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📝 "to take a bullet for you." | han

disclaimers; cursing*, no acts of violence portrayed in this fic are condoned*, written from second person perspective; no depictions of the members' personalities, actions or thoughts reflect their true character.

pairing; han x female reader

synopsis; you love jisung enough to take a bullet for him.

content; yakuza au (han & reader are yakuza leaders), death of a minor character, gun violence*, minor fluff at the end | word count; 1.3 k

jisung cannot fathom ever losing you.

life was about endurance, suffering through the hell of the cold, cruel world’s iniquities; yet finding respite in the things you loved, with the people you loved. he had never contemplated what it would mean to lose you.

you stalked cautiously behind him into his study, taking a seat on the chaise lounge alongside him while maintaining a slight distance. he hung his head in his hands, a fretful sigh emitting from him before he raked his fingers through his slicked back charcoal locks, sending strands in disarray across his forehead.

one of jisung’s attendants, yoon, stood next to you quietly, working skilfully to disinfect and bandage the flesh wound that adorned your right shoulder. feeling the sharp sting as the aide applied some alcohol to clean the injury, you could only hiss, biting your lip in discomfort.

jisung’s hand came to grasp yours, his thumb gently caressed the back of your palm. although an unfamiliar act, his touch encompassed a warmth of reassurance.

a few short moments later, yoon had patched up your abrasion.

“thank you for your work, you may leave.”

having dismissed the attendant, the two of you were ensconced in a stifling silence. there was an air of anticipation, the pair of you suppressing a slew of opinions, afraid to displease the other.

your story with jisung began in your childhood, having grown up alongside him. the pair of you were born to neighbouring syndicate leaders. as children, you attended the same schools, being raised in a similar manner to jisung, with the purpose of succeeding your father as his sole heir. you were trained in the art of combat and self-defence, then educated in handling business and negotiations; groomed to someday become the head of the clan.

but that plot was cut short just before your eighteenth birthday, your father welcomed your estranged half-brother, seunghyun, a product of his countless affairs, into the main house. with the emergence of seunghyun, your father tenaciously proposed the idea of marrying you off to jisung under the guise of strengthening the truce between the two groups. however, it was far from the truth. it was a demeaning ploy to have you domesticated, an odious endeavour at removing you from the line of succession so you would not hinder your half-sibling’s opportunity to assume power.

nevertheless, jisung nurtured the fire in your soul. he saw your potential, while your father hatefully admonished that "women held no position in the yakuza other than as entertainment," jisung had profound faith that you would disprove that belief, and it would only be one of the many glass ceilings that you broke through.

from the moment your marriage was official, you were regarded as an equal to him and by his men. he established that you were sharing the position as clan leader, that your opinion was to be regarded as the highest with his, and your safety was to be even more so a priority than his.

it was from his actions alone, sparing you the cheap saccharine illusions, that showed you he viewed you as his significant other: his partner in life and in crime.

“what were you thinking?” he uttered, eyes trained on something across the room, but his hand remained firmly in yours.

jisung understood you were not defenceless, rather you were more agile and quick witted than he could be at times, but the reality of your livelihood meant he had to be on constant alert. despite knowing your strength and resilience, jisung was protective of you, and he would travel across the ends of the earth to ensure you were respected and treated with utmost care. these deep feelings he harboured for you were never made apparent, he felt remorseful enough in having had your hand in marriage forcefully given to him.

the evening’s events were a bitter caveat that enlightened jisung to the perils you would encounter after acquiring the status of leader and becoming his wife. he viewed you as a source of strength, but in the world of crime, this translated to you being his ultimate weakness; a target for his opponents to steady their aim toward.

jisung had taken you along with him for a routine check up at the port on the east side of town, introducing you to his most trusted racket leader, park, who had been in the business with the han clan for over thirty years.

a spy sent on behalf of seunghyun disguised himself as a day-hire and lurked around the warehouse in the shadows as you and jisung conversed with park. you only noticed the lackey’s presence mere seconds before he took aim and shot at jisung’s back.

the glint of the metal cylinder under the moonlight pouring in from a nearby window caught your attention and you precipitately shieled jisung, both of you tumbling to the floor in your attempt to duck for cover. in doing so, you saved your husband from any detriment, but the bullet had caught the top of your right shoulder.

jisung’s fellows were quick to apprehend the assailant, kneeling him in front of the clan leader. your husband draped his coat over you, before ordering his attendant to escort you back to the car.

"i won't take long." he whispered, observing the weariness in your eyes.

once you were out of sight, he commenced his business with the shooter. there was an instantaneous switch from his placid demeanour when you were nearby, to the current bloodthirsty contempt he exuded; it sent chills down the perpetrator's spine.

“adults have to be responsible for their actions.”

your husband retrieved his handgun before outstretching his arm, and cocking the weapon in preparation with the heel of his palm.

“i don’t think it’s right to waste this round. do you?” he took the cold metal barrel to the man’s cheek, tapping it lightly.

“i’m not the fish you want. it was only a warning shot, seunghyun just wants t-to talk.” the attacker whimpered, filled with trepidation.

jisung refrained from laughing as he aimed the firearm directly between the man’s eyes.

“forget it. i’m not interested in talking anymore.”

he did not take pride in killing people, often affording lower grade men leniency, but seunghyun’s audaciousness in sending an inexperienced buffoon with a gun to confront him was beyond insulting.

"you disrespect me? i would have given you a warning."

jisung could only see red.

"but you disrespect my wife? that's when you earnt your fucking death sentence,” he remarked before promptly pulling the trigger.

the lump in your throat was growing, nearly suffocating, and you swallowed thickly. your husband’s usual garrulous disposition had disappeared, replaced by an anomalous withdrawal.

“he was about to shoot you. i couldn’t let that happen.” you respond lowly.

you kept your gaze fixed on your intertwined hands, fearful that the walls you had painstakingly broken between the two of you were being reconstructed, and this time reinforced.

through gritted teeth, and lips pursed taut with frustration, jisung finally peered over at you.

“and I’m supposed to be okay watching you get hurt? you’re my wife. you promised me forever.”

your heart clenched in contrite, his hardened facade collasping as you hear the desperate edge in his voice. you look up to match his gaze and discover the worry that glazes his features. having been a long-time companion to jisung, you were very rarely a witness to his fears.

you loosen his grip from yours and bring both your hands up to cup his soft cheeks. at your sudden tenderness, his tense jaw slackens, and his eyebrows unfurrow. you draw yourself closer to Jisung, less than an inch between you two remained.

“you should know that I love you."

you place a delicate kiss to his lips, the first with true feeling; no obligation nor hesitance veiling the action, just pure love and adoration for the man in front of you.

jisung drew back, a euphoric breath escaping him.

"enough to take a bullet for you.”

your husband was well aware that humour was your coping mechanism but began sulking, drawing his bottom lip into a pout. his hands moved to encircle your waist, steadily pulling you into his lap as he reclined back against the chaise lounge.

“shut up, you just did... now kiss me again.”

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ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ note; i wanted to challenge myself to do something different but i don't know if this came together as well as i intended. i feel like i blurred the lines between mafia and yakuza(?) i realise reader takes the side of "i'd die for you," while han plays the role of "i'd kill for you." lil bit of opposites attract? anyway, please let me know if you enjoyed it, or if you have any constructive feedback! © stayfortwominutes ; october 02, 2023.

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📝 "keep it, it looks better on you." | felix

disclaimers; lengthy amateur descriptions of kissing*, written from second person perspective, no depictions of the members' personalities, actions or thoughts reflect their true character.

pairing; felix x gender neutral reader

synopsis; sometimes the greatest thing two best friends can do is kiss.

content; fluff, best friends to lovers, make out session. | word count; 690+

prompt credits: one from @nightprompts & four from @luvmake

felix’s eyes darkened with an alluring desire as they remained trained on your lips.

“can i kiss you?” he beguilingly utters.

with bated breath, you nod zealously in response.

