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whatsk-poppinhomies · 9 months

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Pairing : poly!Han Jisung x F!Reader x poly!Lee Minho TW : poly relationship ; obvious angst because ya know ; another famous Nana cliffhanger (but I actually want to write a part 2 for it after making a poll because I want to know what you all think) ; straight to the point angst, no dillydallying here ; Word Count : 4.0k Request : Anonny : Can we have poly minsung plus reader but with angst? I am a sucker for angst. AN : first time writing for poly skz... lemme know how I do... please... I hope you enjoy this, I hope I did this right.

Things had started off fine, and that in itself should have gone to show that things surely wouldn’t stay that way. The relationship in itself wasn’t normal, not to say that it wasn’t perfect, but you knew that if it weren’t for the fact that you had to hide your relationship, fans would be judging you, the entire world would be judging you. Those thoughts used to plague you in the beginning, but you had been so happy… Maybe you should have just listened to your head… Maybe that would have saved you from the ending that you received. To get to the end, we have to start from the beginning… It’ll be short though… It’s not like things had lasted very long anyway.

You were a secretary at the JYPE office, the job in itself was boring, but you also got to see a lot of stars during your walks through the hallways. There was always one that caught your attention, and he had always been so kind to you, giving you a beautiful smile and bowing his head just slightly to say hello. Your heart would throb and you’d get the most wonderful fuzzy feeling in your stomach whenever you saw him, but you were under a contract, much like he was… Those 1 second interactions in passing were all you were ever going to get… Or so you thought.

Roses had been left on your desk one day, a secret admirer, the card had read. You weren’t sure where they came from, but they were gorgeous, and you placed them at the corner of your desk, looking at them every so often, and that warm fuzzy feeling would return. You thought that it was just your hopefulness that had you wishing that it was the man in the hallway that had those flowers delivered to you, the back of your mind telling you that it was foolish to hope for such things when he was famous and you were just a 9-5 office worker.

That is until you were heading out of the office for the day, your bag held close under your arm and your folder of paperwork clutched against your chest. You were the last one out of the office that evening, you had stayed a little past your scheduled time and you assumed that everyone had already gone home for the evening. When you stepped out into the hallway though… There he was.

“Did you get the flowers?” He asked, leaning against the wall and giving you that beautiful smile that you had so foolishly already fallen in love with. “You’re not going to take them home with you?” He mused, noticing your flowerless hands, and you looked between him and the door to the office that was now shut. You could have gone back in and gotten them, but you were taking the subway home and you didn’t want them to get damaged.

“I like them on my desk… I think they brighten up the room a little bit more.” You explained, and while it wasn’t exactly the real reason… It was still one of the reasons. “Do you know who sent them? I really want to thank them… Seeing the flowers made me so happy.” You mused, and it felt strange to be talking to him so casually… Maybe it was the fact that you were running on little sleep and 3 cans of energy drinks. You were exhausted, and maybe your mind just let it slip who exactly you were talking to.

“Of course I know who sent them.” He pushed himself away from the wall and walked over to you, causing you to stumble back a little as the words that had been printed in the darkest bold letters on your contract flashed in your mind's eye like a bright neon sign. “I sent them… And you don’t know how hard it was to get them to your office without anyone knowing. I’m glad you like them though. Do you… Know who I am?” He quizzed, and you slowly, almost robotically nodded your head.

“Y-You’re… You’re Lee Know… Lee Minho… Best dancer…” You rambled, and with every word that left your mouth you got more and more embarrassed, but you couldn’t stop yourself from going on and on. “I’ve seen you… In the hallway… You’re… I didn’t think… Why did you send me flowers?”

Now his answer is probably quite obvious considering after only a month of the two of you talking he ended up asking you out. That month can be a story for another day though, because right now, this is the story of how your seemingly perfect little world got turned upside down in what felt like a matter of seconds.

You and Minho had been dating for 2 months, and in those months there was no one that you got more close to than Jisung. You had heard about their friendship, how close they were, how they almost did everything together… You heard just about everything… But you didn’t really expect the proposition that would be brought to you one night over dinner.

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” Jisung had asked, and the question coming from his lips sounded so much softer, so much shier than it had when Minho had asked. Of course, you were thrown for a loop and it took you a couple seconds to fully process what he had asked. The craziest part was that he had asked right in front of Minho… And Minho didn’t seem to mind it, he actually seemed a little bit too calm.

“W-Well… I’m… Me and Minho are together…” You stammered, looking between your boyfriend and the man who had asked you the question. Your expectations were probably a little bit too normal for the situation, considering you expected Jisung to apologize and backtrack and you expected Minho to maybe go off a little bit on Jisung for asking something so silly, but none of those things happened, instead, Jisung looked up at Minho as if asking for help.

That’s when Minho cleared his throat, grabbing his seat across the table from you and holding your gaze with his twinkling eyes that almost seemed a little bit mischievous. “Well you know, Jisung is my friend, my best friend and… He’s been on almost all of our dates with us.” And that was true… It was something that you thought was strange in the beginning, but Jisung had become such a key part of all of your and Minhos dates that it almost felt strange when he wasn’t there. “He really likes you, and I gave him the okay, I wouldn’t mind sharing you with him… But I told him that it was up to you whether you were okay with it.”

It was up to you? It was a strange decision to make, and it almost felt like a test… You were worried that that was what it was. Minho was testing you to see if you’d really take him up on his offer, and you were nervous, you were scared about what his reaction would be, what he’d do if you took him up on the offer. “We can give you time to think about it… I know that it’s not the easiest choice to make…” Jisung mumbled, his thumbs twirling as he sheepishly looked down at the table.

“I just… I need to think about it…” You murmured, and you waited, waited for Minho to call you out for even thinking about potentially saying yes… But he didn’t. He patted Jisung on the shoulder, and then he got up from his chair and walked around the table to stand beside you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Take all the time you need, kitten. We won’t rush you.” He whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. It wasn’t a test… They were both serious about this… And you didn’t know how to feel about that. You had never been in a situation like this, you had never been in a relationship like this before… But would it really be any different from how things already were? You just needed to think.. You needed to think about it…

And think about it you did… You thought about it for quite a while, and, well… It’s quite obvious what you chose.

Being with both of them was something that took a little bit to get used to… But all in all, it was generally simple at first. It was more like the guys having shared custody of you, which, in itself, was a funny way to look at it, but it also made things easier for you. One week was Minhos week to have you, and the next week was Jisungs. It went back and forth like that for a couple months.

Sometimes the two of them would want to take you out together, and that’s really when the weird looks would come from bystanders who didn’t understand the relationship. They’d tell you to ignore it, finding something else to capture your attention so you didn’t think too much about what people might be thinking. To them it didn’t matter, as long as you were happy being with the both of them, they were happy.

You never felt the tension, you never thought there was any. If you even thought for a second that being with the both of them would cause any problems, you wouldn’t have agreed to it, but they both were adamant that things would be okay. It truly felt like things were okay. After your week with either of the guys was over, they would drop you off at the other's house and they always looked so happy. Sometimes they’d even stay for dinner, or have you sit on the middle cushion of the couch as the three of you watched a movie together. Things felt perfect.

There wasn’t any sign that things were going downhill, to be honest, it didn’t even seem like there was a hill. The falling of the relationship was more like a drop tower, you had been shot up so fast that your heart was still hammering in your chest and that adrenaline from excitement was still coursing through your veins, you didn’t even have a second to think before that loud click and then you were falling, your stomach being lurched up into your throat and when you reached the bottom you didn’t really know what to do, it was like your brain was jumbled and you couldn’t think straight and everything was just… It felt off.

“Why are you packing up your bags already?” Minho asked as you walked out of the bedroom. Even though Jisung had made a room for you at his own place, your dresser was filled with clothes that he had bought you and you had all the stuff you needed in the bathroom, you had everything you needed in general… You still liked to take a few things from Minhos with you when you went over to Jisungs and vice versa. “You want to leave?”

For a second you were confused, double checking your calendar to make sure you hadn’t just lost track of the days, but you were right. It was Sunday, and Sundays were when Minho would usually take you over to Jisungs. “It’s Jis day… Remember? Today starts his week.” You reminded your boyfriend who probably had the days mixed up as well considering they were working on a new album.

He rolled his eyes, letting out a noise that sounded a little bit like disgust as he leaned back on the couch. “I already talked to him. I get to have you for another week. I miss you too much and… I just want to spend a little extra time with you.” He explained, and you nodded your head along with his reasoning. He had been in the office a little bit more this week which meant that he couldn’t spend as much time with you as he probably would have liked to, and considering he told you he had already talking to Jisung about it, you were more than happy to cozy up on the couch next to him and enjoy the rest of the evening.

“He’s okay with you keeping me for another week though? He said that?” You asked, just to be sure. Jisung was… Well, you wouldn’t say possessive… But he didn’t really like the idea of missing a week with you. He took great pride in the relationship and making sure you felt loved by him. He loved his weeks with you, and on many occasions, he’d get a little choked up whenever he had to give you back to Minho.

“Of course he’s okay with it. I don’t know why he wouldn’t be.” Minho seemed to brush it off, and you silently thought of a million reasons why Jisung wouldn’t be okay with not seeing you. “You were my girlfriend first. He’s lucky that I even share you with him… I think it’s only fair that I get to spend more time with you anyway.” That was the first sign, although you weren’t exactly sure what that sign entailed, but your gut was telling you that it wouldn’t be good.

You didn’t push it though, you allowed yourself to lean against Minho as he looked through the movies on tv, trying to find one that you could watch together. It was always so cute to you that he took your opinion into consideration when picking a movie considering the fact that you almost always fell asleep before the halfway mark. That’s exactly what happened, the sun beginning to set, and the golden hue that painted the room mixed with the sound of Minhos light breathing as you laid against his chest, it was the perfect setting to rest, you always found it easier to fall asleep next to him.

The rapid knocking against the door stirred you enough to have you slightly conscious, lifting your head from Minhos chest that you found yourself laying across fully now, completely on top of him as you both laid on the couch. “Shh… It’s alright, go back to sleep, honey. I’ll get it.” Minho whispered, brushing his fingers over your hair to lull you back into your slumber before shimmying out from underneath you and running to the door.

Even though you were still out of it, your mind was awake, your ears fully tuned in to what was happening around you. You heard the door being opened, and then the sound of Jisungs voice, just far enough away to know he wasn’t in the house yet, but loud enough for you to know he was irritated. “Why didn’t you drop her off? I was waiting! Do you know how worried I was!? Where is she?” He ranted almost immediately, and you heard Minho shushing him, and it sounded like he was trying to push him out of the house. “No… No, where is she?” Jisung continued, and then Minho sighed heavily, the breath followed by a loud groan.

“She’s sleeping. She’s not feeling well and I just wanted to keep her here to make sure she’s taken care of.” It was a blatant lie, you had been more than ready to go over to Jisungs this evening, and while you wanted to call Minho out on it, a part of you was scared to. You loved Minho… You loved both of them… And you didn’t want either of them to get hurt. “I’ll just spend the rest of this week with her and then I’ll drop her off at your place. Sorry for worrying you.”

You thought that it would end there, that Jisung would believe the lie, but you were sorely mistaken. “The rest of this week?! So you’re saying I don’t get to see her for two weeks straight!?” Jisung screeched, and you could tell from the intermittent cracking of his voice that he was already worked up. “I can take care of her just as well as you can. I’ve taken care of her when she has her period, I’ve helped her when she was sick. I love her and I can take care of her too.” And that wasn’t a lie. Jisung was probably the best caregiver you’ve had. He always made sure that you had what you needed, and he’d do his best to take your mind off of whatever was hurting you or making you feel sick. Even when you felt like you were going through hell itself, he managed to make you smile and make you laugh.

“She’s my girlfriend!” Minho snapped, and you heard his hand slap against the door, something that he did often when he was trying to make his point or when he felt like his words were being threatened. He didn’t like being wrong, and he surely didn’t like when anyone other than him said anything slightly valid. “I had her first, so how about you just accept what I’m saying and you can see her next week.”

There was a silence… And for the first time, silence scared you. Your eyes peaked open and you pushed yourself up just enough to see over the back of the couch. Jisung was standing right in the center of the doorway, making sure that Minho couldn’t shut the door on him, but not pushing the boundaries. “Oh! I see… I see what’s going on here. You’re jealous…” Jisung stated, and you heard Minho scoff, and you could see his head fall back as if he were silently laughing at the accusation. “You are. You know I treat Y/N better, you know that I love her better… You’re jealous and you’re scared that she’ll end up just choosing me at the end.”

You weren’t sure when this turned into a competition, that’s never what it felt like to you, but maybe deep down that’s what they both thought it was. “Why would I ever be jealous of you? If I was so scared I wouldn’t have let you start dating her in the first place.” Minho retorted, his words vibrating with his silent laughter. “I felt bad for you because you were always the awkward lonely third wheel. I let you be with her… But you’re really pushing it thinking that you can just come over here and try to take her from me when it’s my week. I make the decisions… She’s my girlfriend, she’ll always be mine first.”

You hated that… You hated that he felt like he could make the decisions for you, that he should be the one making all the choices. It had been your decision to date the both of them, so it should rightfully be your choice as to who you wanted to spend the week with. Those words had you getting up from the couch and making your way over to the door. “Hey, sweetie!” Jisung cooed, and Minhos head whipped in your direction, his eyes going wide as he looked at you and then back to Jisung.

“Honey… You’re not feeling well. You should be laying down. Maybe you should go to the bedroom so you won’t be woken up by him.” Minho urged, or… Moreso pleaded with you, motioning to the bedroom door with a forced smile. You couldn’t believe that he was still trying to ride with that lie, and you weren’t going to allow it. As much as you loved Minho, you loved Jisung too, and you didn’t want him to think that you chose to not see him.

“You know… I’m actually feeling better now.” You said, shooting a smile in Jisungs direction, and you saw his own smile spread across his face as his eyes sparkled brightly with excitement. Minho on the other hand, looked pissed. “I think I should spend the week with Jisung, I haven’t seen him in a whole week… That’s a long time to not see my boyfriend.”

Jisungs hands clapped giddily, but Minho was growing more and more furious with each passing second. “I’m your boyfriend!” He growled, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you back when you tried to move closer to Jisung. “I’m done sharing… You’re breaking up with him. It’s done. I’m over this.”

It was a shock, especially considering he was the one who wanted this. The only person more shocked than you was Jisung, but his emotions were more of a flurry, he was desperate, he was pissed, he was devastated. “N-No, you can’t choose that! It’s her choice to make, not yours!” Jisung shouted between heavy breaths, it almost looked like he was on the verge of hyperventilating. “Y/N… Sweetie… Tell him…” His eyes widened with panic as he looked at you, and you were panicking too.

“Yeah… Tell me, honey… Because I’m done sharing you… And if you want to be with him, then you’ll have to just be with him. I’m done doing this weekly bullshit, I’m done having to be away from you. You’re mine… I shouldn’t have let this go on for so long… I shouldn’t have let it start to begin with.” Minho said, biting the inside of his cheeks as his eyes turned ice cold, although you weren’t sure if the look was all for you, or if he was just so pissed off that he couldn’t look at you any other way.

“That’s not fair…” Jisungs nostrils flared as his own eyes became sharp, his glare directly pointed at Minho. “You waited… You waited long enough for me to get attached to her, for her to get attached to me… You waited for us to love each other and then you try to give her an ultimatum… It’s bullshit and you know it.” While they both seemed to have so much to say to each other, you were speechless. Jisung was right though, it wasn’t fair. Why did he take so long to figure shit out? “Sweetie… Look at me… Y/N…” Jisungs voice softened, and you saw that he wanted to reach out for you, but Minho was like a guard, doing his best to keep Jisung from being able to even breathe too close to you. “I’m not going to hate you for whatever choice you make… But I hope you make the right one. What he’s doing… It’s not right… It’s not okay. I know that whatever choice you do make… It’s going to hurt you. But I’ll still be there for you… No matter what, I’ll always be here for you because I love you. That will never change.”

It shouldn’t be so hard to choose, Minho was there first… He should be your choice… But Jisung… He was so sweet, he was so loving… He made you feel loved in a completely different way than Minho. It was all so confusing, and you already felt your heart breaking for both of the men that you loved so deeply, you’d lose a piece of yourself no matter who you chose. “I…” You started, tears spilling over your bottom lashes as you looked between both of the guys that held your heart. “I don’t know… I… I need time to think…” It wasn’t easy, it would never be easy… And you knew that it would only be made harder since they both were always together, they were in the same group, whether you chose Minho or Jisung, you’d always have to see the both of them… You’d always be faced with the thought of what could have been if your choice had been different. You’d need a lot of time to think… And you’d need a couple weeks, weeks to yourself to think about who you’d choose… If any of them… Because you didn’t just have to protect your own feelings and your own heart… You had to protect theirs too.

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sunboki · 2 years

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WIPING OFF SKZ’S KISSES

including; bangchan, han jisung, seo changbin, lee felix, hwang hyunjin, lee minho, kim seungmin, yang jeongin

genre; fluff:)

BANGCHAN had you cuddled in his lap, typing away on the keyboard and carefully testing out rhythms with an effortlessly attractive focused expression. however it seemed he took hint of your watchful eyes, filled with adoration as you spent the extra seconds soaking in this type of chan. “was i zoning out?” he voiced, brows knitting worriedly as he hugged you closer—placing a feather-light kiss on your cheek. at this moment the mischievous opportunity overtook you, wiping off the peck he landed. chan almost immediately placed another, than another until your face was absolutely bombarded with his kisses. “now you’ll have to scrub your face if you want to rub them off, don’t resist my love~” he sang, chin resting atop your head; carrying a pouty expression. “don’t be upset channie, i was joking..” you giggled, turning around to cup his falsetto sad face. surprisingly, he gave each of your cheeks a last kiss. “for good luck.” — “c’mon..chan..”

HAN throws a fit when you use the back of your hand to brush off his kiss to your lips. “heyyyyyy, don’t do that… do you not want my kisses?” he slurs, making it hard not to laugh. if anything, quokka looked betrayed. his chubby cheeks puff out defiantly, crossing his arms taut to his chest while he deeply sighed—silence overtaking the room. “does my breath smell?” han randomly proposed, unable to contain his bubbling chuckle. “was it my lunch? AH. i need to go brush my teeth.” he rose up, beginning to hurriedly walk to the bathroom. you grasped his shirt in a quick manner. “i’m joking i’m joking, it was all a prank.” you eased, han releasing a breathless whine before collapsing on top of you. “jisungie.. get off..” you struggled, squirming beneath his in-denial frame. “that’s so mean y/nnie.. you’re paying for dinner.” he huffed. “okay fine dinner’s on me.” the struggle continued, han finally getting off. “don’t do that, let me love you.” he whispered softly, big brown eyes carrying so much emotion. “i promise baby.” you hugged him, smiling to yourself at just how precious he was. the nickname you used making his face ache red. “never can get used to that.” this time you both laughed.

CHANGBIN would huff, eyeing your fingers reaching to brush off his affection. you were halfway through the newest godzilla movie ( that changbin had thoughtfully asked to watch ), and as boredom set in, you took it upon yourself to pester the man of principles. his disregarded kisses happened a few more times before he grabbed your wrists, using his strength to push you back on the couch till he was hovering over you. “you’re ruining the movie for me, now hold still while i finish what was started.” nonetheless, he kept his promise, littering every inch of skin he could find in his kisses. yet no matter how hot the muscular man looked above you in that moment, he was still your dwaekki and you couldn’t take a single thing he did seriously for a set amount of time. so now you were literally cracking up as he kissed your neck, the man smiling against your skin. “ticklish much?” he mused. “please! oh my god i’m gonna pee my pants.” you chest shook, changbin relieving his efforts. “ruining the mood.” he playfully grinned, turning off the tv—hovering over you once again. “but didn’t you want to watch the-“let’s focus on not killing the mood, what do you say?” wow. hot.

FELIX gasped dramatically, eyes narrowing to gaze at you in dismay. “do you not love me anymore?” his face crinkled as he fake cried on your shoulder, quietly interlocking his fingers with yours. meanwhile, the silence that followed resulted in a stubborn felix to take the reins. his breath ghosted your neck as he landed a soft kiss, yet he didn’t separate. instead, suppressing his deep burst of laughter. “if i don’t let go, can you wipe it off?” he smiled cheekily, the movement tickling your skin. “ah! i can’t do it anymore you’re freaking me out.” you shivered, rolling your eyes at the satisfied bbokari lifting his brows. the smell of burning overtaking the situation. he shot you from his position. “the brownies! they’re gonna burnnn.” he sang with a panicked lilt, placing the nearly burnt batch on the counter. taking a testing bite, his eyes narrowed. “try one.” he handed you a brownie, carefully watching your expression. “they don’t taste burnt, pretty yummy if you ask me.” you licked your lips, felix leaning forwards to thumb a stray crumb from your face. “messy eater.” he taunted, resting his chin atop his hand. “be quiet.” your reaction stirring a soft giggle.

