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yongislong · 2 years

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[ ncity playlist event ]

now playing ... PARK JISUNG

good looking - suki waterhouse

jars of it - steve lacy

stockholm syndrome - one direction

disconnected - 5sos

it all feels right - washed out

thats on me - mac miller

wasteland baby! - hozier

i bet on losing dogs - mitski

crybaby - the neighborhood

close to you - dayglow

now viewing ... // dreaded test day. something you and your seat parter always hated. it wasn't common to have seat mates in university but you're glad your world literature professor made you both sit next to each other for the don quixote readings

however... now he has an undeniable crush on you. even the other kids in the class can see how sad he looked that week you missed class because you had the flu he brought a plushie and different boxes of flavored tea to your dorm

now here you both sat, cramming for the lit final in the schools 24 hour library... at 3 am. lol. you notice though how incredibly jittery and smiley he seems, a stark contrast from the purple eye-bags littering his aegyosals

the session began with catching up on the chapters in quiet silence until he moves his chair next to yours, tucking a bit of your hair behind your left ear as he slides his earbud in. you adjust it, looking over at him nervously with a tight lipped smile, he grins, scratching the back of his neck

you noticed how close his chair began getting to you, feeling his warmth radiating off of his black zip-up. you also noticed how every time he believed you were immersed in your book, he pretended to look something up on his computer, when in reality he was checking himself out on his mac's photo booth lol. he eventually sees himself out to the bathroom with a poke on your arm

"im gonna go wiz, my password is 7dream incase you want to change the song y/n" he says with a soft smile.

"just say pee sung... weirdo" you mutter through a giggle as he walks away. he actually didn't have to pee he just had to relax because he was shaking so much, he was punching the air and shit trying to hype himself up pls

once he leaves, you decide to sneak a couple silly selfies on his phone, until a song you didn't recognize blasted through the earbuds

you wrinkled your nose and typed his password in, clicking on the spoitfy icon to rake through his playlist for something better. what you did not expect, was a very, very long playlist titled campus crush, with a picture... a picture of you, asleep in world literature. you remember this day. jisung seemed shyer than usual when you woke up. now you know why

you can't wait to tease him for it when he returns, pulling him in from his collar for a kiss when he gets close to check what page you're on //

IM BAACK LMAOOO omg i forgot how much i loved doing these. i'll try and finish this series soon but tbh its so hard! hope you all enjoy though. i always write so much for these gah i think this is my longest one yet, lmk what you think, reqs open!! this is not proofread lol

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kimsunwoodz · 2 years

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In Need of Repair

Pairing: Jisung x Reader (gender neutral); a little Chan x Reader

Genre: angst, unrequited love, pining

Summary: Jisung knows what it’s like to love someone whose heart belongs to another, he knows you do too.

Word Count: 1.9k

Author’s Note: this is part of a title swap drabble game with the wonderful ursa over @thepixelelf . i really tried to make this story about something happy, but anguish is so deeply woven into the fabric of my sad, sad soul.

Just outside the chapel, moist flakes of snow fall to Earth, shrouding the land in ivory ribbons. Orchestral music begins as she makes her way down the aisle, the train of her beautiful silk gown gleams in just the same way as the frozen ground. You appreciate the symmetry of it all.

Chan stands at the altar, looking more handsome than ever. His hair is slicked back, the collar of his white shirt crisp and stark against his black tuxedo. You’re sure you’ve never seen someone so perfect. He turns to face her, and he cannot contain his tears. Sobs rake his body, and you know you’ll never feel so loved. The way Chan loves is pure and unwavering, you have always admired that about him, always wanted to know just how that felt. A sting in your chest reminds you that Chan’s heart belongs to another. You will yourself to believe that you are happy for him, but happiness has never tasted so bitter.

As the ceremony goes on, your eyes travel from Chan to his bride. She really is beautiful, perfect in every conceivable way: pretty, smart, compassionate. You understand why Chan has chosen her to spend an eternity with, you understand why he hasn’t chosen you. Even her vows are perfect. She recites them like a poem, her sing-song voice flowing through each word. You think she must descend from Byron. Art runs through her veins and metaphor her marrow. Chan has always had a way with words, but he may have met his match. As she finishes her sonnet, her declaration of love, all attention shifts to Chan. He has missed his silent cue, too busy staring into her starry eyes to notice how the church has fallen completely still.

The officiant clears his throat. “Chan,” he whispers, “it’s your turn.”

Awoken from his daze, Chan gulps. Swallowing his nerves and his excitement, he nods to the officiant before turning to face his love.

“From the moment I laid my eyes on you, I have been… completely enamored. The night we met, I- I couldn’t help but to stare. You were so beautiful, so breathtakingly unique. You had an air of sophistication about you that seemed to cloud the room in its entirety. I felt like I was suffocating - ” He pauses. “I felt like I was suffocating, but I welcomed the warmth in my chest. Your laugh was the most glorious thing I had ever heard, it felt like sunshine. It sounded like love. In hindsight, I should have been intimidated by you,” Chan stops to wipe a stray tear that had fallen and smiles “I would have been intimidated by you, if it weren’t for the sweetness of your smile. I felt like I was coming home. From the moment I laid my eyes on you, there has only been the two of us. In a room of a hundred, I am as alone with you as I am in the comfort of the apartment we share. I wish to live with you and maybe, if I’m lucky, I may be able to die with you as well.” With shaking hands, Chan presents the ring to the woman that he loves. No longer is he the only thing wrapped around her slender finger.

The air feels thick with love. Though, unlike Chan, there is no warmth in your chest. You are left to suffocate in your own loneliness. You silently gasp for air.

“You may now kiss the bride.” Cheers erupt from all throughout the wedding hall as Chan leans in. You watch from the second row as the love of your life kisses his new bride. You watch from the second row as your heart breaks in two. You are happy for him, really, you just wish your aching heart had gotten the memo.

Jisung watches from beside the altar as you do your best to contain your sobs. His heart aches for you, for a love that can never be returned. He has watched for years as Chan has paraded his girlfriends in front of you, endlessly oblivious to the pain he was causing, the torment he was forcing you to endure. With every tear that you shed for Chan, Jisung could feel his heart fracture. Jisung has witnessed first-hand your devotion to Chan, he has shared in your longing for a heart that belonged to another. He has grown to resent Chan for what he’s put you through. He knows it isn’t Chan’s fault, no one can control who they love. Though Jisung likes to tell himself that given the choice, he would still choose you. He can’t imagine it any other way.

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The wedding has made its way to the reception hall. Beautifully dressed tables decorate the room, satin fabric delicately drapes each one, a flickering candle resting in the center. Name placards designate the seating arrangements and though you aren’t officially a member of the wedding party, a seat is still reserved for you at the head table, Chan’s wife had made sure of it. You settle down next to Jisung and he gives you a gentle smile. You return the gesture, the smile never quite meeting your puffy eyes. Jisung aches to hold you.

As dinner is served, Jisung tries extra hard to cheer you up. He tells stories of his drunken escapades, of the night Minho dared him to streak across campus, of the time he came home wearing someone else’s shoes. You hang onto every word he says, never tiring of the animated way in which he speaks. Though Jisung manages to get a laugh or two to breach your downturned mouth, the warmth in your cheeks never quite reaches your chest. Jisung can tell your mind is elsewhere, he wishes it was here with him.

Soon enough, the moment you’ve been dreading has come. Chan and his bride make their way to the center of the room to begin their first dance, her hands lovingly gripping Chan’s arm as he gently guides her. The first chord sounds and the pit in your chest threatens to swallow you whole.

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It was a winter morning; you and Chan had just finished your chemistry final and, after a brief snowball fight in the square, you found yourselves in your musky dorm room. It was a tradition the two of you had; after each exam session, you and Chan would meet in your dorm to talk about what questions you might have missed. You would share snacks and exchange song recommendations. After all, sharing is caring, and you’ve always cared about Chan. A lot.

This particular day found you laying on your bed, arms folded behind your head, right ankle resting on your propped up knee. Chan sat across the room in your squeaky desk chair, head leaned against the cold wall. He seemed to be in a trance, breathing slow and peaceful. Sentimental music played in the background, the type of song that makes you nostalgic for a time that has yet to come.

“What did you say the name of this song was again?” Chan asked, not bothering to open his eyes. You turned to look at him. He was waving his hands about like a music conductor, analyzing each note, admiring each bar. You laughed to yourself, his passion never ceasing to amaze you.

“It’s called ‘Who Do You Love’, by The Black Skirts.” You hummed in response, turning back to face the ceiling and gently closing your eyes.

“It’s good. Like, really good.”

“I knew you would like it.” Your chest tightened as you smiled, your entire body suddenly warm despite the storm raging outside.

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It was a memory of a simpler time, one before all the heartache and sorrow; one you often revisited when you needed a reminder of what life once was. Now, this memory leaves a bitter taste in your mouth and a heaviness in your bones. This song no longer belongs to you and Chan; it would forevermore be theirs; hers.

Jisung swears he’s witnessing the moment you finally break. Really, truly shatter. The light leaves your eyes as you look through the dancing couple, as if you are somewhere else entirely. He slowly places his hand on your shoulder, careful not to startle you as you return to the present. In your daze, you turn to him, confused.

“I’m gonna go get some air, wanna join?” His smile is soft and sweet, you can see in his eyes that he knows. You can hear the pity in his voice. Your secret is a secret no more.

Swallowing thickly, you nod. After wandering the venue for a bit, you find yourselves sitting on the balcony. The air is crisp, not unlike that winter day. It’s only when you are sure that you’re alone that you allow yourself to cry. You don’t want to ruin Chan’s special night, but you just can’t hold it anymore. As your shoulders tremble with the weight of your anguish, Jisung wraps his arms around you and holds you close. He thinks you fit in his grasp like you were made to live in it. Jisung feels the fault line in his heart travel just a little bit further.

