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This is literally the first fic I've ever written that's not a request so I feel very proud of that

I wrote this one thinking on my baby (@itzsana-kiddingmenow) (and with her indirect help-) so I hope it's good enough and just as amazing as she is<333

-tickle fic, if you don't like that you can keep scrolling

lee!Jisung ler!Changbin

requested by: no one

warnings: ticklish kisses, nuzzles, kinda short(???

taglist: @itzsana-kiddingmenow @channieissocute125

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Hannie was in his room, doing nothing more than staring at the ceiling, kind of bored but not really.

Changbin had just finished writing a new song he had been working really hard on, and was really proud of it, he wanted to show it to someone, just to listen to some other opinions.

Of course the first people he wanted to show it to were the other 2 members of 3racha, but small problem, Chan wasn't at home at that moment.

That didn't stop the rapper, he went to show it to Hannie anyway, he can tell Chan once he's back.

"Hannie? You awake?" Binnie asked when he entered the room, even though it was only 8pm, you never know with Jisung.

"Oh hey, hyung. Come in" Sung waved the older, moving a little so he can lay down next to him.

Bin sat on the younger's bed showing him his phone with his new song "What do you think? I think is good, but probably not my best job"

Hanji read it carefully "This is amazing, hyung!" He said after a while, returning the phone to his hyung.

The dwaekki smiled softly "Oh, well... I think it's good, yes"

He then felt a bit affective, so he cuddled his dongsaeng, nuzzling a little on his neck.

Hannie giggled a little at this "Hyuhuhuhung..."

Bin just continued at it "What?"

"Yohohohou're..." Sung couldn't complete the sentence, the word was too much for him.

But Binnie finally realized what he was doing "Oh. Am I tickling you?" He stopped "Sorry, I didn't mean to" he said to the younger, just cuddling him now.

The quokka boy couldn't help but pout

He didn't want him to stop

But couldn't ask for it... He was too flustered to do so, so he just kept pouting, hoping his hyung realized and helped him.

However, Changbin seemed to be oblivious at Hannie's wishes, and even closed his eyes, getting comfier there with his dongsaeng.

Jisung didn't want to ask him to tickle him

But ended up doing it anyway

"H-Hyung..." He called him as tapped his shoulder

"Yes?" The older opened his eyes and looked at him

"I... Didn't really want you to stop..."

Changbin didn't understand at first, but then realization hit him.

Hannie wanted him to tickle him

And he will gladly do it

Almost immediately, the dwaekki sat on the younger's hips, raising his arms above his head, to immobilize him.

"You ready for it~?" Bin teased, to which Hanji nodded shyly

The older decided to start on a spot he knew Hannie loved: his belly. Started scribbling gently but extremely tickly all over it, provoking some cute giggles out of Jisung, besides a cute blush on his cheeks as well.

"Awww~ Is this good, Hannie?" Binnie asked, kind of teasing, kind of actually asking.

Han could just nod, making the ler grin.

Soon, Changbin changed of spot and technique, now starting to squeeze his younger's side, making his way to his ribs as well, not limiting at just one side of his torso, but going for the other one too.

Hannie, meanwhile, couldn't do much than giggle and blush. He was totally loving this, and Bin knew that.

Changbinnie felt like trying something he hadn't before, not sure if he should, but risking anyway.

He leaned down a little, blowing some air on Sungie's ear, not expecting it to tickle him that much, but it certainly did.

"OH MY GOHOHOD, that's bahahahad hyung!" Bin just grinned at his strong reaction, and, using the fact he was close to it, decided to give him little ticklish kisses on his neck, while whispering some teases he knew would have him bright red, while at the same time, the tickling on Han's sides and ribs got a little bit rougher. "You just love this too much, hmm~? You can't take it~? Too bad~ You asked for it, you're stuck here~"

Jisung's face soon was extremely red, he was too easily flustered for this- But despite of that, he didn't want it to stop just yet, so didn't say anything.

They kept it like that for a while, until Hannie thought he really had had enough "OkaHAHAHAY hyung! StohohohoHOHOP IT Now please!"

Bin of course stopped immediately, and got off the younger "I'm sorry, was it too much...?" He asked concerned when he saw Hannie panting slightly

But Sung of course shook his head "No, hyung... It was great..." He hugged him "Thank you..." Mumbled shyly

Changbin just smiled softly at him, hugging him and rubbing his back "No problem, Hannie"

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I liked this one😻

I feel it's too short, but good anyway

I hope y'all like it as well :3

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jungkookslipring · 3 days

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heyy, I recently discovered your blog and I must say it’s gnarlyyyy! This is totally random but do you think I could request lee! Minho and ler! Seungmin? I love 2min. It’s not a demand x have a gday maye

Dogs or cats?