“are you sure about this-”

you dive in, wanting to be consumed by the waves of his ocean. his waxen hands come up to cup your cheeks as you crane to the right. felix matches the lapping movement of your plush lips as they latch onto his in a chase to satisfy years of unfruitful yearning.

the kiss begins as a harmonious ebb and flow of passion, the two of you lost in a vicious current, pushing and pulling at each other, before you relinquish all your defences to him.

felix hoists you closer into his lap, curling an arm around your waist to secure you in place. your mouths not parting for a single moment, except to exchange a sweet breath.

lead by prurience, you both plunge back into the depths, slashing the tether of friendship to uncover each other’s true feelings.

the sweet sensation of his lips against yours is riveting. it awakens all your senses: stirring your butterflies from their perennial slumber as your heart rate soars, revelling in the euphoria.

combing your fingers through his raven tendrils, you lightly tug at the strands, eliciting a series of soft blissful sighs from him.

the trivial implications you agonized over at the thought of kissing your best friend simply don't matter anymore.

everything feels so right.

like a new dawn breaking over the horizon to clear the morning haze, or the waves that return to the shore after a treacherous journey out at sea. the wall of tension and the hesitant tandem between the two of you dissolves, crumbling to dust in mere seconds.

you are convinced his radiating warmth is the liquid gold that seeps through your imperfections; the kintsugi that reinvigorates your despondent soul and allows you to embrace your flawed self.

you hoped to eternalise the lingering spark of electricity that flows through you whenever his fingertips brush against your bare skin.

in a rhapsodic daze, you breathlessly pull away.

"my heart is all yours, lix" you whisper.

lulled into a sweet reverie of his own, he begins lovingly peppering a trail of soft, feathery kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

"you look so pretty like this," he gushes quietly.

his lips move back to ghost teasingly over yours.

he inches closer, confessing: "i've waited years. i needed this, needed you."

however, an abrupt knock on the wood of the bedroom door startles the pair of you, and you manoeuvre rather clumsily out of his hold.

“won’t be a minute,” felix vexingly calls out.

you stumble off the bed, attempting to smooth the dishevelled collar of your blouse, and give yourself a once over in the full-length mirror besides felix’s vanity.

you gasp, timidly taking in the sight of faint crimson spots blotted along your jawline. the pigment traces down to the pulse point just above your clavicle. an effusive bout of heat crawls across your face, it bleeds into the tips of your ears and, in its wake, a pink glow dusts your cheeks.

a low chuckle sounds from felix as he leaves the bed to position himself directly behind you.

he leans in, bringing you flush to his chest, warm hands planted on the curve of your waist. through the close proximity, you become cognizant of his heart's incessant drumming; an amusing parallel to the nonchalance that masks his features.

your watchful eyes observe felix as he takes a makeup wipe from the vanity draw and deftly swipes it over your stained skin. once done and having taken a moment to admire his clean work, he pointedly reaches for a lip tint, and slips the petite cosmetic barrel into your palm.

when you inspect it a little closer, you realise the shade is identical to the product smeared on the wipe. the edges of your lips upturn in a shy fashion.

“keep it,"

you glance up at him, capturing your reflection in his dilated pupils, and find the lovesick grin he adorns mirroring your own.

"it looks better on you.”

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૮₍ ´˶• ᴥ •˶` ₎ა note; i really wanted to create something cute with felix, but this ended up on the opposite end of the spectrum... please let me know if you enjoyed it, or if you have any constructive feedback! © stayfortwominutes ; september 20, 2023.

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📝 all in your mind | jeongin

disclaimers; cursing*, female pronouns, written from third person perspective, pet names, self-doubt; no depictions of the members' personalities, actions or thoughts reflect their true character.

pairing; jeongin x pregnant reader

synoposis; the result of exhaustion and stress clouding jeongin's mind is a dismal view on reality.

content; office worker!jeongin, one-sided misunderstanding trope, angst, fluff, comfort, married, slice of life | word count; 2.3 k

song recommendation; "mariah carey - all in your mind"

jeongin is haunted by that one image all day long.

the image of y/n. a deer in headlights, caught in the doorway as she tried to quietly scamper - more so hobble, due to her current state - from their bedroom at two-thirty in the morning. her wide eyes were glossy, her cheeks glistened pearlescent with tears that cascaded down to her jaw, and her chest was slightly heaving.

the scene was vividly imprinted in his mind. not to mention a duffel bag gripped tightly in her left hand. a shirt sleeve was caught in the zip and stuck out like a sore thumb.

naturally, jeongin would have rushed to her side to comfort her, but instead he feigned ignorance. he simply rolled over, his back then faced the door as he let sleep consume him.

that morning, he finished up his breakfast and smoothed his suit in the full-length mirror as normal. his gaze focused on the bag stuffed full to the seams that now sat in the corner of their bedroom; the sleeve having been tucked away. an undeniable tension lingered in the air; a suffocating silence replaced the couple’s usual lively morning chatter.

the only acknowledgement between the pair was when jeongin stood in the entryway, as he and his wife exchanged a routine goodbye hug and kiss. when he took y/n in his arms, he gave her a cautious, gentle squeeze before placing a light peck on her lips. it was a meagre effort resultant of the guilt that festered in the pit of his stomach.

he had to be honest with himself, the current demands of his office job had him exhausted. this exhaustion left him little to no time to even process his own emotions. work had intensely preoccupied his mind for the last week, sapping him of all his energy and consequently, he felt himself growing emotionally distant from his wife.

jeongin’s gradual aloofness was surely a strain on their relationship. it wasn’t that he took out his stress on y/n, but that he became a shadow of the person he used to be. he was recoiling into himself, shutting out everything that wasn’t work - unfortunately that included y/n.

a myriad of thoughts raced through his head, manifesting into a dull ache. seeking relief, he brought his right thumb and index to his temples, trying to massage the stress away before it had a chance to morph into a splitting migraine. a lonesome feeling settled in his heart along with the combined sediments of remorse and weariness that had slowly piled up.

“assistant manager, yang? you’re needed in meeting room three.”

a bright intern called for jeongin from down the hall, breaking him from his trace. a despondent sigh rose from the depths of his chest, as he stood up from his desk to pull on his jacket.

the remainder of the workday flew by, and fortunately for jeongin, his team successfully wrapped up their project. so successfully, they finished it three days ahead of schedule. ergo, a celebration was in order, and their team leader summoned everyone for an afterwork dinner.

jeongin was never a fan of these dinners, often times coworkers ended up blind drunk, senior employees boasted about their “achievements” – that came from exploiting their juniors, whilst others miserably recited their woes to one another.

conflicted, he momentarily vacillated between having to upkeep his professional façade as he joined in with his colleagues or, returning straight home to confront the bleak reality that relentlessly plagued his mind.

reluctantly, jeongin let himself be ushered along with the procession of his fellow office workers that were headed off to a nearby restaurant.

as the group took their seats at the conjoined tables, jeongin silently cursed to himself having to be sat at the front end near their team leader. he prayed his displeasure had not bled onto his face.

jeongin became preoccupied with his phone, as it buzzed in his jacket pocket. he held it in his lap, covering it from the view of wandering eyes as he peered at the most recent message from y/n.

jeongin: we’re having a team dinner to celebrate the end of the project. i’ll be home late. make sure to eat, don’t wait up for me. y/n: oh… i’m making your favourite, soybean soup. i’ll put yours in the fridge for tomorrow. have a good time, be safe ❤

a pang of guilt surged through his chest, but he brushed it aside, muting the little voice in the back of his mind that urged him to go home.

“mr. yang, how nice of you to grace us with your presence.”

slipping his phone back into his pocket, jeongin looked over at the team lead, mr. song. the older man brandished his grotesque golden smile, the edges of his teeth blackened like charcoal from years of smoking.

jeongin flashed a polite smile, veiling the grimace he often sported when engaging with mr. song and his brutish behaviour.

“i thought a drink with everyone would be a good way to lift the spirits, after all this hard work we’ve been through.” jeongin simply responded, ignoring the snarky undertones of the older man’s previous comment, and taking a sip of his water.

“here, let me pour you drink,” mr. song offered, but jeongin courteously reached for the alcohol instead.

“i don’t drink, my wife doesn’t like the smell.”

mr. song scoffed, but accepted as jeongin filled his glass to the brim. “suit yourself.”

soon after, everyone settled down as various dishes began to line the table, and mr. song proposed a toast: congratulating all staff, rather insincerely, for their efforts.

the evening eventually crept in, and jeongin sat amongst his coworkers, drifting between conversations, but never really paying attention to any of the topics.

“yang,” a silenced sigh emitted from jeongin as he mentally prepared himself for whatever the team lead would shoot his way.

“yes, sir?”

mr. song loosened his tie, draping an arm over the back of his chair, before taking a vigourous swig and emptying his shot glass.

jeongin moved swiftly to refill the cup, wishing his senior would fall drunk and stop bothering him.

“must feel good to wrap up another project so quickly. you’re lucky to have me to guide you.”

“i couldn’t have done it without my team, they work hard, sir.” he replied in a seasoned manner.

after years of the same repertoire of narcissist self-praise, jeongin knew that any comments were always motivated by the chance to undermine him for his success at such a young age.

the older man continued, “now it’s over, i’ll have to find another reason to avoid my wife.” he cackled as he took another shot and pushed the glass back in jeongin's direction.

