempting to count how many individual freckles you can see.

‘One hundred forty-three,’ you think to yourself.

That’s the farthest you’ve ever gotten.

Suddenly, Felix rolls further into you, burying his face in your chest and wrapping a strong arm around your waist. He holds you tight against him, and you can feel a small smile spreading across his lips. He must have felt you staring and rolled over to hide his face. He’s always such a shy baby whenever he catches you staring at him with hearts in your eyes.

He’s trapped you within his grasp, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You have only a single complaint; you weren’t finished counting. You sigh, accepting that your mission has failed. There’s always tomorrow. Although, you’re certain his freckles are infinite, just like the number of reasons to love him.

“Sweet dreams, my freckled prince,” you whisper.

He hums in response.

“I love you, Yongbokie,” you say gently against his temple before pressing a kiss to it.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he mumbles against your chest.

It feels as if you see God every time he says your name, intoxicated by the sound of it falling from his pouty lips. If his love were a religion, you’d be a devout worshipper. You’ve got him, and he’s got you; until the end of time.

He gives your waist a small squeeze before looking up at you with the cutest sleepy eyes. His lips are puckered, silently asking for another goodnight kiss. You happily oblige. A smile crawls onto his face, and he shifts to get comfortable again. He quickly falls back asleep, a light snore escaping his lips. You lay there truly appreciating the fact that you can call this man yours. Without him, you’d be completely lost. Soon, your exhaustion drags you off to join Felix in dreamland.

A/N: I am so freaking soft for Lixie. I wrote this one-shot in a couple of hours but went back over it hundreds of times since writing it. It has sat in my finished works folder for over a year, and I'm finally ready to let it see the light of day. I hope you love this as much as I do!

-Ashe 🦊🐺

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[bethelighthalazia]

Obliviously obvious

Summary:  Your friends tease you and Changbin until one of them takes it a little too far.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Changbin x fem!reader

Word Count:  1194

Warnings: none

networks: none

[note: this has been requested by @dinossaurz. I hope you like it <3 not beta’d]

© by bethelighthalazia. Do not repost, copy or translate. Unless stated otherwise, those works are mine and born from my own ideas. I don't have any claim on the mentioned real existing Idols whatsoever.

“Why don't you tell him, y/nnie?” Jeongin asked you for the probably hundredth time. Your friend knew about your feelings for Changbin and when he found you watching his hyung once again, the younger one tried to talk you into confessing to the rapper. “Because he would never feel the same, Innie. I'm not his type, believe me.” Was your answer, completely unaware of the feelings Changbin had developed for you ever since you became their choreographer. Some of the other boys noticed and it seemed like they made it into their personal mission to make you confess.

A few days later, you were sitting in the practice room with all the boys. You´re watching the dance practice to see where the guys can improve and what they did very well. While doing so, Minho was peeling some oranges for you and his members, handing you some of the pieces, but Changbin took them before you could, causing your best friend to shoot a glare at the younger male. “No no, hyung, y/nnie doesn't like the white stuff around it.” He mumbled and proceeded to peel the pith off of the orange slices before then handing them over to you. For you, this altercation was something normal, after all, the two of you are best friends, the others though, they just stare at you for a few moments. 

“She doesn't like the white stuff, eh?” Hyunjin asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows, but then chuckled. “It's the pith of the orange. It has a name and it's not ‘white stuff’, Binnie.” Changbin was about to give a snarky remark, but a look from Chan lets everyone go quiet again to focus on the video. When you finished your orange, you got up again and smiled, looking at the boys. “Should we try again? Jisung, you have to be a little faster, or else you could hit Minho. And you, Hyunjin, please calm those hips, yes? Yongbok is not a strip pole,” you chuckled, getting in position while the others gather around. “Oh, Binnie, your shoelaces are loose.” Again, some of the others shot you and Changbin a glance, who thanked you with a smile and crouched down to tie it properly again. 

A few hours later after practice, you all were gathered in the dorms, the boys usually invited you even though you were ‘only’ one of the background dancers and their choreographer, but you had such a close bond to them all by now. One of them actually fell in love with you over time; Changbin. And if he knew that your heart beats faster for him too, it would be a lot easier. 

You found yourself sitting next to him again, casually chatting while you all waited for the food, you were having a bbq together, and the others were watching you two with an amazed expression. It was very obvious for everyone that the two of you were head over heels for the other, just neither of you seemed to realize that. While you and Changbin were talking about music, he was casually cutting some meat for you and putting it on your plate, he even offered you some with his chopsticks that you ate without thinking about it. “Will you wipe her mouth too, hyung?” Han asked in a joking manner, a grin plastered all over his face, he just couldn't resist teasing.

“Yah, I could ask Minho hyung the same, Jisung!” Changbin hissed, his face covered in a light blush. It wasn't that he wouldn't want to do it, but it probably would be a bad idea, after all he doesn't know if you would be comfortable with it. “Huh, me?” The older one asked with a raised eyebrow, head tilted while looking at both of you, your face flustered as well. “I'm not the one shooting heart eyes to our choreographer.” Minho's words caused you to look up, blinking slowly. You hadn't really listened to them, but a chuckle from some of the others had pulled you out of your thoughts.

“I- I don't!” Changbin tried to defend himself, but the stutter and the blushing did not help at all. A laugh coming from the other end of the table let everyone perk up, looking at Seungmin who was the source of it. “We all have eyes, hyung! You're so obvious, it's a miracle that y/nnie hasn't noticed already. Even Hyunjin knows that you fell for her! Well, she hasn't noticed tho, otherwise she'd have confessed to you already…”

These words caused two pairs of chopsticks to drop onto the table with a clattering noise that cut the deep silence of the others. Your eyes wide, you tried to process what happened just now, your heart thumping hard in your chest. Did Seungmin say Changbin likes you? This probably was just a joke, right? Even Jisung sat there, silently staring at the two of you, jaw dropped. Only then, Seungmin realized that he possibly either has caused a big fight, or he has helped you, not entirely sure yet what it would be. 

Changbin on the other hand just sat there, swallowing hard as he looked down at his hands. Should he just seize the moment? What if you don't like him like this? He could lose his best friend, just because his heart had to find its way to you. 

“Binnie?” You asked quietly, blinking as you tried to process the situation right now. “Is- is that true?” The others just look at you two, Chan already mentally preparing himself to intervene if necessary while Minho shoots Seungmin a glare, the younger one praying that he didn't just destroy a friendship here.