Words:741 Note: AHH ITS NOT THAT GOOD :( T/w: none, cat is just tired Lee: Know Ler: Seungmin

"Are dogs better than cats-? Cats, obviously." Minho muttered under his breath, scrolling through various comments on a new video they had posted. The oh so exciting video where said interesting question was extracted from was one with both Seungmin and Lee Know in it, better known as 2Min. As the melody of the song they danced to echoed through the studio, which Lino thought was a great choice to do, he read the mix of words their fans had said for them, was when he found it.

"Never." He heard a snappy voice interrupt his calm train of thoughts. He wondered how anyone managed to find him, definitely not because there was music blasting from his phone loud enough to wake up the dorms if he moved an inch closer to the exit door. Glancing at the mysterious member that dared deny his claims, he noticed it was none other than Kim Seungmin. Of course he would deny Minho's obviously righteous thinking, cats were better than dogs, no matter what.

The cat and dog had a glaring contest, their claws and paws kept behind their back, ready to strike should there even be a hint of an opening. With a loud bark, which was really a soft grunt, Seungmin launched himself at Minho, pouncing onto his prey. Minho let out a shriek of a war cry, tumbling to the floor with the puppy as they wrestled playfully on the smooth wooden floors of the studio. Squeals of banter and yells of sarcastic insults filled the room, the two playing in their own world as if nothing else mattered, as if time stood still, the grains of sand in an hourglass stopping in their tracks whenever they had fun together.

"Admit it! Dogs are better than cats!" Seungmin insisted, pushing at the cat's invading hands that tried to wrestle him onto the couch. For now, the younger had the easy upper hand being atop Minho, but he knew it was as clear as day it wouldn't be long before the older got the upper hand, naturally being physically stronger.

"No! Cats are better- ARGH!" Minho's comeback was shortened when hands stopped resisting his, making him feel suspicious. Seungmin wasn't one to back down easily with a hard resolve, he was planning something.

Luckily, or unluckily, Minho had guessed it right, feeling fingers wiggle their way into his armpits. The cat shrieked of the sudden jolt of electricity that shot through his body, cackles spilling freely from his mouth from how surprised he was. The puppy was lucky in that vulnerable opening to say the least, not having to worry about revenge when the older's arms clamped to his sides.

"CHEHEHEHATER! YOHOHOU CHEATER!" Minho howled with laughter when Seungmin kneaded into the centre of his armpits, arching his back off the couch before crashing back down in ticklish agony.

"There were no rules against this hyung, now tell me dogs are better." Seungmin deadpanned, talking in a monotonous tone as if he wasn't tearing the cat to shreds in laughter.

"NEHEHEVER! YOU BRAHAHA- NOHOT THERE!" Minho tried his best to protest, but with choices come punishment. Fingers dug right into his waistline, making him throw his head back in hysterics. Instead of trying to even wrestle, at this point the older was just desperate to pry the younger's invading fingers off him.

"Never? Then I'll go forever." Seungmin chuckles lowly, sinking his thumbs deeper into Minho's v-line, making him shriek in laughter.

"STOP IT! NAHAHAHA!" Minho squeals and shakes with laughter when lips found their way to his neck, blowing hard on the sensitive skin. He falls into the couch with a cry, tears welling up in his eyes. He was rendered useless, a dog toy for Seungmin's entertainment till he couldn't take it anymore.

"FINE! DOHOHOGS ARE BEHEHETER THAN CAHAHATS!" Just like that, everything slowed to a stop. He felt a weight lift off him, literally and metaphorically. He pants and gasps, tears resting well on his lashes prettily. Seungmin nestled himself upon Minho's lap, cuddling him cosily.

"See, there are many benefits to dogs than cats." Seungmin happily boasted, Minho grumbling in protest. Nonetheless, he sank in when the puppy rubbed at his hair soothingly, fighting back the smile to keep up with his cold demeanour that melted away under Seungmin's warm hold.

"Mhm, but you have ten seconds to run once I'm awake, cats are sneaky predators after all."

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jungkookslipring · 3 days

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Heyy! Love your tk fics! Could i request a lee seonghwa, ler yeosang? You can choose the plot/storyline etc... I don't think i see the seonghwa/yeosang dynamic enough...