“oh right, don’t you have a kid on the way?”

jeongin hesitantly nodded, unsure of his senior's intention in raising the topic. “yes, my wife is five months along.”

“you’re so young, and you’ve already set your prison date,” mr. song callously groaned, beginning to slur his words. “all that freedom gone! but don’t worry, these team dinners are a great time to be single again.”

the last comment had jeongin clenching his jaw. he continued smiling as awkward chuckles were exchanged between the other workers in ear shot. sickened by the attitude and souring atmosphere, jeongin downed the last of his water.

“yeah, and that’s why his first wife divorced him.” the voice of the other assistant manager indignantly piped up before a wave of laughter erupted. mr. song was already slouched back in his seat, unable to rebut; face glowing red as the alcohol diminished his senses.

“i’ll be taking my leave,” jeongin muttered through gritted teeth, excusing himself from the dinner. he stood in front of the restaurant, checking his phone for the time: seven-fifty, it read.

he hastily typed: “i’m coming home, i miss you,” and hit send before putting his phone away to hail a nearby taxi.

throughout the twenty-minute journey home, jeongin continued lamenting over the situation he’d left at home that morning. when the driver pulled up to a red light, a few minutes’ walk from the couple’s home, jeongin hurriedly paid, cutting his trip short upon noticing a flower stall still open late at night.

he scurried out of the taxi, and over to the vendor, requesting all the leftover flowers. the old lady running the stall was pleasantly surprised at the late custom, but happily set to wrapping up the bouquet.

“whoever it’s for, i’m sure she’ll love it! now go on home.”

handing several bills and an extra tip for the older lady’s warm hospitality, jeongin quickened his pace, his heels hot as he got closer and closer to the apartment block. his impatience got the better of him, as the elevator was stuck at the higher floors, seeming to stop at every level.

“fuck this,” he hissed, and made his way to the stairs. skipping every second step, the wind was knocked from him as he reached the front door.

jeongin frantically punched in the passcode, his initial anxiety overwhelmed by the adrenaline that coursed through his veins.

immediately, when he clambered into the quiet apartment, he was met a daunting suspense that he believed would swallow him whole.

y/n was stood blankly in front of the stove, her swollen ankles clad in compression sleeves, and her shoulder shaking a little. jeongin noticed her phone on the table, his recent message still unread.

“honey, i’m home.” he gently called out, and saw the way her whole-body jolted, startled by his unexpected return. y/n made no effort to turn around, rigidly continuing to stir the pot in front of her.

“welcome home, did you eat? it’s almost ready.” jeongin hurried over to her side, setting the flowers on the table to engulf her in a loving embrace.

“i couldn’t bear the thought of you eating alone. listen, for everything that’s been going on, i’m so sorry. i was struggling to handle work; i promise i wasn’t shutting you out on purpose.” he earnestly confessed.

y/n turns to her husband, nuzzling her face against his chest as her arms encircle his waist. focusing on the soothing rhythmic pump of his heartbeat, the couple stood swaying together in unison, holding onto each other as if life itself would end once they separated. jeongin pulls back to pepper delicate kisses over y/n’s face, a wholehearted smile broke out on her face – oh, how he missed her crescent eyes and cheeks rounded with glee.

“here, sit at the table, and i’ll serve it up.” jeongin gingerly guided y/n to the dining table and donned her apron over his work suit.

y/n’s watchful eyes followed him, softening at the return of his thoughtful gesture. she fiddled with the bouquet, caressing the petals and smelling each flower, her smile only grew wider with fondness.

jeongin placed a bowl of hot soup and rice in front of her, then slid into the seat beside her. his eyes filled with adoration, as he took a quick sip of the soup – the homely taste warmed his soul.

“let me,” he insisted, taking a napkin, and draping it over y/n’s bump – she often spilt food, a clumsy trait she’d developed with the change in her body shape.

jeongin took the spoon, briefly blowing over it before bringing it to y/n’s lip. she followed his directions, opening her mouth to accept more food and relishing in the abrupt onslaught of pampering.

“i’m not a child, you know.” she quipped cheekily, “but you’re carrying mine and i should be helping you a lot more often than i have been.”

jeongin flushed a shade of red akin to the roses on the table, thinking back to his negligence for his wife’s current state and yet having acted so indifferent.

“innie, is something wrong? i heard you did well at work today.”

y/n’s right hand came up to tenderly cradle the side of his face, he melted into her touch. that was when the first tear fell, and she instantly thumbed it away. her husband shuffled closer to her, feebly placing his head against the curve of her neck.

“please… don’t leave me,” he croaked.

“why would you ever say that?” y/n quizzed, perturbed by his desperate plea.

jeongin leaned back to sit upright, gathering his wife’s hands in his.

“i saw the bag you packed, the tears this morning too. i promise i’ll do better.” his saddened eyes and the downturn of his lips drew anguish in y/n’s heart.

“darling, i think you misunderstood something. that bag is for the baby, i wanted to pack my essentials for the hospital ahead of time. don't you remember buying it with me?” his wife chuckled as a bewildered expression painted jeongin’s face.

“a-and the tears?”

“i had terrible hayfever last night, and i know you’ve been working hard to finish your project, so i thought i’d leave the room. i didn’t mean to wake you, silly.”

jeongin was overcome with an incredulous sense of relief, he had spiralled making the reality of the situation in front of him murky.

“i’m not sure what you were thinking, but maybe it’s time to shut off your mind. go take a bath, and we can relax together on the couch together.” y/n reassured him.

affection poured from her eyes as he stared back at her. comfort seeped from her gaze to envelop his anxious soul and laid to rest the flurrying burdens of inadequacy and self-doubt that burgeoned in his own heart.

“i-i was worried i made you feel unloved and that’s exactly the opposite of what i vowed when i married you.” the heavy sigh had his shoulders rattling as it escaped him.

“never, innie. i know sometimes you get caught up in yourself, so don’t forget, i’m here to listen.” y/n held her arms wide, beckoning her husband back into her embrace. she placed soft feathery kisses against his temple while her fingers carded through the tangles of his black velvety locks.

“i love you,” jeongin hummed against the bare skin of her neck, causing her to giggle at the ticklish sensation.

“and i love you. always have, and always will.”

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૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა note; this was a self-indulgent innie fic, and unintentionally based on the theme of mariah's song - all in your mind. the idea originally came to me when i was thinking back to some of the outfits and skits they prepared for their SKZ code episodes. i am trying to remind myself that i am writing as an outlet, not for perfection, so instead of aimlessly keeping this in my drafts, i thought i should post it. please enjoy! © stayfortwominutes ; september 11, 2023.

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stayfortwominutes · 8 months

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💭 reaction | hyunjin & seungmin (part two)

prompt; "what do you need?" "... a kiss"

disclaimers; written in second person perspective, very amateur descriptions of kissing, no depictions of the members' personalities, actions or thoughts reflect their true character.

pairing; SKZ members x gender neutral reader

content; fluff, comfort, established relationships | total word count; 1 k

related; part one ー lee know & changbin

member; hyunjin | wc. 550+

"how's it going, hyunnie?"

you uttered, your voice a little strained as your jaw was tilted in an upwards fashion. you spoke through slightly puckered lips in an attempt to maintain your posture. hyunjin begged you let him paint you, or more specifically: your lips.

he guided you to his studio, placed a stool close to his easel and positioned you to his liking. hyunjin was initially focused on capturing your side profile, angling you so the streams of sunlight that poured through the sheer curtains illuminated three-quarters of your face, highlighting his one of his favourite features about you: your supple lips and prominent cupid’s bow.

although, you couldn’t quite wholeheartedly agree with his sentiment, you had learnt your lesson not to argue with hyunjin. one evening, he spent hours showering you with affection and praise. vivaciously tracing every inch of your face with his eyes and gentle fingertips: committing the scene to memory. hyunjin was mesmerised by the creases that formed around your eyes when you smiled as the apples of your cheeks bloomed. trepidity repleted in the pit of hyunjin’s stomach, in fear he would forget your intricate, delicate lines if he waited a moment longer.

but you believed if life imitated art, then hyunjin was a renowned painting, coveted across centuries by millions who were eager to catch a glimpse of the light that radiated from such refined beauty.

“i can’t capture the shape right,” he chewed thoughtfully at the tip of his paintbrush before bringing it horizontal to his eye level, as he peeked over with his left eye shut, trying to hone his focus in on the contour of your mouth.

a disillusioned sigh falls sounds from him, as his shoulders deflate, and his previous enthusiasm abates. hyunjin felt he encountered the same torturous fate Da Vinci suffered as he kept reworking the outlines and shading of your lips.

you break from your pose, moving to stand behind him, wrapping your arms around him.