HYUNJIN, as usual, was working on a choreo. after a bit of time he took a break, sweat dappling his forehead as you handed him a water bottle to cool off. his small kiss of thanks was a response, to which you wiped it off easily—finding the opportunity to pull a little stunt. “huh?” he blinked up at you, lips still attached to the water bottle’s edge. “what was that for?” he gave you a no-nonsense look, genuinely confused as to why you wouldn’t accept his peck. “what?” you tilted your head innocently, acting as if nothing had happened. “you wiped off. my kiss.” he pouted, rising up to squish both of your cheeks in his hand, squinting accusingly. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you shrugged, his downright confused face almost making your facade crack. you could see the gears turning in his mind. he shook his head fervently, returned to practicing and a few minutes later sat on the floor. “jinnie?” you asked, quirking your brow at his behavior. “i lost motivation. my love has been rejected.” he dramatically sighed, now fully laying on his back. “now who ever said that?” you hunkered down to straddle him, leaning down to land a deep kiss. “woah woah woah woahhh..” he gaped, his brown eyes blown with amazement. “it was a prank jinnie.” — “then i’ll need repayment to get back my motivation.”

MINHO kissed back. he enjoyed being the one to receive rather than give, just to see how needy you’d become if you hadn’t been given attention in a bit. leaving the scenario as the perfect time to tease( a key lee know habit ). so if anything he’d be the one to wipe off your kisses. but today was your day for revenge, after all this pain and suffering due to minho’s cruel way of getting what he wanted, you were taking control. “min… can i get a kiss?” he glanced up from his phone to where you were typing on your desk. “now you’re asking, well how could i say no?“ maneuvering his head to softly kiss your lips, eyeing you as you used the back of your hand to discard his kiss. fueling a realization that it had never been this hard to maintain composure until this moment. “what is this?” he used his foot to swivel the chair back to where he sat on a spare stool. “acting like a brat? is this your way of getting back at me?” his stunning eyes read you like a book. every time. “i had an itch.” your excuse proving more pitiful than you’d anticipated in your head. “on your lips, then please, let me help you.” bewildered, you shrunk against the chair with a squeak—minho advancing into you at an alarming pace. pulling away with heavy breath. “not fair.” you huffed, minho looked too pleased with himself.

SEUNGMIN was far too innocent for this trend, his kind gestures and ever patient sincerity left no room for mean pranks. but nonetheless, the chance to test it lay bare and it looked pretty tempting. of course, you knew you’d fold unbelievably quick since seungmin was too adorable to resist. he’d just taken you on a date, and your last stopped was now checked off the list. the stop in question being an old family-run restaurant you both frequently visited in your early dating years. it held a special place on your heart. with full stomachs and dazed smiles, puppym’s kiss to your forehead reminded you of the horrible prank. it was even painful to reach up and wipe it off, and even more so painful to watch his reaction alter. he almost looked worried. “was there something on my lips?” he touched his bottom lip, you immediately folded—hand holding onto his wrist. being too guilty to confess, you leaned upon a harmless white lie. “i think it was some kimchi.” you sheepishly smiled, earning a wholesome beam from the literal puppy. guilt. it hit hard.

JEONGIN being similar to seungmin seemed too much of a sweetheart to pull into this situation, but you really wanted to see what he’d do next. so, you waited as he planted a kiss to your nose—sharing this tender moment whilst watching a newly released series on the couch to occupy empty time. however he wasn’t even effected. in fact, he helped you wipe your nose off. “the popcorn i made was pretty buttery, be sure to get it all off so you don’t get oils on your skin.” you couldn’t even respond, there was no room to respond. “i wouldn’t want my popcorn to ruin your face.” his eyes crinkled happily, holding your face in his hands. giving up, you melted into this act of sentiment. yes. how could you even think of doing this to your cupcake jeongin? wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him into a hug. “im such a bad person innie, im sorryyy~” you mumbled into his shirt, the boy unable to make out what you’d said. “what was that y/nie?” thank god he didn’t look further n to the topic. “nothing baby, this episodes really good by the way.” you nonchalantly chomped a piece of his popcorn. buttery indeed.

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 1 year

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where honesty is always the best policy. Except when it isn't?

Part One of the Twenty Second installment of the Skz!pack Prequel Series.

A/N: We're back, bitches. Buckle up.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, OT8, skz!pack, skz!abo, poly!skz, omegaverse, skz x you, skz x reader, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, lee felix, hwang hyunjin, han jisung, yang jeongin, kim seungmin, y/n, skz angst, skz fluff, skz drabble, skz imagines, skz reactions, skz scenarios, Skz!pack prequel, pack!prequel, prequel series

Genre: Angst, Light Fluff

Warning: Past Trauma, Fear of Thunderstorms

Title: Lie To Me; Part I

“So we can all agree that we’re struggling with this, yeah?” Chan asks, tapping his fingers along his glass in a sort of anxious motion, his expression serious.

You can see the weight on his shoulders from across the table.

Minho takes a sip of his own drink and replies back casually, “Not me. I’m fine.”

Changbin immediately scoffs and you snort, narrowing your gaze on the alpha leaning against the counter, your voice sharp as you retort, “You’re so full of shit. We all know you’re on edge. You and Changbin haven’t been at each other’s throats this much since we started dating.”

Minho shrugs, but doesn’t offer a defensive quip in return, and that tells you all you need to know.

He’s notorious for trying to act like shit doesn’t bother him, stubborn as a mule when it comes to keeping things ‘normal,’ but you know him too well by now, you all do.

He’s just as uneasy as the rest of you.

Changbin drums his fingers on the kitchen table, looking slightly annoyed. “It’s such bullshit that it’s even a thing in the first place.” He sighs, reaching up to run his hand once again through his already disheveled hair, and when he continues, his voice is softer. “But I can’t just keep ignoring him, you know? I’m going to go fucking crazy.”

You and Chan nod in agreement, in understanding, and you find Changbin’s fingers under the table, wrapping them in the safety of your own and giving him a squeeze.

“Trust me. Nobody gets it more, Binnie.”

Minho sets his empty glass in the sink and approaches the table, leaning his hip beside Chan as he moves his piercing gaze between the three of you, lips pulled into a thin, stern line, arms crossed over his chest.

“Moping about it isn’t going to do anything. We need to do something. Decisions have to be made.”

Changbin scoffs almost tiredly from beside you. “So what, we just, cut him off? Forbid him from being around?” He narrows a glare on Minho. “That’s gonna fucking hurt a lot of people we care about, Minho.”

Minho remains unyielding, holding the other alpha’s gaze. “If that’s what we have to do, at least until he presents, than yes.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Chan holds out his hands between the two, as if worried one of them is going to leap over the table and go at it right here in the kitchen.

With how on edge everyone currently is, they just might.

He blows out a long, controlled breath through his nose, and sits back in his chair, still eyeing the two of them warily before he says firmly, “That’s not what anyone’s suggesting, Bin, okay? We just need to figure some shit out.”

“Yeah.” You nod seriously, your fingers still gripping a little bit tighter than necessary around Changbin’s forearm, his skin warm and flushed beneath your hold. You glance between the two of them, softening slightly. “I know he’s become an important part of our lives, of the pack’s lives, and we’re not trying to sever that or undermine it in any way. Minho-” You glance up at the other alpha, his expression unreadable. “-you can try to deny it all you want, but we know you have a soft spot for the kid. You’re not as impenetrable as you lead everyone to believe.”

Minho’s chest rises and falls with a breath, and he looks away from your gaze.

Chan sighs heavily. “So what the fuck do we do?”

“Our alphas don’t like him around because he’s unpresented.” You muse, thinking hard, playing with the condensation on your empty glass as you go over options silently in your head. “Because of that factor, there’s no way to establish set pack order, too many uncertain variables, and alphas aren’t recognized for their love of the unknown.”

Chan nods thoughtfully, steepling his fingers in front of his chin. “Right. But everyone else is okay with things being up in the air for now.”

“So maybe.” Changbin cocks his head, eyes lighting up with an idea. “Instead of removing the kid from the equation until he presents, we remove ourselves.”

“It’s gonna fucking suck.” You admit, glancing between them all. “But it might have to be done.”

Minho scoffs beneath his breath, his fingers gripping the back of Chan’s chair until they turn white. “So what, we just make excuses every time the kid’s around?”

“Basically.” Changbin stands up, dropping his used glass into the sink next to Minho’s, before he leans against the counter and crosses his arms over his broad chest. “We avoid interactions that involve him until further notice.”

“Do we tell them?” Chan asks suddenly, eyes skimming over you all, looking for reactions. “The rest of the pack, I mean.”

Changbin shakes his head, and you immediately reply, “No. Because word will get back somehow, and that’ll just make him feel worse about the fact that he’s not presented. And I’m sure he gets enough shit from the freshman at the dorms over that already. I’m not gonna add to that.”

Chan nods in understanding, and Minho pops his jaw in open annoyance.

“Keeping secrets is gonna fuck us over in the end, you know.”

“You have a better idea?” Changbin challenges, as they glare each other down, and the tension in the room rises noticeably once more.

“Please, try me right now, meathead, I dare you.”

Chan sighs tiredly, and you stand from the table, glaring back and forth between the two tense alphas.

Wisteria blooms warningly in the small kitchen.

“Fucking knock it off, will you? This situation sucks enough already as it is. We don’t need the two of you coming to blows in the middle of the kitchen like two grade school kids who can’t control their temper tantrums.”

Changbin drops his gaze, but Minho remains rigid beside you.

You turn to him.

“Min.” You lower your voice, your words firm. “It won’t be forever. And none of us are thrilled about this, but we’ve gotta think of the pack.”

He flicks his dark eyes to you, but says nothing.

A calming wave of petrichor replaces your scent in the air around you, and Chan’s fingers find Minho’s on the back of his chair as he says quietly, “C’mon, Min. It’s not us against you here. We’re on your side. Drop the hackles please?”

Minho’s shoulders relax a margin of an inch, and his chest heaves with a deep breath, but he doesn’t look like he immediately wants to murder Changbin anymore, so you guess that’s as good as an answer for now.

Footsteps sound, and Hyunjin appears in the doorway, features disgruntled, and lemony scent unusually bitter, as he quickly surveys the four of you and then pushes past to the fridge without another glance.

“I wasn’t aware there was a meeting of the big bad wolves scheduled for this morning in the middle of my fucking kitchen.”

Changbin cuts his gaze to the clearly annoyed omega sharply, watching with narrowed eyes as Hyunjin violently pours himself a glass of orange juice, slamming the fridge door shut for emphasis.

“Who pissed in your cheerios?”

Hyunjin levels the alpha with a glare, so unlike his usual self, and shakes his head, already headed for the door.

“Forget it. I have a headache. Don’t let me interrupt.”

He disappears without another word, and Changbin glances to the three of you in open disbelief.

You shrug, just as lost as he is. “Hangover?”

Changbin clenches his jaw, a muscle ticking beneath the tan, stretched skin.

At the table, Chan sighs deeply.

“Okay, so we might have to avoid two people for the time being.”

*******

Hyunjin hasn’t said a word to you since your lab started twenty minutes ago.

He took his seat in silence, he pulled out his supplies in silence, and now he’s taking notes-in silence.

You give him another sidelong glance-probably the fiftieth in five minutes-and he sighs, voice irritated, but pen still writing, as he snaps out without looking up, “Stop staring at me.”

You clear your throat and try to focus on your own paper.

But when, in five minutes, your pen stalls in scratching out notes, and you find yourself back to staring at his side profile, lingering for a little longer than necessary, you know it’s no use.

Hyunjin’s body tenses, his fingers whitening around his pen, as if he can feel your eyes on him once again, but before he can say anything a second time, you blurt out, “Are you okay?”

His pen trails to a stop.

And then he says, “No.”

And goes back to jotting down notes.

You fiddle with your own pen for a minute, warring over whether you should push him on this, the scent of lemons bitter in your nose, and then finally you ask, softer this time, “What’s wrong, Hyunjin?”

His pen comes to another halt, and he lets out an annoyed huff of air from his nose, turning to face you as he arches a brow, anger flickering across his dark eyes.

“You mean, besides the impromptu meeting of the Big Bad Wolf Brigade in my kitchen this morning?”

You hold his gaze, not backing down in the face of his obvious agitation, and he sighs again, reaching up to rake a hand through his hair, tugging at the roots slightly, before he fires back with, “I don’t know, okay? I just feel-” He shrugs helplessly, throwing his pen down on the half finished page of notes in disgust. “-off.”

You study him for another long moment, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths, and then ask again, “Are you sick?”

Hyunjin shakes his head jerkily. “No. I just-” He rubs at his temples with long fingers. “-don’t feel like myself.”

“Okay.” You nod once, picking up your own pen once more and turning back to your notes, feeling slightly better now that he’s answered you. You scratch out another sentence before you glance sidelong at him. “Well, let me know if I can help, yeah?”

Hyunjin stares down at the table, making no move to pick back up his own writing utensil, as the silence stretches between the two of you.

Finally, he heaves another sigh and reaches for the discarded pen.

He doesn’t look at you as he says defeatedly, “Movie night.”

You hum beneath your breath, not looking up from your notebook, but your wolf chuffs in approval at the omega’s concession, before you repeat back in confirmation with a nod, “Movie night.”

*******

“You are literally so fucking pretty.”

Hyunjin scoffs at your words, but you don’t miss the slightly pink hue to his cheeks as he glances up at you where you play with his hair from his spot in the omega dorm’s large, communal tub.

“Shut up.”

“No, seriously.” You protest, letting the long, soft strands of his hair sift through your fingers, admiring the way the dark color shines in the soft light.

“I know I’m pretty.” Hyunjin remarks flippantly, eyes blinking up at you innocently. He gives you a lopsided smirk. “How else do you think I bagged all you dumb alphas?”

You lean down and flick some of the warm, scented bath water up into his face in retaliation and he splutters dramatically in response.

“You’re right, because it’s definitely not your personality.”

The omega glares at you halfheartedly, and you laugh, leaning over him to reach for the shampoo you had brought with you, pouring a dime sized portion of the sweet smelling soap into the palm of your hand.

You begin to work the shampoo through Hyunjin’s hair, working it into a lather, your fingers scratching along his scalp, and he relaxes back into the touch, even though he’s still clearly pouting, arms folded across his chest.

You lean over to catch his gaze, and he sticks his tongue out at you.

“You have a great ass though.” You offer as a sort of olive branch, and Hyunjin rolls his eyes, but you see some of the dramatic offense from earlier fade from his expression at your words.

“I know that. Obviously.”

You hide a smile and go back to shampooing his hair.

There is silence for several long minutes, your fingers working through Hyunjin’s hair over and over, as the omega grows more and more relaxed beneath your touch, sinking into the cooling water of the bath, and then finally, he says, “I’m sorry. About earlier.”

“It’s fine.” You reply back easily, because it is, and then hum under your breath as you take your hands from his head, gesturing for him to hand you the cup resting on the side of the tub, “Time to rinse.”

Hyunjin leans his head back, closing his eyes, and you rinse his freshly shampooed hair clean of all the suds, watching as the water turns clear, before you set the cup back in its spot.

It takes him another moment to open his eyes, his head still leaned back on the lip of the tub in front of you, staring up at you from his reclined position with an unreadable look on his face.

It’s your turn to stick your tongue out as you ask, “What?”

He furrows his brow and shakes his head, sitting up again as he leans forward in the perfumed bath water.

“Nothing, okay? I’m just being weird. Forget it.”

You shift around the edge of the tub so you can meet his gaze again, expression going firm as you flick more water in his direction. “Nuh uh. That’s not gonna fly. Spill.”

Hyunjin sighs-heavy and dramatic-and rolls his eyes heavenward, before he says with clear, awkward resignation, “I guess I’m kind of in love with you or whatever.” You giggle, and Hyunjin slides his gaze to you, lips pulled into a clear pout, eyes wide and dark.

“What the fuck, noona? Is this how you responded to Changbin spilling his guts too?”

“Nah.” You shake your head, still laughing, warm head to toe, as you lean forward and pull the plug on the now lukewarm bath water. “But I kinda said it first in that situation, so.”

Hyunjin is still staring at you, wet hair plastered to his shoulders, and you decide to have mercy on him, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips before you stand to retrieve the towel.

You give him a smile over your shoulder.

“Baby, I’ve been in love with you since the moment you sat down beside me and introduced yourself during our first lab freshman year. And that’s never gonna change.” You fling the towel at him, holding out your hand to pull him up. “Now come on, let’s go watch a movie.”

***************

Hyunjin is still grumbling-but dry and fully clothed-when you make it back to his apartment.

“Fuck, I have a headache.” He complains, slumping down on the pile of blankets creating a makeshift nest on the couch.

You stare at him for a moment, your wolf whining that something is off, but shaking your head, you give him an easy smile and head for his bathroom, calling over your shoulder, “I’ll get you some painkillers. Queue up the movie.”

You’re digging through Hyunjin’s messy bathroom cabinets when you hear a knock at the door, some shuffling, and then the low tones of Hyunjin’s voice talking to someone.

You’re sure it’s just one of the pack Hyunjin probably forgot to tell you he invited over to join in on movie night.

You perk your ears in interest, though you haven’t caught a scent yet, and head back to the living room, pain killers held triumphantly aloft in hand.

“I found the-”

Everything inside of you freezes, your words dying off, as you catch sight of a head of shockingly red hair peeking over the top of Hyunjin’s couch.

Jeongin.

“Oh, hey, noona!” Jeongin turns at your entrance, face split with a smile, eyes screwed tight, and it takes everything in you to not turn and run.

Because while the wolf part of you is growling in unsure warning-antsy and nervous-the human part of you is very much begging for you to close the distance and take the red headed boy in your arms, pressing your nose to his hair and cuddling his warmth.

It’s a war you’re not entirely sure can be won.

“Oh. Hey.” You stutter out, carefully skirting around the couch where Jeongin currently sits, your eyes never leaving his face.

You shove the painkillers into Hyunjin’s hand without really looking, and he pauses in picking a movie, looking at you sharply, and you’re sure he can smell the way your scent has suddenly gone haywire.

“What-” The omega starts to ask, but before he can, you stumble over yourself, suddenly desperate to get out of there.

“I didn’t know you were coming, Innie.” You force a smile that you don’t feel, the words from this morning ringing loudly in your head, your blood whooshing in your ears.

We remove ourselves.

Hyunjin is staring at you like he knows something is wrong, but can’t quite figure out what.

“Yeah, I invited him.” He finally says, and Jeongin’s smile has disappeared off his face. “Is that okay?”

“Sure, sure.” You wave your hand, not looking at either of them, shoving your feet into your shoes with clumsy, numb fingers.

Your wolf is snarling now, teeth bared, warning you not to leave your omega alone with an unpresented outsider.

Your scent is sickly thick in your own nose as you make a dive for your keys and fumble with the doorknob.

“I just forgot, I have something tonight. I’ll see you guys later, okay? Another movie night. Rain check. Have fun though.”

Hyunjin’s lips have pursed into a thin line, and Jeongin looks openly hurt-large eyes wide and dark-but you force yourself to ignore them both, and not waiting for a reply, hurry out the door.

You breathe easier-out of the apartment, away from the two boys-and as you take the steps two at a time down to the lobby and shove open the doors of the omega dorm, you take in a deep, gasping inhale, slowly letting it out as you head off down the sidewalk, away from the building.

Your heart slows in your ears as you walk aimlessly, no real destination in mind, and your breathing grows less ragged, but your wolf is still irritatingly antsy.

The look on Jeongin’s face-

You shake your head violently, pushing that thought from your mind, and urge yourself into a sprint, taking the sidewalk that leads down to the quad and the woods without really thinking about it.

It’s nice, to get your blood pumping and the wind in your ears, your feet slapping the pavement in an easy rhythm, and by the time you reach the edge of the forest that borders campus, you’re breathing hard again, but from exertion this time.

Bending over, resting your hands on your knees to catch your breath, you feel your phone chime in your pocket.

You bite your lip, toying with the idea of not looking at it all, but finally pull it from your back pocket and glance at the lit up lock screen.

Hyunjin.

You blow out the breath you’ve been holding-long and slow through your nose-and without reading the text, stuff your phone back once more into the safety of your pocket.

You’ll apologize and explain later.

Right now, you just need to clear your head.

You start jogging again, dodging trees and low hanging branches, and fall into a nice rhythm.

It doesn’t matter where you’re going right now-the cool, dark air of the woods feels good against your heated skin, and the slight fog that always clings to the ground here, regardless of weather or time of day, slithers around your shoes like an old friend welcoming you home.

You’ve maybe been running for fifteen minutes when the first drop of rain hits your face, sliding down the bridge of your nose and dripping off your chin.

You slide to a stop, glancing up at the sky through narrowed eyes, and the dark gathering of puffy clouds above your head signals more rain is about to hit any second.

Dammit.

You heave a sigh, and turn back the way you came.