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG AHHHH

Summary: Yeosang is exhausted and is in need of some cuddles. His oldest brother is willing to provide just that and more.

Pairings: Lee! Yeosang, Ler! Seonghwa

Relationship: Platonic

Side note! I tried to do my research to see who rooms with who and I got a lot of different answers so lets pretend everyone has their own room even though I know they don't hahaha.

Sleepy Sangie

Once all 8 of the guys got home, they kicked off their shoes and didn’t even try to fight for who got to shower first. Practice kicked every single one of their butts today. After an hour it was lights out and everyone was in bed snoring, except for one. Yeosang.

The young one tossed and turned in his bed and as much as he was tired, he couldn't slip into dreamland as quick as everyone else. He has too much on his mind and he was frustrated he couldn't turn his brain off. Yeosang wasn’t one to initiate cuddles, but after today, he had a strong urge to just be held. Everyone in the group, even the younger ones encouraged him to come to them for anything, understanding how shy he could be. Worrying that Seonghwa might be asleep, he oh so carefully knocked on the door, enough to where someone could hear but didn't want to be too loud. There was a questionable “hmm?” on the other end of the door, and Yeosang took that as permission to walk in.

“Hi hyungie,” Yeosang whispered. Seonghwa sat up in his bed.

“is everything alright?” He asked the 99 liner. Yeosang nodded.

“yah im fine, I just wanted to ask if i could maybe cuddle with you?” He asked shyly. Seonghwa’s heart warmed at that.

“Of course Sangie, get in here,” he said as he lifted up the covers. Yeosang walked over to the bed and slowly got under, pushing his way towards the middle where Seonghwa made room. The oldest threw an arm around Yeosang’s waist and an arm under his neck. The younger one cuddled up to his hyung and let out a sigh.

“Sleepy?” Seonghwa asked. Yeosang nodded with his eyes closed.

“Are you sure there’s nothing bothering you?” He asked as he rubbed a hand over his waist, causing Yeosang to twitch a little.

“I guess I’m just worn out from work. It’s nothing extreme I’m just more tired than usual, and it’s getting a little harder to sleep,” Yeosang whispered. Seonghwa nodded as he rubbed his waist again, Yeosang giggling slightly. Seonghwa realized what he did.

“Oh I’m sorry Sangie that wasn't intentional,” he said chuckling to himself, aware of how ticklish Yeosang was. Sangie blushed at that and snuggled further into Seonghwa’s hold. The older one decided an alternative and chose to rub his back so it wouldn’t tickle the younger one as much. Yeosang sighed but would occasionally giggle when Seonghwa would either use his nails to scratch his bare lower back or accidentally stray too close to his side. Yeosang giggled more and more when Seonghwa kept up with these actions.

“I think I know how we can get you to sleep,” Seonghwa sang when Yeosang rolled onto his side to face his hyung. Small giggles started bubbling from his mouth when a hand started scratching over his tummy. He curled upon himself and hid his face in Seonghwa’s neck, trying to be as quiet as possible but the more he suppressed his giggles the more ticklish it became. Yeosang’s arm was still under his body so the one free arm he had was used to cover up his face, grateful Seonghwa couldn’t see how flustered he was.

“Awww let me see that cute face Sangie,” Seonghwa cooed while propping himself on his elbows, pulling Yeosang’s arm away from his face. Yeosang giggled louder when his arm was pinned to his chest, and a sneaky hand gently squeezed his exposed side.

“Is Sangie getting attacked from the tickle monster?” Seonghwa said doing his best aegyo. Yeosang’s sweet giggles filled the room as he squirmed as much as he could on Seonghwa’s bed. He scrunched his eyes shut and hid is face in Seonghwa’s shoulder when fingers wiggled on his torso again.

“So cute,” Seonghwa smirked. He decided to use two hands and latched onto the boy’s sides, eliciting a squeal from Yeosang and another flow of loud giggles that he so desperately tried to muffle behind his closed lips now that none of his hands were free. Once Seonghwa decided Yeosang had enough, he let off and rubbed his tummy with his palm, a content sigh leaving the younger's lips.

"Thank you, Hyung, love you," murmured Yeosang as he was already half asleep. Seonghwa smiled and pulled the younger one close.

"Love you too, Sangie."