“hey, don’t be so hard on yourself. maybe i can help? here, take a closer look at me.” you step to the side, hands moving to rest against his arm.

hyunjin exhales slowly, the two of you bathe in a comfortable silence. with your eyes trained on his, you notice the spark in his irises resemble those of fizzling embers. he hangs his head abashedly, fiddling with the paintbrush, but soon returns your gaze. you miss the sly glint that flickers in his eyes.

"i think there is a way you can help me,” he reaches for your hand.

“what do you need?” you reply in a heartbeat.

“a kiss,” his coy tone conceals the pixieish thoughts that float through his mind and you nod, thinking innocently of the suggestion.

gingerly bringing you into his lap, his left arm circles your hips, securing you in place, whilst his right-hand cups your jaw. he leads with series of languid, fluttering pecks. then as you unwind, leaning into his embrace, your hands interlacing behind his neck, he gently coaxes your lips apart. hyunjin hungrily explores your mouth as crimson douses the empty canvases of your cheeks. the kiss fervently fuelled by a reverent desire to appreciate the fine art he proclaims you are.

breathlessly you separate, his head nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

“now that, that was inspiring.”

member; seungmin | wc. 560+

trailing behind your husband, you bundle your fists into the sides of his pyjama top. seungmin was sulking. he had been betrayed by you, his life partner.

when you had willingly continued to watch the ending to the finale of your shared weekly drama series. he believed the act alone was vile. you naturally defended yourself.

“i mean, you snooze you lose. come on, we can watch it again and i’ll treat it as if that was the first time i’ve seen it.” your charming tone quickly morphs into a whine as you plead your case.

“please, make me my morning coffee, i’ll do anything for you.”

“anything?” a smug look plasters seungmin’s face as he stops squarely in front of the coffee machine in the corner of the kitchen. your hands fall from the sides of his shirt. he looks you up and down, eyes a little squinted, a false sense of chagrin painted over his features.

you were clad in one of his favourite baseball tee shirts. it was oversized, dropping to your mid-thigh.

even after all the years you spent together, it would be a lie if seungmin denied that he was sent into an internal frenzy by your disarmed state.

the way you lazily tugged on his sleeve to gather his attention, bleary puppy dog eyes seeking his affirmation with your lips drawn together in a pout. he could only find one word to describe you: cute.

“what do you need?” you tentatively ask, waiting for him to conceive a sarcastic comment.

the words roll off his tongue with unsung ease. “a kiss?”

a silence dawns upon the two of you. your husband did not have a habit of asking so directly for affection. his usual disposition favoured a push and pull dynamic – you pushed, he pulled.

he busies himself with the expresso maker, routinely measuring out two portions, one for himself, and one for you. “ah,” he notices his mistake, “i’ve already prepared extra, don’t let it go to waste.”

you move deftly, snaking your arms around his waist and pressing your cheek to his broad shoulders.

“oh, you’re the best! and only for a single kiss” you singsong teasingly. seungmin tries to wriggle from your grasp, but his fatal mistake was turning to face you ー or so you thought.

you cage him in your arms, hands leaning against the counter edge and pinning him in place. a rosy hue crawls from his neck and bleeds into the tips of his ears.

you look up at him, moving one had to cup his jaw, desire glazes both his and your eyes.

you brush your lips over his, exchanging a sweet breath together.

"more," he insists in a husky, low voice. his tone has the hairs on the nape of your neck standing, as a shiver cascades down your spine.

making no further efforts to move away, you continue chasing his pillowy lips. a warm hand rests against the back of your neck, and the other at your hip, keeping you in place. you soften in his hold, feeling your knees grow weak. your stomach a bundle of butterflies as your heart swells in exhilaration.

in these moments, seungmin's love was saccharine. like the first sip of a syrupy iced latte, where the sugar perfectly clouds the bitter, and you savoured it till the last drop.

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૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა note; even though i chose this prompt, i feel a little shy posting these. i did enjoy the challenge that came with trying to write more concise yet intimate moments. please enjoy and reblog if you like, thank you. 💖 please check out the original post from @scealaiscoite for the prompt! © stayfortwominutes ; september 03, 2023.

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💭 reaction | lee know & changbin (part one)

prompt; "what do you need?" "... a kiss"

disclaimers; written in second person perspective, very amateur descriptions of kissing, no depictions of the members' personalities, actions or thoughts reflect their true character.

pairing; SKZ members x gender neutral reader

content; fluff, comfort, slightly suggestive*, established relationships | total word count; 1.1 k

related; part two ー hyunjin & seungmin

member; lee know (minho) | wc. 490+

a spirit of festivity kindled to life as the delightful aroma of cinnamon, ginger and honey wafted through the kitchen of your cosy apartment. basking in the serenity of each other’s presence was the perfect way to spend your weekend after a stressful week at your work.

perched upon the counter, you read the recipe as minho precisely measured each portion of flour, butter, sugar, and the necessary spices. he asked you to help combine the dry ingredients, knowing the mindless task would help reduce your mind’s unyielding chatter, diverting your attention to the task at hand. minho had developed a wondrous sixth sense about you, pinpointing the precise moments when you were need of respite before you would ever admit it.

as the two of you shaped the biscuits, you conversed through your respective weeks: you were inundated with more work than you were being paid for, whilst minho delved into details from his new dance routines and funny stories between him and the boys.

carefully placing the tray into the oven, minho took to cleaning the dishes. he insisted on an impromptu karaoke session, which you happily obliged, using a spare spatula as a makeshift microphone, and spontaneously pointing it in his direction as you rearranged your favourite songs into a couple’s duet. the sounds of laughter, music and the hint of spices danced in the air to create a blissfully domestic atmosphere that deliquesced your week’s worries.

ding.

the oven timer signalling its end snaps the two of you from your blithe bubble.

“oh, i forgot the most important thing…” minho muses aloud.

“what do you need?” you move to shuffle yourself off the counter, but minho is quick to hinder your path. he stands in between your knees, hands resting on the marble surface below, at either side of your thighs.

“…a kiss,” he breathes, before interlocking his lips with yours.

his hands come up, one placed behind your neck, and the other finding itself comfortably in the small of your back under your shirt.

the kiss begins slowly, the initial contact feathery, as he takes in your surprise. you immediately melt into his touch, your hands encircle his waist, pulling him closer and pressing your chest to his. you sigh in euphoria, and minho tenderly captures your lips again with his. his warm hands lovingly draw soothing patterns against your skin.

you reluctantly let minho pull back. he rests his forehead against yours.

“love, that's my secret ingredient,” he whispers. his plump reddened lips forming into a coy smile.

“i better take the biscuits out to rest.” the tips of minho's ears flushed red as splashes of pink burnt your cheeks.

now invested in minho’s mischief, you hook a finger in his collar to lure him back into your hold.

“forget the biscuits,” you mutter against his lips, feeling him smile into the kiss.

the two of you were soon lost indulging in the sweet, decadent taste of one another.

member; changbin | wc. 620+

you sit on your couch, observing your boyfriend as he paces back and forth, up the hall and then down to the entryway.

“i didn’t want to be alone today,” changbin whines. his gym session was cut vexingly short after chan and han had been summoned back to the company for a last-minute schedule. although not entirely a fan of exercising yourself, you sympathise and endeavour to offer him some motivation.

“how about we do some exercise together? you can do some sit-ups and i’ll hold onto your legs!” you chirp, conjuring up a cheeky method to motive him. he steadfastly moves the coffee table to the side of the room, and rolls out a thick, cushioned yoga mat.

“won’t be a moment!” you call, sauntering to the bedroom, to don a sweatband, before quickly slathering on a generous layer of changbin’s favourite lip balm: strawberry.

you briskly return and settle yourself with him on the mat in the centre of your living room floor.

“alright,” you begin, lacing your arms together underneath his calves, “before we start, i need you to do something for me.”

“what do you need?” he queries with slight perplexity.

“a kiss.”

“for every five sit ups, i’ll grant one kiss.” the apples of your cheeks round proudly. changbin holds your gaze, as the edges of his mouth begin to turn upwards in favour of your proposition, his demeanour brightening.

“deal!” he exclaims with refound vigour.

the kisses are simple, soft pecks. changbin was still engrossed in fulfilling his quotidian routine, but once he grazed your bottom lip, and recognised the familiar strawberry balm, his mind short circuited.

the next couple of kisses, he grew impatient, hastily pulling up and leaning even impossibly closer to you; lingering to enjoy a moment’s longer taste. you ease back, swatting kittenishly at a rogue hand that comes to cup your cheek.