You sit like this for what feels a lifetime. You sit like this long enough to begin to feel at home. Once your sobs subdue into quiet whimpers, Jisung lifts your chin so that you are looking him in the eyes. Yours are red and puffy from unleashing all your tears, his are glossy and wet from holding back his own.

“Are you ready to talk about it?” He asks quietly, scared to break the delicate silence blanketing the two of you.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to talk about it, not even when I’m old and wrinkly. I think I’ll die just how I lived, broken and unlovable.” Each word comes out a sniffle, but Jisung understands you just the same. He always has, you’ve just been too in love with Chan to notice.

Jisung swears he hears a heart crack, he just isn’t sure whose. His eyes bore into your own and he notices a tear streaming down his cheek. Before he can talk himself out of it, Jisung leans in to kiss you. It’s a soft kiss, just a peck really. It tastes like salty tears and sweet wedding cake, like heartache and longing. He cups your cheeks, afraid to let you go.

As Jisung’s eyes close, you feel his eyelashes flutter against your cheek. You allow yourself a moment, just a moment, to feel the touch of another - to feel like you are no longer alone. You allow yourself a moment to pretend it’s not Jisung kissing you, but a different brown-eyed man entirely. Pulling away, you see Jisung sitting in front of you.

You aren’t oblivious, you’ve noticed Jisung spending all night trying to cheer you up. It’s sweet of him, really, but you aren’t a charity run on pity.

“Ji, please, you don’t need to try and fix me. I’m not just a broken heart in need of repair. I just need time.” Jisung stares at you as his tears fall silently. He looks as broken as you feel.

Jisung can feel the splitting of his insides, a dark abyss separating the two halves of a heart that can no longer remember what it means to be whole.

#jisung x reader #jisung angst #chan x reader #chan angst #han jisung #bang chan #stray kids angst #stray kids #moodboard #jisung x gender neutral reader #chan x gender neutral reader #kpop moodboard #stray kids au #jisung drabble #stray kids fanfic #kpop fanfic #i do not own any of the still images used #written by me #writing games

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spiceofvy · 22 days

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how about secretly dating skz members and how it would be like daily with having to hide from the public 🤫

Secretly dating SKZ

cw: gender neutral reader, sfw, very fluffy

Chan: Very serious about keeping the secret but also wants to talk about you all the time. He is just so proud of everything you do and achieve in your day so he just wants to tell the whole world but he can‘t because he is scared of how you would be treated by the public. So instead he tells the rest of his members everything about you that makes him smile. Which is everything.

Minho: Has a very easy time not talking about you or not posting you. Actually not even his friends know a lot about you.He just likes to keep you to himself. To save you completely ror himself. So no one else even looks at you, as your smile is only meant for him. You are definitely his safe haven after a long day of schedule.

Changbin: Would love to take you with him wherever he goes but it‘s not easy. So he takes little things with him, a picture of you in his wallet, a shoelace in your favorite color on one of his shoes. Little things that remind him of you without telling the public about you. Only for him to know.

Hyunjin: You are in every piece of art he creates. Not directly with your appearance but the flower he painted is your favorite color or the background of his painting is in the color of the shirt you wore the morning he started painting. He posts them proudly knowing that only the two of you know the true meaning of his painting.

Jisung: Has a hard time keeping the secret to himself. He just constantly talks about you so suddenly not being able to do so when the camera runs is really difficult for him. Will instead talk about „a friend“ which honestly just leads to even more rumors, but he is fine with that, as long as he gets to talk about you.

Felix: Hides you in plain sight. Your shadow is on his Insta stories, he has boyfriend photos of himself without crediting any of the members or someone else who could have taken the photo. Maybe he even posts the bouquets he gets for you every week, reading the speculations in the comments. He is the one most likely to one day make your relationship public.

Seungmin: He keeps you all to himself, actually not even the members know you. You are the thing that grounds him, that stays with him no matter what happens. He has pages in his journal dedicated to you. So it‘s not hard to keep you away from the public, as he loves the feeling of knowing that you and your thoughts are only for him to enjoy. Though he does mourn that he can‘t take you out to town for fancy dinner dates.

Jeongin: He has a pretty hard time adjusting his behavior to being in public. He is just used to constantly sending you photos and voicemails of his days. So when the camera switches on he usually switches off his phone completely so he doesn‘t get too close to leaking something.

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hanniefangz · 10 months

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cuddles vs kisses - ★｡･:*:･ﾟ

pairing: ot8 x GN!reader

tags: fluff

summary: out of the members which of them prefer cuddles and which prefer kisses from their partner

word count: 1.3K

CHAN - prefers cuddling

chan loves cuddling up with his partner after a long day of working, because it's one of the only things that can relax him, his head in your chest, arms carefully wrapped around each other. he especially loves it if he can feel you lovingly trace shapes into his back, he lets out sighs of contentment and you giggle at his cuteness. sometimes he'll even try to guess what you're drawing, his voice full of sleepiness. he loves breathing in your scent as he's close to you, praying that he never has to let go. your bodies never leave each other, the warmth too addicting to pass up. eventually you fall asleep in this position, your cuddles are his safe place, and you can say the same about his

MINHO - prefers kisses

minho comes home from an intense dance practice, he kicks his shoes off by the door as you're laid on the sofa, snuggled in a blanket, eyes closed, soft snores. he pouts, only you have this effect on him. only you can make him feel this soft. he shakes you gently. he whispers to you softly and you open your eyes, and are met with the most amazing sight in the world. your boyfriend finally home. you sit up and immediately pull him into a soft kiss, and all his worries fade away, very nearly forgetting the ache in his back from the choreo. he doesn't stop kissing you all night, each one filling you both up with endless amounts of adoration for the other

CHANGBIN - prefers cuddling

this man was made to be cuddled. his chest is like a pillow, and you don't need one when you're in bed with him. you're so tired, work at the office has been absolute hell, your boss constantly giving you more paperwork, the mountain growing and growing until you can't see over it anymore. you finally finish it all and make your way back home to a very concerned changbin. not a single word is spoken between either of you as you kick your shoes off, finding yourself in his arms almost straight away, small tears escaping your eyes as he carries both of you upstairs to bed. once you're both in comfier clothes, you're under the covers, your head on his chest as he strokes your hair gently. still, no words are spoken, and you don't need it. you just need to be in changbins arms, and he needs to be in yours

HYUNJIN - prefers kisses

hyunjin is the ultimate romantic. he constantly shows his love to you through kisses, whether that be on your forehead when you're in bed sick and he's taking care of you, on your hand like a prince when you're on a fancy little date he planned out, on your cheek when you're sat beside him, on your back when taking warm baths together, on your nose when you're being so cute he just can't handle it, or on your lips in your most intimate moments, hyunjin wants nothing more than to kiss you all the time. his lips fit perfectly on yours, like they were made for no other. and they weren't. they belong to you only

JISUNG - prefers kisses

you love teasing jisung, feeling a little bit cheeky today more than others. you decided that the next time he pouts at you, you'll dodge his kiss. it upsets him a little at first, and it's not until he sees the glistening of your eyes and your teasing smile that he realises it's not going to be that easy to get a kiss from you today. he chases you around your entire apartment in a silly game of “hide from jisungs kisses”. you finally thought you'd lost him when you feel his arms around your waist as he attacks you with kisses on the back of the neck, and your heart races. he tackles you onto your shared bed, tickling your stomach as he peppers your face with kisses. you're laughing so hard you're not sure you'll make it out alive and he lets go, pouting again. you finally give in and let him kiss you properly this time. your silly little game made you realise how much you missed kissing him properly, you apologise and you vow never to tease him like that again…unless.

FELIX - has no preference

felix absolutely loves any kind of physical touch when it involves his partner. he loves the combination of both kisses and cuddles. you decided on staying in for date night this time, creating a fort with pillows and blankets from all over the house, fairy lights decorating the inside, and grabbing your laptop and snacks for a cute little movie session. it's not long into whichever disney film you both eventually decided when you two can't keep your hands (nor lips) away from each other. his arms are around you and you both keep leaning into to each other to sneak kisses here and there. he just constantly wants to be with you, almost like a little shadow. he never wants to leave you, and he never wants you to forget he's yours and you're his. after a few hours the final film ends and you're snuggled up on his lap, him stroking your hair lightly. he doesn't want to ever leave this moment, and he gives your forehead one last kiss before snuggling into you too

SEUNGMIN - prefers cuddling

seungmin isn't one for public displays of affection, he'll hold your hand here and there, give you affectionate pats every now and again, but this whole front goes out the window when it's just the two of you. he really does turn into a puppy when it's just you two alone, and he never wants to leave your side. he lays down on your lap and just one flash of his puppy-like eyes and you've melted, stroking his hair softly as you watch your kdrama together. then, when it's time for bed, with a few whines, he reluctantly gets up and you go put on your pyjamas, reminding him you can cuddle more in just a few seconds. you both sleepily climb into bed and within seconds he's back, attached at your hip. your fingers are intertwined with his and your snuggled into his chest, and he thanks whatever god there is out there that he gets to share this moment with you, the smell of your freshly washed hair putting him straight to sleep

JEONGIN - has no preference

jeongin is scared of showing you physical affection at first, even the slightest touch of your hands makes the poor boy almost start hyperventilating, he's not the biggest fan, he doesn't even really give his friends hugs. but he decides he wants to get over it, for your sake. you've mentioned that physical touch is one of your love languages, but you were willing to take it slow for him, and that only makes him want to show you it even more, you're too kind to him, and he wants to show you love in return. the prospect of cuddles was less intimidating so he started with that. you were watching something on your television, and he inches closer to you until your head is on his chest and his hands are holding yours. but then came the terrifying thought of kissing you. it took him weeks to work up the courage, and the first time he kisses you properly is on his birthday. you'd taken him out for dinner, and he thanks you with a soft, albeit quick kiss to your lips, which sets both of your cheeks ablaze, and he realises it's not as scary as he thought. after that day he doesn't ever stop, experimenting with the placement each time. and even if each one still gives him the same stupid butterflies, he never wants to stop showing you the love you deserve, in a way that you appreciate like no other

hiii ! i posted this on my ao3 literally months ago but i felt it deserved it's time to shine on here :3 hope you enjoyed reading this!! - reblogs & feedback are appreciated <3

#stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz fluff #straykids #stray kids x gender neutral reader #bangchan x reader #lee know x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #stray kids fanfic #skz imagines #skz fanfic

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strlstlvr · 11 months

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OBSESSED, stray kids finding an old fan tweet abt them ♡

- PART TWO; MAKNAE LINE ! of course you were always their biggest fan, too bad they took a deep dive and found out how obsessed you actually were

⋆·˚ ༘ * smau, crack

link to part one! hyung line <3

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sunboki · 1 year

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🛒 SKZ TEXTS — after an argument

including . ot8

notes . vv sad making these, just imagine a happy ending~

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neowonderland · 19 days

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Pairings: Perv!Jisung x reader Warnings: 18+, smut, stalking Wc: 0.4k

Minor please DNI

Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. I do not condone the actions of any characters in this story and the actions do not reflect the idols in any way.

