ot8 skz prompt!
you cry when they barely raised their voice at you (but not in a too angsty way, they were just playing around w you) and they comfort you
also HAPPY LATE BDAY 🎉 (im gonna rob you for all ur seungmin and jisung pcs)
hehe thank you anon!! i went to see moulin rouge live and just had a kpop trade day/night with my bestie i was like "i'll swap u any of these two lee knows... for that mingi"
BUT YOU CAN'T HAVE MY SEUNGMIN ONES I'LL FIGHT YOU BARK i got like 26 different seungmin ones with 11 doubles... it's not enough, funnily bangchan is actually my ult in skz alkjsdlaksjd leave me alone seungmin got me WHIPPED
ANYWAYS!! warnings under the cut, i added pics for comedic effect. idk why my writing always goes humour, anyways i worked v hard on this!! and as always,i messed around with the prompt a did a few hurt!skz/you raising your voice at them hehe enjoy!!!
in alphabetical order
all non idol!au, all gn!, as always kinda proofread and lapslock
you're laying on the couch, nose stuffy and filled with tissues. you were always sensitive when you were sick, your head feeling like it's spinning and your body betraying you anytime you tried to stand up. chan was always a caregiver, he loved taking care of the people he adored. not one day went by where he didn't ask if you needed help or needed anything, you could always reassure him that his presence was enough, much to his scoffing.
☆⌒ヽ bangchan
warnings/other: living together, established relationship
you needed help to go to the shower, the steam would probably help. plus, you hadn't showered in two days due to how sick you were.
"babe?" you called out, voice weak.
"baabe?" you squeaked once again, trying to lift yourself from the couch. "baaaaabe?" and nothing, but you can hear him tip toeing around somewhere, the clunking sound of a bottle hitting the bathroom floor.
"babe!" you half yell, still trying to push your self from the couch.
chan rounds the corner, eyes frowning as he taps on the side of his headphone, "what?!" he screams at you, eyes scrunching and brows furrowed.
you burst into tears, suddenly feeling like you're in trouble for wanting help. "i'm sorry, i didn't know you were busy." you can barely speak, voice raspy and quiet.
"what?" he speaks again, pulling his headphones to rest on the back of his neck. this time his voice more gentle. he sees the tears forming in your eyes and immediately comes to your side. "what's wrong?"
"don't yell at me." you say through tears, hands coming to rub your eyes.
"shit," he curses, rubbing the sides of your arms, "sorry, i had my head phones on, i was running you a bath."
"oh," you sob, still letting yourself cry your hands dropping to your lap, "i thought you were angry at me."
"oh my god," he says pushing your messy hair out of your eyes while wiping the last of your tears. he sighs, "i just couldn't hear you silly."
"i've run you a bath, do you wanna have one together?" he stops and gives you a sniff, "you need one."
you frown, using the last of your strength to push him away, but it fails. "yes please..."
--
you're balls deep in your game, you've never been so focused on a game in your life. it's the final battle fight of the last of us 2, you wipe away tears at the scene before you folding out, feeling conflicted as the characters fight in the water.
☆⌒ヽ felix
warnings/other: living together, established relationship, cussing
"ahh!" you yell a bit too loud as you feels more tears form, "this is fucked up, fuck you both, fuck off this is so unfair."
"what did you say to me?" felix says, turning from his pc to look at you. "did you just tell me to fuck off?"
"what?" you turn to felix, eyes back darting back to the screen for a moment, still in the middle of the battle.
"what the hell? why did you tell me to fuck off?" felix says as he scrunches his nose, clearly upset and confused. "what the fuck?"
"no! oh my god, no." you scrambled to pause the game, getting to your feet to stand by felix, "no, no, i was talking to the game!"
"you lyin'?"
you roll your eyes, "why would i say that to you? ellie is fighting abby, and i'm telling them both to fuck off, not you!"
"oh," he says, pleasantly surprised, "valid then."
you press a gentle kiss to his forehead, he looks up at you still kinda upset. "baby, if i were to ever tell you to fuck off it'd be because you ate the last of the bread."
he smiles, eyes crinkling into moons, "oh that's true."
"you wanna watch?"
he scoffs, "god no, i already cried at that a month ago. hell no."
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"get back here!" changbin screams, running across the field to catch you.
