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minminyoonjii · 1 month

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I've read your little reader posts and I'm addicted. I haven't been able to find a single other writer for things like this and your writing is just *chef's kiss*

I loved the nightmare one and I was going to ask about little reader having a nightmare with a different scenario where little reader wakes up from a nightmare and sneaks(or "sneaks") into bed with their cg for better sleep.

Love your work, hope your day/night is amazing. If you don't want to write this for any reason, I won't be offended.

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💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

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You whined, holding your plush close to your chest. Fear seeped into your mind as you tried to coax yourself back to sleep. Thoughts taunted each time you closed your eyes. "Caregiver Title," you sniffled, rubbing your eyes with your plush. The silence felt eerie and you wanted nothing more than your caregiver with you. "Need you," you whispered, crawling off your bed, clutching your plush. You patted the walls in the hallway, finding your way to your caregiver's room.

Bang Chan

"Daddy," you whispered, hearing snores coming from the bed. You huffed, crawling onto his bed, "Daddy," you repeated, patting Chan's chest. Chan furrowed his eyebrows, "It's still early," he grumbled, trying to roll aside. Your lips wobbled, "Daddy," you sniffled, holding his cheeks. Chan's eyes flew open, "Little one, why are you crying, hm?" he asked, slightly disorientated. Tears dripped down your cheeks, and silent cries escaped your lips. "Daddy got you, little one. Daddy's silly for not waking up properly," he cooed, rocking your body. You sniffled, burying your face into his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Chan sighed in relief the moment sleep caught up to you. "I'll always be right here," he whispered, chuckling softly at his pounding heart.

Lee Minho

Your lips pursed into a pout, crawling onto Minho's bed, "Mama," you said, nosing his neck. Minho gruffed as he was used to his cats sleeping on his face. You whined, nipping his cheek, "Mama," you whined, tears threatening to spill. Minho jolted in his sleep, eyes squinting awake, "What are you doing awake, cupcake?" he asked, stroking your hair. A whine escaped your lips as you relaxed your weight on him. Minho chuckled, kissing your forehead, "Did you have a bad dream?" he asked, shifting to pull the blankets over you. "It scawy, Mama," you sniffled, tears dripping onto Minho's skin. He cooed, tucking you in with him, "Mama's going to have to protect his little cupcake," he said, giving you a tight reassuring squeeze. You giggled, melting in his arms.

Seo Changbin

"Baba, uppies please," you whispered, shaking Changbin's sleeping body. He groaned, accidentally shifting you with him. You squeaked, knocking his headboard with a thud. Sobs wasn't hesitant to escape past your lips. "Baba!" you exclaimed, flinching Changbin awake. "Agi? Agi-ah what's wrong?" he panicked, sitting up to hold you close. You whimpered, bringing his palm to the owie on your head, "Huwts," you cried, holding your plush towards your chest. Changbin felt his heart drop, "Don't worry, hm? Baba's kisses have magic powers," he coaxed, wiping your tears. You hiccuped, looking up at him with sorrow-filled eyes. Changbin cooed, kissing the area you held, "Baba will kiss the pain away, agi-ah" he said, smooching your owie.

Hwang Hyunjin

You whined, crawling into the space next to Hyunjin. "Up, Jinnie," you whispered, poking his cheek but to no avail. You huffed, wiggling under the comforters covering him. Hyunjin instinctively, wrapped his arms around you, tucking you against his chest. A yawn escaped your lips, the fear of your nightmare no longer plaguing your mind. Hyunjin groaned, scrunching his nose, when your hair brushed his lips. You yawned once more, pressing your plush against your cheek as you squirmed to get yourself comfortable. Hyunjin tightened his hold, sleepily rocking your body, "Sleep," he mumbled, kissing your forehead. A final yawn escaped your lips as you shifted, pressing your back against his chest. Hyunjin smiled in his sleep, "Sleep good," he whispered, holding you tight.

Han Jisung

"Appa," you grumbled, climbing onto his bed. Jisung woke up from the motion, "Sweetheart?" he slurred, sleep still coating his mind. You huffed, plopping onto him. Jisung felt the air get knocked out of his lungs, "What was that for, hm?" he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. "Bad dweam," you sulked, pressing your face further into his chest. Jisung cooed, kissing your forehead, "Aww, sweet thing. You just couldn't sleep after that, could you?" he asked, running his fingers through your hair. You shook your head, turning to press your cheek on his shoulder. Jisung hummed, sitting up with you in his lap, "Let's get comfy and sleep, hm? It's quite early, sweetheart," he whispered, pulling the blankets over the both of you.