Jisung has a hobby of keeping a piece of you with him.

Whether that be a strand of your hair, chewed up pieces of gum in the gum wrapper you tossed in the trashcan to your pencil you left after lecture, he always has a habit of keeping a piece of you wherever he goes.

Jisung swears it’s harmless, he’s only collecting your things and creating a place in his room just for your things. It’s not like it hurts you when he takes things he’s sure you won’t miss. It’s not like you'll miss another pair of your underwear or the crumpled pieces of scratch paper you throw away. Jisung thinks he’s just making use of your trash. After all, another man’s trash is another one’s treasure.

Of course Jisung makes use of his collection of your items besides just keeping them with them. Of course Jisung makes other uses of your items, holding your underwear to his nose with one hand while he gets off. Jisung can never last long, drooling over your items, painting his abdomen with streaks of white. Sometimes he even uses your underwear in his hand while he gets off, head filled with fantasies of him rutting against you with only your underwear on. Jisung even uses your old toothbrushes you throw away, running his tongue over the ridges and bristles, trying to imagine your mouth on them.

As much as it comforts Jisung, sometimes keeping a piece of you isn’t enough. When he’s alone in his room with his thoughts, his mind drifts to you and how much he craves you. Jisung needs much more, he needs to be closer to you and your presence. He needs to feel your sweaty skin against his, your nails racking against his back, and your hot breath fanning against his neck.

Jisung knows he needs you in a different way, but he’s terrified of your reaction. He’s even terrified of the idea of you struggling against him, screaming, shouting at him, telling him you don’t want him as much as he wants you. So, night after night Jisung settles for hiding under your bed and crawling out once he’s sure you’re asleep. Jisung swears to himself that it’s not strange to watch you slumber, that it’s not strange to want to be in the presence of someone he loves. It’s not strange to place soft kisses on their face and it’s not strange to snap photos to remember the memory.

It's not strange because after all, Jisung just wants to be close to you.

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hwangism143 · 1 month

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the art of dancing in the rain

synopsis: hyunjin suggests that the two of you dance in the rain, which is slightly alarming but extremely endearing

pairing: non-idol!hyunjin x gn!reader

warnings: rain?? (not proofread)

word count: 325 words

part 2

"you know you make my world light up"

"Jagiya. Honey. Sweetheart. Pumpkin."

You open your eyes to Hyunjin's puffy face hovering over yours. It's a Saturday morning and light is pouring through the windows. Hyunjin gives you a sleepy smile, cheeks puffed and hair messy.

"What?" you mumble, sinking back into the sheets.

Hyunjin eyes you nervously, "It's the start of the weekend, right? So if we get sick, we would have about a day to get better."

You wake up with a start. Get sick?Where on earth did that come from? "Is everything okay darling? You aren't attempting another ice bath, are you? Because last time-"

"Oh no no no," says Hyunjin shaking his head rapidly. He gives you a shy smile, "I was wondering, do you want to dance in the rain? I have always wanted to do it with someone."

The request catches you by surprise. It makes you feel soft and fuzzy inside. He wanted to something that he had always wanted to do with someone, and he had chosen you. There are eight billion other people in this world, and yet whether it was fate, luck, life or a mix of all three, Hyunjin had found you. Hyunjin had chosen you. And he always affirmed that he would always choose you.

"Okay," you giggle, grabbing a hoodie. He flashes you a smile of such pure happiness that you feel like melting.

You both quickly grab your sweaters and Hyunjin gets a pair of earphones. You both stumble down the stairs and onto the pavement below. He gently puts on the earphones on both your ears and "Hymn For the Weekend" by Coldplay floods your ears. Hyunjin sets his forehead against yours and pulls you close.

As you sway to the music with him you close your eyes. Rain envelopes you both in a chilly embrace but you don't care. This feels like a butterfly trapped in an image, an everlasting moment of beauty.

This feels like forever.

a/n: i thought i would gift y'all with a tiny little fic for getting through monday <3 maybe i'll do a part two of when these two pabos in love fall sick and have to look after each other lmao +_+. anyways, send in you comments and feedback and i would really appreciate the reblogs!!

#stray kids #skz #lee know #felix #i.n #seungmin #chan #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x y/n #hyunjin x you #hyunjin x male reader #hyunjin x female reader #hyunjin x gender neutral reader #- via's fics <3

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rachalixie · 2 years

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stray kids reactions | when you’re sad

how the boys act when you are experiencing depression/depressive symptoms

warnings: stray kids x gender neutral reader, depression/mental health, mentions of food

genre: hurt/comfort

word count: < 3k

a/n: for my love @ moonacholy. i love you baby :( feel better real soon, okay? also this is a broad spectrum of depression symptoms, nothing too extreme! mostly comfort than anything else.

chan

you don’t move as you hear the front door open and close; the thought of shifting from your curled up form on the couch sounded more exhausting than it was worth. you normally loved greeting chan at the door, loved kissing him hello and dragging him to bed when he gets home late but you can’t unglue your limbs from one another enough to even sit up, let alone walk all the way to the door.

your eyes drift to the clock on the wall as you take in the time and realize that you should have already been in bed hours ago. you never wait up for chan when he gets home past midnight, and yet you are wide awake at 3 in the morning, having laid here since noon after he left to go to the studio. your phone lays dead on the table in front of you, untouched for hours, and you just now notice how tired your eyes feel.

“sweetheart?” chan’s voice floats to your ears, loosening your tightened muscles a bit. chan’s here now, he can take care of you, your tired brain supplies. you hum as he approaches, closing your eyes when his hand runs through your hair and whimpering softly when it leaves. the couch dips by your head as he sits next to you, his warmth already reaching your cold heart and thawing the edges a bit. “you’re not in bed yet?”

“can’t,” is all you can say. you don’t have the words or the energy to tell him that you didn’t even realize you should have been asleep, you didn’t realize how many hours had passed as you just laid there staring at nothing.

but he understands.

he pulls you up, catching you when your sore limbs buckle under your sudden upright weight, and he leads you to your bedroom, depositing you on your side of the bed. he leaves and comes back with a bottle of water before you can blink, pushing a straw into your mouth and coaxing you to drink, praising you when you take a few tentative sips. you feel a little silly by how good it feels, him telling you how good you are just for drinking water, but you let it drape over you like a comforting blanket as your mind finally loses the battle against sleep and you drift off in the comfort of his voice.

minho

“hi honey,” minho’s voice floods your brain from where you’re still curled up in bed. it’s well past noon, past the time where you were supposed to meet him at your favorite coffee shop in town during his lunch break. you feel a pang of guilt that makes you curl up even more, soft despair settling into your bones. you want him to leave. you want him to never leave you alone again.

his hand finds the nape of your neck, massaging there gently before his fingers run up to your scalp. the action soothes you, and you can’t help but find comfort in him even though you’ve just let him down. you don’t even know why he’s here, taking care of you when he should be out doing something else-

“whatever’s going on in that pretty head of yours, stop it.” he orders, sitting next to you on the bed and tilting your chin up so he can meet your eyes. “i love you, okay? i want to be here with you. i want you, during the good times and the bad.”

it’s like he’s read your mind.

next thing you know he’s easing you into a seated position and massaging the feeling back into your fingertips. you hadn’t even realized they had fallen asleep until he started, and you wince as the pins and needles sting against his touch. he’s pulling you up then, waiting a moment for your eyes to adjust to the shift before tugging you into your bathroom. before you know it, your clothes are off and you’re under a hot steam of water, his hands on you in the most comforting way as he massages shampoo into your hair and rinses the day off of your body. he’s humming idly, his soft voice echoing off the shower tiles and absorbing into your brain. you feel like a sponge, taking all of his love and keeping it inside of you like it’s the one thing that’s keeping you upright.

as he dries you off with a fluffy towel, you lean in to press a soft kiss to his cheek, causing the tips of his ears to burn pink; it’s silly that such an innocent gesture makes him blush like that, but you think of it as an physical imprint of your love on him, your gratefulness, everything you want to say but can’t.

changbin

“we’re going outside,” changbin suddenly announces, his voice deep under your ear from where your head is snuggled into his chest. you jump a bit, peering up blearily at him.

“outside?” you ask, voice slow and confused. you had been content laying there with him all day. you preferred that, in fact. you had no desire to move, no energy to make your muscles work, no motivation inside of you to do anything other than lay and hope the day passed soon so you could go to bed.

so why is changbin saying that you’re going outside?

“yes, outside. up, up!” he’s too enthusiastic, his voice is too loud in your mushy head, and you glare up at him with squinted eyes.

“have to?” you say, knowing that you’ll lose this battle against a man who can physically pick you up and make you go outside if he wanted to.

