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Agust Dad—Nine

➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party- one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry

➭ genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au

➭ warnings: angst but also not that angsty??, rushed to edit this so WILL have mistakes, self hate talk, poor communication skills

note: wow been a while. in the months i’ve been gone it’s turned into a new year and i’ve just recently turned the age of a legal adult (hooray?). how have you guys been? this chapter hit a lil too personally as someone who cannot communicate and pushes ppl out so i hope y’all like it😭🫰🏾again taglist is: closed.

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You were stupid.

As much as you wanted to gaslight yourself into the thinking that the few days of silence is just what you need to clear your mind and have some space after all of the hectic chaos going around, it wasn’t as peaceful as you hoped. The silence started to turn more uncomfortable, becoming deafening and depressing quickly.

So on the third day, when the ringing of the doorbell broke the silence, somewhere inside the self pity you had been drowning in the last couple of days was grateful.

It’s short lived.

Being the baby mama of a famous Kpop idol billionaire, you knew it was only a matter of time before someone came knocking and looking for you sooner or later. That part you guessed. What was making you nervous was the fact that you didn’t know who was going to come.

Was it a crazy fan who somehow managed to find out where you stayed (which was still in Yoongi’s house, ironically)? Was it a member of BTS themselves? Or worst of all, was it Yoongi.

The thought made you so nervous and sick to your stomach. Out of all the awkward interactions you were avoiding the one with Yoongi the most, though that wasn’t hard to do recently. You had kicked him out and broke your only form of communication aka your phone.

There’s a knock on the door a couple seconds later, not a doorbell, a knock. Then another, and another. There is a sense of urgency to the knocks, like whoever is at the door is afraid to wait any longer before trying to speak to you.

You finally get up from the bed, your legs shaking a little bit from standing. You move slowly towards the door, trying to calm your nerves.

It is too silent outside the door, and you have no idea about the identity of the person standing outside. It can be anyone, and in a way, it's scary but you have half a brain to look through the peephole to prepare yourself for whoever it is.

Your eyes widen and your face pales when you see a familiar face, one you hadn’t really thought about. Harin.

She doesn’t look her best which was unlike her. Usually she’d have on at least a bit of makeup and dress nicely, no matter where she was or where she was going. She was classy, and always had on a caring, bright smile. No matter how much struggle it was being in the spotlight because of Jin or being away from Jin because of his job, she was strong. She was everything you wanted to be, you in an alternate universe where you had met Yoongi under the right circumstances.

But looking at her now, on your doorstep with very noticeable eyebags and a dying look of worry, some guilt hits you, and all you want to do is throw the door open and cry into her arms. You had always kept people and friends at a distance, it felt so different to want to seek out someone’s comfort. Maybe this is what it was like to trust and care heavily about people, you didn’t know. Everything nowadays was new to you.

You slowly open the door with a shaky hand, your heart skipping a beat when her head snaps over to the sound of it finally opening.

“Harin..” her name slips from your mouth in a shaky breathless voice. Harin nods, her entire face filled with compassion and worry. One look at you and she can see that you haven't been doing well at all and you can only imagine the amount of pity she’s feeling.

She looks at you for a moment before speaking softly. "I heard about everything that's been going on, please... let me come inside." Her voice is calm and reassuring, as if trying to be as gentle as possible with you. She was treating you as a time bomb, and as much as you wanted that to anger you, it was impossible to be mad at her.

You open your mouth but nothing comes out, you want to tell her it’s not a good time or something. You want to turn her away, like you do with everyone else in your life, like you did with Yoongi. You want to go back to drowning in your sorrows and depression until eventually you become a rock.

But she looks so emotional, so hurt. And suddenly you don’t have the balls to push her away. For the first time ever, you let someone in. You let someone help you instead of pushing them out.

“Okay.” You say weakly, barely being able to direct your voice to her. You open the door more and move to the side so she can come inside.

Harin nods, her eyes widening as she steps inside before closing the door behind her quietly. She doesn't say anything more, going directly towards you. Without warning, she enfolds you in a warm and gentle hug.

"Oh, Y/N, I'm so sorry for everything," she whispers passionately, rubbing the top of your back. "I-I'm just so sorry." Her voice is small but filled with emotion.

The sudden hug catches you off guard, and to your own surprise you melt immediately into the warm comforting embrace.

“Sorry? What are you sorry for?” You ask, fighting back a smile as you hug her back tightly.

Harin lets out a sigh. "So, So many things," she whispers. "I'm sorry you're going through this right now, I'm sorry I haven't been there for you enough. I-"

She can't continue, her words choking her up but you are quick to shake your head dismissively anyways. “Stop. If anything I should be sorry. I took the spotlight off of you and Jin’s special accomplishment. I messed up your proposal and I’ll probably just mess up your wedding too so you shouldn’t even invite-“

“Stop,” she’s the one to say it this time, frowning and shaking her head. “You’re absolutely going to be at my wedding. You’re my best friend.” She says passionately, pulling away from the hug to look you in your eyes. “I'm not letting you go through this alone, no matter how hard things get..."

“Thank you, Harin.” You respond in a whisper, your heart fluttering as you pull her back into the hug tightly. Seconds after there’s a small stab of pain in your stomach, causing me to groan and close your eyes and lean onto her for support.

Harin flinches as she feels your sudden

movement towards her, then notices your hand grab onto your stomach. Her heart sinks when she realizes what it means, her eyes flaring with shock and concern.

"Your stomach... does it hurt?" she asks softly, her voice filled with worry for you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah..” you take a step back to ground yourself. “Just been stressed lately.” You mumble, trying but failing to reassure her.

"I know the feeling..." Harin whispers, still looking at your abdomen. “Come sit.” She says, holding your hand and ushering you to sit down.

“Thanks..” you mumble, slowly sitting onto the couch as Harin watches you closely as she helps you settle. "You sure everything with the baby is okay?" she whispers softly, her eyes filled with concern and worry.

“I think.” ‘I hope.’

“I don’t want to go outside, let alone a hospital.” You say with a sigh, looking up at Harin who gives you a sympathetic expression. She nods in understanding, “I know how you feel," she says quietly. "The outside can be so scary at times... especially when there are so many people watching your every move."

You let out a small smile and nod, of course Harin understood. You couldn’t imagine all she had been through when she first started dating Seokjin. It was a relief to have at least one person who knew what you were going through. Her and someone else.

“..How’s Yoongi?” The words fly out of your mouth before you can stop them. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a tiny bit concerned curious about how he was doing. But you knew a part of you were asking from a place of guilt, some part of you knew you had overreacted the slightest bit. Because it was like you, to push people away when things got too serious.

Harin’s eyes widen in surprise, almost as if she was surprised you even brought him up. She blinks a few times before speaking. "I talked to him earlier today," she whispers softly.

She opens her mouth again, lashing hesitantly before actually saying anything. She looks at you for a few moments, debating on whether or not she should continue. She looks thoughtful for a moment - then lets out an exhausted sigh.

"He's been really worried about you," she states honestly, letting out a short breath. "He was really hurting when you kicked him out... honestly, he's not doing too well right now."

“Really?” You don’t want to admit that the news is sickening, because you still cared about him, despite everything. Harin nods, “Jin says it’s worse than when they first debuted. Overworking himself, not eating, not speaking.”

Your elbows go to your knees as you bury your face in your hands. To say you felt awful was an understatement. “I don’t know what to do, Harin. I just..I felt hurt. He kept something so big from me no matter what the reason.” You shake your head, swallowing nervously.

“What would you have done?”

She winced, thinking about if she was in your shoes. "I... I would have heard him out, before I made my decision," she says softly and you sigh, knowing she was probably right. "I understand that you felt betrayed," she admits. "But it wasn't intentional, he just didn't know how to talk to you..."