“play nice,” you facetiously scold.

several more sets of sit-ups pass by, and changbin sheepishly obeys, his lips practically ghosting over yours.

you became crescively enamoured by the scene before you. changbin’s biceps flexed in complete glory as he continued his routine. the plump, porcelain skin an inviting site for just one small bite.

you plunge forward as he comes up; a resounding yelp emits from him. his arms no longer bent at the sides of his head, as he rubs at the glistening, red-tinged indent of your teeth that imprint just below his shoulder.

“what did you just do?” changbin stares back at you, a look of disbelief growing on his face as his mouth hangs agape and his brows start to furrow.

you stumble back, stifling a chuckle of satisfaction. “they looked so biteable.”

“you’ve got biteable biceps, baby.” you croon nonsensically.

“mmm, yummy." you hold your hands up in front of you as you curl your fingers in to mimic claws. a deviously glint twinkles in your eyes.

changbin reciprocates your sprightly behaviour, and nimbly tackles you down onto the mat. his fingers tickling mercilessly at the sides of your torso causing you to writhe underneath him in a fit of giggles. with his elated mood, he peppers kisses from your temples to your cheeks, and along your jaw.

then, a light bulb switches on in his mind, and he halts. continuing to hover over you, the look in his eyes slightly darkens; he licks his lip in a sultry manner.

with a few swift moves, changbin effortlessly hoists you up from the mat, into his arms, and walks the two of you in the direction of your bedroom. a smirk mysteriously graces his features. you study his face, your wide eyes brimming with anticipation.

“it’s time i get a proper reward for all my hard work.”

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૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა note; as per the poll, i wrote this in second person, and i hope there was enough variation between each member's storyline that it wasn't repetitive! the prompt list i stumbled upon sparked a bunch of different ideas but i couldn't confidently write for all members so i chose the "best" ideas out of all eight that i roughly plotted. as usual, please enjoy, and reblog if you liked it, thank you 💖 please check out the original post from @scealaiscoite for the prompt! © stayfortwominutes ; september 02, 2023.

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‎‧₊˚✧ masterlist ✧˚₊‧

૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა admin note; welcome! please see a list of my current work below.

an office worker living in delusions

she/her | 21 | infj

writing in either second or third person perspective

posting safe for work content, but may border on suggestive at times, do not interact if you're not the intended audience

no specific posting schedule, only as often as i can

former user: creatively-useless

side blog for sharing and appreciating other's work; stayfortworeads

── ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ latest work: to take a bullet for you. | han

「 ✦ bangchan ✦ 」

wc. 1.4 k | content; comfort, slightly suggestive*, married | style; third person, female pronouns ‧₊˚✩ what's yours is mine

wc. 800 | content; fluff, comfort, slightly suggestive* | style; third person, female pronouns

‧₊˚✩ reaction: first time sharing a bed

wc. 500 | content; angst, hopeful fluff | style; third person, female pronouns

‧₊˚✩ song fic: collision

「 ✦ lee know ✦ 」

wc. 1.7 k | content; comfort, slight angst, married, dad!minho, slice of life | style; third person, female pronouns

‧₊˚✩ the proof is in the pudding

wc. 1.1 k | content; angst, comfort | style; third person, female pronouns

‧₊˚✩ song fic: collision

wc. 1.1 k (total) | content; fluff, slightly suggestive* | style; second person, gender neutral

‧₊˚✩ reaction: "what do you need?" "a kiss"

「 ✦ changbin ✦ 」

wc. 1.1 k (total) | content; fluff, slightly suggestive* | style; second person, gender neutral

‧₊˚✩ reaction: "what do you need?" "a kiss"

「 ✦ hyunjin ✦ 」

wc. 1 k (total) | content; fluff, painter!hyunjin | style; second person, gender neutral

‧₊˚✩ reaction: "what do you need?" "a kiss"

「 ✦ han ✦ 」

wc. 1.3 k | content; yakuza!han, gun violence*, minor fluff | style; second person, female pronouns

‧₊˚✩ to take a bullet for you.

「 ✦ felix ✦ 」

wc. 690 | content; fluff, best friends to lovers, making out | style; second person, gender neutral

‧₊˚✩ keep it, it looks better on you.

「 ✦ seungmin ✦ 」

wc. 1 k (total) | content; fluff, husband!seungmin, domestic | style; second person, gender neutral

‧₊˚✩ reaction: "what do you need?" "a kiss"

「 ✦ jeongin ✦ 」

wc. 2.3 k | content; angst, married, to-be-dad!jeongin, slice of life | style; third person, female pronouns

‧₊˚✩ all in your mind

「 ✦ SKZ OT8 ✦ 」

to be continued...

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📝 what's yours is mine | bangchan

disclaimers; tiny inkling of suggestive humour, written from third person perspective, petnames, insecurity, self doubt, descriptions of reader's body as "soft". no depictions of the members' personalities, actions or thoughts reflect their true character.

pairing; bang chan x female reader

synopsis; you're the other half of chan's heart as he is to yours.

content; fluff, comfort, married/established relationship, slight angst, sprinkle of humour | word count; 1.4 k

it was nights like these.

when y/n could feel the calm, persistent rise and fall of her husband’s unclad chest pressing against her back. a loving warmth radiates from chan, seeping into her being, and enveloping her entirety in a blanket of comfort and security. the feeling of his fervent kisses he placed against the length of her neck earlier still linger. the couple lay together, limbs intertwined. chan’s right arm hooked under the curve of y/n’s waist; his sly, wandering fingers slithered underneath her singlet and rested against the soft, plush of her abdomen. right then and there, y/n prays for a greater divine entity to make time stand still, so she can continue to relish his doting embrace. her heart swells with utter delight, and a tinge of delirium ー a result of the late hours of the evening that she finds herself awake at.

y/n reaches for chan’s other hand, his arm slung lazily over her hip. she fiddles with the thin, silver bracelet adorning his wrist. the bracelet she gifted him over two years prior - inscribed on the inside plate, a few words: what’s yours is mine. although cliche, the idiom became a phrase the pair often recited to each other.

she chuckles softly to herself, reminiscing on the defining moment in their journey to marriage.

“honey, please look at me…” chan pleads as he kneels before y/n, who sits on their small couch with an absent gaze fixed to the opposite wall of their apartment. she’s teary-eyed with her bottom lip in a pout.

she continues to stubbornly avoid his eyes. he brings his thumb and index to her chin, guiding her face to meet his. chan leans forward, y/n is drawn to his wide brown orbs that beckon her attention, holding a profound reassurance as they stare back at her. the silent communication between the pair has y/n lurching forward into chan’s arms, nestling her face into his shoulder as child-like wails escape her.

“i-i didn’t think they’d see me. i’m so sorry, channie. i don’t want to break up, but i don’t want them to hurt you. i don’t want th-them to be mad at you.”

the flurry of fears spew from his girlfriend as she clings to his frame, whilst chan consolingly pats her back. everything begins to click in his head. earlier that day, the couple were called to the company, where his manager broke the news of their exposure to the public. an array of headlines decorated the homepages of various news sites, mostly presenting their relationship in a scandalous, negative manner.

y/n was very quiet, and appeared understanding, but on their way home, a sense of distance and tension had begun festering between them.

“baby, you did nothing wrong. they were going to find out about us sooner or later. you mean the world to me. i won’t let anything happen to you. if they’re my fans, they’ll be happy for me.” chan gently affirms y/n as he cradles her fragile, exhausted body.

“up we go,” he announces, tucking his arms under y/n’s knees and around her shoulders to gather her into a bridal-style hold. chan carefully walks them to their shared bedroom, placing her delicately on the edge of the bed. once again, his girlfriend’s gaze is downcast, her shoulder slump with the weight of great sorrow as she sniffles trying to hold back the stinging tears that prick at her eye line.

chan uses this opportunity to hastily rummage through his backpack hanging off a hook on the back of the bedroom door. he's careful to conceal the small velvet box in his pocket. taking a seat next to y/n on the bed, his left arm encases her shoulders and brings her head to rest against him.

“i wasn’t going to say it like this, but the timing couldn’t be any better,” he nervously starts, feebly scratching at his clavicle. chan takes y/n’s left hand in his, caressing the back of her palm, rubbing faint soothing circles in hopes to assuage her anxieties. y/n senses the shift in his demeanour, her breath hitching in her throat in anticipation for the worst; she had a tendency to spiral, and she begins to mentally prepare herself for him to deliver the three dreadful words: “let’s break up-” but he doesn’t.

“let’s get married-” y/n swallowed, her head tilted slightly back to prevent the salty tears that welled up. a volcano threatening to erupt, they began to freefall without a care, her trembling hands cover her eyes as she hurriedly move out of his firm hold.