The slight misting of rain turns to a torrential downpour before you even reach the edge of the trees, and when a sharp crack of bright lightning lights up the sky above you, the thunder roaring behind dangerously close overhead, you dive beneath the safety of a nearby river bank without even thinking.

Your heart is pounding once more in your ears, and you swallow hard, mouth and throat suddenly very dry.

Your blood roars, pounding in your head into the start of a headache, and you squeeze your eyes shut as another flash of lightning turns the trees around you into twisted, distorted shapes in the quickly dwindling light.

You fist your hands into the pocket of your hoodie and count to ten in your head, lips trembling and teeth chattering as another round of thunder shakes the ground beneath you.

You know the signs. You’re dangerously close to a panic attack.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You swear in a constant, vehement stream beneath your breath, tucking your dirty sneakers beneath you as you curl your legs protectively to your chest.

Resting your forehead on your knees, you try to take deep, slow breaths, and force yourself to picture Chan, the scent of petrichor filling your nostrils coming from the alpha you love and feel safe with, but his influence can only do so much against the onslaught of the storm roaring around you.

It’s one thing to feel comfortable around another alpha’s scent, it’s another thing entirely to forget everything in your life that has happened in the rain.

Another clap of thunder, and you’re huddling into yourself, slapping your hands frantically over your ears.

The wetness on your cheeks is tears, not rain.

Just like before.

‘You don’t have to go!’ Your fingers are grabbing the hem of his coat, and though he doesn’t look at you, he stops, which gives you hope.

‘I do.’

‘No!’ You cry out, and your ten year old voice is high and shrill, a loud boom of thunder drowning out your wails. ‘Please don’t go. Don’t go.’

Your cries turn into whimpers, and he still doesn’t turn.

Instead, he shakes his coat free from your fingers and opens the car door.

‘Please.’ You sob, and he shakes his head, before disappearing into the car.

Your mother pulls you back-drenched and shaking and crying-into the safety of the house, and he drives out of sight.

Your fingers find your phone in your pocket somehow, and you manage to unlock it, squinting against the bright screen, your hands shaking so badly that you’re not even sure you can type, let alone find your contacts.

You’re soaked through, even hiding under the minimal cover of the embankment, and you’re shivering so hard your teeth feel like they’re going to chatter right out of your head.

You curse yourself for not checking the weather before your little spontaneous run.

The rain dripping from overhead makes your phone screen slick, and you swear in frustration as after several fruitless attempts to type, it slips from your fingers, sinking into the mud at your feet.

“Fuck!” You scream back at the whipping wind, and pouring rain, and bright flashes of lightning and terrifying thunder.

Your fingers curl into fists at your side, and you can’t hold back the sob that wrenches free from your throat.

No one knew where you went after you left Hyunjin’s. You hadn’t even bothered to answer his text.

You were alone, and you’d just have to wait out the storm.

You shove yourself as far back against the embankment as you can, huddled into the fetal position, and screw your eyes shut, trying to think of something, anything, other than the sounds of the storm swirling around you, the feel of your heart pounding wildly within the walls of your chest.

“Breathe.” You tell yourself, but your voice wobbles, and your words tremble, and you’re crying again.

Crying, crying, crying.

‘Why are you crying?’ He asks with such cold haughtiness that you stop for a moment and stare at him, mouth agape.

‘Why am I crying?’ You repeat back in disbelief, and you force some of the wobble from your voice as you straighten, glaring him down. ‘Why the fuck would I not be crying? I love you!’

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, and the water dripping from the dark strands of his hair trace their way across his high cheekbones, the expensive, crisp lines of his suit.

‘It never would have worked anyway.’ He stares at you, sharp, angry, and it’s a far cry from the soft, affectionate man you thought you knew. He takes a menacing step toward you, and you take one back. “Alphas don’t belong with other alphas, (Y/N). You fucking know that. Regardless of whatever shit your radical equality college courses are brainwashing you into thinking.”

You open your mouth to respond, but he’s holding up a hand, silencing you as easily as if he’d just slapped you.

Lightning crackles over head, illuminating the hard expression on his face, the hurt on your own.

‘My parents have found me a suitable match-an accomplished omega from a good family. I’m sorry, (Y/N).’ He’s not. You know he’s not.

So you stand in the rain, and you watch him get into his fancy car and drive away, leaving you behind.

You’re not sure how long you’re crouched there, hidden in on yourself beneath the fake safety the embankment at your back affords, but it feels like years have passed when you feel someone shake you, and your name sounds from far away, like someone is calling out from underwater.

“(Y/N)!”

You force yourself to open your eyes, and the face swimming before you slowly comes into view.

The downturned lips, the worried expression in the dark, serious eyes, the panicked, furrowed posture of the brow.

Chan shakes you again, not as violently this time, and his mouth forms words, but it takes a moment for your brain to catch up and decipher them.

“-going to get you warm. Can you walk?”

Every inch of your body feels like it’s been soaked in cold, wet concrete-your limbs numb, your lips trembling-and so you shake your head tiredly, slowly.

Everything feels too heavy.

Chan glances over at someone, and it’s then that you notice he’s not alone, Minho and Changbin crouched at either shoulder, their expressions of open worry mirroring his own.

“What were you fucking thinking?” Changbin leans around Chan to frantically rub at your upper arms, trying to spark some warmth back in your skin as you continue to shiver, wet clothing weighing down your useless limbs.

You want to shrug, want to tease and tell him ‘oh, you know, just thought I’d go running in a rain storm and catch hypothermia and maybe die, and oh! I saw Jeongin today. Probably ruined that relationship indefinitely.’ but instead, you can barely shake your head in response, lips moving weakly, but no sound coming out.

Fuck, you’re cold.

“We need to go.” Minho tells Chan and Changbin seriously, and they nod in response, Chan carefully pulling you out from under the embankment and settling you into his arms, Changbin throwing his jacket over you as he stands, tucking it around your violently shaking body.

Minho keeps pace beside Chan as he carries you through the forest, and he reaches out to brush a hand down your cheek, his skin pleasantly warm, so much so that you whine and seek after it even when he pulls back with a tight smile.

“Blue’s not your color, sweetheart. We need to take care of that.”

You snuggle into the warmth of Chan’s chest, like a moth chasing a flame, and you note offhandedly, fuzzily from somewhere far away, that the rain has stopped, dripping slowly and rhythmically from the trees overhead.

Changbin jogs ahead, and you realize, at the sound of an engine turning over, that they’ve brought Chan’s car.

Your mind immediately goes to the delicious thought of the heater, your skin prickling painfully at the idea.

Everything is slowly coming back to life.

You’re no longer numb, but maybe you’d prefer that, because now, now everything just fucking hurts.

Minho and Chan sandwich you between their warmth in the backseat, and Changbin drives like his ass is on fire straight back to the alpha dorms.

You don’t even protest when they carry you up the stairs and into your apartment, Changbin rustling through your closet to find any and all blankets you own, piling them on top of your still shaking body, one after the other.

“Fuck, baby girl.” He mutters, crouching down in front of you where you lay on the couch, teeth still chattering loudly. He tugs a blanket up and tucks it beneath your chin, concern etched across his face. “You’re still fucking freezing.”

“It’s probably the shock.” Chan replies worriedly, pacing behind Changbin, his lower lip pulled between his teeth.

If you weren’t currently unsure of whether or not you could speak, you would have congratulated him on his astute, and very scientific, correct conclusion.

Minho stares at you, hands on his hips, and then he whips into action.

“Go turn on the shower. Make it as hot as you think she can stand.” He motions to Chan, and the other alpha disappears down the hallway without another word. “Changbin.” He glances at the alpha crouched beside you, feeling your forehead with his large, warm palm. “Help me get her undressed.”

In any other situation, Changbin probably would have made a suggestive joke about Minho’s choice of words, but now, he just silently helps you sit up, propped up against his chest, as Minho removes all the blankets and begins taking off your clothes slowly, starting with your muddy, wet sneakers.

By the time he’s laid you bare, there is a drenched, heavy pile of dark clothing sitting on the living room floor, and your shuddering has resumed violently, goosebumps pricking over every inch of your exposed skin.

Changbin rubs his warm palms up and down the skin of your arms as your teeth chatter, and Minho grunts, standing up and motioning with his head to Chan, who’s reappeared in the mouth of the hallway.

“Let’s go.”

Changbin picks you up easily without another word from Minho, and even in your partially out of it state, you pick up on the way their scents sour with worry, sharp and acrid on every inhale.

You don’t like it, and you try to say as much, but only a whimper comes out, and Changbin ups his pace to the bathroom.

The air inside the little room is pleasantly humid and warm thanks to the already running shower, and you start to feel your muscles prickle to life painfully once more as the blood starts to return to them in response to the change in temperature.

It’s still not enough though, and your jaw is starting to ache from all the shivering.

Changbin carefully deposits you in the shower, and you hold onto the wall desperately as the support of his arms leaves, willing your legs to keep you standing, your entire body still quivering, even under the unending stream of the hot water from overhead.

Changbin leans inside the shower once more, Chan and Minho watching you warily from over his shoulder, and places his palm on your bare skin.

His hand is warm, and you desperately seek after the contact as he pulls back and swears under his breath.

“Fuck.” He glances at the other two alphas, and the bitter scent of smoke burns your lungs, making your throat even drier than before. “It’s not enough. She’s still chilled.”

Without a word, Chan shucks off his sweatshirt and drops it to the bathroom floor, pushing past Changbin to step into the shower, pulling you into the warmth of his bare chest, the water instantly drenching the sweatpants he still wears without a thought.

You want to tease him, tell him you’d never thought of showering with your clothes on before, but the warm, persistent heat of his body against your own, slowly thawing your bones, is enough to keep you silent, snuggling in more against him instead.

You glance up at him, the water dripping from his curls and down his nose, as he motions to the other two alphas with a jerk of his chin.

“Get in. C’mon. The more body heat, the better.”

Changbin and Minho take off their own sweaters, leaving them bare chested, and squeeze into the shower beside the two of you.

It’s a tiny shower, and it’s not made for four bodies, but they make it work, squishing you between them, their arms linked in a close circle around you, and slowly but surely, the combination of all of their alpha body heat-higher temperature than betas or omegas-starts to warm you from the inside out.

Changbin smooths a hand over your wet hair, and his face grows slightly less pinched as he nods over your head to Minho and Chan.

“She’s getting warmer.”

Your brain is mush, warmed between your three alpha mates, and the smell of their combined scents-slowly returning to normal now that they know you’re not dying-is like a balm, washing over you and making your eyes instantly heavy.

You sigh and let yourself sag in Chan’s hold, content they’ll hold you up.

“I didn’t do it on purpose y’know.” You finally say, words slurred and heavy with exhaustion, and you feel them all heave a collective sigh of relief at your first coherent words since they found you.

“What, trying to get yourself killed and fuck us over with worry?” Minho chuckles with no humor and his words are sharp and dry, but his tender, affectionate fingers on your hip soften the searing tone to his response.

You nod against Chan’s chest, and his arms tighten around you in response.

“Yeah, I-” You swallow, desperately needing a drink now that your body is going back to normal, and avoid their gazes, glancing down to study the way Changbin’s rough knuckles look covering Chan’s hand splayed protectively across your bare stomach.

Honesty is the best policy right?

“-didn’t know it was supposed to storm.” You finish lamely, because fuck honesty right now, you don’t think you can handle thinking about the betrayal on Jeongin’s face, the disappointment on Hyunjin’s.

“I’m sorry.” Chan murmurs beneath his breath, pressing a soft kiss to your upturned forehead.

You glance at him in surprise, slowly regaining cognitive abilities.

“Why are you sorry?”

“We should have looked for you sooner.” He replies tightly, eye’s dark and lips pinched. He shakes his head slightly. “Hyunjin said he was worried about you when you left his place, but we just thought you’d gone for a run, needed some time, and then it started to rain-”

You shrug, and try to make your tone light. “It’s not your fault I’m terrified of thunderstorms.”

“Yeah, but it is our job to look out for you.” Changbin says resolutely, placing a finger beneath your chin and making you look up at him.

His expression softens slightly as he stares down at you, and suddenly, you feel a lot more warm than before.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper out, because suddenly, you don’t know what else to say.

Minho shifts behind you, leaning his cheek onto your drenched hair, and you feel his sigh against your back, his breath brushing across your cheek.

“Why are you apologizing, sweetheart?”

You glance down at your hands covering theirs, resting around your waist, and you experimentally flex your fingers, the blood flow restored.

Physically, you feel loads better already, emotionally, not so much.

You bite your bottom lip and focus on the way the water swirls around your feet.

“Because I make it really hard to look out for me sometimes.”

Their responding silence speaks eons more than their words ever could.

Outside, the rain continues to pound against the window panes, and the crack of thunder can be heard even over the sound of the running shower.

'It never would have worked anyway. Alphas don't belong with other alphas, (Y/N).'

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Skz and their most common nicknames in fics (+ reasons why I die for it)

Bang Christopher Chan: Babygirl. Alright I mean first of all he's our daddy because we are his babygirls. Second of all, I die for this because of HIS ACCENT. Whenever he says babygirl in that thick Aussie accent and does that stupidly adorable smile, my heart and melts and I go into this state of lovesickness and delusion but HEY it's not entirely my fault (Looking at you Mr Christopher)

Lee Minho: Kitten. Dude if you do not agree that Minho will call his s/o kitten, you are so wrong. It's the most cannon event thing out of all cannon events that Minho uses the name kitten, and I eat this up so much. This man's entire existence is basically cats. (I would know cause I'm his wife) Kitten is just so... romantically sensual. Like it's sexy and can be used in a very hot scene, but it's also so romantic, like Minho has a personalized nickname for you and it's just so skdjvdhehdbdbb sorry my brain is short circuiting rn.

Seo Changbin: Bunny. He's your Binnie, you're his bunny. Especially if you have bunny teeth, or just a bunny like personality, this is such a sweet nickname. Like imagine him just running up to you with a new song he made and saying 'bunny bunny! Look I made this for you!' or if you're in the gym he'd be like 'bunny do you want to do the weights now?' OSJDBSHSGSVSGH MY HEART CANT HANDLE THIS.

Hwang Hyunjin: Muse or flower. Another cannon event. Like babe I genuinely believe this man is someone who would be so whipped for his partner and dedicate his paintings to show his love towards them whenever he can't express them in words. As a painter myself, I am inspired by people around me a lot, so I feel like Hyunjin would also do that. Like if he proposed to you, he would paint a picture of your favourite flower and a ring and underneath the painting, it would be written 'A flower for my flower. Marry me, my muse?' I'm going into a Hyunjin limbo..... And I don't want to get out.

Han Jisung: literally anything cheesy as fuck. He would call you shit like 'my pookie wookie bear' and then look at you with those wide quokka eyes and you would just melt, but also internally cringe because of the nickname. Usually he would just call you 'babe' or 'jagiya' but sometimes his brain just tells him to give you a random burst of affection and then he does shit like this and then you're like how can you not love him? The boys found your contact in his phone one day and they still won't stop teasing you about it.

Lee Felix Yongbok: Sunshine or Cupcake. Yet another cannon event. Like how can you not look at this man and say he's not the embodiment of sunshine? You could take out the Sun from the solar system and replace him with it and I guarantee you, the world won't change one bit. He'd be your sunshine and you'd be his. Lighting up each other's life. He'd also call you his cupcake and when you'd ask him why he does that, he'd pull out a 3000 page document and one han Jisung to perform a song as to why he calls you what he does.

Kim Seungmin: Pup. Of course it's because of his puppy like personality and PuppyM! He would just stick to calling you 'babe' at the beginning of the relationship to keep up his tsundere reputation, but as he falls more in love with you, he'd call you 'pup' to remind you of how much joy you bring into his life. It physically hurts my tiny heart whenever I imagine a domestic relationship with him, when you are cooking and he just goes 'pup what are you making? It smells good.' (gonna go I need to sob in the corner now)

Yang Jeongin: honey. Alright listen LISTEN. That one clip of him saying 'honey mmmWAH' and blowing a kiss towards Stay before dancing with Minho, is just giving me massive brainrot. Honey is just such an old fashioned name and while he is the youngest of the group, his entire vibe sometimes just gives me vintage vibes. He would call you honey because you'd be the thing that brightens his day every day just like how honey sweetens his coffee. It's just so sweet and short and everytime he would go off to work in the morning, he'd give you a quick kiss and say 'bye honey' nope I can't do this my heart is too tiny.

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Fanfic Clichés with NCT Dream

Pt 1: Mark, Renjun, Jeno

Pt 1 of Little one-shots of fanfic cliches with NCT Dream for valentines <3 sorry they are such wildly different lengths... I don't know what happened when I was writing Marks .... genre: fluff, tropes, cliches

Only One Bed - Mark Lee, 1k

When you and Mark agreed to do your friend a favour and help him move across the country, he’d offered to put you both up in a hotel for a night. It was a sweet gesture, one you hadn’t expected from the slightly bumbling, but definitely well-meaning, younger boy. So, after a long day of hauling boxes into a van, driving in shifts, and hauling boxes up several flights of stairs into the new apartment, you and you both thanked him for the kindness, grateful to not be sleeping on the floor as Jisung would be. Mark offered to drive the last journey of the day to the hotel, lazy silence marking the occasion as you tapped your fingers on the glass of the passenger side, attempting to trace the blur of bright red tail lights and blinking indicators.

“I’m gonna miss him not living next door,” you sighed, lights disappearing as you pull into the car park.

“I know. It’s like our kids are all growing up,” Mark chuckled back, pulling up the handbrake and shaking his head wistfully. Our kids. You mused the phrase. Sharing anything with Mark was a dream, the boy who would always give and never take. Always ready to reduce his half to a quarter, if it made someone else happy. Sharing responsibility for Jisung’s move was even more of a dream. Partially because you’d never thought he’d actually move away

The receptionist presented the first problem.

“The booking is only one room, I’m afraid. We’re all booked up in any case.” Her tired voice gave you no sympathy, handing Mark the keycard and looking at you expectantly, urging you to leave.

“That’s fine, right?” You squeaked, Mark’s warm hand placed on your elbow, drawing you to the elevator, eliciting a pitch you didn’t know was possible.

“If you’re cool with it,” Mark replied, giving you a sympathetic look. He cracked his neck, sighing out at the satisfactory pop. It had been a long day, and there was nothing that seemed better than falling into the confines of a

The room gleefully presented the second problem.

“I can go to the reception and see if we can change rooms?” Mark immediately offered.

“They said they were booked up,” you sighed.

“I can sleep on the floor?”

“No way, you’ve been hauling boxes all day, and you need a good nights sleep to drive back tomorrow.”

Mark’s round eyes shifted, his head turning, meeting your gaze in synchronicity. “So…” he trailed off, two pairs of eyes now trained on the single bed in front of you.

“We can share a bed, we’ve been friends for ages, it’s chill,” you shrug. A cool demeanour hiding a blazing heart, and blushing cheeks as you turn to slip off your shoes, listening to the sound of Mark slipping off his jacket and laying it in the chair on the other side of the room.

The confines of the night presented the third, and final problem.

Sleep wasn’t easy to come by, no matter how much your mind dulled and muscles ached. Something nagged at the back of your mind, a thread ready to be pulled and unravel the blanket covering your psyche. It was mostly Mark you felt sorry for, clearly being startled awake every time you tossed in bed, unable to rest.

“You okay?” He finally spoke, voice gravelly, tired. “I can sleep on the floor, really.”

“No, no, it’s not that.” Chewing your lip, the worry that plagued you was starting to feel tangible. Mark turned over, facing you in the bed. There was still as much space as possible between you, a distance of awkwardness, a line that wasn’t so easily crossed.

“What’s up?”

“I think I’m worried about Jisung,” you breathe out shakily. “It’s stupid I know, he’s grown and all, but… like you said, he’s our kid, I’ve known him forever and now he’s on the other side of the country, living alone.” It’s enough to let tears prick in your eyes, knowing how much you’ll miss your friend, how much you’ll worry about him. And something more, something else.

Mark chuckled lightly, one hand coming up to your face to wipe away the tear slipping down your cheek. “It’s not stupid, god, I’m worried about him too.” A wistful smile spreads across his face, the bright city lights slipping through the curtain just barely illuminating his expression. He sighs. “And I’m gonna miss him too. Now that it’s just us left in town, everyone going their separate ways, it’s… It’s almost too quiet.”

A small sob comes out your mouth, an embarrassingly forward display of emotion provoked by a long day, and even longer year at the thought of going back to a town devoid of yet another familiar face.

“C’mere,” Mark mumbles, arms firmly wrapping you up and pulling you into his chest. Gentle humming and a hand stroking the back of your head calms you down.

“Mark?”

“Yes?”

“Are you going to move away too?” You look up at him, the concern on his face flashing a silent warning across your mind. “I mean, if you want to it’s completely up to you. But you’re just… You’re like my rock, and you have been for so long. I didn’t know what I’d do without everyone, but you’ve always kept me sane. So, I don’t know, just tell me if you plan on moving away, maybe,” you sniff.