She looks at the ground, her voice softening even more. "He didn't know how to handle this... honestly, neither one of you do. But there's still a chance you can work things out if you talk to each other."

You swallow, tears welling up in your eyes as a bunch of emotions cloud your mind. “I don’t know how to do that Harin. How to communicate.”

Her face immediately softened, pulling you into another hug. “Give it as much time as you need for yourself," she continues. "Just don't shut him out... he wants to be there for you... just like I do."

Harin looks at you for a moment then smiles. "You're not alone now, okay?"

Your eyes go to the phone in pieces next to the wall at her words as your mind wanders to similar words.

i’m here now

The first stupid text that started everything. The text that you stupidly didn’t listen to. The stupid text that showed how horrible you were for not communicating when he was.

You were stupid.

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horanghaejamjam · 9 months

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Too Late To Apologize - {JWW}

↪ Summary: They say you don't know what you have until you've lost it. Unfortunately, Wonwoo has to learn this the hard way.

↪ Pairings: Wonwoo x Female Reader

↪ Rating: PG

↪ Genre: Angst / Slight Fluff

↪ Word Count: 5.1k

↪ Warnings/Contents: Unresolved fight, Description of car crash and aftermath. Not too detailed but please do not read if this makes you uncomfortable.

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The kitchen was eerily quiet, so quiet that the only sounds you could make out were that of the dishwasher draining and your own foot tapping impatiently against the tiled floor. Every thirty seconds or so you would glance down to check the time on your phone, wishing that the dreaded clock would freeze or turn back in time. It was 11:45 pm, fifteen minutes away from midnight. Even worse, it had been almost three hours since your fiance said he would be home. The nice dinner you had made for the both of you had gone cold a long time ago, yours half eaten while his plate was perfectly untouched. You wanted to get up and throw everything out, but your emotions were keeping you trapped in your seat.

You didn’t want to be mad at Wonwoo, you knew that he worked hard and being kept late wasn’t his fault, but it was hard to contain the anger boiling inside you with every passing minute. You had practically begged him to be home by nine, saying that you wanted to make a special dinner and have a nice night with just the two of you. The two of you hadn’t been able to spend time together since he was on tour, and the second he got back he threw himself into working on their next album. You tried to support him, making sure the house was clean, all the chores were done, and even making sure to make him lunch every morning before work because you knew he wouldn’t remember to do it himself. You even did most of the wedding planning since Wonwoo had been too busy to attend any of the meetings. Even when he could, he always seemed indifferent or uninterested and left all the final decisions up to you which added even more pressure. All of this on top of working your full time job so he wouldn't be the sole breadwinner in the relationship. It felt like you did everything for him and yet he couldn’t even dedicate a few hours of his time to you. One night, that was literally all you asked for. One night where the two of you could sit down, have dinner, and actually act like a couple who's getting married in a few months. You really didn’t feel like you were asking for much, and the more you thought about it, the harder it got to hide how hurt you were. Part of you was starting to think that Wonwoo didn’t care, that he would rather be married to his job than you.

Taking a deep breath, you finally forced yourself to stand up from your spot at the table, accepting that he wasn’t coming home. You scraped the remainder of your dinner into the trash and wrapped up Wonwoo's so that he could heat it up whenever he decided to come home. As you were clearing the table and getting ready to finish the dishes, you heard your door unlock. Your whole body tensed as your fiance walked through the door, taking his time to put his stuff away and take off his shoes before finally meeting you in the kitchen.

“Hi, I didn’t think you would still be awake,” he said, walking past you to grab a glass from the cupboard. You tensed up and kept your gaze on the table, refusing to look up at him. Had he really forgotten your plans for the evening, or did he just not care? If Wonwoo noticed the change in your attitude, he didn’t mention it as he focused on getting his glass of water. “How was work?” he asked after a moment of silence, making you bite your lip to keep from snapping.

“Fine,” you muttered blankly, still not looking at him, “yours?”

“Busy,” he replied with a hum, “we’re trying to finish recording for the new album but there’s been a few hiccups, so we had to redo a lot of it.” You supposed that explained why he was late, but it still didn’t forgive the fact that he came home three hours after he was supposed to without even letting you know. Apparently Wonwoo had continued talking and you hadn’t heard it, as you suddenly felt him right behind you and his hand on your shoulder. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“What?” you muttered.

“You’ve been tense since I walked in here, I know somethings wrong so what is it?” You didn’t know whether you wanted to laugh or cry at his question. It seemed he really had forgotten what you two had planned, and that hurt way more than you were willing to admit.

“What time is it Wonwoo?” you asked, clearly catching him off guard.

“Just past midnight, why?” you took a deep breath to compose yourself before answering.

“What time were you supposed to be home?” He was silent for a moment before finally realizing what you were talking about.

“Oh right, I’m sorry about missing dinner but I couldn’t just leave the guys, you understand right?”

“Yeah I guess,” you muttered under your breath, moving away from him to walk into the living room. You really didn’t want to argue with him, not right now, but it seemed that outcome was unavoidable.

“Come on Y/N don’t do this, you know that my work is important. We can just have dinner another night,” Wonwoo said as he followed after you.

“I know your work is important but this was important to me! We haven’t spent time together in months and I ask for one night, a few hours, and you’re still too busy for that!” you whined.

“I already said I’m sorry I don’t know what else you want from me!” Wonwoo exclaimed, his tone getting sharper which didn’t help your emotions at all. You were trying to stay composed but every second that passed you could feel tears burning your eyes and your resolve slipping.

“I don’t want an apology Wonwoo I just want to be able to spend time with my fiance, is that too much to ask?”

“You act like we never see each other and you and I both know that isn’t true,” he argued, “I’m busy, okay? Not only am I working to be able to support us but I also have the guys and the fans who need my support as well, I can’t just abandon them because you want my attention.”

“I’m not saying I want you to abandon them!” you exclaimed, getting more frustrated now, “I know how demanding your job is and I have done nothing but try to love and support you despite being busy myself. You’re not the only one who works full time you know! Despite that I still make time to check up on you and take care of you, but when I ask for one night you can’t even put aside that time for me.”

“I’m not feeling very supported right now,” Wonwoo stated. There was no change in his tone or anything to show malice, but those words hurt worse than anything else he could have said. Maybe it was because you were exhausted and already emotional, or maybe it was because it seemed like that’s what he honestly thought, either way though, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Oh really?” you snapped, marching back over to him so there was only a few inches between you both, “tell me then Wonwoo, who wakes up early every morning to make you lunch before going to work? Who left work early to bring you and the boys food because you didn’t get a break from practice? Who stayed up with you until sunrise helping you practice your rap to make sure it sounds good? Who does all of the chores around here and all of the wedding planning despite being busy with everything else so that the only thing you need to worry about is work? Most importantly, who took the time from their schedule since day one to come to as many concerts and promotions as possible to cheer you on because I know how much this means to you? I do all of this to make sure you are supported and what have you done for us recently, absolutely nothing!” By the time your rant was over you were bent over trying to catch your breath, Wonwoo just stared at you with his arms crossed, clearly unamused.

“Are you happy now?” he asked, shaking his head when you didn’t answer, “I have an early day tomorrow, I’m going to stay at the dorms tonight. We’ll talk about this later.” With that he was grabbing his things and throwing his shoes back on before leaving the apartment without another word. You could only stare at the door in shock, finally letting the argument sink in as you slowly broke down crying. He really left you for the guys, just like that? Did he really not care about you or your relationship? The more you thought about it, the harder it was to stop yourself from crying. This wasn’t your first argument with Wonwoo, and you knew it probably wouldn’t be your last, but this was the first time one of you had ever walked out during an argument. You took a few deep breaths and wiped at your eyes desperately to stop the tears, staring at the door for a bit longer to see if Wonwoo would change his mind and come back. When he didn’t, you accepted defeat and slowly dragged yourself to your shared bedroom.