“i don’t want to say goodbye to what we have, but if it’s for the best, i’ll do anything for you, chan.”

“woah, woah! baby, slow down. retract that, come back to me.” y/n stands in front of him, as the reality washes over her. with her mouth agape, she studies his face. chan’s lips are plastered with a smile, but his brows furrow at the unexpected rejection. he peers at her face painted with disbelief, before breaking into a laugh.

“did you think i was breaking up with you?” his hands reach out to y/n, residing on either side of her hips to position her in between his knees. y/n’s hands come to rest on his shoulders and she doesn’t break eye contact with him. her eyes conveying a message of uncertainty, and chan receives that as a sign to continue his previous spiel.

“no matter what anyone says,” he interlaces one of his hands with y/n’s and peppers several featherlike kisses to her knuckles, “you are my world. your happiness is my happiness, your sadness is my sadness, and your love is my love. i don’t want to face the world alone anymore.” tears again pool in her eyes, not from apprehension, but pure joy and adoration over chan’s heartfelt confession.

“i’m not that special, m-maybe one day you’ll wake up and realise you settled for me over your dream…” y/n was not one to express her self doubts openly to chan, and those words evoke a protective side in him; confident to prove her worth to him.

chan scoffs, “settle? that might be how you see it, but i’ve had the pleasure of knowing you for years, and you’ve only given me more reasons to love life. i’m convinced i’ve loved you in a past lifetime, and we’re reuniting again to continue that same love. let me be the one to teach you all things to love about you. whatever problems arise, we’ll solve them together." y/n grew speechless, hearing chan profess such deep feelings broke down her walls of insecurity, his words were an emergence of light nearing the end of a dark tunnel.

"you are my dream."

chan's gaze holds a degree of fondness that has y/n crumbling into his arms, her knees buckle and she falls forward, pinning him against the mattress. the action alone flusters both of them as they blush in unison, red blooming from chan’s neck all the way up to his ears as a wildfire of pink spans across y/n’s cheeks.

“getting down to business already, mulan?” chan shyly bites, breaking the tense atmosphere between them.

“speak for yourself, i felt that.” y/n abashedly retorts as she straightens herself to stand up, and chan is quick to fish the velvet box from his pocket before raising his hands in the air.

“i'm innocent!” laughter erupts from the pair as chan engulfs y/n in a joyous hug.

“that’s a yes though, right?” he pulls back and y/n nods profusely, “yes in this lifetime, and in the next.”

chan stands, his arms encircle y/n’s waist as he captures her lips with his; molding together perfectly in reciprocal affection and devotion.

the memory sets y/n’s heart ablaze as excitement courses through her veins. consumed by the need to feel even closer than they impossibly were, y/n untucks his hand from beneath her singlet to turn over and cuddle further into her husband’s hold.

chan stirs, a hazy smile dances on his lips, “comfortable, baby?” he mumbles, sleep dripping from each word.

“always in your arms, my prince. i love you,” y/n replies, reverently pressing a soft peck to his lips.

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notes; i finally pieced together the prompt, after rewriting it and revising it over the past few days. i can't say i feel like the outcome matched my original idea. i was definitely not surprised bang chan won the poll for a comfort fic. thank you once again to everyone who votes, leaves nice comments and reblogs; you're all greatly appreciated. i hope you enjoyed this piece too! © stayfortwominutes ; august 27, 2023.

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📝the proof is in the pudding | lee know

disclaimers; written from third person perspective, petnames, food, mentions of an absent parent. no depictions of the members' personalities, actions or thoughts reflect their true character.

pairing; lee know x female reader ft. their daughter.

synopsis; minho will always show you that love is not earnt, it is simply given.

content; fluff, comfort, married/established relationship, slight angst, slice of life | word count; 1.7 k

“no m-mowe.” the shrill cry that escaped from the little girl alarmed minho as he rushed into the kitchen to find the source of distress.

“no more?” minho repeats. the child turned to face him, her hand slid down the frame of the refrigerator; petite figure illuminated by the light that cast her disappointed silhouette onto the tiled floor below. she met his eyes with her bottom lip pouted and quivering.

"awe, princess." minho lovingly cooed as he attempted to soothe his daughter, minhee. her chubby cheeks were puffed out, crystal droplets threatened to overflow from her glassy eyes. her father shuffled over with his arms outstretched as he leaned down to scoop the child up.

with minhee perched on his left forearm against his hip, minho strutted out to the living room where y/n lay dumbfounded on the couch.

"d-daddy, i want pp-udding," minhee muttered hoarsely, spluttering a little as she choked back her sobs.

the dazed woman slowly sat upright as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. only moments ago, she was drifting off, contently resting on minho's shoulder as he enveloped her with a warm arm; before he abruptly dashed off the couch to tend to their child. with his eyebrows furrowed and a sulking minhee in his arms, minho bounced gently from side-to-side on the spot.

“bunny, how about we go out for a stroll to collect some puddings?” the soft tone laced in honey expressed from minho was not unusual after he became a father, in fact, the softer sides of him were on display more often, but exclusively for his sweethearts.

“mummy, pudding pweeeease?” minhee further pleaded while flailing her tiny, determined fists in the air; the loose vowels amplifying her loveable manner.

y/n chuckled to herself, raking her fingers through her unruly, dishevelled locks. the clock on the wall read eight forty-five, and the family had no plans other than settling in for a peaceful saturday evening.

“how can i say no to both my babies?” minhee and minho exchanged glances, their eyes twinkling at the prospect of the delicious treat. y/n made her way over to the pair, pinching her daughter’s cheeks lightly as a hushed joyous squeal emitted from minhee, before reaching up and pecking her husband’s nose. “we’ll have to hurry, only fifteen minutes before the shop closes!”

a few brief minutes later and the family of three were ambling their merry way to the nearest convenience store in hopes of retrieving their prized puddings. y/n and minho stood on either side of minhee, the trio forming a chain as they interlinked their hands together. the light breeze that picked up was a pleasant relief from the awful humidity of the summer night.

“daddy and i will have vanilla pudding, mummy what one do you want?” the small girl piped up, her cheerful voice carrying through the empty street. “hmm, what flavour do you recommend?” y/n replied, smiling down at minhee, swinging their intertwined hands back and forth. “maybe you can try a different one and we can all share?” minho cheekily chimed in.

“your dad is telling me to get something different so you can enjoy mine and still eat yours too.” dropping her daughter’s hand, y/n stood still to cross her arms over her chest.

minho and minhee stopped in their tracks, and gazed at each other, “see i told you, she would figure it out. quick let’s go before she can stop us!” he swiftly lifted his daughter onto his back and jogged down the road, harmonious giggles erupted from the mischievous duo. y/n sighed, the sides of her mouth naturally upturned in response to their innocent antics. noticing she was a distance behind, up ahead minho had turned around, nodding to usher her along.

with their puddings in hand, the family were set to return home, but minhee in her phase of intense curiosity, insisted they visit the nearby playground. y/n and minho could not resist their bundle of joy, and happily obliged.

“promise we will eat our puddings first, then ten minutes on the swing, alright?” y/n bargained. the family of three sat on a bench, all humming in enjoyment as they stomached their sweet puddings.

“it’s the last bite, open. ah,” minho demonstrated, his bunny teeth making an appearance, as he held the petite plastic spoon before minhee’s lips. the little girl mimicked his actions, her front teeth adorably similar to her father’s.

y/n sat to the side, admiring the exchange between her husband and child. a warmth tickling the bottom of her heart. lost in her thoughts, minho’s pudding spoon dug into his wife’s cup. y/n glared playfully at her husband, her failed attempt to swat his hand away cost her pudding. “ooh, caramel!” he teased, poking his tongue out as he finished the small portion she had left over.

feeling kittenish, y/n wrapped her arms around her daughter, who was sat between the couple. “mimi,” y/n began whining, “daddy is mean, he took my pudding~” minhee shifted in her place, a tiny hand patting against her mother’s hip in consolation. “bad daddy, mummy is sad. you should give her a kiss to make it better!” hues of red painted y/n’s cheeks as the tips of minho’s ears grew hot.

sheepishly leaning over, her hand deftly obscuring the child’s eyes as she pressed a peck to her husband’s lips, brazenly grazing his bottom lip with her tongue. pulling away and adjusting herself to relax back into the bench, y/n chuckles, “hmm, you’re right, the caramel is good. i'm all better now.”

minho was greatly flustered, a little frazzled from his wife’s bold display of affection in front of their child. he quickly shot up from his seat, hand extended to minhee, “sh-shall we get to the swings, princess?”