Lee Felix

You tiptoed into the room, expecting your Mommy to be in deep sleep when you heard the crudes of slurs. "Mommy?" you questioned, walking towards the sound. Felix screamed when you poked his shoulder. You flinched, tripping back on a misplaced carpet. Felix's eyes widened, "My sunshine!" he exclaimed, quickly tugging off his headset to pick you up. Tears spilt down your face as the dull sting from the fall ached your bottom. Felix whimpered, pampering kisses all over your face, "Oh, oh, my precious sunbeam, you gave Mommy a big scare you know that," he said, holding you close. You sniffled, trembling in his arms. "Aww, sunshine. I'm not mad. Mommy's not mad," he said, wiping your tears. Felix sighed, kissing your nose, "Come on, sunshine. You can sleep on Mommy's lap while he plays," he said, getting himself comfortable with you cosy on his lap.

Kim Seungmin

"Dada, help," you whispered, nudging Seungmin's arm. You sulked, raising to smack Seungmin's face with the plush when he stopped your plush. "Are you trying to murder Dada while he's sleeping, munchkin?" he rasped, sitting up. You sniffled, "Dada, hug," you whined, crawling into his lap. He chuckled, rubbing your tummy, "Did you have a nightmare?" he questioned, smelling the traces of baby shampoo. You nodded, nuzzling his shoulder, "T'was scawy," you mumbled, yawning at the warmth. Seungmin nodded, "We should go back to sleep, munchkin," he yawned, kissing your forehead. You yawned back, getting comfortable in his hold. Seungmin chuckled, patting your bottom, "Scoots aside," he said, cuddling you to his chest.

Yang Jeongin

You quietly snuck your way into Jeongin's bed, tucking yourself under his blankets. Jeongin flinched at the movement, "Angel?" he questioned, facing you. "Ninnin," you whined, nuzzling into his back. Jeongin chuckled, setting his phone aside, "You're lucky I'm still awake," he said, wrapping his arms around you. "What's keeping you awake, my sweet little angel?" he asked, booping your nose. You sniffled, hiding your face behind your plush, "Nightmawe," you slurred. Jeongin frowned, kissing the top of your head, "Aww, my precious. You're safe now, Ninnin's got you right here," he chuckled, rubbing your back. You yawned, melting into his touch, eyes getting droopy by the second. Jeongin hummed, "Big squeeze," he whispered, holding you tight.

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b4tracha · 7 months

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In The Closet (B.C. x M! Reader)

(Bang Chan loves you in sweats a little too much and has to blow you before a performance..)

Warning: Chan is more submissive in this one, so I am sorry for my dom! Chan lovers. When looking at the picture I saw it looking like he just got done blowing Changbin and got inspired.

Happy Channie Day!!

It wasn’t the first time you have traveled with Chan and the rest of the members while you watched their performances from backstage. It wasn’t the first time Chan has been nervous for a show either. But you still couldn’t figure out why he was staring at you so intensely from across the room. Each time you looked up, his eyes would lock dead onto yours yet he wouldn’t say anything. Eventually, you just got up and took him to an abandoned closet for you both so you could talk.

“Hey, Chris are you okay?” The frown bore on your face while the male infront of you only seemed to get more nervous. Did something happen? “Do we need to talk to a manager?”

That seemed to snap him out of the trance as he violently shook his head and grabbed your arm tightly. “No! No managers.. It’s just..” He trailed off and began to pull fiddle with his shirt. His face and ears grew red and hot.

“Just?”

“I really want to suck you off. I know! It’s not a good idea because we are about to go on in an hour, but I saw you in those sweatpants and I could see your bulge and-” Chan cut himself off with the high-pitched whine. “I just want you, Y/N..”

You could barely form words at the shock of what he just informed you off. You could admit, it was a bad idea to do what he said. His voice needed to be in top shape for stays and everyone else. However, the thought of him sucking you off in such a small place with so many people behind that door made your dick twitch.

“Look, this isn’t a good idea..” You whispered, finally finding your voice. You thought for a moment before finally decided to fuck it. “But you need to be quick, okay baby?”

A big smile finally found it’s way on Chan’s face before he nodded and dropped to his knees infront of you. You were above him watching as your hands moved to palm yourself. It wasn’t difficult for you to harden with the sight infront of you. Chan always looked his best on his knees for you.