Almost as if you were on autopilot, you turned your phone off and plugged it in before showering and dragging yourself into bed. You were used to falling asleep without him there, but tonight the bed felt even more empty than usual. You found yourself grabbing his pillow and curling up around it, enjoying his scent and imagining that he was there with you as you slowly drifted off. Hopefully, when you woke up this would all be like a bad dream and he would be there, or at least be willing to talk to you about it.

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To say you were hurt when you woke up alone was an understatement. Your head was pounding from crying the night before and all the negative emotions came slamming into you like a bus. With a groan, you forced yourself to sit up in bed and reached for your phone. Part of you was tempted to call into work so you could clear your head but you knew that wasn’t a logical decision. Having an argument with your fiance wasn’t usually seen as a reasonable excuse to call out, and you could honestly use the distraction. Your phone switched on after a few seconds, showing the wallpaper of you and Wonwoo on the night you got engaged, but there were no new messages aside from a few work emails. You tried not to be disappointed, remembering that Wonwoo said he had a busy day, but given what happened it felt like he was ignoring you on purpose. No ‘good morning’ no ‘I’m sorry’, or even ‘we’ll talk later’, he just went silent. Tossing your phone to the side, you shook your head and rubbed at your temples for a moment before forcing yourself out of bed. You were going to be late if you kept sitting around and you couldn’t afford that extra stress. You quickly rushed around to get ready and grab your things, checking your phone more times than you were willing to admit. Normally you prided yourself on being level headed in stressful situations, but when it came to Wonwoo all your emotions took over and made you feel like a lovesick teenager. Why couldn’t he give you some indication that things were okay? Was he that mad at you, or was he waiting for you to make the first move?”

The drive to work was extremely stressful as you found yourself unable to focus on the road, too focused on your relationship and checking your phone every time it vibrated. The only thing that snapped your focus back to the road was the honking of cars and shouting from those who rushed around you as you went too slow or stayed stopped at a green light for too long.

“Get it together Y/N,” you muttered to yourself, gripping the wheel tightly with one hand while the other moved to pinch the bridge of your nose. Your eyes closed for a moment as you waited at another red light, only to snap back open as the car behind you honked furiously. Without thinking, you slammed on the gas, seeing that the light had changed while you were lost in thought. Your car jerked before speeding forward faster than you had anticipated, causing you to panic a bit as you tried to slow down and regain control. Unfortunately, what you hadn’t noticed was the upcoming intersection, or the truck was actively turning into your lane just as you sped through it. You didn’t have enough time to react as the truck slammed into yours, hard enough to flip it. Your ears were ringing and everything felt like it was happening in slow motion as you watched the world spin around you before eventually staring up at the sky. Your whole body burned but felt numb at the same time and it felt like there was a weight pressing on your chest, causing you to gasp for breath. Multiple people had run over to you, clearly trying to see if you were okay but you were unable to hear them or even respond. All you could do was stare up at them helplessly as your vision slowly faded to black.

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Wonwoo had not been able to focus on his work at all, the argument with you and what you said running through his mind like a broken record. He knew that you were right, but he was so overwhelmed that he hadn’t been willing to admit it at the time. He knew he would need to make it up to you, but first he had to finish what he was doing or else the fight would have been for nothing. Not to mention, he didn’t need the guys getting suspicious about what was going on between you two. He already had Jun bugging him about not going home last night and he knew your cousin would be even more on his case if he told him what happened.

Thankfully right now they were just going over a few basic steps and warmups before starting practice. Wonwoo didn’t need to focus too much as the focus was the performance unit at the moment while the others kind of did their own thing and waited. All he had to do was sit there and be quiet so that they could focus. That wasn’t possible however, as he felt his phone begin to vibrate in his back pocket. He ignored it at first, assuming whoever it was would leave a message or he would just call them back later. That was a decision he would soon come to regret, watching as the door opened and their manager walked into the practice room.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he said as all the members turned to him, “but I need to speak with Wonwoo and Junhui outside, the rest of you continue with practice.” The two males glanced at each other, confused, before nodding and following the manager out of the room and into the hall. Their manager glanced around for a moment before taking a deep breath, “We just received a call from the hospital about Y/N, there was a really bad car crash and she is currently receiving emergency care, since you two are her closest family we were told to inform you.” Wonwoo swore that he forgot how to breathe in that moment, tuning the other male out as soon as he heard your name and hospital. The world felt like it was closing in around him, and the only thing he could hear was his rapid breathing and the sound of his heart.

“Wonwoo…Wonwoo!” Jun shouted his name and violently shook at his shoulder to snap him out of his almost panic attack, “snap out of it, come on we have to go!” All Wonwoo could do was nod, following silently to one of the company cars since neither would be trusted to drive. Jun tried to talk to him during the ride, wanting to assure him that you would be okay and that you were strong but Wonwoo didn’t listen. His mind was flooded with the thoughts of you laying broken and alone in a hospital bed. Even worse, he couldn’t help but wonder if what happened was at least partially his fault. You were usually a very aware person, so what if you were distracted while driving to work? Were you still thinking about the argument with him and that’s what caused you to lose your focus? Perhaps if he had just stayed home and talked everything out with you, or even called you this morning then this wouldn’t have happened.

By the time the guys had gotten to the hospital, you were out of surgery and recovering in a hospital room. The doctors explained that you had hit your head pretty badly, on top of being scratched up from hitting the pavement, but thankfully they were able to stop the bleeding and prevent any long term damage. Wonwoo was relieved when he heard that, but he was still crushed to see you laying there, wrapped in bandages and hooked up to machines that did who knows what. Almost as if on autopilot, he pulled a chair to the side of your bed and sat down, taking your hand in his. He was careful with his movements, not wanting to hurt you even more than you already were. Jun finished talking with the doctor and helped with a few documents before joining you both in the room. Wonwoo heard the older sigh before feeling his hand on his shoulder. It was at that moment that he finally broke, resting his head in his free hand and trying not to get too emotional.

“This is my fault,” he muttered.

“How could it be your fault? You weren’t in the car and you weren’t the one that hit her,” Jun pointed out, to which the younger shook his head.

“You don’t understand, she was distracted because of me and if she had been paying attention she would have been able to avoid the truck.” Jun remained silent, staring down at Wonwoo as he continued venting out his thoughts, “I’ve been so stressed recently with work and having everything done before the wedding that I ended up completely ignoring my relationship. Y/N’s been trying so hard to keep us going and I couldn’t even help her. What kind of husband would I be if I can’t even be a good boyfriend? Or will I even get to be her husband now?”

“Alright enough,” Jun huffed, “you heard the doctor, she’ll be fine, and besides you know she wouldn’t leave us like that. Blaming yourself for whatever happened isn’t going to help her recover. Right now we just need to be here and support her, okay?” Wonwoo didn’t have the energy to respond, only nodding as he kept his focus on you. Jun opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but decided against it. Instead he pulled a chair to the other side of your bed, both males mutually deciding to keep an eye on you until they were forced to leave.

It took about four days for you to finally wake up, by this point most of your minor injuries had started to heal and the doctors had been able to remove some of your bandages. The whole time Wonwoo had not left your side, save for the one time the members dragged him out of the hospital so that he could shower and actually rest for at least a few hours. Jun came to visit nearly every day to check on you both, and usually a handful of the members would come with him. From the second they heard about your accident, they all basically swarmed your hospital room to check up on you and bring you various get well gifts. From balloons, to cards, to flowers, to stuffed animals, every day they brought you something new. It honestly looked like you had been in the hospital for months with the amount of gifts, rather than a couple of days.