After a few more minutes of silence, in which everyone is just staring at Changbin and you, the rapper then exhales slowly, fumbling with his pocket for a bit before pulling out an envelope. “Uhm…yeah. I- I actually wanted to- to ask you out, but-” He starts, his hand shaky as he puts the envelope on the table, his face deeply flustered. “Uhm…there's a carnival in town and I know you like those, so…I wanted to ask you to go there with me and then…you know…tell you-” Seeing him this flustered brought a deep blush onto your face as well, your heart beating so loud in your chest, you'd swear that the others could hear it too.

In the silence that followed, you tried to sort your thoughts. Changbin, your best friend and the man you fell in love with, also has feelings for you? Very slowly, as this revelation settled in, a smile appeared on your lips as you took his hand to give a gentle squeeze to it. “I- I would love to go with you.” you whispered, causing him to let out a relieved breath, his usual happy smile growing on his face again. 

With this, the others slowly turn their attention back to the food, Chan giving you a reassuring and proud smile before he also continues eating. Changbin and you stay leaned against each other, enjoying the slow beginning of a journey you'll take on together. 

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[createdbytragedy]

YOU CUTE LITTLE CREATURE

"Did you just bite my cheeks?!" Jisung asked, eyes blinking in disbelief.

"I'm sorry," you pouted ," it just looked so soft, I couldn't help it."

"Yah! do I look like something to eat?" he asked, trying to cover the smile stretching on his lips.

"But, you're so cute, it's hard to control myself sometimes," you said, pinching his cheeks and giggling. Jisung glared at you through the smile he's trying to hide.

"Am not!" He protested, turning away from you to hide the blush forming in his cheeks. You giggled, cupping his face with both your hands to make him look at you.

"Yes, you are, sir. You are the cutest little creature I've ever seen."

"Stop babying me!"

"You know you love it. " You smirked. And all Jisung could do was look down and smile cause that was indeed the truth. "But, you're cuter and I want to baby you too but you never let me!," he pouts, taking your hand into his and pressing your knuckles on his cheeks. You instinctively started to rub his cheeks and he leaned into the touch which made you giggle. "I love you, you know that, right?" He asked, looking at you with his giant boba eyes. Eyes that held deeper meaning than his words were able to say. Its always the eyes. Its the eyes that surface the truth even when you try to hide it. Its always the eyes that can speak words the mouth can't seem to form. And in Jisung's eyes, you see nothing but pure bliss. "Then.... will you let me eat you?" you asked causing him to snifle a laugh. "No! it hurts!" He shrieked when you pounced on him and attempted to bite his oh so soft looking cheeks again, " Come on get off me!" He shouts but it didn't seem like that's what he want with the way his arms held you in place and laugh vibrated on his chest. "You cute little creature, I love you!" You said, stopping your antics to look at him. "I love you too -," he said ," but I still won't let you bite my cheeks. You can give me a kiss though. "

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[zeroeightzeroone]

homesick - han jisung

love collection

genre: comfort, angst? soft

pairings: fem!reader (infp) x idol!han jisung (istp)

warnings: none?

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you miss your boyfriend–you miss him a lot.

how could you not?

all you have wanted to do for the past couple of weeks is throw your arms around jisung and hold him close. you want to keep your boyfriend so tightly against your chest that you're encapsulated by the warmth radiating off his body, the warmth that never fails to comfort you, resting your head against his chest to listen to how his heart beats in tandem with your own. you miss the physical closeness with jisung.

stray kids has been on tour since late april this year, and the last leg of the tour is expected to end early april next year. while that's quite a long time for the boys to be away, they'd be back in asia in late july and on a break until the tour kicks back up in early september. it's currently the beginning of july.

thankfully, you weren't taking any summer courses. through the grace of whatever higher power there is up there, you managed to convince your boss to let you work remotely so you could join jisung and the boys for two weeks during the japanese leg of their tour back at the beginning of june.

you loved watching jisung perform. seeing him firsthand from the crowd, in his element when he's on stage, performing his art and perfecting his craft, makes your heart lurch; you fall for the man all over again, watching him up there. seeing it firsthand is completely different from watching videos of him–you can feel the energy radiating off him when he's up there.

at the end of those two weeks, you and the boys ended up in the same place: the airport. you were boarding a plane back to seoul, and they were boarding a plane to their first tour stop in america. due to the influx of reporters and fans waiting at narita international airport, your goodbyes to the boys and their staff had to be in the hotel, inside your rooms, hours before checkout time.

knock, knock, knock.

"come in!" you call whoever is on the other side of the door; if it's any of the boys, then they will be accompanied by jisung, who has the extra room key for your room.

you grunt in a squatting position as you move your luggage from laying on the ground, on its back, to standing upright on its wheels. you hear the keycard machine beep from the other side of the door in confirmation as you're hunched over, wheeling your luggage up against the wall before standing up straight and rubbing your palms against your jeans. you watch as the front door opens to reveal the eight boys, jisung in front, holding the keycard to your hotel room. behind them, the managers and some guards come into the room with them, but the bodyguards stay outside.

"y/n!" felix whines with a pout as he pushes forward, running to you and enveloping you in his arms, "fly safe, okay?"

you pat the freckled boy's back appreciatively as you nod.

"make sure you text ji when you land, okay?"

"i will, but you guys will still be in the air when he gets that message."

felix pulls away, his hands on your shoulders as he looks at you, "still, it's the thought that counts." you smile and giggle at felix, who moves aside for the next couple of members to say their goodbyes to you.

your exchanges with jeongin, minho and changbin are on the shorter side; brief hugs with jeongin and changbin, who thank you for coming to support them in concert, meanwhile minho gives you a half hug and pats your head as he bids you farewell, thanking you for taking two weeks out of the many months jisung will spend talking about how much he'll miss you.

meanwhile, hyunjin, chan and seungmin's hugs last a little longer when you're swayed around a little bit and told to be safe, get a lot of rest on the plane and not miss them too much. chan lets you know that if there is any other time you're going to be free when they're on tour, let them know, and they'll arrange everything for you–from the plane tickets to where you're staying–anything at all.

seungmin, the member you're closest to after your boyfriend, whispers in your ear quietly to ensure it's kept between the two of you: "i know you're going to ask me to take care of jisung for you, so don't worry about that. don't worry about hannie; we all got him."