He pouted and pulled at your waistband and you chuckled. He was always so impatient. You pulled yourself out of your sweats and boxers, letting Chan see your half-hard cock in full display. Chan bit his lip for a moment, eyes shining before moving closer. He grabbed it softly and slowly drug his tongue on the underside of your dick. He smiled at the sound you made as you softly groaned. He moved under and started to suck on your balls, knowing how much you enjoyed when he played with them. Your hand immediately found your way in his hair as pre-cum started to leak from your tip.

“Fuck, Chris..” He hummed, vibrating your balls that filled his mouth. His eyes started to flutter as he got dizzy from the feeling and taste of you in his mouth. It’s been so long since you both could do this and he has finally got it. He wish he could always keep you in his mouth. He licked around you and finally made his way to the tip. His own cock was fully hard in his pants, but that didn’t matter at the moment. He could cum from just sucking you off hands free. The room’s tempature started to rise as the feeling of lust and the feeling of your two bodies staarted to heat it up. Not wanting to ruin his outfit, he pulled off his shirt, but left the pants for now.

You were out of breath on top of him with lidded, sinful eyes. You still couldn’t believe that the both of you were doing this. You started to jerk yourself off, flicking and tugging aggressively until Chan’s mouth finally made it’s way back onto your cock. He sadly couldn’t deepthroat you with the performance soon, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t taste you. The taste of your sweat and pre-cum swirled on his tongue and the smell of your natural scent only made him feel light-headed. Chan’s eyes nearly crossed as he looked at you while he stuck half of your length inside of his mouth and jerked off the rest with a single hand. His lonely hands travled down to his own pants, pulling himself out so he wouldn’t absolutely ruin his boxers from leaking

Your groans and moans only grew louder when your eyes connected. He was like a vixen, or a sex demon when he looked like this. You couldn’t get enough of him. You wish you could grab his head and hold it still as you thrusted your cock into his mouth. You wanted him to slobber all over your cock and himself as he gagged and moaned at the aggression. You wanted his nose to hit your crotch as you finally came down his throat. The thought made your dick twitch and throb in his mouth.

“Fuck, baby..” You finally spoke, pulling at his hair. His hair stylist is going to have to fix his hair again. You were going to have to come up with a great excuse for it, because it was ruined. “I’m getting close.”

Chan whined at the confession, happy that he was going to be able to taste your cum once again. Chan was a known cumslut, wanting it all the time. On his face, in his mouth, in his ass, on his stomach, anywhere on his body he could think off. He pulled off, taking both of his hands to jerk you off violently as his spit and your pre-cum gave him a slick and messy slide. The sound and sight was disgusting but he loved it.

“On my face..” He whispered, eyes filled with tears and face a bright red color. He looked so pathetic and beautiful you wish you could fuck him then and there. “Please cum on my face, Y/N..”

His hands went faster as you started to bit at your lip and your hips twitch, bucking right back into his hands. That was a telltale that you were going to cum. He stuck out his tongue and that was the end for you.

The tight knot in your stomach snapped causing you to cum all over Chan’s face. It hit mostly on his tongue, but some hit his chin, eye lashes and even his forehead and in his hair. You moaned long and loud as he kept jerking you through your orgasm. It took you to physically pull away from the pain of overstimlations for Chan to stop. You wiped away as the sweat on your forehead and laughed wildly, looking up at the ceiling. You couldn’t believe you did this.

A whine from below you pulled you out your trance, remembering that Chan hasn’t came yet. You stucked your softening dick back into your pants before bending down to Chan’s leve. You took his hard, pulsing cock into your own hands. You stuck your fingers inside of his mouth, knowing how loud he got when he started to get close.

Chan’s hips snapped in an non-rhythmic pattern. His moans were being muted by your fingers curled in his mouth. His body shook as he started to finally reach his release before he snapped and went rigid, eyes rolling in the back of the head. You pulled your hands away immediately, knowing Chan got overstimulated easily before he finally went bones, falling into your arms. You both caught your breath at the bottom of the small closet before you finally spoke.

“How are we going to explain this?” Chan only groaned at the thought and a small laugh immediately left your throat.

“We’ll figure it out.”