It took a moment for you to be able to open your eyes, immediately shutting them again and groaning as they were assaulted with blinding white light. You took a moment to adjust before opening your eyes again, slowly glancing around to get familiar with your surroundings. Your whole body was aching and you felt like you had just woken up from a decade long coma. As your senses slowly regained you also realized an odd pressure on your hand, the warm feeling engulfed it tightly, and then you heard a familiar voice calling your name.

“Y/N? Y/N can you hear me?” turning your head, you saw a concerned Wonwoo glancing down at you. Both of his hands were gripping yours and he looked like he was seconds from crying. Behind him, you could see Jun frantically typing on his phone before looking up at you with a relieved expression.

“Wonwoo, Jun? Where am I?” you asked, your voice rough due to how dry your throat was. Wonwoo carefully helped you sit up before helping you take a sip from the water bottle sitting at your bedside. The cool liquid brought immediate relief and you had to restrain yourself from chugging the whole bottle to not risk choking.

“Easy now, you’ve been through a lot,” he urged softly, “you’ve been asleep for a few days now.”

“What happened?” you asked, honestly struggling to remember anything. Wonwoo's expression dropped, but he quickly fixed it before you noticed.

“You were involved in a pretty bad accident on your way to work. It knocked you up pretty badly so you’ll probably be sore for a little while. We’ll talk about it when you feel better, right now you just need to focus on recovering.” You wanted to argue, but Jun had made his way over to sit at the other side of your bed, his hand reaching out to softly grip at your arm.

“He’s right, you need to rest. You owe us for giving everyone a heart attack by the way!” he teased, making you laugh a bit.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you guys,” you apologized, making your cousin shake his head while patting yours.

“It’s not your fault, we were just worried about you thats all,” he assured.

“Is that what all the gifts are for?” you asked, finally getting a chance to look around your room.

“You can mostly thank Jeonghan for that actually,” Jun mused. You guys all sat in silence for a few minutes before the man in question came practically bursting through the door. Joshua, Seungcheol, and Chan were behind him, all carrying even more gifts.

“Y/N! How are you feeling!” Jeonghan exclaimed as he rushed over, “I made my way over the second Jun told us you were awake, we were so worried!”

“I’m fine,” you assured, “I’m just tired.”

“How can you be tired?” Chan questioned, “you’ve been asleep for four days now!” Your eyes widened a bit, causing the male to cover his mouth as the older members glared at him.

“Four days? I’ve been out that long?” you exclaimed.

“Uh yeah, the doctors said it could take about a week for you to wake up,” Jun explained, “you hit your head pretty badly.” You looked down with a soft “oh” which caused the guys to tense up.

“Don’t worry about it though, all that matters now is that you’re okay. We can worry about everything else later,” Wonwoo assured, rubbing your hand softly. You nodded softly but didn't look back up at him. The members quickly changed the subject to cheer you up, telling you all the fun practice stories that you missed and doing anything they could to keep you smiling. You noticed that Wonwoo seemed a bit distant during that time, but you didn’t get a chance to comment on that as the others stole away your attention. You guys spent a few hours together, only being interrupted by a nurse or the doctor coming in to check up on how you were doing, before eventually the guys had to leave due to having an early day. They gave you one last goodbye, with Jeonghan and Joshua leaving the stuffed animals they got you on your pillow, before filing out of the room and leaving you and Wonwoo alone.

“Don’t you have to go also?” you asked, watching the door close behind Jun.

“I already spoke with management, I can make up practice once you’re recovered and back on your feet,” Wonwoo explained.

“But it must be so boring just sitting here with me,” you whined, causing him to shake his head.

“I’m not bored at all, it’s actually kind of relaxing to be away from the guys for so long,” he said with a soft laugh. The comment made you smile a bit but you still couldn’t help but worry about his well being. There was no way that sitting in that plastic chair for as long as he probably had was comfortable.

“It’s so late though, at least go home and sleep in an actual bed. There is no way sleeping hunched over in a chair is good for your neck or back,” you continued. This time Wonwoo's laugh was louder, lowering his head for a second before looking back up at you and pushing up his glasses.

“You’re the one in the hospital bed and you’re worrying about me? Don’t worry Y/N, my priority right now is making sure that you are doing okay,” he promised. You tried to argue but he wasn’t listening, going as far as to pull out his phone and pretending to take a call so you couldn’t rebuttal anymore. You laughed a bit at how childish he was acting but gave in and stopped arguing. It was starting to get late and you felt yourself getting more tired until you were struggling to keep your eyes open. Wonwoo noticed and smiled softly at you, “Go ahead and rest Y/N, you need to keep up your strength.” You shook your head as best as you could while rubbing at your eyes, causing him to shake his head a bit. “If I promise to go home and go to bed once you fall asleep, will that help?” he asked. You nodded and whined softly as you struggled to get comfortable with your remaining injuries. “Very well, once I’m sure you’re asleep I will go home and come back in the morning okay? Now go ahead and rest.” You whined again but didn’t argue as you closed your eyes.

“Goodnight Wonwoo, I love you,” you muttered, eventually letting sleep take over as you slumped against your pillow.

Wonwoo kept an eye on you until he was positive that you were asleep and wouldn’t be able to hear him. His thumb rubbed over the back of your hand as he took in your injured state. You looked much better than you had when he had gotten to the hospital, but it was clear you would be in pain for quite a while. With a defeated sigh, he lifted your hand enough to press a tender kiss to your skin.

“I know that you can’t really hear me right now, and you don’t remember what happened but I always will,” he started, “I wasn’t there for you when you needed me and I’ve been neglecting my job as your boyfriend and future husband. I’m sorry that I let it get this far, but I promise that I will never let it happen again. I will make it up to you and I will prove that I deserve to be your husband. I will come home more, I’ll help you out so you’re not always overworking, and I will never doubt you ever again. I promise that I will do better for you, for us, no matter what it takes.” You didn’t even move as he spoke, fast asleep and unable to process the words he was saying. Still, the promise was there, and he was more than determined to keep it. The past few days Wonwoo had a lot of time to reflect on everything, and he wanted to do everything in his power to make sure this situation never happened again. The fear and guilt he had when he thought that he may lose you was a sinking feeling that he never wanted to experience again.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Wonwoo let go of your hand and slowly stood up from his chair. His legs were stiff and almost numb from sitting in one position for so long, but he ignored that as he pushed the chair away. Careful not to disturb you, he leaned over your bed, one hand held himself up as the other moved to brush your hair out of your face. He admired your features as his fingers traced along your cheek and chin before he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to your forehead. Your skin was cold compared to his, almost alarmingly so, but that didn’t stop him from letting his touch linger for as long as humanly possible. He hesitantly pulled away after a moment, running his fingers across your face one last time before standing back.

“Rest well Y/N, I love you, and I always will.”

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joongbin · 10 months

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Hihihi~ Could you please do stray kids reacting to their crush having a really sexy/attractive laugh (as in so attractive that people make audios with his laugh and even non kpop fans/locals use to their own edits) that he is actually kinda insecure about? Reader is a member of skz.

➤ HOT. - SKZ!OT8

꒰ you have an attractive laugh that locals use in their audios, or non fans using your laugh in their edits. but you're not a fan of it like they are.

+ pairings: skz!ot8 (seperate) x 9thmbr!m reader

× warnings: reader is insecure of his laugh.

# genre: fluff?

BANG CHAN

Chan really liked your laugh. It just made him .. feel something. That's why he always tries to make you laugh just to see you happy and hear you laugh.

What he didn't like was that you were insecure about it. Everytime you laughed, you would stop abruptly and clear your throat. Or you would try to muffle your laugh as discreet as possible.

He would always make you laugh, and everytime you try to cover up your laugh, he'd stop you. He wants to hear you laugh, to hear you happy with him.