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jungkookslipring · 3 days

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𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙖’𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙆𝙕:

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙤 — 𝙡𝙚𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙝𝙤:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 491

𝙖/𝙣: i know ppl were waiting for this chapter eheheh

𝙩/𝙬: rough tickles, minho cries a bit

𝒍𝒆𝒆: minho

𝙡𝙚𝙧: reader

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s 🐇

what a brat

just wreck him wherever

the fact that you even manage to get the upper hand on him says a lot

and he’s definitely gonna get you back so might as well make it worth the fight 🥰

softly wrecking him does wonders

get him everywhere just drive him insane 💗

“a—AH!!” Minho shrieked as your arms slid around his waist. “You scared me!” He whined.

“Sorry!” You giggle, pressing your fingers into his stomach by accident and watching him tense up. “Oh? Did that…tickle?~”

“N-No! Let go of me, brat!” Min started to squirm and try to twist out of your grasp as you gasped.

“Now, that’s not nice.” Fingers dug into his sides and Minho was struggling, his lips sealed and face turning a bright red as his lips turned upwards at the corners.

“mhmhnnmhmm!!” He giggled quietly. You managed to twist both of you onto the couch, where you were seated on the backs of his thighs.

You only continued to try and tickle him into submission, his ears turning a light red and practically radiating heat.

Until your fingers were in his armpits. That’s when he broke. “GAHH!! NAHAHAT THEHERE!!” He exclaimed, bucking upwards and finding himself at your complete mercy.

“You’re such a brat! I need some way to make you stay, kitty cat…” You tease, and he turned even redder, suddenly squealing when your fingers slipped to the tops of his ribs next.

“AHHHAHAHAHA!! YOUHU SUHUHUCK!!” He screamed, trying his hardest to stop his hysterics but failing.

Minho began to cry tears of mirth, shoving his arms back to try and grab yours and kicking your back with his socked feet.

You turn around and grapple his foot. That was enough to get him begging.

“PLEASE!! NOT THERE I’M TOO TICKLISH THERE!!” Minho began to shriek as you slowly peeled his socks off.

You shushed him as he began to kick out aggressively, and you managed to lock your legs around his ankles. “You ready?~”

Your fingers scribbled all over the arch of his foot, and to your delight, he lost it, emmitting a high pitched squeal before descending into hysterical laughter.

“NOOAHHHAHAHAHAHA—!!” Minho squeezed his eyes shut, a wide smile stretching his face as he pounded the couch cushion with his fists in ticklish desperation.

“Does it really tickle that bad?” You asked in a ‘sympathetic’ tone.

“YEHEHEHEHES!! PLEHEHEASE LEHET GOOOHOHOHOHO!!” Minho let out another bout of uncontrollable cackles, the soft scribbling of fingers over his sensitive sole driving him absolutely crazy.

“Mmm…why should I? You’re just too adorable to handle~”

“PLEHEHEHEASE IHILL DIHIHIHIE!!”

You decided to let up for a break; Min clearly needed one.

He panted and slumped onto the couch, still giggling a little and wiping the tears off of his face.

“Youhu suhuck!! Ihim gohohonna get you back so hard…”

You gasp. “Don’t sass me!” One poke to his knee was enough to get him to shut up.

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jungkookslipring · 3 days

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𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙖’𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙆𝙕:

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 — 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 514

𝙖/𝙣: i really hope this is good…

𝙩/𝙬: rough tickles

𝒍𝒆𝒆: chan

𝙡𝙚𝙧: reader

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

honestly wreck him until he dies

a lot of the time chan believes he’s the tough leader

drive those thoughts away with tickle time!

wreck his sides they’re wayyy too sensitive to leave alone

rough tickles for this leader!

“Channie~” Your voice wafted through the air, a sultry sweet lilt accompanying it.

Chan gulped and burrowed deeper into the blankets, clasping his hands over his eyes.

Despite being the leader, and in his case, one of the stronger members of the group, the second you manage to get your hands on him, he’s weak to your touch like putty.

You enter the room he’s in; there’s no way he was getting out of this one.

It had started with him just trying to play a prank on you. It was April Fool’s Day after all, and he played pranks on all the members every year.

Now that his little prank had managed to fail, you were now practically hunting him down in the house, ready to give him the wrecking of a lifetime.

“Found ya.” He felt your weight on his back and hands were suddenly squeezing his sides through the blanket.

Chan squealed and threw his arms back to try and catch your hands, letting out small giggles.

Thankfully, the blanket shielded his body from your hands, allowing him to try and fight back.

“Don’t try to fight it.” You demanded, managing to throw the blanket off of him and squeezing at his sides harshly.

Chan screamed as your fingers massaged deep into the muscle of his sensitive sides, cackles shooting from his lips and his head flying back into the pillow.