☆⌒ヽ changbin (LMAO THE PIC)
warnings/other: new relationship, play fighting
"no, no!" you yell back, a grin on your lips, you dart around the edge of the tree, seemingly hidden (well, you think at least.)
dating changbin had been a whirlwind, he was kind, funny, silly in the best ways and so cared for you like no one had. it had only been a month, but you were so damn in love with him, even though you were still getting to know him. everyday you were excited to find out more about him, it was never enough.
there's a silence in the air, your eyes dart around the edge of the tree. after a moment or two, a voice screams suddenly, "got you!"
"ah!" you scream, feeling hands aggressively wrap themselves around your waist. you had always been a scaredy-cat, any loud sound would startle you and send you into a frightened mess.
"all mine!" he said as he pulled you to the ground, arms still wrapped around your waist.
you feel trapped, his large arms wrapping around you. you can feel the anxiety in your chest, flight taking it's hold over freeze.
"changbin! that really scared me!" you cry out, but he's relentless.
"too bad, i win!" he chuckles loudly, pushing you to lay on your back, his muscles bulging as he pins you there. he slowly loses his smile when he meets your upset scowl, mouth turned down at the sides.
"baby, no-" he says searching your face, "i'm so sorry, was that too much?"
"yes," you say in a low tone, wrapping your arms around his neck. "i get startled easily,"
"i didn't know, i'm sorry." he apologises again, lifting you up to deepen the hug. you melt into his frame, enjoying being engulfed by your boyfriend, though pocket sized, he seemed much bigger than you in moments like this.
this is your chance to get him back, you smile into his neck before pressing a sharp bite down on his collarbone.
"hey!"
--
usually, hyunjin was the patient one.
☆⌒ヽ hyunjin
warnings/other: living together, established relationship
he would always happy to wait for you when you were getting ready, always be okay with you needed to run back inside and pee because you would probably forget and always, he would always wait for you to tell him what you wanted or how you felt, never pushy once.
you were upset, getting fired from your job. it wasn't your fault, just the reality of the job market right now. 'no more funds.' they had said. you were floundering., wallowing in self pity (and rightfully so.)
when hyunjin arrives home, it's ten oclock at night. you're sitting on the couch, balled in a blanket. the lights are off, black smoke seeming to surround your nest of pillows, the only light on your face was from the tv.
"hey beautiful-" hyunjin says cheerily before being met with your tired eyes, black rings around the bottom. "what's wrong?
"nothing." you scoff, hiding more of yourself.
"babe-" he says softly, kicking his shoes off and dropping his bag. he comes to your side immediately, hands rubbing up and down your side. you say nothing, shifting away from his touch.
he sighs, "you wanna tell me what's wrong?" he seems tired.
"no." you say lowly, turning up the tv volume.
"are you... sure?"
you say nothing as you kick him with your foot, still wallowing and watching the tv.
"fine, be like that." he scowls, voice slightly raised as he shakes his head. he shuffles to the kitchen counter, gripping the soda left on the bench top. he takes a sip, looking back at you, clearly annoyed. "i'm not in the mood."
hyunjin was never one to raise his voice, never had he done that to you. he patience seemed to have be worn thin this time.
"no i didn't-" you sigh, trying to gather your words.
'i have bad days too you know, it's not just you."
you sit up, blanket falling down the back of you. he's right, he's always right. "that was not cool, i'm sorry."
you look over him with sad eyes. he's now leaning over the counter, hands digging into his scalp.
you get up from the couch, readjusting the blanket over yourself as you shuffle to his side. you bump your head into his shoulder, looking up at him with wide eyes. "i love you."
"i love you too," he sighs, leaning his head on yours.
you sit like that for a moment before he speaks. "i got fired."
"no way same."
you both look at each and laugh in disbelief, how on earth did this happen?
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jeongin was so cute, so damn cute. he reminded you of how cute he was every time he did, well, basically anything. but sometimes, he was really secretive. you didn't know why, until you had come to his house the first time. you hadn't been together long, but you were over joyed when he invited you over for dinner.
☆⌒ヽ jeongin
warnings/other: fresh relationship, not smutty but heavy descriptions and mentions of hentai lmao, pg i guess
"bone app the teeth!" he chimed, placing down the bolognaise he had made. it looked and smelled delicious, and you loved the cute frog bowls he had put them in. it made him that much cuter.
"eee! it looks so yummy." you squealed, "wait gotta pee."