the reassurance brings a smile to your face, and your grip on seungmin gets tighter in appreciation. the boy sways your bodies back and forth, patting your back when you separate. when he pulls away, he steps aside to reveal your boyfriend standing there with a pout, his big, brown eyes glossy as tears build up at his waterline. you have to bite your lip to keep from sobbing.

you were already feeling on the verge of tears when felix came rushing in and pulled you into a hug. chan's words about arranging anything and everything if you're free, then seungmin assuring you that they'll look out for your boyfriend while on tour and now, here's your boyfriend, your hannie, your jisung, looking at you with teary eyes.

you open your arms and jisung runs into them, prompting you to take a step back at the sudden impact, but jisung's tight grip around your waist protects you from any chance of falling backward. jisung buries his face in the crook of your neck while your arms are wrapped around his neck, your chin resting on his shoulder as your eyes are squeezed shut. your grip on each other is tight, knowing that once either of you lets go, the next time you'll be in each other's arms is in two months.

jisung lets a choked whimper slip out that he tries to hide with a cough. you smack his back gently, "ya!"

you clear your throat, trying your best to stay composed and stern as you utter the next words.

"if you cry, i'm going to cry too!" your voice cracks and trembles as you speak.

"i'm not crying," he denies. though his voice is muffled from his head buried in the crook of your neck, you can clearly hear that it's softer than usual, shaky, and uneasy.

you let out a pained laugh, "liar." the tears flow down your cheeks as you hold him even tighter.

"i'm not lying!" jisung continues to deny. he lifts his head up from your neck, and you stand there, still in each other's arms, looking at each other, "see."

what you see is how jisung's cheeks are flushed, wet with tears that probably fell and landed on the fabric of the hoodie you're wearing, his lashes clumped together with tears as he tries to keep his lips pursed together when they're trembling and threatening to go back to that pout. on the other hand, your tears are freely falling as you stare up at your boyfriend through your fluttering lids, mouth opening and closing as you breathe heavily through your pouted lips, cheeks also flushed and damp. you smack his chest.

"what?" he whines.

you open your mouth to laugh at him, but instead, a sob comes out. you fall back into his arms and bury your face into his chest as you cry.

"look who's crying now," jisung retorts as his arms move around your body again, holding you close. one hand rests on the small of your back while the other caresses your hair.

"yeah, the both of you," minho teases and jisung glares at the boy, but the older one just smiles back.

the rest of the boys watch the exchange between you and jisung with a slight ache in their chests as they remember how hard it was to say goodbye to their friends and family before leaving. chan looks around and he gathers everyone to leave, wanting to give you and jisung a minute alone to say your goodbyes before the driver takes you to the airport.

pulling away, jisung moves his hands to your face and brushes your hair back, some strands sticking to your skin because of tears as you hiccup. even when your hair is out of your face, he continues to stroke your hair back while the other hand is on your cheek, gently caressing the skin with the pad of his thumb. the two of you stare up at each other, sniffling.

"i love you," jisung whispers, his voice hoarse from crying.

you nod, sniffling and hiccuping in return, "i love you too."

jisung smiles down at you, "hey, i'll be back before you know it."

your eyelids flutter as you blink quickly, and your hands play with the back of the sweatshirt jisung is wearing.

"i'll text you everyday," he reminds, "i'll call you as much as i can, and as much our schedules and the time zones allow for."

you sigh shakily, "i'm gonna miss you so much."

"i'm going to miss you so much too, my love," jisung brushes your hair back again, "god, i wish i could just take you with me. two months away from you? that's too long."

you snicker, nodding in agreement, "i do too. but hey, i'll get to see so many videos of you taken by stay, doing your thing on stage."

your boyfriend smiles, gazing down at you lovingly.

"i'm so proud of you. look at you," you sigh, lips curled up in a smile, "my boyfriend is going on a world tour."

"do you know what that means?" you tilt your head in confusion, "souvenirs from every stop that remind me of you!"

since he left, both of you have been sending texts daily and video calls whenever your schedules permit it and when the time zones line up enough so it isn't too early or too late for either of you.

sometimes your calls only prompt you to miss jisung even more, wishing he was next to you and that his voice wasn't just coming through a device while he's on the other side of the world, but the distance also means you continue to long for the day jisung comes home. you know his parents long for that day as well, his mother sending you texts every couple of days asking when you're free so you can go out together. as jisung likes to put it–spending time with her future daughter-in-law.

however, as the number of days away from jisung increases, the number of days before jisung returns also decreases. with that in mind, you try to stay positive and look forward to the day he comes home.

now that the boys are in america, they've been quite busy rehearsing, checking and then rechecking their formations and any technical details that could go wrong during the concerts, the process repeating at each venue as they sync up their equipment with the new venues. their team organizing and making sure everything is okay with the venue and other organizers. as a result, jisung has been too busy to call late at night as he passes out the moment he's in his hotel room from the venue, then waking up a couple hours later to hop on a flight to the next destination.

he sends you texts here and there throughout his day, sending random photos of himself and the members during rehearsals or before and after the show. on jisung's end, he sent a text over when he landed early in the morning, saying he could probably hop on a call quickly when he gets to the hotel, seeing as they're going to be in inglewood for a little over a week for two shows instead of one. you were about to leave work when the message came through. going home for the evening when the message reminded you of your phone call with jisung's mother.

"hello, eomeonim (mother-in-law)," you greet when the line connects.

"y/n, myeoneuri (daughter-in-law)," she speaks into the phone, her tone sweet as usual. she doesn't say anything for a moment before speaking, "is this a bad time? you don't sound like you're at home?"

"ah, sorry eomeonim," you apologize, "i just got off the bus, but i'm on the way home now. but don't worry, i can talk if you need me."

"ah okay, i won't keep you too long then, myeoneuri," she assures before continuing, "have you spoken to jisung on the phone recently?"

you hum as you think, "I think it's been a couple of days since our last phone call; why? is he okay?"

you hear jisung's mother sigh on the other end of the line, "i'm a little worried, if i'm honest," you hum in acknowledgment and she continues, "he sounded quite down on our phone call yesterday and the day before. he told me not to worry when i asked… i know this might be a lot, but would you mind talking to him? if it's you, he'll open up more–at least, he'll have talked about what's on his mind."