“NOHOHOHO!! PLEHEHEHEASE IHIM SOHOHOHORRY!!” He laughed, his cute dimples showing and making you smile.

“I know, and I’m not stopping.” You retort, struggling to pin his arms down and resorting to digging into his thighs instead.

Channie shrieked and laughed cutely, twisting around involuntarily and trying to shove you off.

“DOHOHOHON’T!!” He yelped when you massaged playfully at his underarms, and the leader clamped his arms to the side and squeezed his eyes shut.

“What a strong leader! Turns out he can’t even handle the tickles.” You tease lowly, and he screamed flusteredly. “IHI CAHAN HANANDLE IHIT!!”

You gasp. “What a little liar.” You leaned down and pressed your lips to his side, blowing out as loud and hard as you can.

“AGGHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STOHOHOHOHOP!!”

“Do you still think you can handle it?~” More raspberries follow.

“YEHEHEHEHES!!”

Clearly, you needed to go rougher. Your fingers pressed cruelly into his ribs, squeezing the area wildly and watching him howl and thrash hard enough to shake the whole bed.

Tears of mirth slipped down his face, and his laughter went silent for a few seconds before coming back louder and wilder.

“I CAHAHAHAHAHAHANT HAHANDLE IHIHIHIT!!” He finally urged, and you let go of him, rolling off of him after slapping his butt twice.

He panted and began to run after you, making you shriek as he managed to catch you around the waist.

Maybe a tickle fight on Sunday wouldn’t be a bad thing.

released in honor of one year knowing @jeonginsdiary, the first tk creator ive ever talked to 🥺💗

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jungkookslipring · 3 days

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Lee Know ☆ SKZ Code Ep. 49

Bonus:

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jungkookslipring · 3 days

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Hi! I’m madly in love with ur writing and ur skz tickle fiction. They light up my days. Could u do, only if u want, a fic series with ler! Reader and Lee! Every member ( or also a fic like headcanon like the Binnie one u’ve just Made). Take ur time and stay safe. Thank u so much for make my days better.

𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙖’𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙆𝙕: MASTERLIST

𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨:

Chapter 1 — Bang Chan

Chapter 2 — Lee Know

Chapter 3 — Seo Changbin

Chapter 4 — Hwang Hyunjin

Chapter 5 — Han Jisung

Chapter 6 — Lee Felix

Chapter 7 — Kim Seungmin

Chapter 8 — Yang Jeongin

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jungkookslipring · 4 days

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boom shaka 🪩🎶

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"You work just as hard as me"

pairing — idolbf!jeongin x fem!reader; established relationship

word count — 3.2k

warnings — she/her reader, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, lots of kissing and cuddling, mild cussing, insecurity themes, reader is depicted as being really smart

summary — jeongin has always been insecure about his academics. ever since he met you, he knew you were the smartest girl he's ever met. you also always made it feel like he learned more from you than from school itself and he admired you for it. he never really attended high school and barely ever had good grades. due to this, jeongin always told himself he was just stupid and never deserved someone like you.

As you anxiously logged into your student portal to check your midterm results, your heart raced. Jeongin, being the supportive boyfriend he is, sat beside you, his eyes filled with anticipation. You both knew how much effort you had put into your studies, and the results would finally unveil the fruits of your hard work.

As the grade appeared on the screen, your eyes widened with disbelief. You had not only passed but had excelled beyond your own expectations. A brilliant smile broke across your face as you turned to Jeongin, who was watching you with eager eyes.

"Jeongin, look!" you exclaimed, pointing at the screen. "I got a 96! Can you believe it?"

Jeongin's face lit up with genuine joy as he took in the fantastic news. "Wow, that's amazing, Y/n! I knew you could do it!" He enveloped you in a warm hug, radiating pride. "I'm so proud of you."

You couldn't contain your happiness. You leaned back, gazing into Jeongin's eyes. With a beaming smile, Jeongin cupped your face in his hands and planted a sweet kiss on your lips. The excited bubbled up within you, and without thinking, you jumped onto him in sheer joy.

Jeongin, caught by surprise, chuckled at your joy. He playfully tickled you, his fingers dancing along your sides as you giggled uncontrollably. The room echoed with the sound of your laughter. Jeongin's laughter mingling with yours made the celebration even more special. As the tickling subsided, you found yourselves catching your breath, still enveloped in each other's warmth.

"I'm so, so happy, Jeongin!" you exclaimed, your eyes shining with delight.

Jeongin grinned, his eyes reflecting the shared happiness. "Oh, Y/n, I can tell! I'm thrilled for you. I love seeing you this happy."