“have to.” he nods, interlacing his fingers in yours and yanking, bicep flexing, wrapping his arms around you tight when you stand up on wobbly legs. he holds you there for a second, letting you breathe him in before he pulls you through your house, out the back door and into the backyard.

the worst part was that the air felt good. the soft breeze on your face felt so refreshing, washing over you like a brand new day. the soft grass felt nice under your feet, your toes curling into the cool blades. his hand was warm in yours, guiding you around the perimeter of the fence, walking and walking until you begin to feel the band around your temples loosen, the furrow of your brow unwind, the tenseness of your muscles deflate, like you’re a puppet whose strings were loosened just enough for you to garner some control.

“better, yeah?” he said, soft and satisfied. you him in response, squeezing his hand as you keep walking.

hyunjin

you sigh as you enter through the front door, body weighed down and leaden and each step feeling like a mile from the way they made you exhausted. you immediately collapse onto your couch and click the TV onto the kdrama you’ve been using as background noise for the past few weeks. the episode continues from where you left off, and your eyes don’t leave the screen even though you’re not absorbing any of the content. its just swirling colors and words in a box to you right now, your brain is not comprehending anything, but it’s a nice distraction from the swirling thoughts that were there before.

even when hyunjin leaves your room to pad over to you, draping himself beside you on the couch and wrapping an arm around you, your eyes remain on the screen.

and you sit. and sit. the minutes were ticking away, slow as ever, and you just sit.

until hyunjin turns the TV off, and you don’t even complain because it had gotten to the point where your eyes hurt. you relax into him, startled when he moves to stand up instead, leaving you slumped into the cushions instead of him.

“dance with me,” he says, putting a song on his phone and setting it on the side table. you blink up at him from where he’s standing, hand outstretched waiting for you to take it. he tilts his head a bit when you don’t move, smile encouraging and eyes in crescents, and you sigh and take his hand. you let him pull you up and move your hands around his shoulders as he takes your waist, and he leads you as you both gently sway and step to the beat of the song.

with each step, you felt lighter and lighter, the lead weights you were feeling before disappearing with each breath you can feel on your neck from where his face is pressed. the music he has playing is swirling around you both in a flurry of notes and chords, the rhythm you’ve set with your steps is soothing, and you feel more content in this moment than you’ve felt in days.

jisung

“baby?” you hear from outside your bedroom door, stirring you out of your fitful nap. you never fell into sleep, you’ve been lying there for hours with your eyes closed and you couldn’t sleep. you’re so tired.

you hear him knock again and a whimper leaves your throat when you try to answer. the words won’t come out, they’re stuck, trapped down deep. he opens the door anyways, closing it gently behind him before walking slowly over to you and kneeling by you. his hand brushes your hair back, stopping in surprise when he sees that your eyes are open.

“thought you were asleep?” he says, voice soft and timid in the darkness of your room. you shrug, lips twisting into a frown. is it bad that you were awake? that you were awake and hadn’t left your room, even though you knew he was home for hours? “well, if you’re not, then-”

he cuts himself off as he climbs right into your bed, slithering under your covers and plopping himself right on top of you. his chest covers your back, his legs tangle with yours, and he presses his head into your neck, fluttering small kisses there until he can hear your breath catch on a laugh.

“get off of me, jisung,” you croak out, the first words you’ve muttered all day. the smell of his shampoo is invading your senses, his cologne is seeping into your skin.

“if my baby gets to stay in bed all day, they i get to stay there too.” he declares, squeezing you tight, better than a weighted blanket, trapping all the bad things inside and replacing them with his good.

“can’t breathe,” you choke out in another laugh, the noises you make sounding foreign to your ears. has it really been so long since you’ve laughed? smiled like this?

he rolls off of you suddenly, pulling you along so you were trapped on top of his chest instead, the blanket rolling along with you and wrapping you both in tight.

“better?”

“yeah, sung. i’m better, now.”

felix

he passes you a whisk, looking pointedly at you when you don’t move to the counter where he’s standing. you roll his eyes at him before finally moving your feet, standing from where you’ve been sitting at the kitchen island on a barstool watching him work. he has dinner ready on top of the stove, and a bowl of brownie ingredients on the counter waiting for you to mix together.

“c’mon, love,” he says, perking up a bit when you finally get the whisk inside of the bowl. “we can’t have dinner without dessert, hmm? and we can’t have dessert without you. the most important ingredient in the recipe.”

“lix,” you whine, voice tired and a little furled around the edges. i’m not important, you want to say. “i’m not an ingredient,” is what you say instead.

“oh, really?” he said, reading right through you. he arches a delicate brow at you before moving behind you while you’re whisking to wrap his arms around your middle. he presses his cheek to your shoulder, nuzzling it there like a cat. his lips find your jawline, where he lays a few wet kisses there. “then why do you taste so sweet? sweeter than chocolate. and you’re tough, like unmelted butter. and don’t forget sharp, like cocoa powder.”

his words dig into your brain, battling against the negative thoughts that have been living there for weeks. your self doubt, your insecurity, your low mood fight against them, trying to tell you that he’s lying, he’s just saying that, he doesn’t really mean it. but the longer he stays there, his skin right up against yours, the more those thoughts get beaten down, slayed by the blades of sugar in his voice.

he dips his finger into the finished batter, sliding it into his mouth and swirling it off with his tongue.

“mm, i was right. you taste much better than this.”

seungmin

your feet drag as you walk to your apartment, exhausted from just the one class you had today for no reason at all. it was fine, but even getting out of bed this morning was almost impossible. you felt absolutely drained by the time you got to your lecture, and you don’t think you absorbed a single piece of information for the entire hour and a half you were there.

when you finally made it through the front door, you felt as if there was a pile of bricks in your bag weighing you down, and you quickly dropped it to the floor in favor of collapsing onto the couch next to seungmin. he looked cozy, dressed in an overside hoodie and sweatpants, glasses perched high on his nose and a smart looking novel in his hands. you wiggle your head underneath his arms and press your head to his thighs, feeling bad about taking up his reading time but not willing to stand another second being alone. you’ve been so lonely, all day. he made you feel lighter already, just by his presence, the pressure on your shoulders and around your temples beginning to fade already with his touch.

“bad day?” he asks, not drawing his eyes away from his book but moving one hand to card through your hair, fingers light on your scalp. you hum, not wanting to explain to him that this was just one bad day in a series of bad days, that it wasn’t any better or worse than the last yet you felt even more exhausted by the end of it than you had the day prior. you didn’t want to tell him that you felt tethered to him like he was your lifeline, the one think keeping you afloat in a sea of helplessness.

“read to me?” you say instead, wiggling a bit as you get comfortable in his lap and looking up at him with wide eyes. he looks down finally, expression softening when he takes in your face, and he nods with a soft smile before beginning the chapter again just for you.

jeongin

when he finds you spread over the couch, arm hanging limply over the edge and eyes glazed over from looking at the ceiling, you don’t even realize how much time has passed since he left for work. he’s already home? you swear it had only been an hour, or two max.

“did you eat?” he asked, walking over to you and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment, a stamp of compassion.

“no,” you said, only realizing now that you hadn’t eaten all day. the sun was setting outside, bathing the room in a golden glow, and you couldn’t bring yourself to be hungry, let alone make food and eat it. he clicked his tongue, fox eyes narrowing before leaving your side completely. you sigh at his absence, knowing that he was going to get a snack that you simply wouldn’t want to eat.

“ramen, soup, or grilled cheese?” he asks, materializing in front of you, holding a pack of noodles and a can of soup in one hand and a bag of week-old bread in another. you’re honestly surprised it hasn’t molded yet; probably helps that you haven’t even opened it since you bought it.

“none. i’m not hungry,” you say, crossing your arms and curling up into yourself. you’re sure that you’re pouting, making the picture of an angry toddler with your bunny slippers on your feet and your hoodie swathing your frame. you don’t care. he leaves the room with a sigh again, making you deflate into the couch cushions; you thought he would have fought a little harder, but it’s not his responsibility to make sure you feed yourself, is it?

he startles you out of your pity when he sits next to you, the sofa dipping under his weight and the warmth of his thigh feeling nice next to your head.

“up,” he instructs, nudging at your shoulder until you sit up simply to stop him. he’s holding a half-eaten tub of your favorite ice cream in one hand, two spoons in the other, and he’s wearing a big smile on his face. “i know we’re not supposed to be eating ice cream for dinner, but it’s not like chan hyung is here to say no, is he?”

you grab a spoon wordlessly when the thought of ice cream doesn’t make your stomach turn. one bite couldn’t hurt, right?

the encouraging smile he gives you when you tentatively take one bite doesn’t hurt, either.

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woncon · 9 months

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➳ the case of the missing cookie

➶ stray kids ot8 x gn!reader ｡˚ °

-ˏ` ✎﹏ where one of your boyfriends ate your cookie and you need to find out who was the thief, so you kiss everyone.

➴ genre: fluff, poly, slice of life, non-idol au

: ̗̀➛ warnings: mxm interactions (ofc), one punch, a lil' bit suggestive if you squint, a few pet names, a lots of kissing (꜆ ˃ ³ ˂)꜆

⌨ :: 2.8k words ♡ ︵ . .

⁀➷ special thanks to @honeytwo for helping me translate this fic into english, correcting my grammar and other mistakes. thank you for everything! °♡̷•.

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You've been keeping your cookie in store for a while now. You're searching for the glorious ocassion to eat it, and finally the time has come: your university assigment is all done, checked and sent, and you're ready to celebrate your success with having the tasty chocolate chip cookie.

The box is surpisingly light. You rip off the plastic cover, and your heart skips a beat. Your cookie isn't there, just a few little, orphan crumbs. You stare at them in disbelief, as if they would be able to point at the offender with their fingers. Half an hour ago you took a dreamy look at the cookie, because you were reassured by the knowledge that you can have it soon.

But one of your boyfriends was faster than you. Someone meanly ate your small treasure, your favourite sweet, which you guarded like how a mother would her tiny, innocent baby.

You throw the empty box on the kitchen counter, and you decide, you'll find and unveil the perpetrator. The crime happened less than thirty minutes, you just need to find the lips that taste like cookie, and then... There will be consequences, for sure. No one can eat your cookie without punishment. With that definite thought, you furrow your brows, nod and already on your way to investigate.