"yeah, yeah, of course," you agree, "i'll see if we can call tonight, and i'll check up on him, see how he's doing, eomeonim. don't worry too much, i'm sure ji is okay!"

she chuckles on the other end, "ah, you sound just like him, y/n. don't tell him i sent you!"

you laugh in response to her rushed addition at the end of her statement: "i won't say anything," she sighs in relief, "was there anything else you were curious about?"

she hums, "nothing else, thank you so much, myeoneuri. i'll see you on the weekend, okay? come over whenever you want! the door is always open for you!"

your cheeks flush in embarrassment as you smile, "thank you, i'll see you in a couple of days. bye eomeonim!"

"goodbye, myeoneuri! get home safely. i love you," she bids her farewells, which you exchange right back with her before she hangs up the call.

thinking back to that conversation, you wonder what worried jisung's mother about him; was it how he spoke? his tone? the words he used? was he quite active in the conversation, or did he seem more passive? you wonder what exactly she meant by jisung sounding quite down, but you guess you'll figure it out when he calls you in the morning.

it's around eight in the morning when your phone rings from the bedside table. yunjin should already be awake and ready for work, so the ringer volume doesn't wake anyone up except you. you roll around, feeling around the bedside table for the device. you accept his call quickly and place the phone to your ear.

a deep yawn leaves your lips before you say, "ji baby?"

you hear him hum in acknowledgment on the other end before he replies, "yeah, baby, it's me." a sleepy smile forms on your lips at the sound of his voice. " did I wake you?"

you groan softly as you flick the lamp on, the sudden brightness causing you to squint, "yes but i don't mind. i just wanna hear your voice. are you back at the hotel now?"

"yeah, we got back a while ago. i just wanted to be ready for bed before calling; this way i can fall asleep while you're on the line," jisung explains, and you feel your cheeks heat up at his sentiments.

he continues to talk about what they did today. you're gradually more awake and more attentive as the minutes pass, so eventually, you realize what jisung's mother was referring to when it sounded like he's been down. jisung is speaking monotone, his voice softer, and when he speaks, it sounds like his mind is elsewhere.

when he's finished, you decide to segway into that conversation, "how are you feeling?"

he pauses for a moment, taken aback before he shrugs, "i'm tired, it's been a long day of rehearsal. what about you? how are you feeling?"

"i'm doing good, i'm hearing your voice, so i'm doing great," you answer quickly before he tries to shift the conversation to you, "are you physically tired or?"

jisung is lying in bed as he speaks to you, looking up at the ceiling and thinking of his replies, "yeah. dancing and all."

"emotionally?"

"emotionally?" he repeats to which you confirm, "i mean… i'm okay–better now since i'm hearing your voice after a couple of days… it's been a busy last couple of days."

you nod, running a hand through your tangled hair as you listen to jisung on the other end. his tone is still distracted as his words graze over how he's feeling, avoiding delving deeper into it. realizing that maybe he isn't ready to delve deeper into his emotions, you allow him to shift the conversation to your life and what you've been up to while he's been on tour–asking you how work has been and if anything new has occurred. you answer jisung honestly; there is nothing new at work as it's the same job you've had since getting into university; the only new events would be the lunch you have on the weekend with jisung's mother, aunt and grandmother.

the latter part of your updates brings a smile to jisung's lips, his heart warming at the thought of the most important women in his life spending quality time together. but at the same time, hearing your updates about your life back at home, no matter how small you think they are or if they're the same things that always happen, has jisung's chest aching in a completely different way.

"ji?" you call, not hearing anything coming from his end, "did you fall asleep?" you pause to listen, to survey whether or not you hear soft snores or heavy breathing that indicate that he is indeed asleep.

instead, jisung responds after a couple of moments, "i'm still here. i'm awake."

"are you okay?" you wonder, "if you're tired then i can go–"

"no, don't go," he quickly interrupts, "sorry."

"don't apologize, i just wanna make sure you're okay," you reassure, and you hear him hum in acknowledgment.

"i miss you," he declares softly, his voice solemn as he speaks.

"i miss you too, ji," you sigh, instinctively clutching the pillow closer to your chest.

the boy on the other end ponders for a moment before continuing, "i miss you a lot. i don't really know how to explain it," jisung blinks up at the ceiling, "i miss you all the time, but when we get back to the hotel or when i'm not performing, i miss you even more."

jisung's eyebrows knit in frustration as he continues to explain himself.

"i love being on stage, i love performing," he states, "i can't explain how i feel when i'm performing either, but… there's a feeling of contentment or fullness? i don't know… i just know i love to be up there. but…"

"but?" you encourage him to continue as his words trail off.

"but when i get back to the hotel, or when it's all over, i feel tired: the adrenaline doesn't last as long as it usually does. but even though i'm tired, it's hard to fall asleep."

you aren't sure where to place jisung's words, unsure if you've ever felt the way he's been feeling lately, uncertain if you can relate, but at the least, you want to understand and reassure him that you're there.

"there's a feeling of emptiness that kinda just sits there when i'm not on stage," his voice is softer when he says the word 'emptiness' like it's a fragile word, one he's unsure of, "i wasn't sure what it was before but listening to you talk started to help me realize what caused the emptiness."

"something i said helped you realize?" you repeat for clarification.

"yeah, listening to you talk about home, work, the local cafes, the conversations you have with my mom–just everything about your life at home," jisung lists, "i'm feeling homesick."

your lips part in awe when the last word leaves his mouth, the singular word allowing you to reconceptualize what he said previously and gain a greater understanding.

"i tried my best to distract myself and rehearse more to combat those feelings of emptiness but nothing seemed to work; it just stuck there. listening to you helped combat some of my homesickness but…"

"but it's still there," you finish his sentence, and he agrees with a sigh.

"i love being onstage, i feel so alive when i'm up there," now, when jisung speaks, his tone is clearer, and his thoughts are clearer, the way he's speaking signalling that instead of being lost in his own thoughts he's got both feet on the ground and he's working through them, "but i miss home so much. god… i miss you so damn much."

you smile sadly when you hear him sniffle.

"i miss my bed at the dorms, the air fryer at the dorms that we don't even use. i miss the smell of your laundry detergent and shampoo, i miss being in your arms, and you playing with my hair. i miss being at home."

jisung cries softly as he speaks, sniffling and continuing to list off the things that he misses at home. it brings tears to your eyes; using your comforter to dab the tears off your face.

"hey…" you call into the phone, "would it help if i sent little voice messages throughout the day so you could hear my voice? i can send pictures of things you love here too? just a couple more weeks, and you'll be here, and i'll hold you so tightly you get sick of me."