LEE KNOW

Adores your laugh. He thinks it's hot actually. Everytime he hears your laugh, he laughs too but with a blush that he covers up.

You always tried to muffle or stop yourself from laughing, though, which made him worry. And question why.

He likes sitting down beside you to hear your laugh more clearly, and to see your behaviours whenever you laugh.

He holds your hands in his to not make you hold in your laugh. He wanted everyone to hear your laugh, how nice your laugh was.

SEO CHANGBIN

Practically obsessed with your laugh. Everytime he gets the chance, he always talks about your laugh, and although it gets a chuckle out of you, you always try to stop yourself from chuckling.

And did he like that? Of course he didn't. He noticed it rather quickly. Everytime you laugh, he always laughs with you, which usually prevents you from covering up your laugh because you're also laughing at his laugh. And that's what makes him happy.

HWANG HYUNJIN

To be frank, you're his getting simped on buddy. He has beautiful lips, you have an attractive laugh. Also one to love your laugh. He probably has those TikTok audios with your laugh in it saved in his music file.

But he always saw you try to prevent yourself from laughing, it took him a bit to guess why. When he did find out, he didn't really know what to do.

He actually didn't know what to do. He usually held your hands to prevent you from doing it. You would always look at him weird though.

HAN JISUNG

Just like Changbin. Would openly say that he loves your laugh and would sacrifice his life for your laugh.

He noticed you covering up your laugh alot and spoke to you about it. He didn't like how you did that. It made him .. confused, because so many people love it, so why?

Jisung would always try to kiss you to keep you distracted from covering up, so you'd be busy laughing while he tries to (actually) kiss you.

LEE FELIX (YONGBOK)

Also one to sacrifice his life for your laugh. He also watched multiple edits of you on TikTok that had your laugh in the audio.

Everytime you laugh, he always just looks at you in pure love, which STAY always catches. Saying that he's simping so hard, or that he's so in love with you.

You always get distracted in his stare, that you laugh so hard that you forget to cover up your laugh, and that makes him happy.

Your laugh was like absolute music to his ears, and to see you cover it up just made him .. sad. You didn't like your laugh.

KIM SEUNGMIN

Always one to make you laugh, and he loves that. He loves that he's the reason that you're happy.

He doesn't like that your laugh slowly starts getting smaller each time. It was like you were trying to hide it.

He talked to you about it, and you just told him everything. How you were insecure about it, how you didn't like it, how you just hated your laugh so much.

And he comforted you, about everything, holding your hand and letting you cry your feelings out to him.

YANG JEONGIN

Was shopping with you and gossiped about the entire industry with you. He wanted to talk to you about it, and also hear your laugh close to his ear as possible.

But you always cleared your throat after a little chuckle, as if you were trying to distract him from it.

He didn't say anything, but he just looked at you concerned so you would get confused. .. he didn't really know why this tactic worked, but you always let out a little giggle or chuckle after.

I mean, he's not complaining.

#stray kids #skz #stray kids x y/n #skz x male reader #stray kids x male reader #bang chan x male reader #skz fluff #lee know x male reader #seo changbin x male reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #han jisung x male reader #lee felix x male reader #kim seungmin x reader #yang jeongin x male reader

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lotusmi · 10 months

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you support rcta?

this is a very long ask - please read everything, I tried to clarify everything and I am ready to change my beliefs if I am wrong. edit: I know some people thought I was ignoring everything, I am sorry if this came late, I've been writing this for 3 hours straight. It's not about supporting... I don't "support" it. The thing is that I don't believe it as real [ the changing], I will try to explain... I believe that if creation is finished, this is all about identification. No one change their race, it's not the outer body which changes, but the inner man becomes aware of a new thing. Some people misunderstand their feelings and think they have to be from other race to feel pretty, wanted, or loved. But at the end we are only consciousness, and I believe that we exist to experience. So, now I am experiencing being brazilian.. but I know I am awareness, so I am aware of being brazilian right now, but I also know that I am everything at this exact same time, an arcturian, a hobbit, a hizuru (yes I fully believe that there is no different from "fictional" races and "races from this world"). If you believe that creation is finished and that there is no difference in what is Imagined and what is "material", you probably get it. Nothing can be changed, it only can be experienced.

Now let's talk about fetish... fetishizing a race. I remember when I was younger, I used to like to listen to kpop and at that time I wanted to be korean (i was 11) because I thought that only koreans were pretty, and I thought couldn't look as pretty as the korean girls, this was obviously a lack of self love. My desire was not to be korean, it was to be beautiful, those are different things. Then here we can see that sometimes we think we desire something, but it is not exactly what we truly want. So if you ask me if I support someone to manifest themselves to be another race, I don't support anyone 'changing' who they are if this is about not feeling beautiful, wanted, important, for there is nothing in the universe that can deny that all the forms of bodies are beautiful, they are beautiful, we know it, everyone knows it. And if I was not clear when I replied to this topic before, I hope that now I can be - do not be ashamed of your skin, your body, your face, your language, I am sure you are perfect as you are. I don't want you to feel like you have to be different. Most of time when people want to change their race it is not about experiencing the experience itself, to learn and comprehend different forms of life as awareness, but only to be "pretty", so you think you want to have asian eyes, but at the end you only feel that your eyes are not beautiful (they are beautiful!). I will quote this story from Neville to explain what I mean, one day a black man came to Neville, he said “you do not know my problem. It’s not a state of health, I assure you; it is look at the skin that I wear” and Neville said “What’s wrong with it?; it looks lovely to me” and the man said “Look at the pigment of my skin. I, by the accident of birth, am now discriminated against. The opportunities for progress in this world are denied me just because of the accident of birth, that I was born a coloured man. Opportunities for advancement in every field, neighborhoods that I would like to live in and raise a family I couldn’t move in, where I would like to open up a business I couldn’t move into that area.” so Neville told this man about Abdullah, his master, who was a black man. "He was very proud of being a negro didn’t want any modification of what God had made him. He turned to me and he said, “Have you ever seen a picture of the Sphinx?” I said, “Yes”. He said, “It embodies the four fixed quarters of the universe. You have the lion, the eagle the bull and man. And here is man that is the head. The crown of that creature called the Sphinx, which still defies man’s knowledge to unriddle it, was crowned with a human head. And look carefully at the head, Neville, and you will see whoever modeled that head must have been a negro. Whoever modeled it had the face of a negro and if that still defies man’s ability to unravel it, I am very proud that I am a negro.”" after that, the man got his desired business and became very rich, "Neville, this year I will net a quarter of a million dollars”.

"you must first start with self. Find self, don’t be ashamed ever of the being you are. Discover it and start the changing of that self" - Abdullah

don't be ashamed over the being you are, if you think you have to look like another race to be beautiful, important, wanted, loved, or anything like that, I tell you: You are lovely as you are, you are. No race is superior to another, everyone is part of the same God, the same God who made the entire universe.

So if I was not clear before, no, I don't agree with 'changing race'. If this is about someone feeling inferior of being who you are or feeling that you are less than what you are, you were born perfect, I hope you know that. What I meant is that I am not against experiencing different ways of being in terms of knowing more about the universe, even to know how others feel, to understand people better, to understand their pain, to learn more. I believe we are God experiencing his creation. - I had once a vision were I was an old man from the countryside, and I saw myself in his body and I knew I was him, I lived a day in his body, I worked in a farm, I lived in a poor home in this big farm, I felt his pain and hurt. After this vision (which happened naturally), I learned a lot of this kind of living, and I had a better understanding of life. This vision made me comprehend what millions of people feel, how they live and made me a better person since it was a beautiful experience (even though it was arduous). I did not scrypted that, It happened. And I learned that the difference between me and that old man was only my awareness. I just assume I am who I am, but at the end I am only awareness. I exist as him, he exist as me. This is our universe, it is beautiful, we exist in all ways. We can't even comprehend how this is beautiful, I have not even words to express this. And it was done already.. I was already him.