"okay, down the hall to the left" he said plopping himself down, proud of his masterpiece. he sat up, making sure to clarify. "oh not the second door, the first one!"
you didn't hear the last part as hurriedly made your way down the hall. you looked at two doors, two seemingly the same. 'i think he said the second?'
you open the door in a hurry, being met with a large pillow of an anime woman, giant boobs out and her legs parting in display. you just stand there in shock, taking in the sight before you.
"helloooo." you said curiously, stepping into the bedroom. on the light stand there was a figurine. her boobs were seemingly wet, the short skirt she had lifted up behind her, thong busting out. a few more adornments, mostly lewd plastered the room.
"babe?" he called out as he walked down the hall. his eyes met with your curious ones, a smirk slapped across your face.
"babe!" he yelled, pulling you back by your arms. "i said first door! why didn't you listen!?"
"ow!" you said in surprise, feeling a lump of guilt building in your throat. he had never yelled at you before and it scared you. "i'm sorry i didn't hear you."
he sighed shaking his head, "i told you not to go in my room!"
"stop yelling at me..." you mumbled, wincing away from him.
quickly he pulled you out of his room, accidentally slamming the door behind him, it made you jump.
"jeongin-" you started but the lump in your throat grow. "i just got the wrong door, don't yell at me."
you stood in silence for a moment before he spoke up, rubbing the back of his neck, an unsure grin on his face, "i just didn't want you to see yet, i'm sorry i yelled."
you turn back to him, eyes tracing his face. he'd been caught. "theeee hentai?" you smirked, standing on your tippy toes.
jeogin's face burnt red, ears tingling with embarrassment. he scrambled to say something, but nothing came out. just splutters of words.
you laugh, "do you seriously think i'd be upset about that?"
"i don't know..." he says under his breath, looking everywhere but you.
"hm," you ponder, finger on your chin, "i don't know how i'd look in a thong, i might not have the ass for it."
jeongin looks like he's going to burst, his expression surprised and embarrassed by your words.
you sigh, taking his hand in yours, "it's fine but don't ever yell at me again, okay?"
"okay..." he says looking to the ground, feeling stupidly sorry for his actions.
"besides," you begin, smiling at him, "maybe you'd look better in a skirt and thong."
--
"wake up!" is all you hear as you jolt upwards, your forehead sweaty and breath heavy coming from your chest.
☆⌒ヽ jisung
warnings/other: living together, established relationship, mentions of nightmares and knives (not bad i promise lol)
you had a nightmare, which didn't happen often. the dreams you usually had were just an information dump of your day mixed in with people you had thought about, but this felt real, the feeling of fright still tingling in your body.
you look over at jisung, his eyes sleepy but still looking at yours.
"hey, you okay?" he speaks, voice raspy.
"no!" you yelp, busting into tears, still feeling shaken by your nightmare. "you were following me, telling me you were going to kill me! why were you yelling?"
"what?" jisung says in a confused tone, hand coming to your shoulder to stable himself.
you shrug his hand off, "you were going to kill me, why would you do that?"
"what are you talking about?" he mumbles, sitting half upward.
"in my dream," you begin by taking a deep breath, "you were chasing me with a knife, it was so scary."
"i'm... sorry?" he says, still so confused, "i didn't mean to?"
"oh," you breath out, tears slowly stopping. "i still cant believe you'd do that. i'm... damn."
"i'm sorry i tried to kill you in your dream. it was wrong of me...?" he mumbles again, eyes trying to find sleep.
"yeah, yeah it was." you breathe out, "don't do that again."
"okay... i won't." he sleepily sighs, his body falling back to the pillow. "i can't believe... i did that, what a ...dog act from me. asshole."
"absolute dog act, you dick." you finish before you feel your body laying back, waiting for sleep to capture you.
"so wrong of me, i'm such an idiot." he mutters, his lips pressing against the pillow, already falling asleep.
--
you scoff, eyes slowly closing your tiredness overtaking you. "damn right."
aussie slang: dog act if you don't know lol
"c'mon, just let me see." you yell through the crack of his changing room, attention turning from your phone. "i'm sure it's fine."
☆⌒ヽ lee know
warnings/other: close friends who like each other, uh lee know half naked??? spicy lee know, play fighting
"it's not." he says from the change room. you can hear his sighs through the curtain, frustration in them whenever he tries on another piece.
"do you need help?" you start, sliding yourself to the other side of the bench in front of the changing room.