y/n watches as her husband and daughter skip together hand-in-hand to the swing set. her gaze wistful as she observes the pair, the sound of their mirthful laughter dances with the wind that disturbs the thick trees. the rustling of their leaves almost drowns out the wailing of the crickets. perhaps it was the faint tinge of petrichor that lingered in the evening air that ignite the tainted memories she had long believed were buried deep in the forsaken trenches of her mind.

in front of her, minho earnestly basked in the moment, blissfully engaging with his daughter. a permanent smile etched onto their faces as the apples of their cheeks bloomed under the glow of the array of streetlamps littering the surrounding park area. y/n leaned forward, resting her elbow on her thigh whilst she placed her chin against her palm. the sight before her eyes fills her with a lonesome sense of longing, yet at the same time the contradicting feeling of solace.

as a child she lacked an adequate father figure, and for so long she was lost in her own sense of misdirection, untrusting of men and fearful of commitment. when minho entered her life, she was apprehensive, conflicted as to whether he could accept the myriad of flaws that decorated her person.

a light scoff instinctively fell from her lips, that thought banished from her mind as she stared down at the diamond ring on her left-hand finger. she could not deny his honest, blithe soul was bewitching.

minho sweeps his little girl off of her feet to rest her head against his shoulder, then turns to rejoin his wife at the bench. he instantaneously recognises the vacant look in his wife’s eyes, her absent gaze directed to her hand, and he makes a mental note to hold her in his arms extra tight when they get into bed.

“let’s go now, our princess is falling asleep.” he muses as his chin juts to point at the koala clinging to his upper torso. y/n stands, slipping her hand into minho’s.

minho places a faint peck on his daughter’s forehead, cautious to stir her in her dozing state. “goodnight, bub.” he whispered affectionately, then softly closed the door to tiptoe back to the couple’s bedroom.

the moonlight spills in through the sheer curtains to dimly light the room where the pair lay together. minho engulfs her in a warm embrace, their limbs entangled under the covers.

“thank you for being apart of my life. thank you for giving me something to look forward to in life, pumpkin.” y/n breathes out shakily, snuggling herself further into minho’s chest. he has an inkling as to what spurs his wife’s sudden heartfelt confession.

with her eyes still closed, y/n’s mind continues to ruminate, continuing down the spiral of her earlier train of thought. her hands encircling minho’s waist bundle tightly into his shirt. the tense hold on his clothes has him slightly shrinking away, as he takes a hold of his wife’s chin to bring her eye’s level with his. “bun, is something bothering you?”

y/n doesn’t reply, her fragmented mind unable to form a coherent sentence. exhaling with all her might, she begins with her eyes still tightly shut, “no, it’s nothing like that. it-it’s just… seeing you treat our minhee so well, i feel so grateful. you’re a father to her in the ways i needed a father most.”

the hum of the air conditioning fills the room. y/n tentatively opens her eyes, thinking her words were foolish.

“i am treating her with the love she deserves, and that’s the same love you deserve, bunny. pure and unconditional.” minho reaches to tenderly tuck a loose strand of hair behind y/n’s ear. he inches closer to press a loving kiss to his wife’s lips, filled with both reassurance and passion.

when they separate, he feels a droplet catch on his unclothed bicep. he fondly caresses y/n’s cheek, wiping stray tears that stagger down the side of her face. placing his forehead against her’s, minho gently shushes her, patting her back to calm the outpour of raw emotion that overcomes her. his wife relishes in his comforting touch, his affections effortlessly melt all her anxiety and tension into nothingness.

minho was the only man who didn't take pieces of her heart, to leave her a shell of the person she used to be. he only gave her more things about herself, and the world to love.

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note; i was overwhelmed and am so grateful for all the support i received in the polling to choose this fic, and for the attention my other writing pieces have received. i am little worried this kind of plot and more serious writing may disappoint a few. but, thank you to everyone who gave me a small corner of the internet where i belong. i appreciate any reblogs and constructive criticisms you may have of my work 💖 © stayfortwominutes ; august 20, 2023.

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💭 reaction | bangchan

prompt; first time sharing a bed

disclaimers; a bit suggestive*, petnames, reader is described to have a fuller figure, no depictions of the members' personalities, actions or thoughts reflect their true character.

pairing; bang chan x female reader.

content; fluff, comfort, established relationship | word count; 800+

the downpour came without much warning. abrupt surges of thunder echoed in the street followed by the heavy pelting of thick rain drops against the pavement. believing the weather would soon clear up, y/n and Chan chose to wait out the storm. after a few hours passed, they had already cleared dinner, and finished washing up.

"fancy staying the night? I'll take the couch as usual," chan called down the hallway. as the words floated to y/n, she found herself smiling. he was ever the gentleman, and throughout their steady eight month relationship, chan was cautious to push any boundaries, especially those regarding personal space.

with her face towel in hand, y/n sauntered into the room. chan was stood at the side of the bed, lovingly fluffing the pillows before quickly dashing a spritz of his perfume in the air and fanning it with his hand to evenly distribute the scent. y/n had often complimented his fragrance choices, and he knew a light touch of it on his borrowed sheets would be comforting. sneaking behind his busied figure, y/n secured her arms around his waist.

"baby girl, have you finished showering already?" he asked, his eyes forming crescents as his gaze fell upon her.

"mmmh," y/n dazedly replied, her senses overcome with the soft, warmth of his perfume and the sleepiness that could not be kept at bay.

chan leant down, placing his hands on either side of y/n's shoulder, giving them a gentle squeeze, before placing a soft kiss on her forehead. y/n's cheeks and his own both tinged with hues of pink. the two were still full with the giddiness of puppy love despite their long term status. y/n still felt hesitant, she also did not want to push. chan had already made his way to the door, hand resting on the knob when y/n spoke.

"couldn't we share tonight? the thunder is sort of loud." in the smallest voice, y/n mumbled her question.

chan knew y/n well enough that thunder was neither a concern nor threat, and that she could sleep through the end of the world.

he chuckled to himself, responding with a cheerful "yes."

natually, chan took the side of the bed that wasn't to the wall. y/n settled herself on her left side to face him, but oddly enough, her boyfriend had bundled himself closer to the edge, and she wondered how he hadn't fallen off already.

"i didn't realise how small this bed was for two," y/n uttered. despite her low voice, the sound seemed the fill the room, as the rumbling thunder silenced at that precise moment.

slowly, thoughts of self consciousness took residence in her mind: was chan keeping his space on purpose? was he not ready to be in such an intimate situation yet?

"y/n?" he called out to no response, only the lively hum of the air conditioning could be heard.

"y/n?" he voiced again, a little louder. this time he successfully pulled her from her thoughts. the frown on her face evident under the moonlight that shone through the window.

"baby, what are you thinking about that has you so spaced out?" y/n met his eyes, a shadow half covering his face. unsure if it was the nerves of being within such close proximity or being so tired, y/n took the chance. "are you uncomfortable being this close to me? i can move to the couch, i don't want you to fall off and hurt yourself."

chan sat upright, blinking before taking his head in his hands.

"y/n- baby," he began, turning to face her.

"i was worried about making you uncomfortable. and i won't lie, the way your hips fill out my shirt had me a little preoccupied. i didn't want you to think i was trying to make a move the first time we slept together."

hearty laughter erupted from y/n, "my goodness, how silly could i be? i thought you were being extra careful because you weren't feeling it. i wanted us to cuddle..."

making grabby hands towards chan, the man was quick to shuffle over to her, scooping her up in his arms so y/n's head lay in the crevice of his shoulder as his arm snaked around her waist.

the couple silently admired each other's features in the dark as the rain seemed to calm. the placid atmosphere and shared warmth of their bodies lulled them further into a slumber.

"goodnight, my precious channie," y/n whispered, before gently pecking the tip of his nose. her right hand now tucked against his chest, the rhythmic beating of his heart mellowing her previous nerves.

y/n could remember a chaste kiss falling upon her cheek before she was out like a light.

"sleep well, baby girl."

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notes; i enjoyed writing this piece, and hopefully i can get to the other members too. please let me know if you have any feedback. © stayfortwominutes ; august 14, 2023.

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📝 collision | lee know

disclaimers; self doubt, insecurity, petnames. no depictions of the members' personalities, actions or thoughts reflect their true character.

pairing; lee know × reader

content; angst, comfort | word count; 1.1 k

synopsis; love is timing, and lee know is sure he's missed it.