Suddenly, your phone rang, and you quickly grabbed it, excitement still coursing through your veins. It was your best friend, and as soon as you answered, both of you screamed into your phones simultaneously. Jeongin watched with amusement as you and your best friend shared your excitement.

"I got above 95!" your best friend exclaimed.

"Stop it right now, same. I knew you'd do good, I literally told you," you shouted back, a wide grin on your face.

Jeongin smiled fondly as you and your best friend screamed at each other over the phone.

After the call, you turned to Jeongin, still beaming. "Can you believe it, Jeongin? We both did so well!"

Jeongin's eyes softened with pride. "I never doubted you for a second."

"Oh yea and she wants to go get food together tonight. Wanna come? It's just gonna be a few friends."

Jeongin thought about it for a moment, his expression shifting between contemplating the invitation and the commitments he had. He had literally rushed over to your apartment from practice earlier to be in time to see the results with you.

"I'd love to, Y/N," he said with a warm smile. "But I might need to head back soon. Practice and all."

You nodded in understanding, "No worries, Jeongin. Thanks for being here with me though. You really didn't have to,"

Jeongin gently cupped your face, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Go enjoy dinner with your friends, and we'll celebrate properly after, just the two of us."

A grin played on your lips as you asked, "So, you're coming back after practice?"

Jeongin's eyes sparkled with affection, and he replied, "Of course. When you come home, I'll be waiting right here for you."

You couldn't help but break into a wide smile, and you wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. "I can't wait, Jeongin."

As you pulled away, Jeongin's phone buzzed with messages from his fellow members. He chuckled as he read the texts, realizing that he had overstayed his initially planned break.

"Looks like they want me back," Jeongin said, showing you the messages. "I told them I'd be away for only half an hour, but turns out I went over time."

You playfully shooed him away, "Go, go! They need you. We'll have plenty of time together later."

Jeongin grinned, giving you one last kiss before standing up from the couch. "I'll see you soon, Y/N. Save some of that happiness for me."

As he made his way towards the door, he slipped on his shoes. Opening the door, Jeongin turned to look at you, his eyes filled with fondness.

In a soft tone he said a little "Bye," with a smile. With that, he stepped out into the hallway, closing the door gently behind him.

Once Jeongin was out of your view, the smile that had adorned his face began to fade, replaced by a subtle expression of sadness. He had known all along that you were going to get a good grade, it didn't surprise him one bit.

His mind wandered to the times you rambled about your college experiences—the late nights filled with assignments, the tiring study sessions, and the challenges of balancing academics and life. Those were moments when he wished he could have experienced the college life, as difficult as you made it sound.

Yet, deep down, Jeongin knew that he willingly chose the path of an idol. The wide stage, the love of fans, and the thrill of performing were what he aspired to. It was a choice he made with full awareness, and yet, he sometimes longed for a different path.

What has always troubled him the most, however, was his insecurity about his academics. Ever since he met you, he could tell instantly how bright and insightful you were. When you'd explain concepts, like the intricacies of human behavior or the subtleties of psychology, he admired you. You had a way of teaching him that made it feel like he learned more from you than from school.

Jeongin always believed you were smarter than him, and that thought weighed on him heavily. He didn't really attend high school and barely ever had good grades. Due to this, Jeongin always told himself he was just stupid. But the truth was, he had been a trainee since he was only 13 so it wouldn't have been easy to leave room for school.

In his mind, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was lacking compared to you. Your achievements made him question his own worth. The occasional longing for the academic experiences he missed out on only fueled his insecurities.

However, he never dared to share any of these feelings with you. Jeongin kept this internal struggle hidden, not wanting you to bear the weight or feel like you're the reason he's insecure. He valued your successes and happiness and didn't want them tainted by his own self-doubt. Instead, he chose to navigate these emotions privately, wanting to be the supportive boyfriend you deserved.

Jeongin arrived at the JYP building, the familiar surroundings enveloping him as he scanned his keycard to gain access. The glass doors slid open, and he made his way through the lobby, swiftly heading for the elevators.

As the elevator ascended, Jeongin's thoughts lingered. The elevator doors opened on the designated floor, and Jeongin walked down the corridor, passing by various studios and offices. Finally, he reached the door of the dance studio where he was practicing initially. He could feel the bass of the music from outside.

Jeongin opened the door and as he stepped inside, he found the members taking a break, scattered around the room, catching their breaths.