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kevcanwait · 20 days

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This photos of the Aussie's are so freaking adorable and I needed to write something. Chan looks adorable just resting on Felix's shoulder. 🥰 I'm also on a roll with Fluff and have been in a fluffy mood, smut will be posted later. lol, it's 4:20am, I started at 3:50. Honestly thought this took longer to write.

Blogs: @heartbinn

Tags: Tooth rotting fluff it's so cute, Mn says ILY to Chanlix for the first time, Mn deeply loves his Aussie's, rough airport descriptions cause I've never been in one (;-;), it's so fluffy it needs to be mentioned twice. Felix is called Pixie, Nn means nickname, Chan is called Channie.

The departure gate buzzed with the energy of travelers, the anticipation of new adventures looming in the air. Amidst the hustle and bustle, Stray Kids stood together, their camaraderie evident in the easy banter and shared laughter that echoed through the terminal.

Felix had his gaze fixed intently on the screen displaying flight information, Chan standing behind him, watching Felix's movements and muttering a few things which had Felix turn his head to hear the quiet words only to smile softly when he heard words of adoration.

You stood at another station, having just finished getting your ticket and you look up, smiling at Chan leaning on Felix before smiling cutely and waving when you catch Chan's eye, gaining a silent giggle, wide smile, and his adorable dimples. You see Felix possibly ask what he was laughing at and Chan points at you, you do the action again and gain another smile.

You three had formed an inseparable bond since you joined Stray Kids before the Five Star era and your connection deepened with each passing day, eventually they asked if you wanted to be with them and you couldn't believe they both liked you while you've been liking them since Stray Kid's third anniversary. You were also shocked knowing they were actually together.

As Felix navigated the ticketing process with practiced ease, Chan leaned over his shoulder again, a casual gesture that no one would think twice about but you knew Chan was resisting full on cuddling him at the ticket stand. You still stood a few steps away next to Changbin and you couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth at the sight of your boyfriends.

You watched as Chan's eyes scanned the screen, his gaze lingering on Felix's actions with a mixture of fondness and admiration. Judging by how long they've been standing there, Felix was doing Chan's ticket as well, Chan's eyes scanned rapidly at his information.

A smile tugged at you lips as you observed the interaction between the two of them. Despite the chaos when entering the airport and the murmurs of fans keeping their distance, there was a sense of peace that settled over you just seeing the two. You also felt an abundance of love that's been with you since you woke up. You always loved it when they were barefaced and comfy.

Felix's laughter rang out, infectious and genuine, as he tilts his head back and leans it against Chan's for a moment before pulling back. Chan's gentle smile made you smile.

Feeling a sudden impulse, you interrupt Changbin gently, smiling apologetically as you excuse yourself but Changbin knows, he was watching you stare at the aussies the whole time he spoke but he couldn't help but smile at how you looked at the two.

You finally walk over to them, your movements quick but subtle as not to give away your need to be near your boys. As casual as possible, you positioned yourself behind Felix, peaking over his other shoulder, your right hand finding its place on Felix's waist, while your left hand took Chan's and pulled it to hide the sweet connection between you and Felix's back.

The touch was intimate yet innocuous. Felix, engrossed in the task at hand now that Chan wasn't distracting him, was unaware of your approach until he felt the weight and gentle squeeze of your hand against his side. A soft gasp escaped his lips, followed by a smile that lit up his face. Turning his head, he met Mn's gaze with a mixture of surprise and affection.

Chan, ever observant, caught the exchange out of the corner of his eye. A smile played at the corners of his lips as he turned to meet Mn's gaze. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a silent acknowledgment of your affection.

"What're you cuties laughing at?" You murmured quietly enough for them to hear and Chan giggles. "Changbin was talking to you but you looked like you were gonna melt into a puddle staring at us." He replied and you hide further behind the brim of your hat. "Was I thought obvious?" You ask as you lean against Felix's shoulder. "Yeah, just a little. Changbin was smiling though. I think he was amused, actually."

Felix finally stepped back and gave Chan his stuff. "Jeez, that wouldn't have taken so long if someone~ wasn't teasing~ me." Felix smiles at Chan who chuckles softly. "It's fine, I had Jisung distracting me before Minho took him away to get his stuff." You say.

What felt like forever later, away from fans, you all had to wait a short amount of time for your plane. Chan leaned on your shoulder while Felix scrolled on his phone, holding your hand. Occasionally, more like every thirty seconds, you kiss the top of Felix's head and he hums, squeezing your hand and nuzzles the tiniest bit into your shoulder each time.