“I’m not moving away unless I’m bringing you with me.”

“Really?”

“Really. I could never leave you behind.”

He plants a gentle kiss on the top of your head, drawing you in even closer. Tomorrow, the burning questions of what you mean to him, and what he means to you, will matter. Tomorrow you can worry about untangling your legs, unlacing your fingers, and unclasping your stowed-away feelings. But tonight, you enjoy sharing the bed with Mark, wrapped in his secure embrace.

Cuddling for Warmth - Renjun, 0.6k

A snowstorm in February might not seem unexpected, but somehow it caught you and Renjun by surprise. It was a sudden flurry of freezing air that swept across the roads, barraging the sides of cars and stalling engines, piles of snow already forming on the ground between the cars. In the middle of several lanes of traffic, fully ground to a halt, was definitely not the best place to be.

“These cars aren’t going anywhere, are they?” You murmur, squinting as you try and make out how far ahead the traffic goes.

“Nope,” Renjun shakes his head, popping the ‘p’. “We’re stuck out here.”

“Shit.”

The first two hours were bearable. Turning the engine on for five minutes every half an hour to keep the blood from freezing in your fingertips, idly chatting about anything and everything, catching up on the gossip you might have missed. It was fine – not ideal – but fine. And if there was anyone to be stuck in a car stalled on the highway in a blizzard with, it would be Renjun. He muses, pondering the greying skies and white snow reflecting the moon, poetic melancholy in the driver's seat of a dingy rental.

The third and fourth hours are more difficult. To keep the car battery safe, you forgo turning the engine on and instead dig out the blankets in the boot of the car. You’ve resigned yourselves to chucking peanuts into each other's mouths, as both amusement, and a way to prolong the only food you have with you.

The fifth and sixth hours are hell. Hell if it froze over, at least. The conversation slows to the same pace as the traffic, and your shivering bodies are too cold to give in to the tiredness tugging at your consciousness.

“This is insane, what’s happening?” Renjun groans. The snow has piled up on the windscreen, blocking any view of what’s going on. You’d both given up on opening the door to wipe off the snow and take a peak at the equally annoyed traffic,

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this cold,” you finally say, rubbing your hands together in a fruitless effort to warm them up.

“Do you want my blanket?” Renjun offers, shooting you a concerned look.

A moment of silence fills the frigid air before you have the bravery to say your next thought.

“Can you hug me?”

“What?” Renjun takes a moment to realise what you’re suggesting, a gentle smile replacing the confusion of furrowed brows in an instant. “Oh, yeah, of course. Good idea.” You shuffle back slightly, giving him the space to awkwardly hop over the gears and into the passenger seat with you. It’s complicated, clumsy, and humorous, the two of you unable to suppress the giggles and ‘ouches’ when you knock shins and bump elbows.

Finally, he reaches to the side of the chair and reclines it, pulling you over his chest so you’re no longer pressed up against the door.

“It’s colder next to the door,” he murmurs, protectively pulling the blankets over your shoulders, making sure you are tucked in close to him. It’s marginally warmer with your shared body heat, and infinitely more comforting being held by Renjun.

It makes the next hours much easier. With shared breaths and gently heaving chests, you both slip into the confines of sleep. Somewhere along the way, your hands had found their way into his, holding him softly as the wind howls outside, and somehow, you can’t help but wonder if these grey clouds may have a silver lining after all.

Spin the Bottle - Jeno 0.4k

Stupid, drunk party games were not usually this exciting. Funny – yes. Exciting? That was new.

But, sitting across from a handsome boy with sculpted features, with a strong hand holding a beer bottle, every swig showing off his sharp jawline, his laughter filling the air with sweet density every time he opened his mouth, all you could do was let the eager hope bubble away in your chest.

“Jeno, your turn!” An excited voice on the other side of the circle speaks, someone punching the handsome boys arm.

Jeno, you capture his name in your mind along, with a snapshot of the crescent moon smile that enamours your heart.

With a strong flick of the bottle, it’s spinning, round and round, your eyes following the bottleneck as it makes a circle. Another circle, you hold your breath, watching with blurring vision as it starts to slow down, until finally, it stops.

Your gaze rises, from the sticky floor where the open bottle pointing directly at you lies, to the curious eyes watching with anticipation.

“Oh?” He asks, cocking his head to the side. “I don’t think we’ve met properly,” he extends a hand out to shake yours, an unexpectedly tame gesture for a man you’re supposed to be making out with according to the party-dictated rules.

“Hi,” you take his hand, which is firm and comforting, slightly calloused but not too tight, giving him your name and watching as his eyes twinkle with a mischievous grin.

“This okay?” He mumbles, hand leaving yours to trail up your arm, fingertips ghosting the bare flesh as he leans in closer, reaching across to break the circle to meet your nodding head with his other hand. Gently, too gently, his hand tips your chin slightly, his warm breath fanning your face doing nothing to counter the heat rising in your cheeks.

In a moment, his lips are pressed on yours. Slotting together like a missing puzzle piece, he moves sweetly and tenderly, nothing like what you were expecting from his outer appearance. It’s over all too soon, and an almost silent whimper leaves your lips in tangent with his. It draws a grin from his face as he leans back on his haunches, resuming his place in the circle. You’re blushing profusely – or maybe it’s the alcohol heating up your system – eyes fixed on the enigma grinning back at you.

He ignores the wolf whistles, rising to his feet and downing the rest of his drink.

“I’m gonna grab a refill,” he tips his bottle, nodding towards the kitchen. “Wanna join me?”

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24 to 25 days of SKZMAS | December 18th - Minho

pairing: Lee Minho x Reader

genre: rivals to lovers

synopsis: Lee Minho is a driven and loyal employee of JY Publishing. He has been working for the company for a while now and he is determined to finally recieve his well deserved promotion. Unfortunately, he is not the only one who has their eyes on the position.

warnings: light cursing

words: 1428

19th day of SKZMAS

December 18th

The evaluation day comes faster than Minho expected. He gets the notice in the morning that by the afternoon, he is required to finish all his assignments for the week and at 2pm, he has a meeting with the CEO. He briefly wonders if you will be there, too.

You managed to stay somewhat civil with each other. At this point, he is convinced you are his personal purgatory, sent by whatever higher deity there is, only to cause chaos and despair in his life.

“I've never seen anyone look at their fries with such hatred.” Jisung muses, taking a bite of his burger.

“What?”

“You haven't even touched it. It's good, though. If you don't want it, I'll be happy to help with it.” Jisung says with a shrug, but eagerly waits for Minho's response. He doesn't even mind that he kinda slipped up about stealing from his plate.

“You can have it.” Minho pushes it towards him. “I can't eat.”

“What, why?” Jisung asks, as if it was the craziest thing he's heard all day.

“The eval is in like 32 minutes.” he sighs. Not like he is keeping count of every minute passing. “And if I don't get the position, I'm done for. I might as well pack my things and clear my desk.”

“They wouldn't fire you.” Jisung says and he sneakily licks the ketchup off his fingers.

“Oh, they would.”

“Would not.”

“How are you so sure?” Minho asks in a mumble.

“Bro, you're seriously dense sometimes.” Jisung says, to which Minho only responds with a look. “Yeah, I know I'm the densest in the whole office, but you're, like, a pretty close second.”

“... what the hell are you talking about?”

“You will see.” Jisung says cryptically, wiggling his eyebrows. He believes in Christmas miracles.

Soon, Minho is standing in front of the CEO's office, squeezing one hand in the other and he tries to compose himself. He barely realizes that you've walked up to him.

“Are you also shitting yourself?” You ask with a nervous chuckle, hands shaking.

Huh. “Well, if you put it so eloquently… yeah, I am.” he responds and crosses his arms on his chest. “How are you?”

“I feel dead.” you respond with a tired sigh, circles under your eyes are a permanent accessory by now. “Or rather, I feel like I’m waiting for my execution.” you correct yourself. “How about you?”

“About the same.” Minho nods in agreement. Then, there is a moment of silence. “You did well.” he finds himself saying as he looks down at his feet.

“You did better.” you admit in defeat, looking away and folding your arms on your chest. He is annoying.

“I'd hope so.” he gives you a handsome grin, but he laughs it off. “Honesty, I have no idea. I guess we'll have to see.”

“I guess. Don't think I gave up, Lee Minho.” you scoff as you step in first to the CEO's office. “Good afternoon.”

The next fifteen minutes pass in a haze. The CEO rushes through your accomplishments, your extra work, and thanks you for your devotion. She seems completely uninterested in the topic, trying to get over it as soon as possible. You exchange a look with Minho a few times… he seems to be just as lost as you are.

And then, it's time for the CEO to announce the result of the assessment. And the winner is…

“Neither of us?” Minho asks in shock. Did he hear that right? Did she really hire someone new to fill the position?!

“But… we worked so hard for this!” you exclaim, trying hard to hide your disappointment and anger but failing.

“I am terribly sorry, but… in light of recent events, I doubt I could make a fair decision.” she says, lifting her nose. “Given your… romantic affiliation with each other.”

The two of you are completely speechless as you leave her office and you stand side by side in the hallway.

“This fucking sucks.” you mutter. “It’s all your fault!” you accuse him immediately.

“Mine?!” Minho asks, shocked by the sudden accusation. “I was just kidding, and I didn't see you complain about it!” he says, pointing a finger in your face, and he is willing to push it even more because, well, it is kinda his fault. “Is it because you're in love with me?”

“Me?!” You gasp dramatically. “You are the one who is obsessed with me and flat out lies to our supervisor that I have feelings for you!” You scream and you two are causing a scene. Good thing no one can see in this secluded corridor. “I cannot stand you! You are such a piece of shit!”

“You never said no.” Minho says, his grin suddenly widening. He takes a step towards you and you take one back instinctively. Then another one and another one, and before you know it, you are flush against the wall, Minho basically pinning you there.

“Oh, sweetheart, are you scared of me now?” he asks, voice low and a little raspy. He can't help it, you affect him just as much as he affects you.

“I ain't scared of you.” you roll your eyes but gulp visibly. You are sure this scene played in your dream before but that ended with the two of you hooking up. That would never happen in reality.

“Oh yeah?” Minho asks with a shit-eating grin. He can barely holback… but he wants you to make the first move. “Then prove it, baby.”

“I fucking hate you.” you mutter with disgust, before you grab him by his collar and pull him in a kiss.

Minho smiles in the kiss before his hands settle on your hips and he pushes closer to you, practically pushing you up against the wall. He kisses you harder, all his pent up frustration surfacing as you make out. He groans in the kiss, then pushes his tongue past your lips. Fuck, you're so good…

You grab him by his nape as you kiss away the anger, and you melt against his lips. Maybe the reason why you have been mean to each other was because you were unable to express your attraction otherwise. It also didn't help that the two of you have been competing since your first day here.

“So, you are into me, huh?” you ask between two kisses, hugging him close.

“You are into me.” Minho corrects and he holds you in his arms, pressing small kisses on your lips.

“What if we both agree to defeat.” you hum with a cocked brow. But deep down you tell yourself that he was the first to fall for you.

“Deal.”

To your absolute terror, the elevator door dings and someone steps out.

“Oh, shit!” Jisung says, quickly covering his eyes as if he could see anything indecent.

“It's just you.” Minho says with a sigh and you bury your face in his chest.

“A-am I bothering?” Jisung asks before he exclaims. “The promotion!! Did you get it? Did you both get it?!”

“No.” you chuckle, hugging Minho. You don't want to say it but having him is better than any promotion. “Neither of us got it.” you say instead. “Which is good, cause Minho wouldn't have been able to handle the stress.” you add cheekily. Bickering is your thing after all, it would be weird to stop once the two of you start dating.

“And you wouldn't have been able to handle me as a subordinate. You need me to spice up your life.” Minho says with a smirk, tickling your side.

“I would have liked to boss you around though.” you admit with a huge grin. Jisung keeps looking confused between the two of you. “Let’s go grab lunch? It's on Minho.” you say, intertwining your fingers.

“Yay!”

“You still boss me around.” Minho rolls his eyes but squeezes your hand. “Fine. Let's go, then.”

“Wait, I have to call- be right back!” Jisung rushes off, leaving the two of you in the hallway.

“So… does that mean you are coming to the party with me?” Minho asks with a half smile.

“We promised, didn't we?” you ask with a grin, swinging your hands between your bodies. “Aren’t we an item?” you ask with not well hidden hopefulness.

“A very expensive, annoyingly perfect one at that.” he nods before scrunching his nose and squeezing you against his side. He cannot wait to be everyone's envy at the Christmas party. You are definitely the best thing that happened to him.

to be continued...

#leeknow #lee minho #minho #leeknow au #minho au #stray kids au #skz au #skzmas #24 to 25 days of skzmas #mymercury #yourandromeda #leeknow x reader #bf-skz

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fatcdrcam · 2 years

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meme | status accepting | @lunisolars

send 🍺 for my muses drunk reaction around yours.

༊*·˚ —–—– jisung’s hand moves to gently cup hanseul’s cheek, his gaze softening as he looked at the younger. ❝ ― you’re the one i need to protect the most... i can’t lose you to this life... ❞ he murmured softly, words slurring just a little as he pressed their foreheads together. ❝ you’re so stubborn and so strong but... if i lost you... i would burn the world to the ground for you. god, han... you don’t know how much i care and worry about you. if i lost you... ❞ he closed his eyes and sighed, holding hanseul close.

#* second muse // lee jisung #* ooc // muse replies #lunisolars

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jeffersonhairpie · 1 year

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NCT Dream 230328 London Fan Account

-OH my god I love kpop concerts so much

-I went with a friend. We were seated so we didn't bother going before doors. She had made some cute home made photocards for freebies and we gave them out outside. It was so fun we wished we'd brought more. We also picked up some of the puzzle piece banners that were being given out

-The venue could NOT have been slower at getting everyone seated but oh well. We were in the accessible area and had such a good view of the stage it was wild. The chunk of stage that was built out into the audience was right in front of us and we could see everyone's faces super clearly

-I was in a minority of folk with an old lightstick so mine was green the whole night through lol. Nctzens are extremely unserious people and the number of silly fan signs people brought were so fun. Chenle has succeeded in making all his fans Stephen Curry's fans too. In general people were wearing lots of lime green and white with frog accessories and the vibe was just everyone there for a good time

-Before the concert even started people were shrieking at the VRs and MVs being played on the big screens

-OH my god I love kpop oceans

-We had been chatting with some of the people in our row about who our Dream biases were I was musing on whether or not Mark was my Dream bias bc he's objectively the member of Dream that I like the most but idk if I like him most within the Dream dynamic? If that makes sense? Anyway this was stupid as soon as Mark stepped onstage my jaw was on the floor. He had a variation of the messy blonde braided hairstyle he was rocking towards the end of the 127 tour but with additional blonde and pink extensions. He also had blue contacts. He looked amazing.

-First song was Glitch Mode (I am absolutely not gonna recount the whole set list in order rip). The hits started coming and they simply did not stop coming. Just tune after tune after tune.

-Dreaming is so good and I really really hope they get more discography in that kidlnd of style. Also the choreois clean as hell

-Just to say that Mark was outstandingly beautiful but everyone looked good and I will be fighting Lee Jeno in a parking lot at his first available opportunity

-Wen the mics were on they were ON but Renjun must have insulted the sound engineer's mother or smth because his mics were not calibrated properly the entire night. But yeah the rumours are true NCT singers are men who can sing

-NCT dancers are also men who can dance. Jeno and Jisung and Mark specifically

-They did their first chat with the crowd on the platform but Chenle got bored half way through and wandered off to go wave at fans lol. Haechan started his ment by sternly making us all be quiet

-Our section did NOT spend much time sitting down I should say we were on our feet dancing most of the night

-I knew Jeno's slutty backless shirt plus choker look was coming but it still did not really prepare me

-A fan group had given out lots of banners saying '7dream is our missing puzzle piece' and everyone managed to hide them until they played Puzzle Piece when we whipped them put all at once. It was a cute moment

-I have seen My First and Last live I can die happy. If you are reading this post for some reason and haven't watched the dance practice for this song pls go fix that ASAP

-There was a moment during Quiet Down (which is insane crazy CRAZY like what on earth was going on in the room when they came up with the idea to have half the group in boxes and the other half interacting with the through the glass? Super creative and looks really clean, the Jeno and Haechan pair up specifically) when Mark looked down into a camera and idk it was just... His energy man I would do anything he asked of me

-Better Than Gold was completely electric I had no idea that song had it in it. The shift from Quiet Down to Better Than Gold is really abrupt but the whole venue was shaking ass three seconds into BTG so it clearly worked. They did a 70s inspired line dance thing with prop mics before heading out onto the platform Probs my fav individual song of the night. There was a family sat just underneath us and this was the point when the parents started dancing and did not stop for the rest of the gig - pretty sure they had more fun that their kids who they had ostensibly brought out to see the boy band that night lol?

-At some point I grabbed some confetti that had been fired from a canon and draped it around myself

-Trigger the Fever is SO high energy I do not know how they manage to pull that off on the regular and come back for more tunes

-I lost my shit for Hello Future. It's simply the best NCT Dream song and I will not be taking notes

-Walk You Home my beloved <3

-People started throwing lots of plushies onto the stage towards the end of the show and before the encore and the security team were very obliging in making sure any that fell short of their mark made their way to the stage. While doing Walk You Home the group picked up some of this stuff. A watermelon bag for Mark was a highlight

-Rainbow played during the last big stage hiatus (for the group to change and presumably chug lots of water) and the cameras showed lots of fans and fan signs from around the room it was super cute

-Everyone's final mentions were fun! Everyone tried to speak English but there was a translator on hand. Jaemin is so grandma coded, he was telling us to remember to eat three meals a day. Jisung was super alarmed by us stamping our feet to make a sound like thunder and Mark tried on being British by saying 'blimey'

-Candy was the encore which I wasn't sure about but it's so high energy and fun it was a good send off

-No Dear Dream or Go (boo!) but otherwise the set list was really tight. All told the concert lasted 2 hrs 45 mins so like.. The tickets weren't cheap but we got a LOT of bang for our buck. I danced so much and the energy in the room was so good and I just had a great time.

#Nct #Dream #Nct dream #shitty text post #My fan account

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hwangyeonjun · 2 years

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their love languages (STRAY KIDS)

[ bts version ] ; [ txt version ] ; [ enhypen version ]

BANG CHAN

always listens to you. okay this might sound strange because obviously everyone would listen but chan has a lot on his shoulders with being the leader and taking care of 7 grown ass kids but you’re always there for him. you try to take the pressure off of him as much as you can and you always give him advice whenever he needs so he always listen for what you have to say (i hope this makes sense).

holds you. he will have his arms around you 24/7 like a koala. you bring him comfort and it’s a way of showing how thankful he is without words and also if there are other people around he feels that he needs to protect you and the safest place is chan’s arms.

LEE MINHO

feeds you. i think we all know how minho always gives his food to his members and you’re definitely not an exception. you’re always the first one to taste whatever he cooked or maybe even just ordered and if you like his food more than yours? well you definitely going to have it.

holds your hand. always. if he thinks that you need courage or comfort, his palm will slip right into yours without any hesitation. i think minho is not really a fan of pda so hand holding is the way he’s showing that he’s there, squeezing it from time to time.

SEO CHANGBIN

makes you laugh. changbin’s most favorite thing is your smile and laugh so his mission is to make you laugh as much as you can. he would crack silly jokes or maybe even sometimes make a fool out of himself on purpose just so he could hear his favorite sound (i wouldn’t be surprised if he made a track with your laugh in it).

gives you gifts. there’re no special occasion. if he sees something that you might like, he would buy it for you. it could go from as small as a snack from as big as expensive jewellery. you, of course, would scowl him for spending so much money on you but he doesn’t care, he wants to make you happy.

HWANG HYUNJIN

dances with you. even if you’re not good at dancing, he loves when it’s just the two of you, messing around, jumping, swirling and dancing to random music. seeing you so laid back, so happy and so free is hyunjin’s favorite moments with you. and if you’re good at dancing well that’s just a bonus, get ready for duet choreography.

draws/paints you. get ready to spend hours in his art studio because he’s going to capture every single detail of your face and/or body. the studio would be probably filled with paintings of you.

HAN JISUNG

writes you short lyrics/poems. you’re definitely his muse and he probably wrote some songs thinking about you but whenever jisung is away, he sends you cute little text messages that rhymes. if you’re together, he’d probably sing it to you. you might want to start writing them down in a notebook because it’s something you’d definitely want to remember.

holds your cheeks. okay, i think we’re all a little obsessed with jisung’s cheeks but he’s definitely obsessed with yours. it would be very random, you might be talking or doing whatever you do and he just comes up and holds your cheeks between his hands for a few seconds, stares into your eyes and just walks away as if nothing happened (he was probably recharging).