I remember that one anon shifted to egypt to understand how the pyramids were made, so he lived a egyptian life. It was not fetish, was the desire of experience, learning about our universe, our history. Is it that wrong? (I sincerely want your answer, for I really want to understand this).

What if someone want to travel to the middle-earth from the lord of the rings and be an elf or a hobbit? It is other race, it is. And we know there is no diference between our universe and the others, all of them exist and are real in the same way. So experiencing that life is wrong? (I am genuinely asking, I hope you understand).

Knowing that we exist in all ways, is it wrong to experience it when our desire is to maximize our understanding of life and learning, even to know how to treat others?

The idea of a pure race is hard for me to comprehend since I am brazilian and we don't have a "pure race" "We can say that the Brazilian ethnic composition basically comes from three large and main ethnic groups: the indigenous, the Africans and the Europeans." I am miscegenated, my skin is sort of olive (yellow?), my mom is light brown (she has native american ancestors), my dad is white, my sibling has a darker shade of skin and curly hair. We are all so different and unique in our own ways. Every brazilian person is different from the other, our culture extends to several different forms of art, food, accent, music and more. I love being brazilian, if someone would want to understand life through brazilian eyes, I have nothing against it. I feel like there is a big difference between fetishizing an ethinic and loving it, experiencing, living, comprehending, learning, not only being it in the exterior, but truly being it within.

Even though I do believe we exist in all possible ways, it does not mean that I don't understand poc struggles and everything that people of color went through in this reality. Knowing we exist in other races does not mean we can appropriate of others culture, someone asked me if I think if it is right to appropriate other countries cultures, and no, officially not. From knowing we exist in all different ways I comprehend how each way of life is precious, and we must respect every race and embrace ours (even when we are miscegenated of course) for all of us are beautiful, our culture, our bodies, or history. No race is superior to another and it will never be, loving those who are different from us (and loving ourselves as we are) is essential to our lives. If you are black, asian, a person of color, native, miscegenated or even if just don't feel like fitting in this world in the way you were born, changing your race is probably not your desire, your desire is the change of the feeling of self. Your desire is to love yourself as you are and be loved, and I tell you that you are, believe it, you are precious. You are the operant power of your reality, you are awareness, your race here is precious, your history, everything. You are God. Feel what you want to feel, feel wanted, loved, important, you already are.

I do not support 'changing' your race when this is about a superficial way of understanding what the heart wants, fetish or thinking that one race is superior to other when it is not. I do not support claiming yourself to be from this or that race when you don't even know who from your ancestors were from this race and you don't even know anything about this certain culture. This is not right and it will never be. Looking different is possible, but what is the point of claiming to be from other race when your heart and mind never experienced what people from this certain ethnic had went through? Looking as if certain race is not being it. Now if your desire is to shift to other reality, completely live other life so that you can learn more about your existence and learning how others life is, revise from the beginning and live as this culture lives so that you grow your spiritual knowledge in a place of unconditional love and RESPECT, I don't see a problem with it. I would love to know your opinions about this and officially correct me if I am wrong, I don't want to be disrespectful and I hope I can learn to be a better person, always. I apologize if I sounded rude in the past for not making my opinion clear and I am genuinely ready to change my beliefs if I am wrong. I thank you so much for reading all of this and I hope we can discuss and find the best answer. We are here to learn.

"don’t be ashamed ever of the being you are" - Abdullah

"No matter what happens in the world, don’t despair, for the very one who created the whole vast universe is in you. You’re not some little puppet on the outside. And this goes for every child born of woman REGARDLESS of race, regardless of nationality, regardless of anything. But every child born of woman, God is housed in that child when he says “I am.” " - Neville

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feelbokkie · 2 months

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but first, someone asked for a tour of the skz merch

(which is below the manga hall of fame) (i have a different manga bookshelf in the corner)

there isn’t much to explain and I have to reorganize it bc why not?

Shelf 1

she is a mess and mostly a catch all shelf. but i have my unofficial dwaekki, jinret (with a rifle), wolfchan, puppym, bbokari skzoos, official puppym keychain head & pilot skzoo, chan and seungmin's unit mini poster from maxident that i pulled, and a picture of sengmin in a dog frame that says "top dog"

behind them i have all of the mini albums, most of the japanese mini albums, my card boz that has stickers that i decorated with skz unofficial stickers, nemo rockstar, and all of the seungmin digipacks (i had beef with Seungmin personally trying to find his rockstar and oddinary digis)

and then, also on that shelf: felix and seungmin's dicon photo books (lix's came with the entire binder kid i got for graduation and i happend to find seung's book at the local kpop store by chance for $10 usd), the photo cards from seungmin's nylon magazine, 2 sleeves from my first ever cup sleeve event, and an edit that someone made from stay week that i printed out

Shelf 2

my leftover shelf kinda. it's less clutter than shelf 1, that's for sure. it has my unofficial foxi.ny, leebit, and han quokka skzoos, two smiling seungmin "photocards" that i got from a follower during a trade as a freebie because i was complaining about the lack of sminling seungmin pcs (pre seungmin bias days), and my signed seungmin postcard from rockstar

behind them, i have all of skz studio albums both korean and japanese, my light stick, and all 6 of my pc binders (i know, i know)

and then i also have some of my seasons greetings merch that i'm trying to figure out where to put them, my seungmin maxident sticker that is not in it's assigned spot for some reason, and pilot puppym's tag that i can't part with for some reason

these four are my main binders. the back on and clear one on the shelf that aren't pictured are my ot8 and unit card binders. seungmin has his own binder bc bias privilege and i only collect seungmin for now. hyunlix share a binder bc...hyunlix (i don't collect but their cards are so pretty that i can't part with them). chan, lino, and changbin are in the hyunglin binder and hanji & innie are in the maknae line binder. i also have a small binder for duplicates for trades that lives on this shelf

(if you want to a binder tour or want to see a specific card lmk, there's also this ask game)

Non-Shelf Stuff

i have both (i think there's only 2) of seungmin's solo covers framed and a rave version of the mask from lalalala m/v that i think i'm going to used to replace the gallery wall in pic 3 (it's time)

my little seungmin grid that lives behind my monitor/next to my bed with pics i printed myself, an art print i got myself for christmas, one of me seungmin duplicates from rockstar (aka my only seungmin pc pull from that entire era), and my seungmin keychain which is a couple keychain that i have with my wife (hehe)

by my bed on my game strategy whiteboard i have these two pics of seungmin that i printed that keep me calm when i'm in my felix era (sucking ass at games), and a pochacco and pompompurin mini posters (keroppi is also there)

on my fan i have the air freshner from seasons greetings tapped and on my printer i have the calendar

and finally, behind my mirror i have my little skz poster wall that i made when i first became a stay and got this bookshelf. i'm going to change it though because maknae line gets covered by the mirror. i think i'm going to use the mini posters from seasons greeting there and then do something with the extra space. but it's the first thing i see when i walk in and out of my room, my boys 💛

hehe

#feelbokkie rambles

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wonhosmistress · 9 months

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can i hear about Aphrodisia? I've already read the teasers and prologue but i wanna know more🤭or Pretty Boy, Dirty Boy

Aphrodisia is based on a domme! sex worker that opens a dungeon in S. Korea that's only known among a few idols within the Kpop industry. Only those people with memberships or recommendations will be allowed in, and every new chapter/part will contain a new idol. Hyunjin's among others will only have two parts.

This Dungeon is a place where sexually frustrated idols can come and explore their desires without judgment from the public, fans, companies, and friends. 👀

This is the 1st part of this Hyunjin but the 2nd part will contain smut. (You gotta leave the readers on the edge of their seat)🤭

Also, not great when it comes to grammar and editing but disregard that. I will edit it before actually posting it.