Minho wanted to take a look, if there's enough canned fish for the cats. That's why he goes to the kitchen. Where an unexpected you grabs him firmly and kisses him angrily and intensely. His tongue cannot resist, it's a miracle that your nor his hip doesn't hit the kitchen counter or one another. He grabs you by the hips and when he could truly have a taste of you, and take the lead, you pull away to take a breath.

You breathe onto each other's mouth after the kiss ends. Minho gives the now less furious you a questioning look. Usually, you're not the passionate one and you feel a little embarrassed in his arms, so you quickly get out from his lightsome hug.

"I'll explain later," you mumble the promise.

So, Minho can check the cat food with the memory of your lips on his mouth and heart, and you your other partners.

Your next target, who you find is Felix, sweet Felix, who wouldn't touch your cookie, 'cause he wouldn't want to hurt you this way. But it's possible that he accidentally ate it, and he didn't know the cookie was yours, so you definitely need to kiss him. It's a must.

You sit down on the sofa next to him in the living room. He's playing video games. You're still blunt from the kiss in the kitchen, so you shyly and gently pull his shirt to get his attention. Felix pauses his game, turning to you with interest on what you would want. But before he could ask you, you lean into him, crashing his lips with yours in a slow, sensual way. He tastes sweet, but not from the cookie, rather the raspberry flavored gummy bears laying next to his thigh. You're happy that you have no reason to be angry at him, and in addition you can kiss his perfect lips.

You leave his warm lips with a smile. You feel more calm and self-conscious.

"You can continue playing. That's all I wanted."

Even if you want to leave, the boy with the glittery, loving look and with galaxies shining on his face won't let you.

After a few more kisses and a giggly freckle pampering session later, with lips a little numb, but oh so loved, you go to the studio, 'cause Chan is surely there. You're ready for the next kisses to find the cookie flavor on someone's lips.

As with Felix, you wouldn't assume that Chan ate your cookie with malicious intent. Although when he's doing hard work and he gets hungry, Chan doesn't pay too much attention to what he's eating at the moment. He could eat it without knowing it was your cookie.

Before you open the door, you knock properly, and after his tired voice invites you in, you step into the room. Chan turns to you in his chair. He flashes a gentle smile, but his dull eyes show you that he is exhausted.

"You need a break."

"Yeah, yeah." Chan sighs while drumming on his thighs, sinking into his chair.

"If you continue like this, you will fall asleep on the keyboard." You step closer, running your fingers through his soft hair, massaging his scalp which he accepts with a relieved groan. Suddenly Chan pulls you into his lap and you cling to his shoulder with a surprised squeal.

"No, if I use you as a pillow."

Chan's smile widens and grows into a lovely grin as he cuddle you like a joyful yet sleepy koala, hiding his handsome face in the crook of your neck, imitating snoring sounds. You giggle at his playfulness, fishing his face out.

For a few silent moments you just watch him in deep awe. Chan caresses your back in slow circles and you give in and kiss him. He didn't eat any cookies, but he drinked one or two mango flavored energy drinks.

"Was this my goodnight kiss?"

"Not necessarily. You can get more, if you go to sleep in the bed."

"Im gonna save, then go. I promise." He press a light eskimo kiss on you and smiles widely. "Okay?"

"Uh-uh. You have ten minutes. If you're not with Seungmin by then, no more kisses for you."

After you threaten him, you leave his comfy, warm body and the room to search for your next boyfriend and potential cookie thief. Typical workout music emanates from one of the rooms: you enter there.

Changbin is on the rug, doing sit-ups in a loose athletic shirt. The TV shows the actual task and the remaining time. The music rumbles from the speakers. The boy is sweaty, his biceps streching perfectly. You're just in luck: he has a half minute long break right now. He just lays there like a starfish, panting heavily until you sit down on his stomach, pulling him up to your lips by grabbing the front of his cloth. His sigh is muted by your roaming mouth. It doesn't bother Changbin, he really enjoys how you randomly yet lovingly kiss him, how close you are. You don't mind that your chest is pressed againt his and your shirt getting a bit sweaty from the thight contact.

Changbin is very sexy, such a biscutie and a talented kisser, but he didn't eat any cookies recently, instead he had fruit flavored ice cream. The coldness is gone, but the taste is still fresh-like on his tongue.

"What's up?" He asks in a raspy voice which sends shivers down your spine. He strokes your sides lazily as the timer won't run out soon, as he can offer himself to you as long as you need him. You wanted to keep your mission as a secret, however you didn't know that Changbin would look at you like that, interested in whatever you want to say.

"Somebody ate my cookie, therefore I taste everyone. Lucky for you, you aren't the one." Your hand strokes his chest, touching every muscle beneath the sweated cloth, slightly lingering a bit on his abs.

Changbin smirks.

"Jisung was really suspicious when I went out on break."

"Thanks for the hint!" You kiss his puffy face, then get up.

The last time you were with Jisung, he was clinging to you, and he was demanding not just hugs, but attention. You were trying hard to calm him down. You reassured that when you finish your task, you will give all your hugs to him. Is it possible that Jisung ate your cookie out of revenge? Hopefully not.

But where could Jisung be? He was probably seeking hugs from somebody else. There's no better place for this than the big bedroom, where Seungmin sleeps. You approach the room on your tiptoes, quietly opening the door into the semi-darkness.

On the bed, under the big blanket hill, you can hear peaceful snoring. Smiling, you get closer, climbing on the bed. Paying attention not to kneel on anybody, and when you sucessfully make your way behind your closer boyfriend, you nest yourself to his back. You immediately recognize Seungmin from his scent, his messy hair and the soft way he snores. You lean over his shoulder to place a light kiss on his cheek. He couldn't eat your cookie unless he's a sleepwalker, which is completely out of the question.

However, the boy who sleeps next to Seungmin, maybe. Jisung maybe. You need to find out, that's why you're here. You can't cuddle up with the lovely duo and just rest, you need to know whose fault it is that you can't enjoy your celebration cookie.

You approach from the other side of the bed. Jisung's head is fully in Seungmin's chest. He got as close to him as possible.

"Hanie... Jisungie... Baby..."

You kiss his shoulder, fondling his back, softly calling his name.

"Huh?" Jisung turns your way, his tone is dripping from deep sleep. You kiss his lips. The kiss is slow, dripping with honey like his dreams. Sweet, but not from the cookie, more like the hazelnut chocolate that Changbin probably saw him eat earlier.

"Y/n..."

"Just sleep, baby." You rub your nose on his neck, when his head slumps back on the pillow.

As you climb backwards on the bed, wondering where you should search for your remaining two boyfriends, an unexpected loud noise comes from the bathroom followed by muffled swearing. Something hit the ground with a loud thud.

You become scared that something bad happened, for example the hair dryer fell on the unlucky Jeongin's or Hyunjin's feet, but that's not the case. You can see that when you open the door hurriedly. It was just the comb on the ground and Hyunjin's feet look fine - as fine as feet can be. He bends down for the fallen thing.

"Is everything alright?"

You ask in a whisper, the door clicks behind you. You let go of the doorknob, and grab the towel. You want to help dry his locks, they don't look ready for combing yet.

"Yeah."

Hyunjin is a strong-minded guy, besides his overwhelming charm helps him reach what he desires. For example, you on the top of the washing machine rubbing his hair, while he is between your thighs.

Or even the last cookie...

Hyunjin hums from the pleasant feeling as you try to dry his hair. He puts his hands on your waist, drawing you a bit closer. Then he sees your shirt.

"You're wet? Did I make you wet?"

"No. Changbin did. I mean, this is his sweat."

"What did you do?" Hyunjin mouth turns upwards into a smile, his left eyebrow frows in a teasing manner. Devilishly angelic.

"Nothing bad." You feel the heat beneath your cheeks as you poke his nose and stop the hair drying.

"Nothing bad, huh?"

Hyunjin's eyes gets smug and excitedly dark. His gaze is on your lips, touching you with his look first only, then dulcetly devouring your lips by savouring them.

Hyunjin's kisses are magical. He also magically diverts your attention from your cookie-finding quest. He didn't eat your cookie, you don't taste it, however you can't make yourself move from his embrace. He's a born talent: with his kisses, he easily distracts you from his nimble fingers working their way beneath your shirt, then with proficient and successful movements he takes it off you.

When you lean back to protest, Hyunjin lifts the material over your head, then throws it into the laundry, so he can hug your bare waist smirking pleasantly. The air feels heavier in your lungs as his fingers draw circles and unrecognizable shapes on your side.

"Hyunjin..."

Your sigh bursts into laughter as he tickles your sides and your naked belly.

"Stop, stop! Hey! Hyunjin!"

When your vehement protest bears it's fruit, Hyunjin cheekily yet lovingly smiles at you.

The door opens, both of you look at the arriving Chan. He isn't surprised, just looks at the two of you with a dreamy smile. Hyunjin and you are one of his favourite people, and seeing you together always makes his heart beat faster, while he smiles like a teenager experiencing his first love.

"I came for my promised goodnight kiss."

"Can I have your hoodie in exchange?" You want his black hoodie so bad. Though the air was hot a minute ago, it's still cold for your uncovered skin. "You won't need it anyway. The boys warmed up the bed so much, it feels like it's burning. You won't be cold."

Chan doesn't nod, just pulls his hoodie off his head. While he does it just for you, you can catch a piece of his brawny stomach, 'cause his shirt slides up a bit too. The view is satisfying indeed.

You happily pull on the relic which smells like Chan and feels like his hug around your whole torso. You still smile when you give him your goodnight kiss. Chan hums gratefully, caresses your cheek, then he gets a kiss from Hyunjin too, gently grabbing his not dried locks.

The conclusion hits you like a train: there is only one boy left who could eat your cookie.

Jeongin. The sassy, naughty Innie.

"Do you know where Innie is?"