미안해 그냥 내가 잘못했어 (sorry, babe) i'm sorry, i was wrong (sorry, babe) 변명할 생각 없어 다시 한번 i'm not trying to make excuses 그때로 돌아가 날 사랑한다 말해줘 (young love) let's just go back in time so you can tell me you love me once more (young love)

minho stopped in front of the apartment door with his head hung low as a heavy, melancholic sigh escapes him. his last message sent to y/n over fifteen, dreadful hours ago.

y/n: i have some news! minho: is it good or bad? y/n: um, you might not like it... minho: is it something that can wait till i get home? we're about to board. y/n: it's nothing much, you should rest up! minho: you're so understanding, princess. i think i'll pass out. don't wait up for me, see you when i get there. y/n: have a safe flight ♡

a whirlwind of high strung tension, overwhelming responsibilities, and little rest had begun to take it's toll on not just minho, but his relationship with y/n. in the last four months, the couple had seen each other a total of three times in person, with him being in one country one week, then another the next week. video and phone calls had become the norm. his most recent flight having been delayed, resulted in him spending yet another day away from y/n. all these sour happenings plagued minho's mind and the broken record of self doubt spun as he ruminated on one particular thought: could he give y/n the attention, the dedication and the love she deserved?

minho didn't understand her patience and tolerance for his demanding schedule; especially the last minute cancellation of dates, which had him more than often promising he'd make it up to her, only to be consumed by work again.

the slivers of moonlight glimmering through the drawn curtains was the only light source in the apartment. pensively removing his shoes at the entry way, minho promised himself he'd see y/n just for a brief moment, before he'd surrender it all to the fate that he believed was attempting to sever their red string.

wasn't love about timing? and minho had regretably missed so much of it with y/n.

he had missed their three-year anniversary as a couple, and, to rub salt into the wound, his meticulously planned gift arrived a week late. now, as he crouched down beside y/n's slouched figure; her left arm, that was sprawled on the seat acting as a makeshift pillow; had he noticed the bandage adorning the ankle of her outstretched left leg. a handful of thoughts flew through his mind.

was that what she wanted to tell him earlier? why couldn't he have spared her just an extra five minutes? abruptly, the cloud of despair welcomed itself in minho's mind and he couldn't forgive himself for being so selfish, neglecting y/n's needs when he had vowed them to be more important than his own. carefully, he scouped her into his arms, and sat himself on the couch.

for a moment longer, he'd hold her, enjoy the soft scent of her skin, and memorise the plush of her lips; just once more. absentmindedly, he lovingly stroked y/n's cheek.

"mmmh," she stirred. her eye lids, still weighed down by sleep, slowly opened.

"it's okay, princess. i can't stay long. go back to sleep." minho whispered, pressing a light kiss to the girl's cheek.

a whimsical smile danced on her lips, "hmph, i waited to see you. it's been too long. i missed you, bunny." y/n's hand reached up, delicately tucking a lose strand from his fringe behind his ear. she stared up at him, and minho felt himself relax. the entire universe decorated y/n's pupils; the lustrous glint reflecting from her eyes was enchanting. minho's resolve waivered.

"we'll see each other again soon..." he trailed off. minho caught himself reciting his usual excuses. disappointment settled in the pit of his stomach. y/n raised her finger to trace minho's bottom lip, effectively silencing him. the sleep washed away by the swelling joy of a long awaited reunion between the lovers; it burnt through her veins.

"i've missed you."

"let's talk more tomorrow, it's late."

"no, i want to hear how you've been," y/n refuted.

minho averted his eyes, his gaze trailing to the floor. y/n felt a slight tension seeping between them, and she hastily adjusted herself to straddle his lap.

"be careful, your ankl-"

"are you okay? do you feel sick? you've never been so distant. it's unusual."

"i can't take this anymore. we should call it quits..."

y/n's brows furrowed, her eyes trying to catch minho's.

"i can't be here for you like i used to. i want to give you the world, but i couldn't even spare five minutes to hear how you were... i'm an awful boyfriend. i'll only continue to fall short of your expectations, and you'll grow to accept the loneliness rather than realise you're worth more than all the stars in the night sky."

y/n remained silent, biting on her bottom lip as she watched the slow rise and fall of minho's chest.

"are you done?" she mustered after what felt like an eternity.

y/n hands tightly bunched the undersides of minho's collar, as she comanded his gaze.

"have you fallen out of love with me?"

minho profusely shook his head in disagreement. y/n's eyes searched his, an uneasy emptiness clouded by remorse emitted from its depths.

"then please, listen to me." she voiced pleadingly.

the man, brimming with guilt reverted to avoiding her eyes, as his own darted to the floor. removing her right hand from his shirt, she took her index and thumb to his chin.

"you hold yourself hostage to this image of perfectionism, and you mean well, but it's not you. it's not the 'minho' i fell in love with. did i give you the wrong impression, that you weren't enough? because, bunny, i can't walk away from this... when you're all that i need and more."

minho snaked his arms around y/n's waist, pulling her forward and nuzzling his head into her the crook of her neck. y/n's fingers busied themselves tracing soothing patterns against the nape of his neck.

"there you go... you're taking the blame. but how can i continue to do this to you. i love you. but i'm not even brave enough to announce it to the world." minho sighed against y/n's skin. the warmth of his breath further fuelling the smouldering fire alight in her heart.

"how can you love me, if you leave me? you're the one who taught me to love myself... you are my world."

if love was about timing, then y/n was determined establish her own.

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note; i really enjoy the varying interpretations for collision's lyrics. please let me know if you have any feedback or want a continuation of any of my drabbles. credit to hyunloversclub on twitter for the lyric translations. © stayfortwominutes ; august 08, 2023.

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📝 collision | bangchan

disclaimers; petnames, insecurities. no depictions of the members' personalities, actions or thoughts reflect their true character.

pairing; bang chan × female reader

content; angst, hopeful fluff | word count; 500+

synopsis; after the fourth ring, will you pick up?

romantic 했던 추억 회상 소각 i look back on our romantic memories and they disintegrate 하늘로 흩어져 버린 매연 같다 like smoke disappearing into the sky

*beep beep beep beep*

chan could feel his pulse in his throat, his fingers tense around the phone, as he waited out the dial tones. he sat on the floor hunched against his bedroom wall, and clutching his phone anticipating y/n to answer.

an explosive argument.

the raising of voices, insecurities, and unspoken truths manifested themselves into three long, dreadful weeks of silence. the disagreement sparked from y/n asking chan to take a weekend away from work. this was not unreasonable to y/n. whenever they spent their Iimited time together, chan's laptop was always sitting in the corner; the lid halfway up. at first, it wasn't the problem but gradually, every spare minute chan accumulated, he'd open up his laptop. y/n saw just how consumed he was by work. obviously, chan protested and claimed he had to work hard, and while y/n was not denying his cause, she just wanted him to shut down for once, not roam the dorm till the ungodly hours of 4 am in an attempt to piece together tracks.

as the fourth dial tone dragged out, a crackle sounded, followed by the smallest voice, "hello, christopher?"

silence naturally followed, and chan sat bewildered at hearing his name being called out, nothing affectionate in his mind. "is everything alright?"

why you acting like a fool? 알잖아, don't be so rude you know, don't be so rude call me 'Baby' like you used to 원래 그랬던 것처럼 like you used to

"baby, what happened to us?" chan breathed out slowly. for another minute, he was met with a dead end, he could hear the white noise of the fan in your apartment.

"chris. you know what happened. we both needed time to cool off. a lot of what we said was in the heat of the moment... i have been thinking and..."

there it was, the inevitable end. chan rolled his head back, still tightly gripping the phone with his right hand and his left index and thumb working at the tension in his temples. a sigh escaped his parted lips as he stared blankly up at the ceiling.

"baby, let me finish." chan snapped back to reality. he didn't intend for the conversation to switch, but his mood back flipped as soon as it felt as though there was an end in sight.

"mmmhh." chan sounded, the corners of his lips tugging up as he gulped lightly. there it was... baby.

"we need to properly sit down and talk. i know i avoided communicating my feelings, and i don't want what we have to end. but i also needed time to reflect on the things we both said. don't misunderstand me, this isn't the end of us. but it's also not something we should sweep under the carpet." chan could only nod in response, his throat long dried up.

"baby, what do you think?" there it was again...

the one word he missed hearing. even though it wasn't said as sweetly as he remembered, 'baby' still felt familiar, in it's affection. it felt like home.

"baby girl, i'm so sorry..." a shaky breath escaped from chan as his shoulders relaxed before he continuted. "let's sit down and talk. it's been hard without you, a-and i want you to know that i will do better for the both of us."

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note; please let know if you enjoyed this drabble. ♪ i believe in collision and han-heartbreak-song supremacy ♪ credit to hyunloversclub on twitter for the lyric translations. © stayfortwominutes ; august 07, 2023.

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