"i'll never be sick of being in your arms," he remarks, "and if it isn't too much, i would love that, all of it." jisung smiles at your suggestions, appreciative of you and your ideas to help him combat his homesickness until he's back in seoul.

"i'll try my best."

"baby?" he coos, prompting a soft response from you, "do you think we can video call? i wanna see your face before i sleep. can you stay until i fall asleep?"

your cheeks heat up from your boyfriend's suggestion, and your heart feels giddy at seeing his face for a couple of minutes before he falls asleep. " of course, baby."

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[stayinlimbo]

We Become We

pairing: husband!lee minho x reader genre/warnings: friends to lovers, marriage of convenience, fluff, poor attempts at my trying to be funny, mc's gender is not specified word count: 1.02k note:  i am not dead yay. i tried my best since i haven't had time to write for almost a month so please take this as a peace offering ♡

Marriage. It’s an interesting concept, isn’t it? 

You’ve always thought so, at least. Two people agreeing to sign a legal document and tethering their lives to each other for whatever reason, be it love, societal expectations, familial pressure, financial security, etc. 

Yours happens to be a man named Lee Minho. The same man you’ve been friends with for as long as you can remember. The same man who asked you to marry him for a reason you didn’t get to learn until he was already down on one knee. 

(“I’m sorry, you want me to WHAT?” “Marry me. Please, I need health insurance.”

“Okay, yes, sure, whatever; now please get off the floor. People are staring.”)

Lee Minho, who, after dragging you to the courthouse and legally becoming your husband, finally elaborated on how his job would pay him more and cover both of your health insurances if he was married. So really, in his words, he was “doing you a huge favor” by marrying you. 

And, in all honesty, he really was. No, you didn’t have a ring to show off your new husband’s weird skill at finding loopholes in company policy, and you’re like thirty-five percent sure the two of you are committing some kind of marriage fraud, but does it really matter when you can finally start using the hot water in your dingy apartment without worrying if you’ll have enough money to fund your crippling caffeine addiction? The government will have to drag you kicking and screaming before you resort back to mankind’s cruelest form of torture: cold showers. 

Not to mention that marriage didn’t even change your relationship with Minho. And why would it? You’re still you, and he’s still him. He gets on your nerves just the same, maybe even a little bit more after he decided to frame your marriage certificate in his living room and send a photo to all your mutual friends. You’ll never forgive Minho for laughing at your helplessly panicked state when the group chat wouldn’t stop exploding with messages and incessant calls. 

You’re still his best friend that resides in his apartment four out of seven days of the week while he inhabits yours for the other three. Maybe that’s why, two weeks after your “wedding,” when it was time to renew your lease, Minho suggested with a simple shrug of his shoulders that you move in with him since “you’re here all the time anyway.” 

You’ve really got to learn how to say no to him because now you wake up next to your best friend/roommate/husband in his one bedroom, one bathroom apartment at the crack of dawn with a light pressure on your chest and fur in your face when his cats decide you need to wake up right now to feed them. 

Not to say you don’t like the new arrangement! No, that would be the furthest from the truth. 

Sure, you didn’t appreciate your skin care routine being interrupted by the unexpectedly high-pitched scream Minho let out when he saw you in a face mask for the first time, and what kind of person still has their phone’s brightness turned up all the way before bed? But who else would willingly tolerate your deliriousness before your morning coffee or indulge in your pleas to cook your favorite food three days in a row? 

Living with Minho has only made the purely platonic feelings you harbor for him grow stronger.

That’s what the fluttering in your chest means every time you see him, right? The reason for the smile that grows on your face when you hear the distinct jingling of keys at the front door?

Yeah, that must be why heat spread across your cheeks when he handed you his phone to text one of his friends back, because since when did the heart emoji make an appearance next to your pinned contact name?

You just care about each other, that’s all. It’s normal to want to make sure he arrived at work safely and ask how his day is going during your lunch breaks. It’s normal to start receiving back hugs before bed—a comforting weight as Minho’s chin rests on your shoulder while you apply the rest of the products to your face. 

It’s natural to have doubts about the nature of your relationship during an evening walk, acutely aware of his fingers lightly brushing against yours as you silently study his features illuminated by the soft glow of the scattered streetlights. What if he meets someone else and falls in love with them and wants a divorce and– oh. 

Has he always looked at you like that? With his gaze softening as it locks with yours? With the corners of lips lifting into the gentlest smile you’ve ever seen? With all the stars shining above you finding a second home in his eyes? A look so loving that it takes your breath away and you can’t tell if you’re about to laugh or cry in relief. 

And when you return home to get ready for bed, the familiar feeling of hands wrapping around your waist and a careful pressure resting by the crook of your neck quells the remnants of your worries.

It’s you and Minho. Minho and you, just as it always has been. Just as it’s always meant to be.

The distance between your bodies on the bed becomes nonexistent when you curl yourself into his side, laying your head on his shoulder and intertwining your legs with his as he immediately, unhesitantly, adjusts his arm, his fingertips finding purchase on exposed skin and roaming across the span of your back. A kiss to the top of your head is the last thing you feel before the gentle lull of breathing and the rise and fall of his chest begin to soothe you to sleep. 

…

Ah, marriage—what an interesting concept. Two people agreeing to sign a legal document and tethering their lives to each other for whatever reason, be it love, societal expectations, familial pressure, financial security, etc. 

You love your husband, and you’re beginning to think he loves you too. 

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[writingforstraykids]

Zehina & Nat ramble - Seungminnie 6🖤

As your relationship deepens, Seungmin's playful side never dims, but another, more tender layer slowly emerges. He starts leaving you little notes hidden away in places he knows you'll find throughout the day. Each one carries a message, sometimes silly, sometimes sweet, making you laugh or warm your heart when you least expect it. It becomes a beloved ritual between the two of you, a silent conversation that lessens the distance of your daily routines. These little bits of affection speak volumes, revealing a depth of his feelings that he sometimes still struggles to express aloud.

And you don’t mind that at all. Sure, at first the little voices appeared and whispered in your ear, saying how he doesn’t truly love you. But you quickly dispersed those gloomy thoughts, or to be more exact, Seungmin’s first little note did that for you. It was stuck to the inside of your bag, carefully tucked away for you to find later. You had no idea how he even put that there without your notice, since it was basically always by your side. Your lover was a sneaky person, something you had to learn sooner or later. But that was no problem as you matched it with your own hidden little notes, not rare for you to get a random message from another member with a photo of him, your lips stretching into a warm smile as you watch his lightly dusted cheeks and shining eyes. It became a little habit of yours to save all those pictures to a folder on your phone, looking at them whenever you’re feeling down and missing your lover.