You get down from the washing machine with the intention to track down the thief. No longer his identity, but his location.

"He went to the market."

Hyunjin finally uses the hairbrush.

"He should enjoy it while he can."

Your eyes become dark and threatening.

"What happened?"

"He ate my cookie. The last cookie."

Chan hisses. "Woe to him. Come, hug out your anger from me and Sungie, while he isn't here. Maybe it will help."

"Okay."

Chan gets behind Jisung, and sensing the big, comfortable body's heat, the boy turns around and clings onto the older with a content whine. You settle down on Chan's other side, cuddling up to him, listening to his heartbeat. As his heart calms down, he began to snore quietly as he sinks into sleep. You smoothly pat Jisung's hand, trying to focus on that and not imagine how you'll chase Jeongin with your slippers when he comes back.

Your cookie is holy and invulnerable.

You can't stay idle for long, you get up, tuck your boyfriends, then you leave the bedroom and you don't stop until you're in the living room where the freshly showered Changbin, Felix and the cats are. They're chilling on the sofa, watching one of the many Bruce Willis movies.

You sit down next to Changbin. The frustration is too much, you huff and your head land in his shoulder, the tip of your nose softly touching his neck. Maybe the stress wouldn't follow you there. Changbin's hand softly strokes your thigh as his other hand lays on the top of Felix's knee.

"Have you found Jisung?"

"Yes. But it wasn't him. It was Jeongin. He isn't home yet."

"What are you whispering about?" Felix curiously leans closer, rubbing the purring cat's head.

"I found out that Jeongin ate my cookie."

"What will you do to him when he arrives?"

"I'll kill him. I just don't know how yet."

Changbin tries to hide his smile. You are really cute when you curdle like that, 'cuz it's clear that you won't fulfill those threats.

As if somebody told him to come in, the thief arrives. You, your two boyfriends and the cats can hear the front door's opening, the key clinks, the coat swishes, the shoes tap on the floor, and there is one more person in the house.

"YANG JEONGIN!"

You're very fast, getting to him by seconds. Your mouth is a strict line, and in your eyes, the betrayal and the wrath swirls when you punch his chest, offended.

"You ate my cookie!"

"Ouch!" That's his reaction. He doesn't protect his body from you, you can easily use him as a pounching bag if you want to. But even if you're grumpy, you get interested in the thing he is holding behind his back. It's rattling. In turn, as hard you try to see, as committed he is to hide it from you.

"Please, don't kill me. I didn't know that cookie was yours, 'm sorry that I ate it. But I brought a whole pack just for you. Can you forgive me?"

Jeongin shows you the box of cookies, while he looks at you with the most precious puppy eyes and makes a little pout which melts your heart instantly. That's the guilty Innie's speciality.

You accept your gift, then you softly sigh. You're reconciled, you don't resent anymore. You can be easily reassured. You even press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, so he knows that you forgave him. Jeongin smirks widely, his eyes turn into mischievous half moons.

You're pleased and proud too, 'cuz in the end you found your missing cookie and solved the case.

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ccawz · 1 year

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Little moments

ot8! x gn!reader. 1.8k words total, but each blurb is >300.

warnings: lip picking, food mentions, Minho’s is a bit sad in the beginning, I hope that’s it. all in established relationships!!

a/n: I could not stop thinking about emo Han so that explains his 😭. and Chan and Jeongin’s are based off my own problems 😭

“Stop that.”

You stare at Chan, a confused expression on your face as he looks at you with a stern expression. “Stop what?”

He swats at your hand, rolling his eyes when the piece of skin you were picking at comes off. “Stop picking your lips.” He tugs your hand down when you reach for them again, lacing his fingers with yours. “It’s not good.”

“You’re supposed to indulge in my habits with me.” You argue, groaning when he takes your other hand too.

“I do.” he retorts, “The healthy ones.”

“This is healthy.” You mutter. “I can’t stand dry lips or the feeling of my skin peeling off.”

“Then use chapstick.” He deadpans. You toss your head back with a groan that sparks a laugh from him, nearly falling back when he lets go of your hands. “Here,” he says, pulling out the chapstick tube from his pocket and presenting it to your lips. “I’ll be your personal chapstick applier.”

“Is that even a word?” You question, narrowing your eyes at him when he scoffs and tells you it is. “I have a better idea.” He tilts his head, giving you the tube when you ask for it.

He juts his lips out when you start running the balm over them, eyes widening when you tug him to you by the collar of his shirt.

A giggle bubbles up when you kiss him softly, hands reaching up to cradle your face while you grin against his lips.

“If you apply it like that, maybe I’ll consider stopping.” You propose, smiling when he lets out a laugh.

“Deal.”

“You should smile more.”

At your words, Minho whips his head towards you, glare boring into your skull. “Do you have a death wish?” He threatens, feeling hurt by your words. “Why would you say that?”

“I don’t mean it in a bad way. I’m sorry.” His shoulders relax at your apology, but the walls he’d built from before you surface again, keep him closed off when you move to hold his hand. “I just think you have a pretty smile. I don’t get to see it often….”

This time Minho slumps against your body, pushing you down to the bed with a flop and a protest. He climbs on top of you, hiding his face in your shoulder.

“You’re always working,” he murmurs, words muffled. “It’s hard not being sad when you’re not here, and I guess it doesn’t leave when you get here.”

You frown at his words, fingers messing with his hair. “I promise to make more time for you,” you say, pressing a kiss to his head. “I'm sorry I didn’t do it from the start.”

He lifts his head, looking at you with a teasing grin. “Would you quit your job for me?”

“As if. With both of us working we’ll have a fortune in no time and retire early.” You scoff, smiling as you flip him over. “Then we can see each other all the time.”

He laughs loudly as you press kisses to any area you can reach, pushing your shoulders back when you start pressing wet kisses to his cheek. “I’m already sick of you!”

“Does it hurt?” Changbin shakes his head, slowly easing himself down onto the bed, letting out a pained groan when he moves onto his side. “Are you sure?”

He nods, obvious discomfort written on his face. “Of course.” He looks at you with a pained smile, playfulness seeping through as he moves to pull the blanket over him. “I am so fine right now.”

You frown as he lays uncomfortably in the bed, “I told you to take it easy at the gym.” Changbin huffs at your scolding, scrunching his face in disgust when you run a rag across his forehead. “You just got over your fever. You shouldn’t be pushing yourself so hard so soon.”

“I know.” He mumbled, “I just felt so lazy laying in bed all the time.”

You sigh, nestling under the covers next to him. “And look where that got you.” A grin comes to your lips when he whines again, yelling out an empty threat to kick you off the bed. “You couldn’t even if you wanted to.”

He tosses an arm over you, groaning loudly as he does. “I’ll just keep you here with me, all day and all night. You’ll never leave me.”

“You’re keeping me hostage? Who’s going to make your food then?” You ask, hugging his waist.

He hums, peppering kisses to your face. “I guess we can make an exception for food.” He thinks for a moment, looking down at you with a bright smile. “Do you think the delivery guy would bring it here?”

“Hey,” hyunjin mumbled sleepily as he shuffled into the dining room, shirt haphazardly put on by the way it’s lopsided and backward. “What are you still doing up?”

You frown at his disheveled appearance but still wonder how he could look good even while half asleep. “Sorry, Hyun,” you apologize, finally shutting your laptop off. “I was finishing a paper.”

“You’re done now?” He asks, leaning his weight against your body when you stand in front of him. His eyes flutter shut repeatedly, sleep slowly taking over his body even when he stands. “Coming to bed?”

“Mhm.” You hum, rubbing his back softly. “Can’t have my love be lonely for so long, someone needs to cuddle him.”

Hyunjin hums sleepily, finding your hand before dragging you in the direction of your shared bedroom. “We’ll sleep in, hm?”

“Of course.” You agree, pressing a kiss to his forehead when he settles onto his side of the bed, wasting no time in dragging you to meet him in the middle. “Maybe, if you let me go at some point, I’ll make you breakfast in bed. How’s that sound?”

A smile creeps up to his face at your words, head tucking down to rest under your chin. “Sounds like I don’t deserve you.” You hum, brushing your hands against his back. “I love you, good night.”

A chaste kiss to his forehead and a quiet, “I love you more.” Was your response.

“Look up.”

Han silently obliged, wide glossy eyes peering at the ceiling. There’s an evident frown on his lips as you run the eyeliner pencil along his waterline, eyes watering the slightest from his inability to blink.

“Are we almost done?” He asks quietly, lifting his hand to your arm, quietly telling you he needed a break. “I love being this close to you, but I don’t love a pencil close to my eyeball.”

He smiles when you chuckle, cheeks warming when you pinch at his chin, brushing your thumb slightly under his eye to smudge the makeup. “Just finished. Thanks for staying still.”

“Reward me with a kiss.” He says, looking at you with puckered lips, giggling when you take the opportunity to apply lip balm. “Give me a kiss.”

“Sorry, I can’t. I wouldn’t want to ruin your makeup.” He rolls his eyes. “Whoever did it must’ve put so much effort into it.”

“Then, should I give you a kiss?” He asks, placing his hands on your cheeks when you hum in thought. “I think we both deserve a kiss.”

You smile, pecking his lips once before he brings you closer again. “I think so too.”

“One more!”

You laugh as Felix clings onto you, back pressing against the front door while he continues his attack for kisses. “Any more and I’ll be late for work. Lix.”

“I don’t see a problem with that.” He says, arms hugging your waist as he puckers his lips in your direction. “Then we can kiss all day and night.”

You raise a brow at his words, “And who’s gonna bring in the income while you and the boys are on a long, well-deserved break, hm?”

“I’m still getting money though.” He murmurs under his breath, shouting loudly when you flick his forehead. He shouts again when you twist the doorknob open, hugging you when you step a foot outside. “Don’t go. I still haven’t gotten my kiss.”

“I gave you like twenty kisses, Lix.” You say, frowning when he pouts at you. “I really have to go now or else they’ll make me stay late.”