LEE YONGBOK

does tiktoks with you. look you shouldn’t be surprised that every time felix sees a new trend on tiktok that involves couples, you’re going to do it. it’s silly and simple but it’s fun and i think the thought that he’s the one that initiates it makes it more cute?

bakes for you. your body will be 70% water and 30% brownies and cookies. you had a bad day? here, take a brownie. you had a good day? here, another brownie. he would probably go all out and decorate them with little hearts and ‘i love you’s’

KIM SEUNGMIN

always asks about your day. it’s very simple but meaningful since not everyone does that but a day never goes by without seungmin asking you about your day even if you just went to work/school, he would listen about everything that happened and would be very interested.

runs baths for you. every other day when you come back from a long hard day, a warm bath filled with bubbles and candles would be waiting for you. he probably would lay down with you, massage your shoulders and give you soothing kisses on your neck.

YANG JEONGIN

tries the things you like. basically everything you like to do - he would try it too. you like reading books? he would read a book. you like colouring? he will do it with you. you like watching old movies? you’re gonna do an old movie marathon together. even if he doesn’t really like something, he would still try it just so he could do it with you.

shows you things that reminds him of you. every little random thing. it could be very pointless but if you came into his mind when he saw it he would immediately show you, with the biggest smile on his face ‘hey look, this reminds me of you’. it could be photo, a quote or i don’t know even a leaf but maybe that leaf has a spot similar to your birthmark and he would definitely notice it.

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suhnandmoon · 3 years

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starlight: social media au

pairing:

♡ renjun x fem!reader (ft. dreamies and members of skz, itzy, and tbz)

genre: fake dating, vampire au, fluff, slight angst, darker themes in certain chapters

synopsis:

♡ after an unexpected turn of events, you were left turned into a vampire. with the help of your neighbor, jisung, and his vampire friends you were smoothly fitting into this sudden lifestyle change. its not until your friends start to call out your fishy behavior that you have to cover up their accusations. a fake boyfriend taking up your time? perfect! huang renjun is just the right guy!

warnings: occasional swearing, near death experience, fighting, kidnapping

(most of the warnings are only in a few chapters, i try to make most of it lighthearted)

song:

♡ starlight by muse

notes: i tried to make the reader as inclusive as possible! if theres anything i should consider in the future please let me know!! also i finished writing the whole thing and JUST realized that the fic name sounds like twilight,,,,,,,,, im so disappointed for not realizing

estimated chapters: 30

character previews: one / two

i. black holes and revelations

ii. is he listening to mcr ??

iii. yeji wake up

iv: the bite of ‘87 ‘21

v: my neighbors a vampire

vi: don’t mess with me

vii: #freejisung

viii: movie theatre effect

ix: neo culture technology

x: can vampires eat garlic bread??

xi: fomo is real :(

xii: 21st century vampire

xiii: chenle's mafia punishment schedule

xiv: the callout

xv: with bae

xvi: one eye open when im sleeping

xvii: he knows...

xviii: return of the 21st century vampire

xix: make him jealous

xx nobody trust lee felix

xxi: totally awesome and fun news

xxii the date

xxiii bathroom break

xxiv: according to plan

xxv get ready

xxvi confrontations and compromises

xxvii sangyeon's round up

xxviii second first date

xxix finale

started: 10.24.21

completed: 1.17.22

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m88n · 3 years

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[7.01 pm] - when a night spent together with mark lee makes you question his motives

►listen to boyfriend - ariana grande

You recall the events of yesterday night as you make your way to the upscale burger joint that’s been designated as the meeting point for a group of friends. Lingering touches, soft breaths. Whispers of sweet nothings from a boy with clear eyes and unspoken thoughts. You don’t know what happened there—one thing led to another, and before you knew it, you were cuddling with him under his cold covers, the touches of his skin and lips becoming all too familiar to you.

Lost in your thoughts, you realize that you’ve finally reached the diner. You reach for the door handle to enter the vicinity.

Images of his slender fingertips on his game controller flashing through your mind, you two were supposed to just spend time playing games as new friends with similar hobbies. But before you knew it, you were exchanging gazes in the silence of his studio apartment, and suddenly, you were kissing each other.

You’ve been thinking about this since last night.

“y/n, come over here! Happy you made it,” A friend calls out to you from a booth.

You don’t know what to make of it, because the way he asked for 10 more minutes of your cuddles that night, yet tearing his eyes away from you all too quickly the morning after, avoiding any lingering touches as he takes you to your cab, makes you question his motives.

You sigh your thoughts out as you sit next to Sarah, the girl who everyone generally dislikes due to her disposition and behavior, but honestly, you prefer to focus on her good parts, like her bubbliness, and her ability to bring people together.

“Hey, what’s up guys?” You greet everyone, and they greet you back in unison, all smiles.

“So, everyone here?” Jeno asks Sarah.

She giggles coyly, then says in a lowered volume, “No, I invited this guy, he’s so cute. I’ve been trying to get to him since last month ever since I saw him in my stats class. Finally got his number last week,” She finishes, playing with her hair.

“Oh, alright. That’s taking awfully long, knowing how you play,” Jisung jokes backhandedly, and you shoot him a warning look, albeit with a smile threatening to break out.

Jisung smiles back at you and looks down at his cup, trying to contain himself from bursting out in laughter.

“Yeah, I know right? Guy’s got a real tight defense, what gives,” She continues, “Usually guys would’ve been all over me at this point. I wonder what’s his problem.”

Sarah turns at you, to your surprise, “Hey, y/n, what do you think? I need to get him for me.”

Not knowing how to respond, you shrug at her question. “I honestly don’t know Sarah, you’d know better than I do.”

“Yeah, thought I’d ask you cause you do these things unreasonably slow, it’s so weird, honestly y/n, you could do so much better,” She responds. You nod at her as she keeps on talking, your eyes lingering at Jisung, who gives you a look full of condolences, slowly shaking his head at you.

“—Oh hey, over here!” Sarah suddenly stops her train of endless lecturing in order to greet someone at the entrance with complete haste.

You breathed out in relief, that is, before your eyes hover over the direction of the entrance.

Mark.

It’s Mark.

“Hey everyone, this is Mark Lee, guy from my stats class, the one I’ve told you about,” Sarah announces to the rest of the table.

“Hey guys,” Mark greets, waving at your group, before his eyes meet yours.

You swear you could’ve seen a millisecond of him slightly raising his brows, but he continues as if nothing’s happened, taking the only vacant seat next to you.

“Hey man,” Mark leans in to greet someone on the table.

“Hey, doing alright?” Jisung responds.

“Not bad,” Mark says as he sits back down.

Even though you don’t mean to, your eyes are definitely shooting daggers at Jisung at this point. He looks back at you and flashes a small reserved smile that’s hard to decipher. Park Jisung, I swear.

“I didn’t know you guys knew each other! Jiji, you never told me!” Sarah bellows from beside you, snapping you out of your train of thought. Though, you proceed to look at Jisung with the same questionable look.

“First off, Sarah, don’t call me that,” Jisung says, “Second, how am I supposed to know Mark’s the guy you have in stats? I’m not an oracle,”

“Oh Ji, always so cute,” Sarah responds as she looks over you to lock eyes with Mark, “That being said, Mark, do you want to switch seats with my friend here? She doesn’t talk too much to people she just meets so you’re probably better off—”

“I’m good here, thanks Sarah,” Mark responds with a polite smile, “I can go in and out easy to get water and go to the bathroom here, so I’m good really.”

“Oh well, whatever you say Mark,” Sarah says, giggling to herself, “Before we order, let’s introduce you to everyone, you already know Jiji,” She proceeds to give out a brief introduction of each of the people on the table starting from Jisung, Mark greeting each one with attentiveness.

“… And this is y/n. She’s a psych major,” Sarah finally gets to you, “She loves stuff like anime, but don’t get me wrong, she’s cool, kinda unexpected, she’s got around like 7 tattoos hidden on her body and stuff yknow,”

“Yeah, I know.” Mark says simply as he pulls the slightest of smiles, shifting his gaze from Sarah to you.

You see Jisung struggle to stifle a look in his face from the corner of your eyes, his hand gingerly coming up to cover his mouth, quickly picking up the restaurant menu before mindlessly looking through it.

“Oh yeah, I guess you would, you could see one peeking out on her wrist,” Sarah says as laughter bubbles out of her chest, taking the menu in one hand, “Alright now that that’s over with, let’s order everybody,”

Everyone talks about their orders with each other, while Mark and you sit in silence for a few minutes as you both browse the menu by yourselves.

Mark finally looks at you from the corners of his eyes.

“….Having trouble deciding?”

You chuckle, “Yeah.”

“Number 3 has beetroot in it,” Mark says.

“...Yeah, I know, but it’s so big. I won’t be able to finish it.” You reply.

“We can share.” He says.

You look at Mark, trying to figure this boy out, but decide upon yourself that it’d probably be the best outcome anyway since both of you love beetroot in burgers.

“Yeah, sounds like a good idea.” You respond.

“Cool.” Mark says.

“—What about you y/n? Have you decided yet? You always take ages to decide,” Sarah suddenly turns to you to ask in the midst of all the chatter.

“Oh, uh—”

“Yeah, she’ll be sharing with me, we’re getting number 3,” Mark chimes in.

“Oh. Okay, well, too bad I don’t like beetroot. Good thing Mark’s nice y/n,” Sarah says in response.

“Yeah, I guess,” You say.

Not too long after everyone finishes ordering, the orders arrive, and you’re greeted by the large burger you’re thankful to be sharing with someone else. You pick up your fork and knife to halve the burger.

“Let me.” Mark says, and before you knew it, he’s already in the middle of cutting your burger in half.

“Thanks, Mark.” You say to him, smiling. He just smiles back at you in response.

“....Yeah, he’s holding a birthday party next Saturday, at Scarlett Saturdays. I have an engineering essay due on the next Monday, but I’ll be going since he’s my bro and all,” You notice Jeno in the midst of his conversation with the others.

“Jaemin? You mean the Jaemin guy that went after y/n for the longest time?” Sarah asks in between bites. You notice Mark halts for a split second before he finishes cutting the burger.

“Is going after. He asked me to ask her to come. But knowing her, I didn’t even try,” He says, chuckling.

“Why don’t you go for it already, y/n? Even though he’s not really my type, I think he’s mad cute. Do you not think so?” Sarah says, turning to you.

“…I mean, yeah, he’s cute I guess. I don’t know.” You reply concisely, not really feeling like talking about that right now. You proceed to cut a small bite sized piece of the beetroot burger you’ve instead been thinking about for the past 10 minutes.

“Maybe think about it though. Just one night. Jaemin does seem like a bit of a flirt and a player, but I think he really does like you,” Jeno continues, munching on his burger.

“It’s about time you get some action don’t you think,” Sarah follows up on him.

You cough on your burger, startled by Sarah’s remark.

“Water,” Jisung readily hands you a new glass of water, as if on cue.

“Thanks, Ji,” You say, taking it from him, before gulping on it to ease your choking. God, it really seems like you’re not taking any breaks tonight. Not even to eat the beetroot burger you’ve come here to eat in the first place.

“Right? I think you really should go for it y/n,” Sarah insists, “You’re in uni, live your life instead of being inside all the time, watching anime and playing games or something,”

You sigh out, trying to ease the slight annoyance that’s starting to creep onto you. Would people just let you eat your goddamn beetroot burger already that’s starting to turn colder by the minute.

“Say, Jeno was it?” Mark suddenly says out of the blue, cutting his share of the burger, “You take chemical engineering? How far along are you in that report?”

“....Maybe 40 percent or something, probably not good enough.” Jeno muses, “You take the same class as I do, dude? Maybe we could shoot ideas to each other. Jaemin doesn’t take his studies too seriously.”

“Yeah, I’d be open to that.” Mark says, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

With that simple interruption, everyone finally drops the topic and goes back to eating. You sigh out in relief, finally revelling in the relative quietness.

You gently elbow Mark’s arm while smiling, “Thanks.”

He smiles back at you with those clear eyes that became overly familiar to you after yesterday night’s events. But before you get too deep in thought, and your burger gets even colder, you shake it off and continue eating.

That is, before you feel Mark’s thigh brush against yours, and continues eating while he lets your thighs touch, as if… He meant to do that in the first place. You figure that mulling over on these budding thoughts wouldn’t serve you well at the moment, it would only cloud your head even more, and so you finally choose to just ignore it.

“….Hey dude, what’s up? I’m eating right now,” Jeno says, after finally picking up his phone that’s been vibrating on the table for the past minute while the others continue eating.

“Yeah, I got Ben to join, probably a good idea to book 3 tables,” He says, “Can we call later? I’m with the others right now, it’s kinda rude—“

“Yeah, y/n’s here,”

You sigh out, knowing exactly who’s on the other side of the phone. Tired of dealing with the whole topic, you continue eating anyway.

“Yeah, yeah, I asked her dude. It’s a no go,” He continues, “Look, if we’re gonna be talking about this can we—”

“Dude we’re literally eating right now, I’m telling you that’s what she said,”

Jisung glances at you, knowing full well that you’re incredibly annoyed at this point but still keeping it under wraps.

“Fine but if you stuff up I’m not gonna do anything about it alright, I’m just the messenger,” He says, before putting the phone in front of you, prompting you to look up from your plate.

“It’s Jaemin. He wants to talk about the party.”

“Can’t he just call her phone directly instead of asking you to?” Jisung asks Jeno.

“He keeps on telling me she won’t pick up. Persistent, that guy.” Jeno replies.

You stare at Jeno in disbelief. Jeno’s actually a good guy, academically smart, but sometimes he could really be a blockhead, and it always surprises you how that part of him could annoy you to no end.

“What you waiting for y/n? Talk to him!” Sarah says excitedly.

To your complete surprise, Mark snatches the phone off of Jeno’s hand faster than everyone on the table could even register it in their minds.

“Hey dude, y/n’s not coming. Based on what I’m hearing, she’s really not into you. You don’t know me, my name’s Mark, and I’m really into her. Only difference is, she’s reciprocated in some ways. I wanted to do things in order with her, but I’m discovering it really doesn’t matter anyway. If she doesn’t like it, she won’t go for it. And she’s not going for it dude, at least not with you.”

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 2 years

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

Having a secondary gender isn't easy on anyone-alpha, beta, omega-they all present unique challenges. But there's something about being a beta-about being a literal buffer, that seems to take more of a toll, and you recognize it in your packmates. Rut? Shitty. Heat? Shitty. Being looked down upon like you're useless and not good for anything? Even more shitty.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, SKZ Drabble, Stray Kids Drabble, OT8, ABO, Alpha Beta Omega Dynamics, SKZ!pack, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, SKZ!ABO, SKZ imagines, SKZ reactions, SKZ scenarios, SKZ x you, SKZ x reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: One allusion to non-con but there are no details, bullying, Wooshit appears briefly, but he's the bully/villain (rightfully so) and we don't stan him here

Title: Special

You smell it before you see anything.

The way your mate’s usual scent-clean laundry, fresh and crisp and bright-sours into something bitter and acrid on your tongue.

You quickly round the corner, forcing down the urge to sprint because you are still in the campus library, and the waves of fear, anxiety, and distress that literally assault you are enough to tell you all you need to know-that and the fact that Jisung is pressed against the table, backpack thrown messily over his shoulder, as if he were trying to leave in a hurry, face pinched, bottom lip sucked between his teeth.

The unknown alpha leans toward him with a sneer, holding him in place, and says something in a low voice that you can’t hear, but regardless, you’ve seen everything you needed to.

You’re across the rest of the space in a flash, hand coming down heavily on his own where it rests on Jisung’s forearm, fingers digging into the skin.

“I’d rethink absolutely everything you’re doing right now if I were you, starting with your hand on his arm.”

The man turns to you with a sneer, looking you up and down, but doesn’t release his hold, turning back to Jisung instead of addressing you.

“Ahhh, are you some bitch’s bitch now, Jisungie? That perfectly tracks honestly.”

You flex your fingers where they rest on the other alpha’s hand, and he glances to you with a glower, finally releasing the hold he has on Jisung, who shrinks back behind you, fingers looping almost immediately around your wrist.

The man glances between the two of you, and then the sneer is back, this time, directed at you.

“I’m surprised an alpha wants someone’s sloppy seconds.” He muses, a dark glint in his eye, lips twitching. “Let alone a useless beta-nothing like him.”

Everything inside of you coils at once, and your wolf is growling, long and low and dangerous behind snapping teeth.

“Knock it off, Woojin.” Jisung mutters behind you, and then to you, tugging on your wrist, “Let’s just go, (Y/N).”

The other alpha smirks, crossing his arms over his chest, and his gaze flicks back to Jisung, his eyebrow arching smugly into his hairline.

‘ “You know you’re never gonna find anyone to treat you better than me, Sungie. Not when you’re you.” An audible growl escapes from you now, and the library is filling with the scent of frost.

His smirk only grows wider at your obvious anger and Jisung pulls you harder this time, tugging enough to get you to take a few steps toward the door.

“Please, (Y/N), let’s just go. He’s not worth it.”

You relent, letting Jisung pull you further away from the other alpha, and you’re almost convinced to leave, almost ready to give in to him fully, almost out the door-

But then Woojin calls out after the two of you in a gleeful voice, loud enough for everyone in the library to hear-

“He’s always been such a good little beta for alpha. But I’m sure you’ve already found that out, haven’t you? Because even when his mouth was begging me no, his body always told me yes.”

Jisung freezes in front of you, and suddenly, your vision is blurred by white, hot rage, and ripping your wrist from Jisung’s grasp, you whirl around and punch the other alpha, hard, right in the middle of his stupid, smirking face.

You feel cartilage and bone crunch beneath your knuckles as your fist lands firmly on his nose, and the hit instantly has blood gushing down his chin, dripping onto the front of his shirt.

Behind you, you hear Jisung gasp.

Woojin stumbles back a few steps with the force of the punch, his hand flying to his still gushing nose, eyes wide, jaw slack, and you can’t help it, your wolf preens in triumph over the sight of the crimson blood staining the front of his white shirt.

“What the hell-?”

The smell of icy wisteria petals is almost overwhelming now as you casually shrug and drop your hand back to your side once more, staring the other alpha down.

“Sorry, but I guess your body was just telling me yes.”

He narrows his eyes above his hand as you parrot his disgusting words from earlier, blood still slowly dripping down his chin, and you think he’s almost going to stand his ground, but then there’s a stronger wave of chill in the air, and he backs down with a glare, before he turns and leaves, metaphorical tail between his legs.

You watch him go until he’s out of sight, eyes boring into his back, and then without another backward glance, you turn and grab Jisung’s wrist, pulling him down the stairs behind you.

“What-”

You ignore his shocked, unfinished question, tugging him out of the library, as he stumbles over his own feet, trying to keep up with your determined pace.

When your wolf feels that you’ve put enough space between the library-the other alpha-and the two of you, you drop your hold on his wrist and Jisung collapses back against the nearest wall, gasping dramatically and putting his hand over his heart.

“God, I need you guys to remember that not all of us were blessed with your alpha stamina.”

His voice is a teasing whine, but you can tell by the way his scent isn’t quite back to normal, can tell by the slightly soured tint to the clean laundry, that he’s still shook up over what just happened.

Your wolf is telling you to do something, to scent, to mark, to claim, but you can’t do that right now, so instead, you do the next best things, and cage him against the wall with your arms.

Jisung startles, looking up at you with wide dark eyes, caught off guard, and you hold his gaze, not letting him look away.

“He had no right to say any of that shit to you.” Your wolf growls, and you can feel the way the rage is making every muscle in your body taut, hot, ready.

Jisung swallows hard, and nods, the tiniest gesture.

“Jisung.” He looks away, ducking his head, but you reach up and catch his chin in your fingers, forcing him to look at you again, his vision slowly glazing over with unshed tears.

“Yeah. I know.”

It’s not good enough. None of it is good enough. You’re not good enough.

“Listen, that asshole. Your ex-?”

Jisung gives the tiniest of nods and you fight off another wave of anger.

“Those are just absolute lies that he’s told himself, disgusting ideas that he’s forced himself to believe, so he doesn’t have to deal with the stupidity of losing someone as incredible as you.”

Jisung sniffs, and reaches up to swipe at his nose with the back of his hand, sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth.

You doggedly continue on.

“Promise me. Promise me, if you ever, ever feel like you’re not enough, or if we’re not doing enough to make you see how truly special you really are, god, Jisungie, promise you’ll tell me, and I’ll make sure we work even harder until we get it right.”

Jisung sniffles.

“You do enough, alpha. I promise.”

You let out the breath you’ve been holding and reach up to swipe at the one stray tear that has broken through his lash line, and he gives you the hint of a wobbly smile.

“Listen.” You return the smile, though it’s small and doesn’t quite feel right. “You can cry, okay? But just give me a heads up first, alright? Cause I might need to distance myself so that I don’t do something stupid I’ll regret.”

Jisung grins now, and it reaches his eyes, and soothes your wolf just a bit.

“Alpha a little riled?”

You sigh and reach up to brush back a lock of his hair.