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[orangebl0ssoms]

𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬: non-idol!skz x oc

wordcount: 11k

chapter warning(s): violence, cursing, movie reference(s), mentions of injuries, etc.

synopsis: Ha-na and Mo-mi unintentionally break into an abandoned wearhouse where they get caught by a group of 8 rebellions, a man-made organization called, Stray Kids.

a/n: just a quick note, i got the inspo for the boys and the house off some pinterest fanart a while back, the creators insta is, koyasumi, so cudos to them, the boys designs are not made up by me. FULL CREDIT TO THEM YALL PLS.

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“That’s poison ivy, and that’s poison ivy-” Ha-na timidly itched her arms glaring down at the tall grass, Mo-mi who struggled to carry her own backpack; filled with food and essentials from the store, rolled her eyes. “Not every fucking plant is poison ivy, Ha-na.” She grunted out.

The two walked through an open field, overlooking a lake. Sunlight beamed over their silhouettes, while birds chirped in the distance, a rare look for the setting in the homeless area. “Are we gonna be there soon?” Mo-mi whined, “You’ve been asking that for the past 10 minutes, nothing has changed.” Ha-na grumbled, in which the other girl sighed. “Maybe if I wasn’t carrying the heaviest bags of the bunch.”

Hana stared down at the map in one hand, ignoring her friend’s complaints. Her eyes lit up, “Ooh! We’re getting closer I think.”

Mo-mi glanced over briefly, “Don’t play with me.” She raised a brow. Hana shook her off with a small wave of her palm, “It’s fine, we’ll be there at dawn, probably?”

Mo-mi immediately dropped the bag, laying on the grass, “What do you mean, ‘probably’? That’s still too long.” She puffed her lips up. Hana stared down at the girl in amusement. She takes a seat next to her, “Do you need a break?” Mo-mi nodded, “Just a bit.” Throwing an arm over her eye to block out the golden rays shining in her eyes.

Hana looked down at her watch, “Well, we’re gonna go soon. So hurry-” The minute those words left her mouth, Mo-mi was fast asleep.

So the day went on.

—

Mo-mi’s eyes twitched open to the sound of crunching, as if someone was eating chips. Low and behold when she rubbed her eyes and glanced to the side, Hana had her mouth stuffed with chips as she doodled on a little notepad she found inside of her duffel. Hana swiftly turned around upon hearing the chuckle that came from behind her. “Don’t scare me like that!” She placed a hand on her chest, letting out a small huff. Mo-mi scoffed, “You’re the one who woke me up with your loud chewing.” Hana slowly gulped her food down with red cheeks, before glancing down at her watch. “We need to go.” She huffed, placing her chips down.

“Jesus. How long did I sleep?” Mo-mi yawned, standing up, glancing up at the sky with squint, the atmosphere darker than before she had slept. “A couple hours. I didn’t want to go through the pain of waking you up, so I let you sleep.”

Mo-mi grinned softly tilting her head to the side, “Aw-”

“Yeah, whatever. Carry your bags.” Hana shoved the the heavy bag and her belongings into her arms. Mo-mi rolled her eyes as they both got their gear on, “I take it back.”

“Ready?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

—

Hana and Mo-mi made their way down a hill, the moonlight sparkling over the dark blue water, the sprinkles of water since it was about to rain, nothing but small crickets in the distance and silence, or what should’ve been silence for the two considering the small argument Mo-mi may have started. In the girl’s defense, all she asked was a simple question. ‘Are cat’s better than dogs?’

“Dogs have many beneficial qualities that help humans, alright?” Mo-mi rolled her eyes at Hana’s assumption, “Oh alright Bill Nye, where did you get your information from, google? Cause clearly…” Mo-mi glanced around, “There’s no cell tower around here.”

“So what?”

“So your information is wrong and I'm right.” Hana glanced over appalled, “Actually, no, that’s not how that works. i’m not bull-shitting, alright? I’ve had a dog before-”

“Yes. Five years ago.” Mo-mi deadpanned. “Doesn’t mean anything has changed.” Hana snapped as the other girl placed her hands up in defense, “My reason is valid.”

“No it’s-”

Mo-mi stopped, huffing out a small ‘shut up’ staring ahead. “Look.” They both stared at what looked like a big house, or what looked to be a home. A bunch of bushes and trees, sticks and wire, covered the opening, it looked as if someone moved them there to keep people out. Hana nodded her head towards them, both immediately pushing past the tree branches and barbed wire with ease. The two looked up, welcomed with a huge dark, looking wearhouse. As big as a building almost. “Oh my god…” Mo-mi gasped. Hana nodded, staring up with the same amount of amazement in her eyes as Mo.

“Alright, no offense but when the hell did the homeless start building cool things?” Mo-mi turned to Hana who ran a hand down her face. “I don’t know, but someone is definitely living here.” She nodded assuredly. Mo-mi furrowed her brows, “You don’t know that?” Hana went to protest until Mo-mi cut her off, “We can just check, alright? If there are, we can leave. Simple.” Hana rolled her eyes, “Fine, but if we get caught, I swear-”

“We won’t. Chill.”

—

Unfortunately, their small heist didn’t go on for too long. As the two moved around the perimeter of the warehouse, Ha-na made the move of knocking on the door, only for it to slowly creak open. “That’s creepy...” Mo-mi muttered from under her scarf, Ha-na nodded in agreement before placing a palm on Mo-mi’s shoulder, “You check the outside, i’ll get the inside.” Mo-mi nodded as they both parted ways. The shorter girl’s steps were light against the cold floor on the inside, the girl was met with a homey space, well homey to a man. The scene looked as if it were to be on a set of a movie, very put together as if someone had been living there.

Skateboards were lined up on the wall, paint splatters used as decoration, a leftover pizza box on the put together coffee table, soda cans, etc.

It was oddly clean, ‘A boy definitely lives here…or a couple at least?’ Hana thought. As she looked through the house, Mo-mi snuck around the backyard, finding a garage. She raised a brow, staring down at the half assed toy buttons to open the door, one red one green. Once pressing her finger down on the green button, the door lifted only to reveal a shiny looking car, spray painted with tons of colors and various different words with orange road cones lined along the roof. One recurring word that stood out to Mo-mi was the ‘SKZ’ was spray painted on the front doors. She hummed with a small frown, walking off.