At your words, Felix’s eyes widened. “What are you still doing here! Go, go to work so you can come home early!”

You roll your eyes at his newfound urgency, nearly tripping when he shoved you further out of the door, glaring at him when he laughs. “I’ll see you after work.”

“Hold on!” You turn to look at him with a dead expression, yelping when he presses his lips against yours. He pulls back with a wide smile, pressing another kiss to your cheek. “Have a good day at work.”

“Here you go.”

Seungmin stares at the bundle of flowers being presented to him with a confused smile. Conflicted on how he should feel at that moment. “Flowers?”

“I thought it’d be nice… you know, like a little ‘I love you’ without having to say it.” You mumble, silently regretting your decision from his reaction. “You don’t have to take them.”

He backs away when you reach for them, swatting at your hand. “Back off. These are mine.” A laugh bubbles up at his defensive tone, holding your hands up in surrender as he walks around you to the kitchen. “What kind of flowers are these?”

“Sunflowers.”

“Cause I’m your sun?” He teases, snipping off the ends before placing them in a vase.

“Yeah.” He stops in his tracks at your agreement, the tips of his ears growing red as you look at him with a smile.

He rolls his eyes, an obvious facade based on his rosy cheeks. “I forgot how cheesy you were.” You follow him into the living room, watching him place the base in the center of the coffee table.

He shakes your shoulders wildly, smiling as your head rocks back and forth, then laughs at the groan you let out. “Thank you.”

“I can’t do it. You do it for me.”

Jeongin rolls his eyes, grabbing the hair dryer from your hands. “You’re such a coward.” He grumbled, “What kind of irrational fear is one of hair dryers?”

“A valid one.” You snap, “And ever since I saw the barrel spark, I’ve been afraid to use them. Why do you think I go to bed with wet hair sometimes?”

He deadpans, “All those nights where I was being flicked with water every time you turned, that was your reason?” When you nod, he rolls his eyes again, finally turning on the dryer. “Unbelievable.”

He moves the dryer to the front of your face, laughing loudly when you sputter and reach to slap him. “This is payback!” He yells when you stand up, turning off the dryer and running out of the bathroom. “Hey! I was helping you. You can’t hurt me!”

“You were making fun of me.” You correct, tackling him onto your bed. Jeongin screeches when your fingers poke into his side, screaming louder when you lift his shirt up and blow raspberries on his stomach.

“This is bullying!” He shouts, holding your shoulders when your face hovers above his. “You hate me.”

You press a quick kiss to his cheek, smiling when he giggles. “Mhm, so much.”

#skz x gn reader #skz x reader #stray kids x gender neutral reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids fanfic #bang chan x reader #changbin x reader #seo changbin x reader #lee know x reader #lee minho x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader #lee felix x reader #kim seungmin x reader #yang jeongin x reader

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luvyeni · 1 year

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i love all your works sm 🙁🫶 could you possibly do nct dream texting you randomly kinda like a second nature thing and then you remind them you’re actually broken up 🙁🙁🙁🙁 maybe even a nice end to all of them 🙁🙁🙁

—｛🎂｝TEXT AFTER THE BREAK UP; W/ NCT DREAM (TEXT MESSAGES)

pairings. exboyfriend!nctdream x fem!reader

warnings. none

authors note. i hope you like it, i suck at writing angst.

—｛🍰｝... MARK ! ⋮

—｛🍰｝... RENJUN ! ⋮

—｛🍰｝... JENO ! ⋮

—｛🍰｝... HAECHAN ! ⋮

—｛🍰｝... JAEMIN ! ⋮

—｛🍰｝... CHENLE ! ⋮

—｛🍰｝... JISUNG ! ⋮

©️LUVYENI

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spiceofvy · 2 months

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hello friend!

i just read your skz posts for nearly an hour straight — you’re a very talented writer! i love your characterizations of them and the scenarios you come up with for requests are all unique, i love that!

if you’re up for it, would you consider writing a soft/fluffy skz with reader who craves some attention but for some reason won’t just verbally ask for it? (maybe had a long and hard day, or is a little too shy to ask for affection straight up, or is sleepy, etc.)? especially seungmin — i see a lot of rough or aggressive seungmin but lately i just so crave a sweet and fluffy seungmin.

no worries if you’re not interested — i still really enjoy all your writing! 🌸🌼

SKZ - Reader is too shy to ask for affection

a/n: aww thank you for your super sweet words! the ask is also super adorable! while writing i also realized that i was also in need for some seungmin fluff, so i made sure to write his part extra long! i hope you enjoy!

cws: gender neutral reader, sfw, fluff

Chan: He just constantly misses you. Even when he just saw you, or made the choice to leave himself. So he is really aware of how you feel when you are around each other. And with that discovered that your habit of visiting him in the studio was not only to spend time with you but also you subtly showing him that you need some attention from him. So he just opens his arms for you and pulls you onto his lap. No words needed.

Minho: When he realizes your need for some attention he is initially unsure what to do. Do you just need a hug, or maybe some cuddles? Would a few kisses make it better or is the solution a home cooked four course meal? In the end he makes the smartest decision possible and just hugs you really tightly, softly asking what you want to do. Being all ears for what you need and then doing exactly that.

Changbin: A very cuddly person himself, so when he cuddles you it's always one of his own needs too. Especially after a long day he just wants to feel you close. Prefers the bed over the couch so if one of you falls asleep while cuddling you don't have to get up again. On the very few days he does not initiate a cuddling session himself, he does take the hints for your needs for attention very well. A pull at his hand, a look towards the bedroom and a moment later you are cuddled up against him.

Hyunjin: I stay true to my "Hyunjin can read your body language like a book" agenda. Because this is also very true in this scenario. You don't need to tell him that you are in need of his affection because he can tell just from your eyes. And he doesn't care how busy he is in theory because he always has time for you. Even better if he can share it with his other passion, art. He loves to have you on his lap as he paints, sometimes using his clean hand to caress your back.

Han: I imagine this situation to be really rare when dating Han as he is at least just as needy as you are. Most of the time he just takes the affection he needs, throwing himself on you when you are lying on the couch, cuddling you tightly. So when he can't do that it's probably because he has to rehearse a lot for a comeback or while he is on tour. But as soon as you just sit next to him and stare him down he gets the message and throws himself at you in his usual manner.

Felix: Feels your need for his attention under his skin. He is a giver when it comes to any kind of affection. So whenever he just gets the feeling that you could need some love he gives it to you en masse. He pulls you onto the couch and curls up next to you, nuzzling your neck and holding you so tight all your worries are gone. Holding your hands even after he lets you go and smiles at you until you fall asleep.

Seungmin: The thing with Seungmin is that he himself is quite shy about physical touch and unsure about how much you want from him. So he just sits next to you, extending his arm out, softly caressing your cheek with his fingertips, and when you lean into his touch he opens his arms for you, pulling you into a warm hug. Laying you on top of him, cuddling with you on the couch. After some time he starts softly talking to you about his day, and in return listens to you talk about your own, softly massaging your scalp. Letting you stay there after you fall asleep, even when he is tired himself, and his legs feel numb. Because your comfort means just so much more to him than his own.

Jeongin: Also tends to be on the shy side when it comes to physical affection. But he easily picks up on the little things, your eyes lingering on his hands, maybe you pulling over one of his sweatshirts to feel closer to him. So he just straight up asks if you want to spend some time cuddling on the couch. You don't need to say much, a quick nod is enough for him to pull you close and spend the whole night watching movies with you.

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jaelvr · 29 days

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Work song

Home | NCT Dream masterlist |

Requested : no

Prompts ; 45. “We’ll get through this together.” + 53. “you bought me flowers?”

Pairing : boyfriend! Jisung x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 870

Warnings : mutual feelings, established, idol au, fluff, slightly ooc

Have a great day !!

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To say long distance was hard would be a massive understatement. But was it worth it? Every bit. Course, it came with hardships - not being able to see each other often or touch each other, but it was so worth it. "Hey…" He smiled at you softly, taking in your features once you answered his call. "Hey sungie! I missed you." you responded, eyes full of love as you gazed at him. His hair had changed colour for the new comeback, now back to its natural shade, with slight bags under his eyes due to the busy schedule he'd been having.

Jisung chuckled, he could hear the joy in your voice. "I missed you too…baby." Jisung smiled, he had been waiting all day for you to be home. When you finally messaged him that you reached home, he immediately called you. "it's been a while…" He sighed. He felt as though time was passing by so slowly, especially since it was taking him so long to see you. Jisung tried to smile but something was weighing down on him. "Ji? What's up, sweet?" you asked gently, your smile turning into a frown. He took a deep breath, his leg anxiously bouncing as he took a moment to respond. "I hate being long-distance." he admitted quietly, trying to hide him getting emotional. "I love you so much, but I just...I want us together." he continued, his voice cracking and eyes glossy.

"Oh, angel.." you murmured softly, eyes softening. "Hey, hey, hey..we'll get through this together." you tried to comfort, immediately pulling your laptop out. "Baby…" Jisung's voice broke as he let himself break down. He couldn't contain his emotions. "I'm sorry, I'm just…" Jisung's voice was breaking as he tried to speak. He was fighting back tears as he tried his best to stop himself as he was starting to cry. "I just miss you too much…" Jisung said, wiping his eyes with one of his hands. "Don't ever apologise, Ji." you assured, eyes gentle as you looked at your laptop for something. Jisung sniffled, his lip twitching slightly as he looked at you. His heart beating fast as he waited for what you were about to show him. "What is it?" He wondered as he wiped away his tears with his free hand.

"I'm coming to see you."

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You were in his room at the dorms, waiting for him to get back from wherever he was, the other dream members helping to surprise him. you stayed quiet as you heard voices enter the dorms and footsteps approaching his room. Jisung walked in with the Dream members behind him, a huge smile covering his face when he saw you. He looked as if he was a little in disbelief. All the Dream members smiled as they watched and waited for Jisung to see you in the room waiting for him. "Told you, sungie." you grinned, standing up and giggling softly at his reaction.