Aphrodisia - Hyunjin Pt.1

Hyunjin looked directly at his shoes avoiding eye contact with her once again and fidgeting with the bottle of water in his hands.

"Hey, it's okay. I don't judge obviously by the business I'm soon to run." She smiled at him, placing her right hand on his in a warm yet comforting matter.

"I-i..don't know. I thought I knew what I was doing." He seems disheartened.

Maybe at some point, he felt sure enough to come into the business but there was no way to be sure unless he was honest with her. Which she doubted considering how long it took him to even talk to her. "What do you mean?" She looked interested in what he meant by that. "I guess. I looked up some information online and while some places popped up and yours didn't. I got a recommendation from a friend that knows someone you know and your business."

"Recommendation?" she wondered, a bit confused. "Oh, who was it if you don't mind me asking?" "Wonho." He said. She smiled and chuckled. "Yeah, I know him." "Did he tell you I was going to be here today?" He nodded. She wondered why he didn't come on a day when the dungeon would be open. Until she realized that might have been too much for him to experience for the first time, which made sense why he was now sitting beside her and just now talking to her.

"What was the reason for your visit?" He cleared his throat trying to let out more words but he couldn't and so she decided to take the initiative. "Okay. Let's start with something simple, whatever I ask, just say yes or no, okay?" He nodded in agreement and waited for her. "First things first, what's your name? This isn't part of the yes or no questions." He looked at her trying hard to maintain eye contact but was failing miserably, "Hyunjin." "It's a pleasure to meet you, Hyunjin." She smiled at him. "How old are you; you seem pretty young, and I don't want to move forward unless you clear that up." "23." "Oh wow. You have the physical appearance of a teenager." She mentally sighed in relief, thankful he wasn’t a teenager.

"Now that we got that out of the way." "I'm guessing you know the purpose of this place?" She asked hoping he would know because if that wasn't the case she would have to teach him

"Kinda." He seemed a bit uncertain but that didn't worry her because she would gladly tell him if he was comfortable with it. "Ok great! Since you kinda answered that, does that mean you know what kinks are?" "Yes." "And from those kinks do you have any that you consider embarrassing or disgusting?" "Y-yes." He stuttered trying to look up at her but he couldn't. Hyunjin was trying to determine what made certain kinks disgusting but he wasn't too sure. "Um…what makes certain kinks disgusting?" He asked timidly.

She smiled that he went out of his way to ask at least one question. "Well, it's more complex than that." Oh. Hyunjin wondered what she meant by that. As he fidgeted with his hands trying to distract himself from the sheer embarrassment. "Kinks can be determined from something simple that someone enjoys and brings relaxation or it can be something that was conditioned."

"In the Kink world, we don't consider any kink disgusting. If anyone tells you they're uncomfortable, it's just a matter of finding the right person who would be comfortable and willing to explore that kink with you." She assured Hyunjin hoping that he would feel a bit more at ease.

Did that mean that Hyunjin wasn't disgusting for having such embarrassing kinks? Did that mean he was just trying to convince himself that he was a dominant guy?

"Hyunjin, can you tell me something that you find disgusting?"

Once again, he remained quiet and couldn't bring himself to say that he liked it when strong women degraded him. How he relished being punished after acting out like a complete brat, how he liked to push their buttons to see how far someone would go to make him whine and moan like a needy slut. How he had a love/hate relationship with the fact that he loved being on the verge of tears as he was edged and how he loved being overstimulated.

"Hyunjin." She snaps him out of his embarrassing thoughts. "If you don't tell me. I can't help you out."

She was right but the thing about this unreal situation was that he didn't understand how she could be so comfortable talking about such a taboo topic.

What was it? What lead her to this current position?

He turns his neck slightly looking at her and taking in her soft facial features. "Can I ask you something?" She stared at him. "Yes, go ahead."

The only way for him to feel comfortable talking about anything kink related was for him to at least get to know her a bit. Which she had nothing against, if it were a client she wouldn't reveal much about herself. She needed to be careful in this business. “How did you end up here?” Hyunjin was genuinely curious about what she would say.

"Let's just say I have experience and I've been wanting to open this business for a while now. I wanted people new to the kink world to feel comfortable and so here I am and here it is standing."

So she had more experience than he did and that made him feel smaller than he already did, he felt stupid for not being open with her and so before he even realized he could feel tears streaming down his face. She looked at him speechless at what had transpired and felt bad for him, "oh, Hyunjin." she said in a soft empathetic tone.

Not even saying his name twice would get him to look at her and so she gently grabbed his wrists and pushed them down so she could look at his face. His hands were now resting on his thighs and hers were touching the warm skin on his cheek. "What's wrong?" She looked at his face and it was the first time during this interaction that she noticed how strong yet delicate his features were. His jawline was sharp enough to make any woman swoon over him but it blended well with the rest of his face, his cheeks were just slightly round enough to fit his appearance.

"Y-you probably think I'm stupid for crying over how much experience you have and I don't." He admitted as hung his head low in shame. "Hey, no that's not true. I never would, why would you think that?" She asked, wiping the tears away with her thumb.

Why was she being so kind and understanding?

"You wouldn't believe the number of people I've come across that are either embarrassed about their sexual preferences or completely new to this world. Believe me, when I say that I was once in your position. I was new and I didn't know what to do with all the information given to me."

She was trying to make him as comfortable as possible with the current situation at hand. He looked at her soft yet empathetic expression. “How about I give you a tour of the place and if you're curious, just let me know so I can clear up what happens here?” He nodded in response and after that, she got up, headed toward the black curtain, pushed it back, and extended her hand out.

He remained on the loveseat staring at her waiting patiently for him and could help but stare at her slender hand. Observing how she had her nails done, a coffin style and a black matte coat to top it off. Everything about her seemed so intimidating yet so warming. He stood up and finally took her hand and led him back to the entrance where the front desk was. As soon as she let go of his hand the warm embrace that once enveloped him quickly dissipated; he felt the anxiety and fear from the pit of his stomach and he hated every second of it.

“Are you ready?” He nodded unsure.

#ximes’ inferno #teaser #sub!idol #sub!hyunjin #sub!skz #domme!reader

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shenrickyz · 9 months

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— just a stupid joke, boys planet (preview)

"tell me your kidding".

theres an uncanny wave of silence that washes over a room, and it's then that they realize he's not kidding, there's a slight breath for a moment before they really assess the situation. yijoon stares at his best friend, blinking once, twice, three times before he screams.

"WHAT!?"

zihan sighs, covering his face with his hands. he truly cannot believe the words that he just hears escape his best friends mouth. "okay, yeah, we are not doing this" he says in a form tone, cementing his opinion on siwon's statement.

siwon groans, rolling his eyes. "you guys always say this when i bring something up!" he whines, pouting like a little kid. "you never wanna do what i wanna do!"

"won" haejin starts, clearing his throat. "you auditioned all of us for a survival show without telling us! this isn't like one of those stupid traumatizing amusement park rides you like to force us to go on, this is going to be on tv!"

"and, an mnet one at that" saturn says, chewing loudly on purpose. "siwon, are you wishing for death upon us?" he asks with his usual sarcasm, and siwon scoffs.

"siwon" yijoon starts. "as much as i love you, this is definitely one of the stupidest plans you've had in a while".

"right" makoto begins. "what makes you think we stand any chance?" he inquires.

"well i kinda auditioned all of us as a joke" siwon smiles, and saturn sucks his teeth, throwing his pillow at his face. "it's all just for fun, be on tv for maybe a month, get some recognition maybe even some hate, then go home after we get eliminated like nothing happened".

haejin snickers, pinching siwon in the waist, making him yelp. "how did we even get accepted in? surely they knew that you sent the auditions as a joke" he adds, placing his hands in his lap.