“More than a little.” You feel the hot rage back in your stomach, as you think back to the library and the possessiveness of your wolf once again raises its head at the thought. “I swear to god, I’d go back right now and hunt that son of a bitch down, just to tear him limb from limb, and I’d take my time too, slowly, so that I could enjoy every minute of it.”

Jisung huffs and covers his face with his hands, and then he groans out, “God, why is it so hot when you or the hyungs go into alpha protective mode?”

“Biology.” You laugh and reach up to tug his hands down, away from his face, and your wolf turns happy circles at the slight dusting of pink on his cheeks. “And you’re probably just whipped, honestly.”

Jisung groans again and tries to cover his face in embarrassment once more, but you tangle your fingers with his so he can’t and press a quick kiss to the tip of his nose.

The smell of laundry is back-clean, sharp, fresh-and there’s not a hint of the tainted sourness from before in sight.

“C’mon baby, let’s go home. ******

“Hey, we’re home!”

Jisung pushes in through the apartment door and drops his hold on your hand, kicking off his sneakers as Minho appears in the doorway to the kitchen, one brow raised.

“Did you actually study?” The older alpha asks, looking clearly skeptical.

“Yes!” Jisung pouts, sticking his tongue out at the other man, before Minho leaps forward and ruffles his hair.

Jisung jumps back behind you for protection, and Chan appears in the doorway behind Minho, resting his chin on the other alpha’s shoulder as he offers the two of you a fond smile.

“Good timing, dinner’s almost ready.”

“Thank god.” Jisung whines, dodging another swipe from Minho. “I’m starving.”

Felix pops up behind the alphas, grin so bright and big that it makes his eyes almost disappear and his freckles crinkle into one.

“And I made cookies!”

You offhandedly wonder how many members of your pack the tiny clown car kitchen can hold at one time.

Jisung groans and shoots a grateful look to the other boy.

“Lix, you are seriously my hero.” He exclaims, before something uncertain comes across his expression. “I think I’m gonna shower first though. The library-”

He stumbles over his next words, large dark and suddenly worried and you jump in to save him with a hand on his shoulder.

“-is kind of a lot.” You finish helpfully, and Jisung looks to you with relief in his large, dark eyes.

Your scent rots slightly as your mind slips back to the events of the day, like flowers wilting in the too hot heat of the midday sun, and Minho shoots you a pointed look, one brow raised, but thankfully, his expression remains as schooled and blank as ever.

Jisung nods a little bit more animatedly than usual. “Yeah, yeah. And I just wanna smell like me after a long day.”

Felix slips out from behind the two older and throws his arm around Jisung, already tugging him in the direction of the bathroom.

“I’ll come with you!”

It’s an unspoken rule that if any of the members of the pack are home, you never showers alone.

You watch them go, waiting till you hear the sound of the door click before you lean back against the wall and let out the breath you have been holding.

Minho pounces immediately.

“Did something happen?”

“What?” You glance up at him and try to play dumb, though you know by the look on his face that he’s not buying it, especially with the smell of cold frost starting to stagnate in the air.

Chan lets out a growl and steps out from behind Minho, his head alpha instantly raising its head.

“What happened?”

And maybe it’s because they’re backing you into a corner, or maybe you’re still on edge from dealing with everything from earlier, maybe it’s the heavy weight of the rage still boiling in your stomach, or maybe it’s the fact that Jisung cried-

But whatever it is, Chan’s pointed question is the last thing to tip it over the edge, and suddenly your temper is snapping-quick, fast, unexpected.

“Nothing happened okay? I handled it and everything is fine. God, you two act like I can’t protect our mates as well as you can, but I’m an alpha too you know!”

You have never, ever yelled at anyone in the pack before, but it’s too much, and your knuckles are stinging now, tucked away into the fabric of your pants, and all you can smell is Jisung’s scent from earlier-all wrong in so many different ways-and your wolf is snarling and snapping and begging for a fight because everything is all wrong.

Minho’s expression has instantly hardened at your explosion, dark eyes going steely as he stares you down.

“Show your head alpha some respect.”

You see the way his lips lift, can practically see the wolf in his slightly bared teeth, but you can’t seem to stop yourself, because everything is spiraling out of control, and you’re being dragged down with it.

So you step toe to toe with Minho and hold his gaze.

“No offense, Minho? But I don’t give a shit right now about disrespect. You’re calling into question my ability to keep our mates safe and you and I both know that’s absolute bullshit.”

A low snarl starts in the back of Minho’s throat, and an answering one builds behind your clenched teeth.

A wave of harsh amber mixes with the potent smell of decaying flowers that fills the air.

Chan, ever the level headed, steps between the two of you, a palm flat against either of your chests, and his eyes are golden lava now, swirling and dangerous and serious, head alpha on full display.

“Okay, seriously? Knock it off.”

You glare at Minho for another brief second and then draw in a breath through your teeth before looking away, stepping back from Chan’s restraining hand as you do so, because the feel of someone touching you right now is just bringing back the crunch of that dick’s nose beneath your knuckles, and it’s doing nothing to assuage your anger.

“Now.” Chan glances over at you, but you don’t meet his gaze, your aching hand balling into a fist in the unseen safety of your pocket. “Let’s try this again. Like people this time.”

Minho takes in a deep calming breath and forcibly relaxes his shoulders, stepping back to lean against the opposite wall of the hallway, as far away from you as he can get in the cramped space of the entry.

When he doesn’t say anything, you don’t either, because you’re sure as hell not apologizing first, or even at all.

Chan sighs-long and tired-and a wave of rain dampened earth washes over you.

You know what he’s doing, and it’s not going to work.

“(Y/N).”

Chan says your name, and when you glance up at him, he raises a brow at you, as if to show you he’s waiting.

“Did something happen at the library?”

You grit your teeth. “Yes. But I took care of it.”

Another sigh.

“What happened?”

“I really don’t want to talk about it.”

Minho snorts under his breath and mumbles out, loud enough for you to hear, “You really don’t have a choice.”

The anger flares up again and you have a brief image of sinking your teeth into his throat, if only to shut him up.

“Oh piss off, Minho.”

He raises a slender brow in your direction, and his lips quirk into the hint of the start of a humorless smirk.

“I’d really like to see you try to make me, sweetheart.”

If he’s trying to get under your skin, the use of the familiar pet name said so coldly does the trick, grating across your ears and only adding fuel to the fire.

Chan looks like he’s ready to physically jump between the two of you again, ready to hold you back should you start throwing punches, but your hand is already throbbing and you’ve swung enough today, so instead, you step back, away from Minho’s smug look, away from Chan’s weary one, and turn on your heel without a backward glance at either of them.

“I’m going to bed.”

The apartment smells like an entire field of blooms has just died and nothing is left except for the decaying, sharp reminder of the beauty that once was.

****

“Shit.” You curse beneath your breath as the bandage once again unravels for what feels like the millionth time, curling on the bathroom floor at your feet.

Hot, angry tears are threatening, and they only serve to make you more furious at yourself.

The sound of the door opening and the wave of cardamom that accompanies it has you swearing between gritted teeth again, reaching down for the bandage, not even deigning to look up.

“Seriously, Minho?” You seethe hotly between your teeth, movements jerky, as you try to wrap your knuckles once more, unsuccessfully. “I’m not in the mood.”

You don’t know why he’s here and you don’t care.

“God!” You huff out angrily, throwing the bandage down now, clenching your hands into fists, ignoring the urge to wince as your raw knuckles pulse painfully with the sudden movement.

Minho catches you off guard by crouching at your feet, and picking up the discarded length of wrap, he grasps your injured hand between long fingers, and without a word, begins to expertly wind the flexible fabric around your knuckles.

He stays silent for a moment, eyes following what he’s doing, purposefully ignoring the split, red of your skin, the dark purple of the already forming bruises, and you don’t owe him an explanation, don’t owe him anything, but the silence is stifling and the smell of amber is overwhelming and-

“I punched a guy.”

You don’t know why you blurt it out, don’t know why you’re telling him, but saying it out loud reduces the weight on your chest, calms the anger still licking at the walls of your stomach, if only a little.

Minho hums under his breath in acknowledgement, but doesn’t say anything else, not until he’s secured the tightly wound wrap at the base of your wrist, and then he looks up at you, and there’s slight amusement hidden in the dark recesses of his irises, and you don’t know how to take it.

“That was incredibly stupid of you.”

You scoff and look at nothing in particular, the ceiling maybe.

“Yeah, I know.”

When he doesn’t immediately reply, you remove your hand from his hold, stretching and flexing the fingers, and you hate to admit it, but he’s done a pretty damn good job.

Minho is silent for another brief moment, and then he simply gets right to the point, and you wouldn’t expect anything else from him honestly.

“Why’d you punch him?”

You hesitate, and then sigh, staring past him to a point on the closed bathroom door, and a strong, blast of icy frost cools the air, like drinking too cold water after stupidly chewing a spearmint.

“He said some things. About Jisung.”

You don’t look at him, instead, now watching the way the newly applied bandage moves with your fingers as you curl and uncurl them, over and over, where they rest in your lap.

The cardamom spikes now, so strong and spicy that it makes your eyes water, or maybe that’s just the tears you’ve held back for too long, finally trying to fight their way out.

“What did he say?” Minho’s voice is a dangerously calm murmur in the back of his throat, like the moment of respite before the storm, and your wolf whines under the sudden fury of his own.

You get it. You feel the same way, are fighting the same white hot urge, to do something, anything, even if it just means putting your fist through a wall in an unproductive outlet for the blinding rage.

“I’m not-” You shake your head, and you’re biting your lip so hard, trying to stay so desperately in control, that you taste the salty copper of your own blood start to leak into your mouth. “That’s up to Jisung, if he wants to tell you. To tell anyone. But just trust me, okay, when I say that every word that fell from that bastard’s lips were disgusting, selfish lies only meant to cause pain. And they did. And I couldn’t not do something, Minho.”

Minho seems to fight with himself, whether to push you any further, but in the end, he seems to respect your decision, giving a terse nod that you catch from the corner of your eye, and then he sits back on his heels, letting out a long, barely controlled breath.

When you finally allow yourself to look at him, the swirling gold in his irises is only barely starting to die down, and his lips are pressed into a thin, hard line, hinting at the only just restrained anger beneath his blank mask.

“So he deserved it then. The punch, I mean.”

You answer without hesitation, sudden confident fire behind your eyes.

“Absolutely.”

You expect Minho to nod, to leave, now that he’s gotten the answers he’s came for, but instead, he surprises you, leaning over to awkwardly pat the top of your head, as if he’s giving affection to a beloved pet dog.

“Good girl.”

You can’t help the slight purr your wolf lets out at the clear action of approval, although human you immediately shoots him a glare and smacks his hand away from you without any real malice.

“Don’t pet me like a dog.”

Something amused lights up Minho’s eyes at your words, and a slight smirk creases his full upper lip.

“C’mon. Think hard about that choice of words, sweetheart.”

You stick your tongue out at him and he rolls his eyes, but you’re glad to feel the tension between the two of you finally start to dissipate.

His next words appear to physically pain him as he once again catches you completely off guard.

“I’m sorry. For what I said earlier.”

You stare at him, not quite sure you’ve heard right, and then close your mouth, before you glance away from him and mutter out beneath your breath, “It’s fine. I’m sorry too.” Neither of you are very good with apologies.

Finally, Minho clears his throat, and speaks into the awkward silence.

“How mad do you think Chan would be if the two of us just happened to run into this asshole and accidentally break a few of his limbs?”

You bite back a smile and pretend to regard him seriously.

“Absolutely furious. He’d totally kill us.”

The slight smile is back on Minho’s lips as he raises an eyebrow, returning your gaze in a silent question.

“But it’d be worth it right?”

You grin now.

“Totally worth it.”

*****

Now that you and Minho have made up, you rejoin the rest of the pack for movie night.

As you’re waiting for the omegas to pick a movie, Changbin settles into the empty space on the couch next to you, and grunts out beneath his breath, “Heard you and Minho got into it earlier.”

You sigh and Changbin shrugs, throwing an arm around your shoulders, as if he’s anticipating you feeling guilty, though you don’t in the slightest.

“Hey, listen. I get it. There’s very few times when Minho speaks that I don’t want to actually punch him in the face.”

You laugh then and Changbin grins, and the tension once again dissipates.

The omegas finally settle on some romantic comedy that you’ve all seen a hundred times-”but it’s a classic” whines Felix-and everyone settles down in their spots on the couch and on the floor, munching on popcorn and various other snacks, just enjoying each other’s company.

It’s not until Felix starts playing with your fingers between his own that anyone besides Minho notices the cloth wrapped around your knuckles.

“Noona, what happened?” Felix gasps over the sounds of the movie, unwittingly drawing the attention of everyone else in the room.

Chan’s eyes darken noticeably as he seems to glance at your hand for the first time, and Minho sighs heavily from beside him, shooting you a pointed look as if to say see we knew this would happen.

You hurry to comfort Felix before Chan’s head alpha, and anyone else, can get too worked up.

“It’s nothing, Lixie.” You assure him, reaching out to pat his head, before you squeeze his cheek between your fingers, as the worried look in his wide dark eyes, reflected in the light from the tv screen, slowly starts to fade in the face of your calming scent. “I just hurt myself at the gym. That’s all.”

Minho shoots you another look, this one saying something along the lines of wow, really good lie, no one’s gonna see through that one dumbass, but you ignore him, offering the omega as bright a smile as you can muster as Chan seems to take a deep breath and force himself to relax.

You see Jisung shift uncomfortably out of the corner of your eye where he sits beside Hyunjin, and your wolf whines, attention focused solely on the beta.

“We can tell you’re lying by your scent, you know.” Hyunjin remarks offhandedly, bored already with the movie, not looking up from surfing his phone.

Jisung looks close to crying now, and you find yourself growing agitated, all the emotions from before being brought to the forefront once more, and as the smell of detergent bitters, the decay of wilting flowers grows almost overpowering in response.

“Just drop it, would you?” You snap at Hyunjin without thinking, and suddenly, several pairs of wide, shocked eyes are locked on you.

You flex your fingers and the raw stinging pain it creates in your knuckles is enough to ground you, as you take in a long breath through your teeth.

“I’m sorry, I just-”

“It’s my fault.”

Every pair of eyes in the room now turns to Jisung, looking tiny and forlorn in the middle of the couch, visibly curling into himself, tears pooling in the corners of his large, dark eyes.

He bites his lip and doesn’t look at any of you, and your wolf is whimpering, but you don’t make any sort of movement toward him, just breathe out, “No, Sungie, it’s fine-”

“She got into a fight.” Jisung looks at Chan now, who is on high alert, every muscle in his body tense. “Because of me. I’m sorry, hyung.”

Chan stares at the withering beta for another long moment, and then he’s whirling on you, eyes flashing an angry copper.

“You got into a fight?”

His words are quiet, eerily calm, but you can see the barely withheld fury just beneath his expressionless mask.

You bristle under his stare, and for the second time today, feel at odds with the other alpha.

“Yeah but-”

Chan cuts you off with a snarl, and the rest of the pack members are so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“Did you even consider the consequences? Consider that you could be putting Jisung-a beta and our mate-in serious danger?”

It’s all so unfair, so misconstrued, and your heart is suddenly loud, angry, in your ears, blood pounding furiously beneath your skin, and every inch of you is focused not on the angry alpha before you, but Jisung, sinking further and further into the couch as the argument progresses, trying to disappear. .

“No, but that’s-”

Chan surges to his feet, and you know you should be cowed, know you should back down, but you can’t, because you’re tired and angry and altogether feeling a little bit too protective right now, and so you stand to meet him, right there in the middle of the living room, movie forgotten.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

“It was one punch!” You snap back, matching his step toward you, so close now that your noses are almost brushing. “And I was thinking about Jisung that’s why I-”

“I can’t believe you-”

“Would you let me finish?”

It’s the second time today, once again, that you’ve raised your voice at Chan, at any member of the pack, and it goes over about as well as you’d expect, the head alpha’s eyes flashing dangerously, his lips pressing into a thin line.

Behind him, Minho rises from the couch and puts a careful hand on his shoulder.

“Chan-”

The air is so heavy with incoming thunder clouds that it’s hard to breathe.

Chan shakes him off roughly, still staring you down, but he doesn’t speak over you again, so you take the brief opportunity to surge forward.

“If you would just listen to me, I could explain everything, but you’re so worried about your big, scary head alpha ego that I can’t get a word in edgewise!”

Chan’s lips pull up into the start of a snarl, and a low growl rumbles from his throat, but you don’t back down, holding his glare with one of your own.

Changbin is up beside you now too, and you can tell he’s poised to jump in if this physically comes to blows judging by the look he gives Minho across the two of you.

“Watch your tone.”

You scoff, and you know it’s a bad move, but you can’t help yourself.

“Then watch yours, alpha.”

You’re both menacingly in the other’s space, and you’re clenching your fingers so tightly that your knuckles are screaming in protest, but the pain keeps you on edge, alert, as you stare down the other alpha.

The room is drowning in damp and frost, violently at odds.

“Stop, will you just stop!”

All eyes turn to Jisung, up from the couch now, hands clenched into fists, tear stained cheeks hot and red, bottom lip quivering as he stares at the two of you.

Chan sighs and reaches out a hand toward the obviously upset beta.

“Jisung-”

“No!” He shakes his head violently, obviously catching himself, and Chan, off guard with his forceful denial. “No.” He repeats again, softer this time, tears dripping once more. “This was all my fault, okay? So stop blaming her. And blame me instead.”

Your wolf balks at the idea instantly, snarling and snapping.

“Jisung-” You try, voice soft and careful, taking a cautious step away from Chan and toward the beta, who looks dangerously close to fleeing the room.

He shakes his head once more, and rips his hand out of Hyunjin’s grasp, desperately trying to keep him in place, and takes a faltering step toward the door.

“No. He was right, okay? I can’t do anything right. I’m useless. And I’m sorry. I’m so-”

His words are cut off by a choked sob, and he turns and flees the living room.

Chan moves to go after him, and it has your wolf snarling, turning on him in an instant, fangs bared and dangerous possessive gold swirling beneath your irises.

“Don’t.” You warn in a low, oddly calm voice, and for once, he listens to you, immediately stopping in his tracks at the strong wave of frosted pine that rolls off of you. “I think you’ve done enough.”

He opens his mouth, and the anger is gone from his face, replaced by exhaustion, but you don’t let him speak, whirling on your heel without another glance and following Jisung out of the living room, away from the rest of the pack.

******

You’re not surprised to see Jisung curled up in the middle of the betas’ shared bed, hidden under the fabric of the comforter, but you are slightly surprised that he doesn’t even try to fight you when you slide in next to him and pull him into your arms.

He probably recognized you from your scent the moment you walked through the door but still.

You don’t say anything for a minute, listening to the muted sound of his sniffles, hands rubbing absently, comfortingly over the fabric of his hoodie that covers his stomach, and finally, he whispers out, “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you still apologizing?” You question seriously, nosing against the bare skin at the juncture where his neck meets his shoulder, feeling the way he trembles and shrinks into you as you brush comfortingly against his scent gland.

“Because.” He sighs, the sound shuddering off at the end, and he sounds so tired, it makes your heart ache and your wolf whine pitifully. “You got hurt, and I made you and hyung fight-”

“You didn’t make us do anything.” You interrupt firmly, reaching up to stroke back damp dark hair from the skin of his forehead with the palm of your hand. “Chan and I are both adults who make our own decisions. We were at odds, yes, but it truthfully had nothing to do with you. Maybe that was the trigger, but it wasn’t the end. Sometimes alphas just get a little bit too protective for their own good. We’ll make up eventually. We always do.”

Jisung sniffs and reaches up to wipe at his nose with the back of his hand, bottom lip sucked between his teeth.

You reach up and carefully free the plump skin with the pad of your thumb, before cupping his chin and angling his head to meet your gaze.

“Promise me something.”

Jisung swallows as your scent spikes, wisteria blooming in the space between the two of you.

“Okay.”

You run a finger along the line of his jaw, then across the arch of his cheekbones, down the sloped tip of his nose, tracing the outline of his full, pink lips.

“Promise me, that you won’t ever give that son of a bitch-or the completely untruthful things he said-another thought.”

Jisung is silent, chewing on his bottom lip again beneath your stern gaze, and after a few moments of saying nothing, you smile halfheartedly and tap him under the chin, a wordless plea to look at you again.

He does so reluctantly, and you cock your head, looking at him curiously.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, baby?”

Jisung sighs and buries his head in the safety of your chest, and instead of trying to dig him back out, you simply begin to card your fingers through his hair, soft ebony locks like silk between your fingers.

“What if he’s right though?”

“He’s not.” You reply without room for arguement and Jisung whines, low and sad in his throat, and your wolf is begging you to do something.

“Jisung.”

You use your alpha voice when you say his name, and it instantly has him looking up at you, eyes wide and pupils dark.

You soften your tone, reaching up to thumb gently at the corner of his mouth.

“You and I both know he’s not. You are a vital member of this pack, and we would be incomplete without you.”