Hana walked all around the house to see what she’d find. What had her on edge was that every door was open, no equipment nor shoes lying around, just empty. She was greeted with a small door at the end of the stairs she walked down. She looked down at the rusted lock hanging with a chain wrapped around the handle, it had been a small door down that led to what she would assume was a basement. Making an attempt to pry it open or unlock the small lock hanging on the handle wasn’t enough, it was as if it got budged or blocked. Hana swiftly smacked down the lock on the door with the handle of her scythe, successfully opening the door. She carried on down the wooden steps, coming face to face with a large white room with a bunch of motorcycles lined up. Huge bikes, all spray painted on. Ha-na’s jaw dropped, she couldn’t even count the amount if she wanted to. ‘This person must love bikes’ She thought.

“Jesus.” Hana muttered, only to hear the resounding noise of a gun clock.

Before Ha-na could take stance, a bullet flew past her shoulder. She let out a small yelp, her hand gripping where the bullet grazed. turning around to see a flash of white hair and smoke move behind a small wall. The lights turned off just when Ha-na went to grab her scythe. “Whoever the hell is here, stop fucking around!” The girl yelped, her breathing fastening, her body tense but ready to pounce as she looked around. Once hearing the small snort of laughter that came from behind her, definitely too deep to be Mo-mi’s, she took cover just before an array of bullets flew her way.

On the other side of the door, Mo-mi’s head shot up from her knees upon hearing the gunshots. She stood up from the floor and called out, “Ha-na? Ha-na!” Her eyes darting around her surroundings. She tried to yank open the door that was previously open before, now locked. “What the fu-” just as her fists made contact to bang on the door, an arrow flew past her head, multiple actually. Mo-mi ducked and whipped around to see where the arrows were shot from. Through the bushes near the woods, Mo-mi couldn’t fully identify who it was due to the darkness. The person finally stood up, making the glare from the porch light cascade over over the mask they had on. To Mo-mi it looked to be a girl at first due of the brown bun they rocked, but it had to have been a man due to his height and the muscle he was packing, the only thing that wasn’t revealed was his face, covered by a cat mask.

Mo-mi moved to walk up to him, “Who the hell are-” only to be cut off by someone kicking her in the back, almost sending her forward off her feet. She groaned and glanced up from the ground to be met with another guy, this one had been shorter, bright blond hair and bangs with red streaks. A red jacket and a white ripped crop top, showing his abdomen. This ones mask was yellow, resembling a chick. Not a cat, but a yellow chick. “What is this? some kind of cult?’ Mo-mi genuinely thought. The girl went to look for her bow, glancing down at the ground where her backpack was supposed to be, but had been in the hands of the taller man.

He tossed it into the bushes, as the smaller guy ressasured him. “I’ve got this one, go help the others.” He spoke in Korean, as if giving him a signal to leave. The low register of his voice shocked the girl, as she watched his friend nod and unlock the door with the end of her bow with ease, walking in. The masked man’s head slowly turned back, almost as if a switch went off in his head, but Mo-mi knew how to play nasty too.

She watched as he took one of his swords off his back, this didn’t faze Mo-mi. In fact, once he swung his sword down to hit her she swiftly moved back, initially dodging the blade of the weapon. Their speed matched up to one anothers. Mo-mi was a pretty skilled fighter, but her tactics barely stood against his own. Knowing this, the same moves she made wasn’t going to hold him off forever. So she ran off, leading him back behind the house, where she wanted him.

Meanwhile, Ha-na winced, covering her ears at the loud sound of gunshots hitting her ears, bullets flying past her, not only from one person but two, one had a fox mask while the other had a bunny one. She was hidden behind a small pillar, which wouldn’t act as a barrier for long considering how much they shot at it.

Until it stopped, followed by silence. The air was sharp, warm, as if someone was about to make a move. Just as Do Ha-na moved to grab her weapon, she felt a harsh tug on the back of her hood, pulling her up over the counter. Ha-na yelped loudly making eye contact with bunny mask. Acting quickly, she kicked him in the stomach making him stumbling back.

Bunny clearly wasn’t affected, nor did he even budge. The other male in the back, fox mask, laid back against the wall lighting another cigarette. His gun fell to the floor, Hana could practically feel the smirks sprawled across their faces. “This’ll be fun.” White hair chuckled, bunny mask rolled his white sleeves up nodding his head. “Make a move.”

Hana scoffed, cracking her neck, knowing the two were only trying to rile her up more. She replicated the head nod back, the man sighed in response. Cracking his knuckles, he made the first move by lunging at her, throwing fists, in which she swiftly blocked. The man ended up being able to get Hana to a disadvantage after she went to throw a punch, grabbing her arm and using it to flip her onto her back. The move almost knocked the air from out her lungs.

She spun in a circle, rounding her feet over his arm, replicating the same move he used on her. Only this time he was able to throw her off him, using his strength…and he was very strong. Ha-na was punched.

Mo-mi was kicked. In the nose. She stumbled back while wiping her leaking nose; glaring at the blonde male stalking towards her. She swerved and slid across the concrete with such ease just to get away from his blatant attacks. Leaping away from him, she used his shoulder as a leverage once he swiped at her with the sword. The two both fall back from the force, Mo-mi rolling into the garage of the wearhouse.

Before Mo-mi could get up, he was fast on his feet, sprinting at her with the sword ready to attack her with. Upon swinging his blade at her she ducked and rolled, the blade hitting the side of the house, initially breaking the sword in half with a resounding ‘clink’. Mo-mi chuckled, watching as the man shook his head and dropped the rest of the sword onto the cement. “You think this is funny?” The man spoke in english. His voice was not only deep but held a thick australian accent. The moment was amusing to the girl. Not much for him.

Hana was pushed down into a chokehold onto the floor, she gasped for air as the man spoke into her ear. “Who are you?” He hissed, tightening his grip when she didn’t answer. “Not gonna answer me?” He huffed. Hana seethed, immediately gripping onto his forearms, letting her powers burn his arm with a bright light coursing through them. He yelped loudly, yanking his arms back, falling back onto the floor. “The fuck was that?!” The platinum exclaimed, grabbing his gun just as bunny stood up, the two left utter silence.