"i'm rich" he states obviously, making makoto laugh almost immediately due to his tone of voice. "i just pulled some strings" he smiles lightly, and the rest of the his friends just roll their eyes, groan, or just sigh.

"wow nepotism" saturn comments, and zihan sighs, shaking his head.

"yeah i'm not doing this" he reiterates, and siwon whines, reaching for his arms. "siwon this is mnet, why would i ever wanna go on a kpop survival show? and an mnet one at that".

"you can withdraw from the show whenever you want to!" siwon exclaims, shaking his arms. "come on hanie, please?" he pouts, trying to convince the older into his "genius" plan.

"i.." zihan pauses. he was being insanely honest, he doesn't wanna join a survival show, not an mnet one especially. he wants to debut and have his talents fully showcased, where he won't have to wait four months fighting for his life, where he'll probably get evil edited. he just doesn't want to have to do something not worth it and get paid dust. "siwon, this is not my thing".

"i have absolutely nothing to lose" saturn chews loudly, and haejin scrunched his nose, lightly punching his shoulder. "if i lose i'll just move back to the states and become an indie guitarist".

"you already are one, loser".

"you wanna die kang?"

yijoon thankfully grabs saturn before he lunges forward to hit haejin, it's just them, always fighting each other, it's a common part of their dynamic. makoto glances over at zihan, whose zoned out, still thinking. he can understand where he's keeping from, zihan has struggled with being manipulated and taken advantage of by selfish companies before, and he didn't want for history to repeat itself.

"when does the show start?" zihan asks, and siwon blinks, almost confused. "like— start airing".

"in february why?"

zihan pauses again, gripping on the duvet under him, then, he just sighs. "i'll think about it".

siwon gasps, clapping. he leaps forward and wraps his arms around zihan. "ah thank you thank you thank you!" he kisses his cheek, once, twice, thrice, and a fourth time, showing his usual insane amount of affection.

"that doesn't mean yes".

"shut up you basically agreed".

#boys planet #boys planet 999 #original characters #boys planet scenarios #boys planet fics #kpop oc #kpop original character #boys planet imagines #boys planet drabbles

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svtiny · 4 months

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fan fic featuring the men of Seventeen. Chapter 2

Pairing: Woozi and afab!reader Warning: Language, Sasaeng behavior Rating: M but I’m not sure how much smut is going to happen, in any case Minors DNI!

This part is written in the POV of the Sasaeng for the first part.

"Thank you all for tuning into the newest video, today we are going to be talking about our favorite idols and their lives when the cameras are turned off. Who is secretly in a relationship? Who is meaner than what they portray to fans? Which groups are not as close as they seem? Today we will be going talking about all these questions and more so leave them in the comments if you want me to address them in the future segment of this series." The video pauses as Bailey edits some of the graphics in the frame. The title screen reads "Baileys Kpop-Corner" she is an American transplant living in South Korea, trying to make a name for herself in the journalist world. Bailey moved to South Korea with the intention of becoming a journalist focusing on the world of Kpop and the lives the Idols live. But she quickly started gaining a following for her sasaeng behavior and paparazzi styled interviews with idols.

Bailey had quickly found that her videos of Seventeen did the best, maybe it was because of the size of the group, maybe some carats just really liked her content. Either way she was getting views and sponsorships so she was going to continue pushing the boundaries just to see how far she could go. Bailey also developed an unhealthy obsession with the members. She understood why they were so famous, they were handsome, they were talented, funny, and from what they showed the public, very kind. She developed a special fixation on the group's main producer, Woozi. She would find a way to make sure she met him and was fully convinced they would get along really well and possibly fall in love...

The video editing process finished faster than she expected so she posted it ahead of schedule as a treat for her fans. Within minutes the views and comments started piling in.

"Unnie, do you have any news about The8" "When will you be able to get them on the show?" "SAY THE NAME!"

Bailey loved reading the comments and responding when she could but there were always a few who tried to ruin the party for everyone else. But they quickly outed themselves as a hater so she could block them. Comments such as,

"Sasaeng behavior is gross and you should be ashamed." "Carats please stop following this channel, she does not care about the members."

How could anyone say she doesn't care about the members? They are the main source of her income and she had grown to love them more than these other carats. They did not love the group as much as she did.

*Ding* A private message popped up in the chat box, "I know how you can get over 1 million viewers and possibly a member on your show, message me for more details. <3"

Hesitation crept through her body...this could be a scam...or it could be her one chance to meet Woozi. So she replied. "I'm listening." "I am a maid for the dorms that Seventeen live in. I can get you in." "For a price." Bailey knew there was always a price. "Do you have any proof?" The messenger sent her building ID and photos with the group. Bailey was sold, she quickly responded asking how she would get in and how much the maid wanted.

Jump to 7 days later, Bailey was hyping up the upcoming live and the special guests that she was going to have on her show. Trying to draw in as big of a crowd as possible. The maid helped her get a uniform and made a fake ID badge. She made it clear that she needed to remain anonymous and did not want to be on camera.

Bailey had stayed awake all night perfecting her makeup and figuring out what she would say if she got caught. She knew what she was doing was technically illegal but she was far gone at this point. Now was her chance to meet Woozi and once he met her, he would understand.

The morning had come and she was able to get in to the dorm with no issues, following the other maids saying she was a temp. and flashing the fake ID.

Bailey started in the restroom to set up her camera and start going live, in a hushed tone she spoke to her viewers. "hello everyone and welcome back to my channel. Today I have a special treat for you, we are in the Seventeen Dorm and we will be interviewing some of the members, stay tuned to find out who." She wasn't sure who she would find so she thought it best not to make any promises as to who it would be. Viewers started rolling in but the comments were not what Bailey was used to...they could see this probably wasn't legit and she may not have had permission to be there. But the viewers kept coming in, probably for the point that a sasaeng broke into the dorm. Like a bad car accident, you can't look away.

It had been 30 minutes and so far no members, at least not on the floor she was currently on. She heard some of the members downstairs but didn't want to seem too obvious so she stayed on the 2nd floor, opening any doors that were unlocked.

One room was unlocked and what she saw startled her. Even in the dark she could see clothes thrown about the room, and two bodies asleep in the bed. This would be her biggest scoop yet! One of the members had a girlfriend! Or...at least had a lady for the night...she needed to get close enough to see who it was, both people. As she crept closer she noticed the long black hair...the buff pale arms...looking around the room for more proof she saw the red guitar...no.no.no. Not Woozi. No, they were meant to be together...her heart broke into millions of pieces. But she knew what she had to do, expose the slut that seduced Woozi so that she would be ruined and he wouldn't want her anymore. This all made sense in her mind.

The comments of the viewers started getting more and more concerned with the invasion of privacy that Bailey was getting into.

"Someone needs to report her!"

"OMG! Whose room is she in?!"

"This isn't right...please stop. Turn off the camera and leave."

But Bailey didn't see any of those. She left her phone hidden and the camera still running.

Moments before she approached the bed, Minghao (The8) came into the room, "Woozi-hyung, -- who are you?!" Bailey quickly turned around to see Minghao standing behind her in pure shock.

Woozi woke up startled and threw the blanket over his girlfriends face to protect her identity.

Woozi yelled a series of curse words in the maids direciton and security came and removed her from the room.

Bailey couldn't believe Woozi was protecting that...that...whore! Why was he yelling at her when she just wanted to love him?

Once Bailey had been reprimanded the views started to go down. The head of security had taken the camera and turned it off.

Live stream is over...But Bailey wasn't done. She will make sure Woozi knows she loves him.

#woozi x you #woozi x reader #lee jihoon x reader #woozi scenarios #jihoon x reader

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