Jisung rushed over to you, hugging you tightly. The dream members laughed at his reaction as they smiled. "You really came…" Jisung grinned, still in disbelief that you were here with him. His eyes were wide as he pulled back slightly to get a look at you. "Of course I did." you murmured, cupping his face and pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. Jisung wrapped his arms around your waist, grinning as he felt your body press against his. He enjoyed this moment, embracing every ounce of you before planting a soft kiss on your chin. "I love you…" Jisung said, a wide grin forming on his face as the dream members left the room. Now it was just both of you alone in his room on his bed. "I love you so much more, my sweet boy." you whispered, kissing him lovingly.

Jisung returned the soft kiss before kissing you back more passionately. He held your body close to his as your hands ran through each other's hair. He was lost in the moment as he wrapped both his arms around you, holding you back gently. It was just the two of you in his room, now sharing each other's presence. It felt surreal to him, being in this same room with you, finally able to touch and hold you. He missed this feeling of being with you physically. "Oh! These are for you too." you hummed, reaching over to his desk to grab the flower bouquet.

Jisung looked surprised as he heard you pick something up from his desk. He was curious as to what you picked up. He looked over to see you holding a flower bouquet. He looked at you with an excited expression on his face. "Oh! You bought me flowers?…" Jisung gasped, looking at the bouquet as a soft smile spread across his face. "Flowers for my pretty boy." you murmured softly, forehead against his. Jisung chuckled softly, gently wrapping his hands around the bouquet and pulling it closer to him with a fond grin. "Thank you baby…" He grinned, then wrapped his arms around you gently, pressing his lips to your forehead in appreciation.

This is exactly what he needed after a long week.

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strlstlvr · 10 months

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LOVER IS A DAY, the moment you realized you loved them ♡

- no matter how long you’d already been with him, this was the moment the feelings you had for him hit you like a truck

⋆·˚ ༘ * FLUFF AND MORE FLUFF, lil angsty on seungmins😖

BANG CHAN

Last night you had come over on a whim, texting Chan ‘why aren’t you asleep it’s 2am?’ And before he could text back you were already at his dorm, in your pjs ready to spend a comfy night beside him.

You actually hadn’t meant to fall asleep but the next morning when you opened your eyes, instead of seeing your own room you were met with Chan’s face facing yours.

You’ve seen his sleeping face before but something about waking up to it had your heart racing like never before. Eventually his eyes fluttered open and he smiled softly at you, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You laugh and reply, “Channie, you’re so beautiful. I love you.” That catches him off guard but he immediately replies, “I love you too Y/n L/n”, and presses his lips onto yours

LEE MINHO

You don’t know what it was or how it happened but at the moment you were hanging off your bed holding onto the trash can next to your bed as your boyfriend comes back into the room with water and medicine.

“No offense but i don’t think you should’ve accepted the cookies your little cousin made”, he says handing you the water and sitting next to you. You accept the water and chug as much of it as you could afterwards wiping your mouth, “you’re probably right, unfortunately”, and lay your head on his shoulder.

A moment of peace and quiet sets the mood for you two, the only time you’ve had to relax since getting back home. “Thank you for taking care of me, I love you”, it took you a moment to realize what you’d said but before you could apologize, he beat you to it, grabbing your face and staring into your eyes, “I love you too Y/n”.

SEO CHANGBIN

Currently, you were at Changbin’s dorm watching him play hide and seek with his cousin’s 3 year old daughter. It surprised you to see how much his cousin’s depended on and trusted your boyfriend to watch their kid.

It felt different to watch him as he played and laughed with the 3-year old, you had never seen him like this before. He was playful yet gentle, it started making you wonder ‘what would he be like if it was his own kid?’.

“What are you thinking about in that pretty head of yours?”, Changbin asks, pulling you out of your thoughts as he kisses your head and sits next to you. For a moment you just stare at him, admiring him because in a matter of minutes everything about him just became way more attractive.

The way his hair was curly and natural, his face had not a spot of makeup, and he was only in sweats and a hoodie, it’s made your heart feel like it was going to jump out of your chest. “Y/n is everything okay?”, he asks grabbing your face and examining it to see if he could figure out what was wrong. “Seo Changbin, i’m in love with you and everything about yo-“, and before you could continue your rant he interrupts it by placing his lips on yours.

HWANG HYUNJIN

Hyunjin hadn’t seen you before the concert so he didn’t know you had gone all out like any other fan did, you had a poster with his name on it, an exact replica of your favorite concept outfit of his, and your lightstick bedazzled.

You decided not to look at the set list as to be surprised but hearing the beginning of red lights had you more shocked than you had ever been before. You’ve seen him perform red lights so many times (also watched the mv a billion times) but this time something about Hyunjin’s presence was different.

When they stopped performing and it was time for the boys to talk to stays, hyunjin immediately went to find your face in the crowd and as soon as he did you yelled, “I LOVE YOU HWANG HYUNJIN!”, causing him and the rest of his group to pause as they recognized your voice and it caught them off guard.

The rest of the group laughed trying to play it off while hyunjin picks up him mic and replies, “I love you too” and followed it with a wink. Videos of the interaction were everywhere and you were known as ‘the luckiest stay’ when in reality it was just an unforgettable moment between you and your boyfriend.

HAN JISUNG

“Jisung just let me in, PLEASE”, you beg to your boyfriend that’s on the other side of the kitchen door. “NO you cannot see this, it needs to be perfect for your birthday!”, he pleads, you could tell things weren’t going his way as for the past 30 minutes that you’ve been awake all you’ve heard are his frustrated huffs.

“Ji please, how long have you been in there for?”, you question and before he could answer Felix does it for him passing by behind you, “He’s been in there for the past 2 hours”. “Alright 2 hours is long enough, i’m coming in Ji”, you say and push open the door.

Looking around you can see tons of decorations that he had hung up and in the middle of the kitchen is your boyfriend that looks like he’s been through hell and back staring down at the floor. “Ji this is perfect why wouldn’t you let me come in?”, you say walking up to him and forcing him to look at you, “It’s not the decorations y/n, it’s the cake.”, he says and points to the table.

Looking at the cake you cover your mouth trying to hold in your laugh, “I asked Felix to help me bake you a cake but obviously I can’t even follow instructions”, the cake in front of you was lopsided because somehow only half of the cake baked fully.

You throw your arms over your boyfriend and give him a kiss on the cheek, “I love you Ji, thank you for trying.” His face immediately turns to yours, “You love me? But I ruined your birthday!” “You didn’t ruin anything, I promise. Now let’s try baking this cake again”, you laugh as he tackles your face in kisses at your confession.

LEE FELIX

One thing that you and felix always did when the weather was nice, was ride your bikes together. This time you guys had gone a little bit later than you usually did and got to witness the sunset during your whole ride.

Looking over to your boyfriend who’s inhaling the fresh air, you can tell he needed this. The golden sun leaving a warm feeling on your face but when you see Felix’s big smile, that warm feeling spreads to the rest of your body.

Finally stopping at a park, you guys have a good view of the sunset but you can’t seem to take your eyes off the blonde boy next to you. The golden rays of the sun completely maximizes the freckles on his perfectly tanned skin, you’re completely mesmerized by how one person can look so perfect.

You decide to pull your phone out to take pictures of him, this moment should be cherished forever. “Hey! You’re not even looking at the sunset!”, he whines once he notices that you had your phone out taking pictures of him. “I’d rather look at you honestly, you’re way prettier than any sunset Lix.”

KIM SEUNGMIN

Seungmin slammed the door behind him as he walked into the dorms, he had just got back from a meeting with the company, your relationship had been leaked. You had stayed in the same spot he left you in, your anxiety was through the roof after you had seen your guys’ face all over twitter.

You were nervous you didn’t know what words were going to come out of your boyfriend’s mouth. “They said we have to deny it. They already made the statement and everything, I tried to convince them but you know they wouldn’t budge.”, he angrily sighs as he sits next to you and puts his head in his hands.

You took a big deep breath in, “Did they say anything about us?”, it was a question you didn’t want to know the answer to nor want to ask but you had to. “They told us we shouldn’t see each other anymore and that this could ruin mine and the rest of the groups career and image.”, he says while keeping his head down.

You knew what JYP was like so while this answer didn’t surprise you it still hurt, so you get up to leave. “Y/n where are you going?”, “Seungmin the last thing I want is to get in the way of your dream so I think we should listen to them”, you explain as your voice gradually becomes more quiet.

He immediately jumps up and grabs your face, “Y/n you’re my dream, you’re all i’ve ever wanted and there’s no way in hell i’d let anyone, ESPECIALLY JYP, get in the way of that”, he stares straight into your eyes while tears begin to build up in his. You sniffle trying to hold back your tears, “If you really mean that seungie, then i’ll stay with you.” Although you felt it first he’s the one that had the courage to say it, “I love you Y/n”.

YANG JEONGIN

Walking into the coffee shop, you were immediately hit with the smell of baked goods and espresso beans, it was a smell that comforted you. You scanned around the room looking for your boyfriend but eventually you landed on his fox-like eyes staring right back at you excitedly.

You walk up to the table he’s sitting at and sit across from him, although you want to hug him you decide not to as you’re in public and don’t want to spread rumors. From just looking at him you could tell he was happy, he had a mask and hoodie on just like you did but nonetheless you were more than happy to be there with him.

The date mainly consisted of the two of you catching up as he had just finished his tour and sipping on your drinks. He also brought out a few bags of gifts that he got you while traveling across the globe, you both laughed at his silly antics and jokes, just enjoying each others company.

As Jeongin continues to talk you begin to study his face, every time you guys finally get to meet up after awhile it seems like he gets more and more attractive. Although you’ve both changed a lot in the while you’ve been dating, you realize he brought you a feeling more comforting than the coffee shop did and that moments like these with Jeongin were ones that you could get used to for the rest of your life.

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