Lee Know, catching sight of Jeongin, approached him with a stern expression. "Jeongin, please don't stay out too long next time. You know it's bad habit," he said, a hint of frustration in his voice.

Jeongin, feeling a pang of guilt, quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, hyung."

Lee Know's stern expression softened, and he patted Jeongin on the shoulder, saying, "You're fine. Just try to be on time, okay?"

As the conversation shifted, Minho asked, "How did it go?"

"She did good, as always."

However, despite his words, Lee Know noticed Jeongin expression. "Aren't you happy for her?"

Jeongin immediately forced a smile. "No, I am. I guess I kinda zoned out."

Lee Know's expression remained uncertain, but he decided not to press further. "Alright, if you say so. Just remember, we're here for you if you need anything."

Jeongin nodded gratefully, appreciating Lee Know's understanding. He reached for his hoodie, pulling it off and revealing his practice attire underneath.

"Okay, we should wrap up. It's been like five hours, that's enough." Chan declared.

Jeongin, too caught up in dancing for the past few hours, checked the time and was surprised to see it was already 10 PM. His eyes widened.

He quickly grabbed his belongings and bid a quick farewell to the members. "See you guys tomorrow," he said with a tired smile.

Exiting the building, Jeongin was met with a sudden realization as he saw that it was pouring rain outside. He hadn't anticipated the weather, and the absence of an umbrella made the situation less than ideal. However, with your apartment only a few blocks away, he figured it could be worse.

Pulling his hood over his head, Jeongin braced himself for the rain and started to briskly walk along the sidewalk. The sound of raindrops hitting the pavement filled his ears, and with every step, he could feel himself getting more and more soaked.

The once dry sidewalk turned into a glistening path as the rain danced around him. Jeongin's clothes clung to his body, and his hair became a mess of damp strands.

Upon reaching your apartment building, he tried his best to dry himself off but he made his way inside. He quickly climbed the stairs, his wet footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. Unlocking the door with the spare keys you had given him, he stepped inside the familiar space.

In the entrance, Jeongin wasted no time. He removed his wet shoes, placing them on a rack to dry. His clothes clung uncomfortably, and he surveyed the living room, noticing the warm glow of lights.

As he made his way into the living room, he saw you. There you were, perhaps caught up in a book or lost in thought, unaware of his drenched arrival. He wanted to get home earlier than you and he cursed to himself knowing you beat him to it.

"Hey," he greeted.

Still absorbed in your book, you didn't look up immediately. "I assumed you weren't gonna show up after all. With the rain and everything."

Jeongin felt a pang of guilt. "Sorry, we got too caught up, and time flew," he explained.

"No, no, it's okay," you responded with a smile. Then, finally looking up, you noticed Jeongin. "Oh my god, you're soaking wet!"

A sheepish grin spread across Jeongin's face as he nodded. "Yeah, the rain got me good. Surprise, I guess?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at his unexpected entrance. "Surprise indeed! Let's get you out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold." The concern in your voice was evident as you motioned for him to follow you, warmth in your eyes. "Go to the bathroom, Jeongin. Change out of those and take a warm shower. I'll get some dry clothes out for you."

Jeongin nodded appreciatively. "Thanks, Y/N."

As he went into the bathroom, you headed to your wardrobe to retrieve some clothes for him. It wasn't unusual for Jeongin to stay over, so he had accumulated a fair share of his clothes at your place. You selected a comfortable set and laid them out on the bed, making sure everything was ready for him.

While Jeongin was in the shower, you went to the kitchen, deciding to prepare some tea to help him feel warmer. The comforting aroma of the tea filled the air as you carefully brewed it. Once ready, you carried the mug upstairs, hearing the shower turn off as you reached the top.

Setting the tea down on the nightstand, you took a seat on the bed. Moments later, Jeongin emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and droplets of water glistened on his skin.

You motioned for him to sit down beside you on the bed. Reaching for a bottle of moisturizer, you squeezed some onto your hands and gently started rubbing it onto his face. The subtle scent filled the room as you continued, your touch a soothing gesture.

Jeongin closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax under your care. As you worked on his shoulders, you couldn't help but smile at his tranquility.

"Thank you for taking care of me," Jeongin said with a sincere smile on his face.

Setting the moisturizer aside, you picked up the mug of warm tea and handed it to Jeongin. He took a sip, the comforting warmth spreading through him as he enjoyed the soothing effects of both the tea and your touch.

You then handed him the pile of dry clothes and Jeongin nodded appreciatively, proceeding to change. As he did, you subtly looked away, giving him the privacy he needed.