"no!" he fumbles, dropping another item.
you sigh, hand slipping to grab onto the curtain, "i'm coming in!"
"no-!"
you're instantly met with his crotch, boxers tight across his hips, and you can see that. yes, the outline of that. your brows raise, certainly surprised with the view in front of you. his boxers had the kittens on them, cute little kittens of all colours and a pink background. you loved it, you can't deny.
"uh..." you start, not knowing what to do. you'd liked lee know for a while, so you can't say you're entirely horrified. you slowly raise your eyes to his, confusion and annoyance on his face.
you just sit there, his eyes burning into yours, just both staring at each other before he pushes on your face, leading you to fall back off of the bench. "don't do that!"
"ack!" you fall back yelping back hitting the ground with a thud, "i'm sorry i just wanted to help!"
he raises his voice slightly, anger present in his tone, "yeah, well i'm fucking naked!"
you feel bad, you've pushed a boundary and you didn't even realise you had been edging on it. "i'm sorry." you choke out, feeling bad for invading his privacy. you were close but not that close, yet.
you just lay there, ashamed of yourself for what you did, not thinking about his boundaries. after a minute he comes out, you're still laying on the ground in defeat.
he purses his lips in anger as he grabs the side of your ear, wrenching it towards him.
"ah shit!" you screech, laughter behind your words, "i'm sorry! aha i'm sorry! stop it!"
"you done?" he says through his teeth, still pulling on your ear.
"haha yes! it tickles and hurts!" you giggle, mouthing ouch a few times. he gives you a final tug before he finally let's go of your ear.
you get to your feet, rubbing the side of your ear. you both walk in silence before he halts you, eyes glaring into your own.
"if you wanna see me naked just say so, at least i can put better boxers on."
it was your turn to go red in the face, but you smirk instead, hiding your face, "i like those ones."
"really?" he questions, pondering your words, but seems impatient in his tone. "i'll wear em for you this weekend then, you staying over or not?"
you nod hurriedly, instantly agreeing to his plans.
"aw," he stops, clearly enjoying your agreeance and the new realm of flirting with you, "cat got your tongue?
you smack him on the arm, "stop!"
--
"do these look good?" seungmin asks, raising the brown frames to his face. no, no they don't. they absoutely don't. you try to hold in a laugh, your hand coming to your mouth.
☆⌒ヽ seungmin lalsdjka that pic always gets me
warnings/other: established relationship, seungmin thinks he's funny
"umm... maybe?"
he sighs, raising them a bit. "how about now?"
"uh," you begin, trying to hold in your laugh, "sure?"
passive aggressively he throws them back on the rack, turning on his heel to walk to the next section. you follow behind him, you can sense he's getting frustrated trying to find the right sunglasses. his vision wasn't the best without his glasses, so he needed your help trying them on. no contacts in today.
"hmm," he ponders, picking up anther pair. they're so ugly, rectangle and frames way too dark. no one would suit them, that's probably why they're on sale.
"um... maybe?"
"you already said that!" he says, frustration in his voice. "if you're not going to help, just leave."
you feel kind of hurt at his tone, but continue to follow behind him. you can't help but feel the anxiety in your chest, he wanted your advice but never listened anyways so you thought it best to be quiet.
suddenly he turns to look at you, feeling the awkward tension he's created. he throws his hands in the air. "what?!"
"hey don't yell," you start, wincing a bit at his words, "i just don't think those suited you..."
he takes the sight of you in, realising he's upset you, "shit- i'm sorry baby, i'm just annoyed i can't find a good pair. this is so hard."
you grab his hands and bring them to your chest, your eyes looking up at him, "thank you for apologising, you don't gotta be so mean."
he bends down to press a kiss on your lips, it's gentle with apology laced in it. he takes in a sharp breath before leaning back, "okay, which ones?"
"circle, definitely."
he turns to face the other section, hand gently melding to yours. the pair he picks up are just as ugly as the others.
"no," you begin interrupting him. you let go of his hand and pick up a dark circle frame pair of simple sunglasses, "these one's."
"really?" he questions, brows raised.
"just try them."
he sighs, bringing the frames to sit on his ears. "yes or no?"
"oh definitely, these are the ones. you gotta trust me."
he pouts and rolls his eyes, "oookay."
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a/n: i had so much fun writing this!!!! hope you enjoy!!!!
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