“Listen to me, or else I won’t hesitate to kill the both of you.” Hana pointed her scythe that radiated a gold glow, she panted seeing as the two didn’t make any moves to stop her. “You’re-”

“I-” She stuttered, just realizing what she had done by outing not only herself, but Mo-mi as well. All of a sudden she felt hot sparks of electricity crack up her sides before she fell to the ground, instantly passing out. The man who tased her, had stood behind her figure with a wolf mask. “You two go find the other, I’ll take this one.” He spoke, grabbing the girl by her sides, tossing her body over his shoulder with ease.

—

Mo-mi was about to get ganged up on by the rest of the men that surrounded her, and time was running out. They stared down at her with impulsive eyes. It was as if she were prey and they were the wolves. That was till the smoky black mist that manifested from her palms, exerted out towards the 7 men. The shock wave sent them back onto the ground, the force practically knocking the wind from half their lungs. They were all left groaning as Mo-mi laid unconscious.

That’s when Wolf mask entered the room, his buff arms folded, he was amused.

“Let’s clear out.”

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[seungjin-143]

hello hello!

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i'm new on this app and i wanna start posting :) i want to focus mainly on skz since they are my ults but i'm also open to other groups!

please let me know what kind of content you want me to put out since i am a bit overwhelmed with the amount of opportunities there are

a little something about myself:

my name is daisy and i'm a '04 liner, i am obsessed with fashion and art and of course music, my bias in skz is hyunjin, i am a very sensitive person but also very cheerful and bright, i always love to chat :)

i hope i can make some friends on here and enjoy my time

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[chang-bunnie-bini-bop]

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝obsessed? i admit it…• h.hj

✰ pairing - hyunjin x idol!reader

✰ warnings - kisses, mentions of panic attacks, angst and fluff

✰ word count -

✰ notes - i hope the anon who requested this likes it :c i changed it a bit so i’m so sorry

✰ sypnosis: your relationship with hyunjin was steady at the moment, until a large ripple occurs and it gets hard, but it’s all okay, he’s here.

masterlist | requests open!

after one last kiss, you finally patted hyunjin on the thigh, signaling him to let go of you. 

with a low whine, he released your waist from his vice-like grip, smiling with slightly swollen pink lips that made you want to kiss him again. 

“bye bye, my lovely y/n.” he sang while you walked to the door, smiling sweetly at him. 

you made sure you weren’t being followed. 

being an idol meant the fans could never find out about your relationship with hyunjin. not if you wanted death threats or creepy stans. 

you grabbed a drink at a random place, and stopped at your apartment. 

your phone was ringing the whole way up, though you made sure to check it once you got home. 

you audibly gasped the second you opened the phone. photos of you flashed across the screen, from just a few hours ago, heading to hyunjin’s house. 

your blood turned cold. they had pieces together everything. 

it wasn’t a secret anymore. the picture collages of you and hyunjin ran through your mind like a freight train, along with all the comments, your members worried voices over the phone, and the way the company would react. 

oh my god, what if they terminate my contract? 

your tears flowed down your cheeks out of nowhere, unbothered rivulets of your sadness washing away. 

you never meant for this to happen, this wasn’t supposed to happen. 

you only realized that you practically ruined hyunjin’s career when videos of fans sending protest trucks flashed on you for you page, the messages making you sob harder. 

the knocks on the door didn’t even register in your brain until you heard his frantic voice, your sobs growing louder as you ran to the door as fast as your feet could take you, slamming it open and falling into his arms. 

those arms. the ones ready to take you in, the ones ready to comfort you. he wasn’t mad at you. 

“shhh…there there. you saw, huh?” 

you nodded, ignoring the worried voices of your members in the call behind you. they still had a little while before they reached; you were in japan other than korea to follow solo schedules. 

hyunjin hummed your favorite song in an attempt to calm you down. something about seeing you cry broke something inside of him; hyune knew he couldn’t bear it and it wouldn’t take long until he started crying with you. 

your members’ voices quieted in the background, it was just you and him, hyunjin and you. nothing else mattered, you didn’t care about anything else. 

he kissed your cheeks to rid the tears, smiling at you and playing with your hands. 

“i-i ruined everything. your career…everything!” you cried out, breathing was getting harder. 

“no…no. i’ll be okay. you’ll be okay, and we’ll be okay, yeah? everything will work out. it’ll be hard, but it’ll be okay.” hyunjin sighed, thinking while wrapping his arms around your drawn-in frame. 

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stays cheered in ecstacy, hyunjin taking the mic from one of the members. even though you had told him it was risky, he had told you to come to the concert. 

so there you were, center row, with a lightstick and jointer in your hands, a wide smile gracing your pretty features. 

hyunjin cleared his throat, and the crowd quieted. “um, so i guess you guys have heard the rumors about me and y/n, and i want to address them.” the crowd gasped collectively. 

“they’re true. i love her, this isn’t going to be a short one month, two month thing either. i want forever with her.” he smiled at the other members, and chan sniffled a little, felix running to comfort him. 

“i want you to respect our decision. i would really appreciate it. thank you.” he gulped. 

the crowd was silent, all eyes on you. 

then they cheered. 

you grinned, tears shining in the corner of your eyes. it would all be okay. 

hyunjin may be a little obsessed, as you were with him, but it’s alright. he admits it, and you have to admit it too. 

hyunjin was yours. only yours, and you believed in happily ever after with him. 

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[143-iloveu]

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Coming Soon - 05/01/2024 12pm EST

Eternity

Idol!Chan X Idol!Reader

Tooth-rotting Fluff

Content Warnings - Teeny tiny make-out session, Chan calls reader princess (otherwise GN!Reader), reader stares at Chan's shirtless torso (can you blame them?)

Word Count - 2,040

Synopsis: You never imagined going on tour with your boyfriend and his bandmates would lead to this. Although, you wouldn't change it for the world.

1st A/N: This will be part of an 'Idol X Idol AU' series. Once I post the next part, I will create a master list with each part in the order they should be read. You can absolutely read this as a stand-alone though.

2nd A/N: Thank you, Elly, for prompting me to write a mushy Chan proposal with idol!Chan and idol!reader. Without your input, this fic wouldn't exist. Soft, mushy Chan deserves more recognition, and I'm here to ensure he gets it! It took me a few days to flesh this out, but I am super proud of how it turned out. It's been sitting in my finished works folder for FAR too long (nearly as long as Constellations). I can't wait for you to read it!

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