When he was done, Jeongin sat back down next to you. "I'm 100% sure I won't get a cold now," he declared with a satisfied grin.

"I hope so," you replied, returning his smile. Then, with a playful twinkle in your eye, you added, "Also, did you know that the rain itself can't actually make you sick? But if you stay wet and cold for a long time, it can lower your body temperature and weaken your immune system, making you more likely to catch a cold or flu."

"Way to go, Smarty," he responded with a teasing smile.

Your laughter filled the room as you playfully pulled him down, laying next to you. Leaning on him, you enjoyed the closeness, reveling in the comfort of the moment. Jeongin, not one to miss an opportunity, gently brought your chin up, and with a tender kiss, your lips met.

The initial softness of the kiss soon deepened into a passionate moment. Jeongin loved the sensation of being close to you, and the intimate connection sparked a desire for more. As the kiss continued, he gently teased, parting your lips. With a bold move, he inserted his tongue.

His hands, fuelled by a growing intensity, moved to your waist, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips. In response, you reached under his shirt, your fingers tracing the contours of the milky skin on his chest and abs.

The moment, charged with desire, took an unexpected turn as Jeongin pulled away. His eyes, reflecting a mixture of emotions, met yours. "Y/N, you're so, so beautiful," he began, his voice filled with sincerity. "You're smart, you're caring—you're literally perfect. I'll never deserve you."

You looked back at him, a soft smile playing on your lips. "Jeongin, you're all those things too," you reassured him. "Smart, caring, and incredibly beautiful. What do you mean you don't deserve me? I feel like most people would think it's the other way around."

Jeongin's frustration and insecurities tugged at him, and he began to ramble, his words stumbling over each other. "It's just... I see you, and I see everything you are, and it's like you're this amazing person, and I'm just me. You're achieving so much more than I ever will. And I'm sorry that I can't measure up to what you deserve. That I'll never be enough for someone as perfect as you."

"Jeongin," you interrupted gently, reaching out to hold his hands. "I'm not perfect, so stop thinking that. And you've achieved so much. You're well known worldwide, you get to travel to these wonderful places. Sometimes, I wish I could do that too."

"But," he interjected, his frustration evident, "I feel bad when I can't help you with studying like your other friends do. I went into high school late, never even attended it much even after and you literally skipped a whole grade. I feel so stupid compared to you."

You squeezed his hands gently, "You do help me study, Jeongin. Just having you next to me while I'm studying helps me. That's why I always drag you to the library with me because you're my support. Your presence is more than enough."

Jeongin smiled slightly at the comment, his frustration easing a bit.

"And you know," you continued, "I learn a lot from you too. About different cultures from the countries you've visited, how you manage to sing trot, how to act, how to dance, how to get your perfect skin, and most importantly, how to tolerate seven guys who are constantly trying to baby us. You bring so much into my life, Jeongin. It's not about who's better or smarter. It's about how we make each other happy."

Jeongin looked at you, a hint of doubt still lingering. "But what about what other people think? Everyone will think you're so impressive, and I'm just a guy who wasn't smart enough to do anything else but music."

"Don't beat yourself up about what others think," you asserted. "Plus, nowadays, who cares about how well people do in college? They all know idols work their asses off to be what they are. Everyone admires you, Jeongin."

"But, Y/N," Jeongin began, "you work just as hard as me."

"And that's exactly my point," you replied, a warm smile on your face. "We both work hard in our own ways, and that's what matters. It's about the effort we put in, not some standard of success. You're amazing just the way you are, Jeongin."

Feeling the sincerity in your words, Jeongin buried his face in your neck, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. "I love you so much, Y/N," he mumbled against your skin.

Smiling, you ran your fingers through his hair. "I love you too, Jeongin," you replied, causing him to hum contently against your skin. The two of you stayed in that comforting embrace for a while, the world outside seemingly fading away. However, a practical thought crossed your mind. "Wait, let me put your wet clothes in the washer," you suggested.

Jeongin, with his eyes closed, murmured, "Baby, no, stay. I was about to fall asleep."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his half-asleep endearment. "What did you just call me?" you teased. A soft, content smile graced Jeongin's face as he kept his eyes closed. "Okay, Innie, I'm staying," you replied, using the playful nickname his members often used.

In response, Jeongin shifted, scooting up to become the big spoon. His arms wrapped around you, squeezing you gently as if you were his favorite teddy bear. A chuckle escaped your lips as your legs tangled together, finding a comfortable position. He rested his head on yours, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest creating a soothing lullaby.

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