“Stop chewing on your lip.” You laugh gently and free the poor, reddening skin from between the beta’s teeth once more.

“Sorry.”

“And stop apologizing.” You tease lightly, reaching up to boop the tip of his nose with your finger, and you’re pleased to see the corner of his mouth tick, as if he’s thinking about smiling.

The door creaks open, and Minho appears, shutting it quietly, before leaning back against the solid wood and blowing out a long low whistle from between his teeth.

“Shit. I’ve never seen Chan that angry before.”

You roll your eyes at the other alpha’s name and don’t look at the newcomer, instead, burying your nose into Jisung’s hair, breathing in the ever clearing scent of clean laundry.

“Yeah, well.”

Minho appears at the edge of the bed, and there is a slightly proud smirk on his lips ashe regards you.

“I’ve also never seen him back down that quickly.”

You grin into Jisung’s hair and repeat again, smugly this time, with a slight shrug, “Yeah, well.”

“Hyung.” Jisung whines from within your arms, making grabby hands at the other alpha, and though Minho sighs heavily and rolls his eyes, he slides into the bed with the two of you without any protest, sandwiching Jisung’s other side.

You meet his gaze over the top of the beta’s head, and raise a brow at him.

“What?”

Minho shakes his head. “Nothing. I’m just still impressed.”

You flash him a smirk. “Ah, don’t be intimidated, baby.”

Minho rolls his eyes again, so hard you’re afraid they’re going to fall out, and flashes you the bird behind Jisung’s head.

“Yeah, whatever, sweetheart. If you ever tell anyone I admitted that, I’ll gut you like a fish.”

“I could be into that.”

Jisung stirs between the two of you and glances up from beneath dark bangs, eyes wide and doe like, rimmed by long, black lashes.

Your wolf purrs at the sight.

“Weird. But also.” He glances at Minho now, lips slightly parted. “Hyung, did you patch up her hand?”

“Hey.” You protest, tickling his side lightly until he jerks his hips away from you slightly in an effort to get out of reach. You pull him right back. “How do you know I didn’t do it myself?”

Jisung audibly scoffs. “Please. I’ve seen Changbin-hyung put on your bandaids for you. You’re not fooling anyone.” You gasp dramatically and look across at Minho with a stare that clearly says can you believe this punk?, but he only raises a brow in return, as if to say, I absolutely can.

“Yes, I bandaged her knuckles.” He glances back to you. “You’re welcome by the way.”

You stick your tongue out at him and he leans across Jisung to try and grab it and rip it from between your teeth.

Luckily, you’re quick enough to escape the very obvious attack.

You glance down at Jisung, and he seems sleepy, comforted by the cocktail of you and Minho’s scents.

“Feeling better, Sungie?” You ask, running your fingers up and down his throat, carefully tracing his scent glands.

“Mmhmm.” He hums out, and then he cracks an eye open and glances up at you. “You’re gonna make up with Chan-hyung right?”

You sigh and Minhos hides an amused smirk in the edge of Jisung’s hair as you glare over at him before turning back to the beta.

“Yeah. Eventually.” You admit, not quite sure what else he wants from you right now.

“Good.” It seems to placate him, because Jisung nods and closes his eyes again, snuggling into your warmth. “I don’t like when my alphas fight.”

Minho snorts from his other side. “Yeah, and apparently, one of us isn’t very good at it, because no one with correct form would mark their knuckles up that badly from one punch.”

“Sorry, Jisung baby.” You say, cracking said knuckles as you look across to the smug Minho with a hot glare. “Looks like the alphas are going to be fighting a little bit longer because I suddenly have to kick Minho’s ass.”

Minho’s smirk only grows. “I’d love to see you try, sweetheart. Now that I’ve seen the way you fight, I’m not all that terrified.”

Jisung laughs between the two of you-high and clear and so intrinsically Jisung-and everything feels right again.

Your wolf relaxes for the first time since that morning as the air is finally filled with the clear, undeniable scent of freshly done laundry.

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description: a month in the life of you and your college roommate, minho—except you’re from rival universities preparing for an intercollegiate cheerdance competition member: minho / lee know genre: fluff, sports au (off-season universe), college au, roommates au, slice of life, friends to lovers au word count: 7.9k warning: explicit language, mentions of food, injuries, & harassment; a very jealous and protective minho notes: ah yes another sports au about a sport i’m not well-versed in that ended up not making sense + anw whatever danceracha pep squad agenda 💅

week 1 of 4

Minho finally releases the laugh he’s been holding for the past ten minutes, shaking his head in disbelief before hopping off of the edge of the sink where he’s been quietly judging you. “Seriously,” He smirks teasingly, expertly dodging your disapproving frown and your attempt at smacking his arm as he stands between you and the mirror then takes the comb from your hands. “You look fine—kind of wonky, actually, but you’ll live.”

“Ya!” You huff with a light stomp of your foot on the bathroom tiles, reaching up for the blue comb to no avail for he immediately lifts it high above his head. “Give me the comb!”

“Why don’t you dry your hair first before worrying about how you look?” He suggests with another laugh, leaning back on the sink when you start jumping over him for the comb. “It looks weirder when you try combing it down while it’s still wet.”

You groan when he starts taunting you by waving the comb in his hands, eventually giving up to stand back and cross your arms in annoyance. “I’m so—I just feel so iffy about this haircut, that’s all!”

“Well, that’s pep squad for you—but you already know that.” He shrugs, finally putting the comb down behind him in exchange for the orange towel you abandoned a while back to obsessively comb down your bangs. “Anyway, the bangs are the least of your worries. Aren’t you guys dyeing your hair on Friday?”

“Yeah,” You sigh in frustration, lifting a hand up to rub your temple. “Our costumes department is insane, I’m telling you.”

“Try our costumes department.” Minho retorts, throwing the towel over your damp hair after. “Though we’re doing a Michael Jackson-inspired routine, the costumes still need to have our school colors. Imagine all the black and gold and the make-up we’ll have to do for one part—“

You manage to crack a smile at this as you now busy yourself with drying your hair, making Minho chuckle in front of you as well. “Ah, right. Isn’t Felix volunteering for your costumes this year, though? Why don’t you approach him if you’re so bothered?”

“Then you’ll have to see Jeongin for your hair.” He points out.

“Jeongin? Right, nevermind, then. The kid’s scary when he’s in his element.” You huff, your hand on your temple then going up to your bangs. “I’ll just have to live with this for the next 1.5 years at most, I guess.”

“Then that’s settled.” Minho shrugs for the second time, tsking after once he notices your slow pace. Taking a step forward, you then catch a glimpse of Minho picking up your hair dryer from the other side of the sink counter from the corner of your eye before plugging it on the nearest wall socket. “You’re so slow! We’re watching a movie, remember? I don’t want water dripping on the couch.”

Swiftly, you elbow his stomach when he moves to your side. “Well, I’ll have to let you know that hair doesn’t dry that quickly when you’ve bleached it twice.”

“You could’ve been a little quicker about it if you weren’t so focused on your bangs.” He scolds, carding his fingers through your hair before pointing the noisy hairdryer on you and starting with your newly-cut bangs. “What even is the reason behind the red hair, anyway?”

“It’s our school colors, dumbass.” You remind him with a scoff, removing the towel on top of your head and moving it to the opposite side of where Minho is currently working. “Naeun actually managed to find a supplier with the exact same shade of red our school uses, it’s kind of cool.”

“Not like anyone would recognize it on compet.” Minho pouts. “Green would’ve been funnier. Isn’t that your other school color?”

“Excuse you, we have one of the biggest crowds every year? Plus, green would look too wacky. It could be distracting with our theme.”

“As if people from your school go around recognizing that specific shade of red.”

“I’m going to fucking hit you with this towel.” You glower, only making him laugh as he nonchalantly guides you by your shoulders to move closer to the hairdryer’s socket. “Let’s just see who’s going to be laughing when I see you in costume on compet.”

“Please, I’ll rock the outfit so much you’ll forget you even said that.” Your roommate rolls his eyes, turning you around so he can work on the back of your head. “What will you be wearing, by the way?”

Minho steals a glance at you from the mirror, raising his eyebrows slightly, and you answer, “Still the same but in black and a new design.”

“So...top and tights?” He asks and you nod eagerly, your hair almost slipping right through his fingertips.

“You’ll love the designs.” You muse, picking up the blue comb once again to use on the dried parts of your head. ”Naeun designed them really well!”

“A bit of a basic choice for your second to last college competition, don’t you think?” He teases, making you reach up behind you to smack his arm. “Didn’t you guys do the same thing but in navy last year?”

“Call it basic again when I take it home, I dare you.” You retort before chuckling along with him. “Are you done?”

“Almost there.” He answers automatically, slowly inching along to your other side while gently moving you closer to the wall socket and turning you around to face the opposite wall by your shoulders. “Your hair’s so hard to dry.”

“I didn’t even ask for your help.” You point out. “You just barged in here to clown my bangs.”

“Yeah, then I realized that that’s what’s taking you so long that we can’t watch our Sunday movie.” Minho huffs, finally reaching your other side to dry the last strands of your hair. “I’m being a good Samaritan for once, you should at least say thank you.”

You giggle, nodding teasingly. “Right, right. Thank you, Minhooo!” You tease, knowing very well in your almost 5 years of living with him how rare these moments indeed are. “So...done?”

After a long pause, Minho turns the hairdryer off and takes out the plug from the wall socket behind you before taking a step back away from you. “Yup, done.” He affirms, running his index finger through your bangs horizontally once with a giggle. “Your bangs are so funny.”

You frown at him, smacking his arm for the third time tonight before turning around to tidy up everything you’ve used. “I hate you.”

But your roommate only pats your head in response before taking another step back and heading to the bathroom door. “I’ll set up the movie now!” He says as he walks away, glancing back at you with a smile before crossing the other side of the open door. “Hurry up, okay?!”

“Take the hoodie down! Take the hoodie down!” Jisung and Minho mischievously chant by your shoe racks at the entrance once you arrive home from training at the end of the week. The two hold Soonie and Doongie respectively in front of them for emphasis, lifting the cats up and down as if they were holding banners to a sports game. “Take the hoodie down! Take the hoodie down!”

You only roll your eyes at the two as you discard your shoes properly next to them, patting Soonie and Doongie’s heads affectionately then smacking the side of Minho’s head. “Move out of the way, losers.” You command instead with a wave of your hand and a tired giggle, the two laughing along and obligingly stepping aside for you to hang your gym bag up on the metal hooks right behind them. “And Jisung, why are you still here? It’s 9 PM.”

“We’re finishing our game tonight and I wanted to see your new hair!” He answers in his defense, putting Soonie down when Minho does with Doongie. “Now, take the hoodie down! Take the hoodie down!”

Taking out your plastic bag of used clothes and empty tumbler out of your gym bag after, you sigh in defeat and remove your hoodie. “Fine, fine, fine, there.”

Your roommate and his best friend both erupt in whistles and cheers at your bright red hair in response.

“Oh damn!” Jisung exclaims more dramatically and pats your shoulders in approval, ruffling your hair after. By your socked feet, Soonie meows enthusiastically as he tries climbing up your leg. “Look, even Soonie likes it!”

A small step behind the younger boy, you see your roommate with a much cooler reaction, smirking at you and mouthing, “Pretty,” with a wink before vocally adding, “It’s not so bad,” when Jisung then turns to him and asks him what he thinks. “Y/N’s had far worse hairstyles before.”

“I’m going to shove my clothes down your throat.” You threaten him with a chuckle, holding your bundle of used clothes higher as if you were going to throw it towards him. “Anyway, you’ve seen my hair now so let me through, I still have to sort these out and wash up.”

"You have dinner on the table, too, so eat before you go to bed.” Minho adds, pointing to the open doorway down the hall leading to your kitchen.

“Did you cook?”

“Take-out.” Minho answers plainly before gesturing for the three of you to move to the living room. You and Jisung follow him down the hallway. “Pizza and wings.”

Meanwhile, Jisung pouts at you as he links his arms with yours. “Ya, Y/N, you’re not going to watch our stream?”

“Maybe some other time.” You frown, your tiredness slowly coming back now that your friends have naturally stopped joking around. “I’m really sleepy.”

“Practice was that harsh?” Jisung asks next, stopping you right in the middle of the living room before you could proceed further to the left of the hallway to your room. Minho, on the other hand, walks ahead of you and proceeds to plop down on the sofa to set up their game once again. “Jeongin told me you’re changing the choreography a bit.”

“Seungkwan injured his foot really bad so we’re adjusting for alternatives in case he doesn’t recover in time.” You nod sadly, scratching your head in frustration. “And he’s my one of my bases for most stunts, including the exhibition, so I’m making the most adjustments.”

“Oh,” Jisung muses in realization, pausing a bit before another smile graces his features as he then lifts your hoodie back up to your head. “we should play quietly, then, right Minho?”

Minho only nods at this without even sparing a glance back at you.

“Yup, we’ll try to be quiet!” Jisung promises again, his grin growing bigger. “Sleep well, then, Y/N!”

“Hm, thanks, goodnight to you, I guess.” You greet him back, looking over his shoulder to see Minho glancing back up at you. “Goodnight Minho.”

Your roommate sweetly waves goodnight to you before turning mischievous by snickering and pointing at your red hair again. You roll your eyes and quietly threaten him with your clothes again in response before bidding him and Jisung another goodnight, proceeding to your room after.

Surprisingly, the two rowdy boys kept to their word after you’ve finished dinner and mostly whispered yelled through the walls of the living room for the rest of the night, mostly Minho scolding Jisung for cursing at their game and reminding him to quiet down for you.

week 2 of 4

You come home from Thursday practice two hours later than usual and completely drained, trudging down the entrance hallway of your shared apartment to the rustling of your used clothes and the obnoxious empty noises of your tumbler that quickly alerts Minho and his three cats of your presence. Excitedly greeting you from the kitchen area, Minho looks up at you from feeding Soonie, Doongie, and Dori under your dining table and waves at you, his smile immediately faltering into a confused one when he sees your frown. “Hey. Are you okay? Why are you late?” He points out with a nervous chuckle. “You could’ve just called me to pick you up.”

You don’t answer, opting instead to tiredly settle on the seat nearest to his side and resting your arms and head down on the table, missing the dinner set Minho prepared for you by a hair as you do so. “I missed the first bus home because I was distracted from being so pissed off at this newbie being a creep during practice.” You scoff as nonchalantly as you can. “It’s okay now, tho—”

“What?!” Before you could even finish your sentence, however, Minho surprisingly leaves his cats’ side, moving over to sit next to you to the side where your head is limply tilted. “Who’s this guy? What did they do?”

You shift uncomfortably in your seat at the sudden rise in Minho’s tone and then see him instinctively scooting away in response, an attempt to give you space in case you’re uncomfortable. “Do you remember Park Joon? The guy I’ve told you before who’s been hitting on me and some of my teammates since he got in the team?” You start off after and you see your roommate following you along again, this time propping an elbow up on the table and nodding along. You also see him open his mouth to speak before closing it again, gesturing for you to continue. “Coach picked him to be Seungkwan’s replacement for the stunts and we practiced our choreography for exhibition today after team practice.

“It was fine, at first, he adjusted quickly to filling in for Seungkwan and all—until in one of our final stunts, he started groping me inappropriately that my other teammates had to stop immediately once they noticed and told our coach about it.”

"What?! What the fuck?!” Minho reacts with furrowed eyebrows and a scowl on his face. Sitting up properly now, he then worriedly asks, “W-What did—what did Coach Im do?”

You sigh, lifting up your head up after as you tiredly prop your own elbow up to mirror him. “Coach was furious that she immediately had him kicked out of practice without even hearing his side.“ You answer shakily, carding your fingers through your hair. “She also said that she’ll report him to admin after so we won’t be hearing about the guy until graduation...”

In front of you, Minho releases a breath you didn’t even notice he’s been holding as you speak, cautiously moving his chair towards you again and patting your back comfortingly. “That’s...fuck, I’m sorry you had to go through that...I’m glad Coach Im kicked him out after. Fuck...” He mirrors your frown, albeit sadder than your frustrated one. “Are you—I mean, do you want me to get you something? Do you need anything? I—”

“I’m fine, Minho, just annoyed now that we have to adjust everything again.” You huff, your voice shaking just slightly that Minho almost misses it.

“The choreography’s the least of your worries now, that fucking creep just harassed you.” Minho points out softly and cautiously, meeting your eyes before hesitantly stroking your hair. “I swear, if I was there, I would’ve—”

You shake your head immediately, cutting him off with what you could muster up as an assuring smile. “Seriously...it’s fine. I’m fine—still a bit shaken but I’m kind of comforted that he got kicked out for it and that Jeongin and the others stood up for me.” You add with more conviction now because of Minho’s words. “Please don’t do anything stupid about this for me. I’m so over it right now, trust me.”

“Really? You promise?” He asks you to which you nod back in response. “Well, if you say so but—do you need anything else right now or later? I can commute with you again if you want me to or something...”

You shake your head at his last offer. “No, no, that’s really too much of a hassle for you. It’s fine. To be honest, I just want to sleep and not think about it anymore right now.” You pout after, scooting your chair closer to the meal you’ve accidentally forgotten throughout this whole conversation. “Thank you for listening and worrying, though, Minho. I really appreciate it.”

Your roommate opens his mouth again to retort but is suddenly interrupted by Dori brushing up against your legs and purring at you. “What’s that Dori?” Your roommate asks the cat in his usual pouting tone instead, lifting the cat up and placing it on his lap. Dori, however, only fixes his gaze on you and purrs again. “Hm? You want to go to Y/N and make them feel better? Okay, okay.”

He then carefully sets the cat on your lap, standing up after to affectionately stroke your hair again. “If that’s all then eat first before you wash up and go to bed.” He then returns to his original thought before going back to the other two cats. “And do tell me if you need anything, okay?”

“I will.” You muster up another smile to which Minho returns with a smile of his own. “Thanks again, Minho.”

He only hums, briefly leaning forward as if to encase you in a hug before hesitating last minute and turning his attention back to his cats. “Eat your food.”

The next day, Minho surprises you by waking up earlier and following you all the way to the bus stop with his own gym bag and backpack.

“It’s Friday.” You point out as your bus approaches.

He nods nonchalantly, turning to you with a smile. “Yeah, I can tell. The cafe across the street’s selling mint frappe until 10 AM.”

“No, I mean,” You shake your head. “isn’t your first class at 2 PM today?”

“Yeah?” He answers in a tone that pretends to be oblivious of where you’re taking this conversation.

“Then why are you all dressed up with your things?” At this the bus approaches, opening right in front of you and Minho. Before you could even step in the public vehicle, Minho beats you to it and takes your hand in his, pulling you along.

“I’m meeting up with Jisung to study.” He answers belatedly to you as he swipes his bus card, stepping aside after for you to follow.

“Bullshit.” You mumble under your breath, mirroring his actions anyway and following him to the seats right behind the driver as the bus roars back to life. “You’re in different programs, Minho.”

“You could just say ‘thank you’ and get it over with“ He teases, nudging your shoulder with his before smoothly slinging an arm over you. “And I really am meeting up with Jisung today, just after his 10 AM. He’s taking a science elective this semester and he needs help with it.”

You tilt your head towards him, seeing his anticipating expression. With an amused chuckle, you give him a side hug instead, burying your face in the material of his black hoodie and catching him off-guard. “Thank you.”

He hugs you back with a laugh.

“I know what will make you feel better!” Your roommate announces as he barges in your room unannounced the following Saturday afternoon, plopping down at the foot of your bed as you work on your term papers on the other side. “Well, at least, Chan does since he was technically the one who suggested it.”

“I feel fine, though? What are you talking about?” You raise an eyebrow at him, stealing glances over to him as you continue working.

Minho comically rolls closer to you, propping an elbow up on the mattress to stop and showing you his phone displaying his chat history with Chan. “Are you sure? Like well enough that you won’t even be bothered that Chan got us tickets to see the Hyunjin’s final game next Sunday?” He wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, snickering when your eyes widen.

Immediately, your fingers stop typing away on your keyboard and you look up at him in purse shock. “What?!” You exclaim in disbelief, leaning closer to his phone screen and squinting your eyes at the chain of messages exchanged between your two friends. “Seriously? Didn’t this game get sold out weeks ago?”

“Yeah but, you know, Chan has his socializing ways.” Your roommate shrugs, taking his phone back to his side to clasp his hands together. “So? What do we think?”

“Um, yeah, of course, let’s go!” You answer matter-of-factly, taking his phone and typing in your reply for emphasis. “I mean, you are taking me, right? This isn’t a joke?”

“Only if I can take the other ticket.” He winks, lifting his upper body higher from the mattress to rest his chin on top of your laptop screen. “So, yes?”

You nod enthusiastically with a giggle, making Minho jump up into a sit in joy.

“Clear your schedule for next Sunday, Y/N! We’re watching the finals!”

week 3 of 4

Coach Im distributes your finished costumes on your first practice of the week after her final reminders and announcements and you make sure to contain your excitement as best as you can on your commute home until after you’ve finished dinner in order to open it with an equally excited Minho.

Eagerly, your roommate now peers over your shoulder on the sofa after having hurriedly washed the dishes, holding Dori up to his chest as he does so.

“See? It’s so pretty!” You exclaim once you’ve taken everything out of the plastic wrapping, holding up your black fitted cropped top, lined with a complex geometric pattern in colors inspired by the pride flag, for your roommate and all of his three cats to see. “It came out really well!”

Minho nods in approval at the black spandex while Dori unconsciously mirrors him when you turn to the two. “The printing didn’t fuck up Naeun’s design on the first print for once.” He muses, making you chuckle. “It looks cool.”

“They took it to a different printing shop this time.” You clarify, laying down the top right next to a sleeping Doongie on the nearby coffee table before taking out the bottoms. “This material’s really nice, too. I tried it on with everyone a while back and the stretch is really nice.”

“I take that as I’ll see this costume being used in the gym after, then?” Minho jokes, earning him a jab on the elbow when he puts Dori down after. “What? So, pajamas?”

“You didn’t have to call me out like that!” You protest, leaning back on the couch and placing a passing Soonie on your lap. “I really like this costume.”

“Because you say that with all of your costumes!” Minho retorts, hovering Dori over your costume when the cat starts purring and tilting its head towards it.

“I happen to love everything my friends design.” You correct, chuckling at Dori who’s now escaped Minho’s grasp to sniff and snuggle into your clothes. “Now, when is that black and red vest coming in again?”

“It came today too but I won’t show it to you.” Your roommate sticks his tongue out at you, earning him a string of protests from you. “You’ll just have to see on compet day!”

“What? No! Unfair!” You pout.

“You’ll just have to see next week!” He insists anyway, laughing at your furrowed eyebrows and scowl. “I don’t want you getting too distracted with me when you should be focusing on memorizing your choreography, you scatterbrain.”

“Ya! Ugh, you’re so full of yourself!”

You find his vest in the laundry the following day, anyways, when you needed to retrieve one of your shirts from your laundry area. You make sure to tease him about it with a photo of you holding up his vest after and sending it to him through private chat.

“Ah, so mean!” He replies.

“Let’s go Hwang Hyunjin, kick some ass!” You yell as loud as you can in your seat amidst all the cheers for your friend echoing around the arena. Next to you, Minho laughs through his drink at your enthusiasm, your initial awkwardness at sitting on his university’s side of the audience for this volleyball game clearly gone now as you wildly wave your green balloon. “Wooh, go Hyunjin!”

“God, what would our friends from your uni say when they see you cheering for our team?” He chuckles once you’ve calmed down, adjusting your white hat as you settle back comfortably in your seat once again.

You roll your eyes at him, picking your Cola up from your respective cup holder and taking a sip. “Shut up, it’s not like I’m alone here.” You retort after, pointing at Changbin who’s with Jisung at the other end of the row. “Even Yeji’s somewhere in the crowd, too, supporting her cousin.”

“Still, it’s not everyday you’re on this side.” He argues back, scrunching up his face again when you get momentarily distracted by Hyunjin scoring another point for his team. “Ah, you’re so hyped today! How come you never cheer like this for me?”

“Because we’re in the same sport, Minho.” You laugh this time, catching his fake pout from the corner of your eye. “Besides, I cheer for you, too, just in a different way—woah, did you see that?! Woah, as expected of Choi Bomin!”

Minho couldn’t say anything else to you after as you easily become occupied by the heated game again, cheering mostly for Hyunjin and occasionally Sanha who’s on the opposing team. He patiently waits for you to turn your attention back to him anyway, which only takes 3 points on his university and 4 points on Sanha’s. “Why? So, I can’t ask you to wear my school’s shirt and things like that if ever?” He asks cheekily once he’s gotten your attention again.

You scoff against the heat rising up your neck. “W-What? Why? Are you giving them to me as pajamas?”

He shakes his head, chuckling. “No, I mean, while on compet.” He clarifies before gesturing over to his shirt you borrowed from him today with another pout. “It’s just that you borrowed my shirt to cheer on Hyunjin today. Can’t you do that next week for me too?”

You glance back at him incredulously, making him chuckle nervously. “If I want Jeongin to chop my head off and Seungmin to call me a traitor until awarding, then I might.” You scoff playfully, deepening his pout and puppy eyes. “Don’t pull that look on me! Where is this even coming from all of a sudden?”

“I just thought about it.” He shrugs, warming your face even more. “Can’t you really do it? I’ll even wear your shirt if I have to.”

“Ah, just say you think I look cute in your shirt and go.” You roll your eyes jokingly, your seemingly nonchalant disposition slowly crumbling down in front of him anyway. “Minho, your secret crush on me is kind of showing, you might have to watch out for yourself on that, ha.”

“So? What about it?” He mumbles under his breath, catching you off-guard without him meaning to.

“What?” Your eyes widen curiously.

“What?” He repeats, mirroring your expression in feigned innocence before his eyes slowly flit back to the game. “Oh hey, we scored again!”

“Lee Minho!”

“What?!” He chuckles, avoiding your gaze now as you suddenly switch roles with him cheering loudly for his university. “Go Hwang Hyunjin!”

One of your university shirts doesn’t come back to you from the laundry after that.

week 4 of 4

On the Saturday night before the competition, you skip your traditional sleepaway camp and senior send-off with your team to have a sleepover in your apartment living room with your roommate, setting up sleeping bags on the floor next to Soonie, Doongie, and Dori’s beds and queueing up old competition videos on your television. Minho, on the other hand, re-heats all of the remaining leftovers in your refrigerator and buys extra side dishes and drinks from the convenience store on the first floor of your building for dinner.

“What should we watch first?” You ask once you’ve finished eating and washing the dishes, the TV’s remote on your right hand while the other massages Dori’s head as the grey cat circles your feet. “Hm, Dori? What video do you want to dance to first?”

Minho then re-emerges from the kitchen, stretching his limbs as he approaches you before snatching the remote and answering for Dori, “I have just the video in mind!”

“Ya!” You glare at him, reaching up to retrieve the remote again but, as he always does, Minho immediately raises the device above his head as he scrolls down the folder of videos on the TV. “If you’re thinking about that vid, I’m going to—“

But Minho only laughs at you, quickly scrolling down the videos anyway against your attempts of stopping him until he finds your very first cheer dance routine at the bottom of the folder. “Here, found it!” He chuckles in victory after a struggle, throwing the remote on the side and pulling you close to the first part of the paired dance that serves as the choreography’s intro. “Let’s dance!”

“Nooo!” You protest, turning your eyes away from the screen as you see yourself in your Freshman year, dancing to a Jungle-themed routine, while Minho only cackles in your misery, following the steps precisely as he spins and twirls you on time before letting go.

“No, you have to do it with me!” He insists as the choreography now forces him to part with you, his gaze alternating between you and the screen. “Come on, Y/N!”

You groan under his anticipating gaze, following him and the video along after a pause in utter defeat.

“Why are you so embarrassed about this routine? You looked cute here!” He points out as you now do the group jumps, easily finding you in the video since you’re often at the center. “Besides the teased hair and the amount of black eyeshadow on your make-up, of cour—“

“I tripped the most on this routine!” You remind him just as you do trip on the way to being lifted in the video. “See?”

“You were a 1st year then, that’s totally understandable.” He dismisses anyway with a wave of his hand, the two of you stopping to watch the first sequence of lifts. “You remember when I almost fucked up my solo on the same compet because I couldn’t remember the steps towards the end?”

“Yeah but you improvised—“

“And Coach Kim made sure to have me sit out the Nationals after.” Minho rolls his eyes. The two of you then go back to dancing, laughing along to the steps you find silly and scaring your three cats by pretending to lift your hands up as if preparing to do tumbles. “Point is, we’re much better cheer dancers now than before! Look, this routine’s even easier to follow now than when you were practicing this with me 4 years ago.”

“If you put it that way, then, I guess...” You muse out loud until another thought crosses your mind. “We should play that video of yours next, then! That was the exhibition, right?”

“Fine, fine.” He sighs teasingly. “but first let’s finish this! Ah, 6 minutes is so long when it’s so focused so much on dancing!”

You then spend the rest of the night dancing to your shared old competition videos until you eventually felt sleepy (and the old couple living right under your unit started banging on the floor, their ceiling, with an umbrella).

“Kids, whatever canoodling it is you’re doing, you need to stop, it’s 2 AM!” Mr. Lee yells from his window right below yours as you and Minho fall on your sleeping bags tiredly, making the two of you laugh.

“Who even uses the word ‘canoodling’ these days?” You scoff in between uncontrollable fits of giggles, rolling over to your stomach and lazily crawling over to your pillow. “And they think we’re doing something weird again! Mr. and Mrs. Lee are sweet and all but sometimes, their minds...”

Next to you, Minho clutches his stomach as he laughs. “Why?” He smirks playfully, sitting up and scooting over to his own sleeping bag. “They’re just being old people. Does it bother you that much? Do you actually want to do something weird with me?”

You scrunch your nose in disgust up at him hovering over you, pushing him away when he tries tickling your sides. “Ew, Minho! No, get away from me!”

A few hours later, you ended up having to deal with Minho sprawled all over your sleeping area and refusing to wake up at exactly 9 AM to prepare and head out of the apartment.

“Minho.” You call his name firmly, poking his arm draped over your waist. “Come on, you big baby, or the cats are gonna eat you for breakfast.”

“Nooo, 5 more minutes.” He whines tiredly, unconsciously snuggling up to your neck when Doongie and Soonie pass by his face, slapping their tails across his cheeks. “I’m so tired from last night.”

“I told you not to put on that video of yours from last season.” You scold, finally managing to lift his hand and kick his leg away from you. “Whatever, I’m feeding the cats. You get up and cook breakfast, okay?”

“In a bit.” He waves you off, rolling over to his stomach and grabbing the nearest cat, in his case Doongie.

Minho was right in that he really works his team’s outfit even when he’s not fully fond of it, you realize six hours later when you meet again at the competition’s venue and see him for the first time in his full gold top, black slacks, and shoes. He winks at you from across the room as you untie the knots of your purple, red, and yellow pom poms, gesturing to his outfit after and mouthing, “Like it?”

You wordlessly flash him a thumbs up in approval before showing him his shirt you’re wearing over your costume as he made you promise over breakfast, making him giggle over the hand fan he holds up to his face before focusing back on his conversation with Chan who’s filming an interview with him and the other captains of the participating teams as a courtside reporter.

Seungmin, preparing for his own pre-competition interview on the side, then takes the latter as his cue to sit next to you on the benches. “Minho scares me.”

“Minho always scares you.” You chuckle, elbowing his side and sparing him a quick glance before going back to your work. “What did you do this time, Minnie? Hit him with your cue cards?”

But your team’s persistent courtside reporter only shakes his head from the corner of your eye, glancing up ahead of you once again before repeating, “No, seriously, he was glaring at Eunwoo a while ago when you were talking to him and now he’s all smiley and winking at you now that you’re alone. It kind of scares me and I’m not the one being looked at.”

You whip your head over to the same direction, easily spotting Minho again whose eyes immediately soften up at your gaze gaze before smirking and winking again at you. Turning back to Seungmin after, you shrug and say, “He looks fine to me. He‘s always greasy in public by default.”

The younger boy only sighs in defeat, rubbing his temples as he replies, “I don’t know what’s going on in your home life but I’m saying this as a concerned friend and bystander: get a room.”

“What?!”

“Do everyone a favor, it’s getting annoying.” He points out, quickly glancing behind you once again before shuddering at Minho’s glare that’s now directed to the other boy he just mentioned. “And we all seriously feel bad for Eunwoo; guy was just asking you for eyeliner.”

“We’re not dating, Minnie, oh my God!” You smack his arm in disbelief, taking a quick scan around the room after to make sure that no one heard your blabbermouth of a friend. Lowering your voice, you then add, “But did he really? Glare at Eunwoo, I mean?”

“Plotted five different murder scenarios and everything.” Seungmin affirms. “Felix and Chan were texting me from across the room while it was all happening and they both said they could see smoke come out of Minho’s ears. Even Yeji was scared and she was just passing by to see Chaeryeong.”

“You guys are delusional.”

“We are tired of this dumb sexual tension.” He defends, gesturing to himself then to Chan and Hyunjin from afar then to Minho and, finally, to your shirt with Minho’s university logo on the print. “Anyway, I also heard from some of the other reporters that he made Jisung and Hyunjin hold something for him today when their team came in. What if it’s for you?”

You raise an eyebrow, shaking your head. “No? He didn’t bring anything weird to the bus stop this morning and I’m pretty sure he went straight to his uni after dropping me off at my stop.” You point out before exhaling another sigh and patting the younger boy’s shoulder. “You know what I think? I think looking after your significant other is taking a toll on you. Are you sure you don’t need anything? A break from courtside reporting maybe?”

Seungmin groans. “Ah, whatever. You two figure this out before someone actually gets an idea to shove you two into an actual room—especially Jisung and Hyunjin!” He concludes before noticing the sudden commotion to your left, eyes widening at realizing that the reporters are being called for their opening spiels now. “Oops, I gotta go, crowd check!”

“You better, you’re starting to talk weird!” You smack his elbow playfully, standing up when he does and bidding him goodbye. “Hype up our crowd and break a leg out there!”

“And you do well on the floor later!” He smiles back, waving goodbye at you before joining Chan and the other reporters to the exit leading to the main floor. “Don’t forget to drink water!”

“Will do, capt.!” And with that, Seungmin runs off to open the program, the empty space next to you quickly getting occupied by Minho after who points at your shirt cheekily.

“You look cute in my shirt.” He comments, adjusting the hat he wears similar to Michael Jackson’s. Fortunately, the lighting backstage is not as bright as the floor’s that his top only glimmers slightly in front of you as he moves.

“You just saw me wear this last Sunday.” You deadpan against another wave of heat rising up to your cheeks, your hands fiddling unconsciously with the hem of your shirt. “It was getting cold just wearing my costume.”

“What did Jeongin and Seungmin say?” He asks, gesturing his head over to the exit where Seungmin just passed through a while back.

“Jeongin just laughed and Seungmin said—ah, nevermind.” You shake your head towards the end, piquing Minho’s interest even further anyway.

“What? What?”

“Nothing! It was nothing.” You bluff with another shake of your head, pushing Minho away with your pom poms when he teases you by leaning his face closer to yours. “Anyway, when will you perform?”

“We’re coming out third for the team and I think our exhibition members are performing fourth. You?”

“First, actually—for the team, I mean.” You frown. “Then we’re last for exhibition.”

“We can watch each other then! I’ll cheer for you from the front seats, the boys have front row seats out there near your uni’s bleachers.”

“Don’t you need to stay back here and, I don’t know, do captain stuff?” You ask next.

“And miss out on your performance? No way! The kids can take care of themselves for 6 minutes.” He shrugs with a dismissive hand. “Why? Don’t you want me to cheer you on? I brought your shirt with me.”

“So you took my shirt!”

“You couldn’t possibly think the neighbors would.” He rolls his eyes playfully, slinging an arm over your shoulder and directing the two of you to the exit along with the others for the opening rites. “So will you come out and watch me too?”

“It’s not like I have another choice. I’m already wearing your shirt to a compet.” You reiterate, making him smile. “As long as you don’t take unflattering photos of me again.”

“Nope, I’ve learned my lesson already.” He grins mischievously, making you smack his arm. “I already have Hyunjin on that job—maybe Changbin too, he brought a tripod and everything to film today.”

“I’m kicking you out of the house when we get home.”

“Ooh, I’m so scared!”

“Shut up.”

Minho cheers you on during your performance, anyway, holding red and green balloons and your shirt, as if a banner, next to Changbin, Jisung, and Hyunjin who all hold different colors of balloons and even more diverse slogans flashing on their phones as well. “Go Y/N!” He yells whenever you have to perform a stunt or dance at the center, jumping up and down his seat and receiving confused looks from the people in their bleachers who aren’t familiar with the two of you.

“Minho’s cheering for you again.” Jeongin snickers quickly as he catches you from a lift, making you discreetly pinch his arm under you.

“Don’t even—“ You sigh, hopping off of your teammates and proceeding to the next formation.

Still, Jeongin bothers you anyway as you perform a series of jumps before kneeling down on the mats. “I just wanted to say it’s cute but pretend that didn’t come from me.” He mumbles against the loud music next to you. “Will you come out and cheer him on too?”

“You already know I will.” You sigh, clasping your hands together once it’s time to stand up again. “Will you come too?”

“I’m sitting with Chan and Seungmin!” He says before parting ways with you. “Sit with us!”

And you do, wearing Minho’s shirt again over your costume once it’s his team’s turn to perform while you hold a black and gold balloon that Chan teaches you quickly how to wave around in the way their university does in every performance. “Go Minho!” You all cheer at the same time from the courtside reporters’ area, making the said pep squad captain turn to your direction as he waits for his cue from behind a prop coffin akin to Michael Jackson’s Thriller.

Minho waves at you shyly in response, prompting the other boys to tease you for the duration of the his solo.

“Get a room!”

“Seungmin!”

The cheer dance program lasts for almost 2 hours with the team routine, the exhibition from select members where you participated (and received too much yells from your friends on different sides of the arena), and the awarding where you end up placing 1st runner-up on the team and 1st place on the exhibition while Minho snatches the Champion title for his team among all of the awards they were giving out.

By 8 PM when the program officially ends, your body is already sore from performing twice but you come out to the mats once again, anyway, to take photos with your friends.

“Okay, everyone, say cheese!” Naeun exclaims, pressing the timer on her camera before joining your group, easily climbing up your friend group’s improvised pyramid.

“Cheese!” The camera snaps photos of you and all of your friends from different universities involved in the cheer dance in quick succession, Minho teasing you from below halfway and pretending to drop your foot in his hands.

“There! I think we got it.” Seungmin points out once the camera’s snapping noise stops, standing up from kneeling in front with Chan, Yeeun, and Chaeryeong to check. “Alright, it’s good! Season 103 is done! Finally!”

Your group erupts in cheers as you and the other fliers are carefully caught back and helped back down on the mats while the courtside reporters do a group hug and snap more photos, this time on Yeeun’s phone where they started doing poses resembling their university mascots. You fall smoothly on Minho and Jeongin’s arms, hopping off easily and thanking Jeongin.

“What about me? Hm?” Minho pouts once Jeongin’s dragged away by Felix and Chenle to take more photos, carding his fingers through your bright red hair. “You could at least say thank you.”

You look up at him and snicker, elbowing his side. “Thank you, Minhooo. Happy?”

“Better.” He smirks before twisting his upper body halfway to turn behind you. When you follow his action with your gaze, your then see Changbin and Hyunjin jogging over to you with your trophies and a large bouquet of sunflowers and roses. “I got you something by the way—well, Changbin and Hyunjin bought then I paid them or else they’ll get tissues in their mouths again.”

“Wha—?” You eye the flowers as they approach in pure shock, your eyes widening even more when Changbin and Hyunjin only send you knowing smiles and winks before running away, cheering Minho on as they escape to your other friends. “W-What? W-Why this all of a sudden?”

Minho chuckles at your reaction, passing you your trophy from the exhibition category while he holds his from the team category with the bouquet in one hand. “I just thought that...it’s the end of the season—our last season so what if I—what if I finally asked you out properly?” He explains, growing more sheepish as he explains further while he then transfers the bouquet in his free hand and thrusts the fragile gift towards you. “Felix and Jeongin suggested that I make it more grander with an after-compet performance or something but I know that’s not your type so I got you flowers instead since I know you’ll win something either way.”

“O-Oh.” You muse in your speechlessness, catching a glance of your mutual friends now crowding together from a distance and holding up their phones to record Minho’s confession. Around you, even a few passersby have also momentarily stopped to look, equally as surprised knowing your infamous relationship with your somewhat rival in these competitions. “Y-You’re—you’re asking me out.”

“That’s the plan.” He shrugs with another laugh, grinning even wider when you slowly take the flowers in your own hands to smell the flowers. “If not, then we can totally just pretend I bought you the flowers as congratulations for winning the exhibition catego—hey, woah!”

You shake your head with a smile, having already gathered your thoughts, and pull him into a hug with your free hand, effectively cutting him off and making everyone around you cheer. “Of course, I’d go out with you, dumbass.” You answer his unspoken question, making him smile over your shoulder and hug you back tightly. “Anyway, I’m too lazy to kick you out of the apartment.”

“Ya!”

“I’m just kidding!” You then pull away slightly after, tiptoeing up to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for the flowers—and also maybe for assuming that I’m going to win something.”

“You always win something, anyway—even if it’s not always the team category because you can never beat me to that in this competition.” He teases, earning him another smack on the arm. “You did win my heart.”

“Ugh, Minho, gross!” You scrunch up your nose, feigning disgust and making him laugh as he dips down to kiss you. “Please never say that in front of my face ever again, we still have Nationals at the end of the semester!”

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