Of course, on the flight, you got the middle seat and the two sat on either side of you. This time Felix sleeps on your shoulder and Chan is leaning on you. From what you can hear, most of the other boys are sleeping or quietly talking to one another.

"Channie?" He hums, looking up at you, all his attention on you and you smile. "I love you." Chan smiles widely, suddenly wide awake as he lets go of your hand, cradling your face then giving you a firm kiss on your lips as he giggles softly. Your first 'I love you' since beginning to date them and your first kiss with Chan. He pulls back, giddy as ever as he bumps his nose against yours. "You're so cute. I love you, too, Nn."

Your body subconsciously turned when Chan grabbed your face and Felix sits up. "What?" He asked sleepily and you look over to him, laughing softly. "I love you, Pixie." "Pixie?" Felix mumbles before nuzzling into your shoulder, you notice a light blush cover his freckles as he coos but it sounds more like a whine. "Pixie~" He hums, bringing his head back up and you place a gentle kiss on his lips, he eyes are wide open when you pull away, seeming to be fully awake now.

"You-" "I love you..." You smile shyly and Felix squeals quietly, leaning forward to bury his face in your neck while giggling. "I love you, too, Hyung." He mumbles and you feel him smile into your neck.

"Flight attendant." Chan mutters and Felix pulls back but the both of them don't let go of your hands.

When you land and all nine of you are out of the public eye, Chan and Felix are giving you a couple kisses and hugs. The boys are shocked at the new affection but surprisingly are very happy. Being the silly boys they are, they cheer for you guys and you cover your burning face which Minho calls a cherry.

You felt so much love for them that you were absolutely sure with telling them in that moment. A moment that was never forgotten.

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sorikkung · 1 month

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good boy gone bad | 29

lix gets every bitch except the one he wants

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a/n: we're not gonna talk about how much time has passed since the last update. we're just not. LMFAOOOO reminder that timeline screenshots rather than individual thread posts usually indicate some amount of time passing particularly when used at the end of a scene <3

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jinnie-ret · 5 months

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Ninth Member!Reader 🪻

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Fake Fights - Stray Kids x Ninth Member!Reader (Platonic) F | A

You and Minho decide to strike revenge and prank the boys after they leave practice early because of the tense mood you both created.

Fallen Angel pt 2 - Stray Kids x Ninth Member!Reader (Platonic) A | F

The Stray Kids members have two maknaes to comfort at the end of their 'I'll Be Your Man' cover. One upset because he thought he wasn't good enough, and the other an injured, fallen angel, left hurt because MNET hadn't done enough safety checks on their equipment.

Scarred Knees and Insecurities - Stray Kids x Ninth Member!Reader (Platonic) A | F

When the old scars from your youth, become fresh wounds in your adulthood, the boys are there to pick up the pieces.

Heatstroke - Stray Kids x Ninth Member!Reader (Platonic) F | A

Y/n suffers from heat stroke on the day of their performance at Lollapalooza.

Bite My Tongue - Stray Kids x Ninth Member!Reader (Platonic) A

When an interviewer decides to pick on you specifically, the boys do their best to hold back and get you out of the situation.

Daredevil - Stray Kids x Ninth Member!Reader (Platonic) F

The boys never expected that their shy noona could be such a daredevil.

My Aegi - Stray Kids x Ninth Member!Reader (Platonic) F | A

Y/n was glad she had the boys there to help her raise her kid sister. She didn't know what she'd do without them.

It's a Brit Thing - Stray Kids x Ninth Member!Reader (Platonic) F

The boys find it hard to understand their British member a lot of the time...

Who I Am - Stray Kids x Ninth Member Non-binary!Reader (Platonic) A | F

The boys support Y/N for who they are, and show them that they truly have their back when a podcast goes wrong.

Don't Push Yourself - Stray Kids x Ninth Member!Reader (Platonic) A | F

You thought you were doing the right thing for yourself, but it was only a matter of time before your habits became unhealthy, and the boys didn't even notice until it was too late.

Period Pains - Stray Kids x Ninth Member!Reader (Platonic) F

You're keen to see the boys reactions to what you go through every month.

Super Shy - Stray Kids x Ninth Member!Reader (Platonic) F

Y/N is surprised when the boys turn up at her album debut shoot, and they reassure her on her worries about her new daring look.

Let Noona Handle It - Stray Kids x Ninth Member!Reader (Platonic) F | A

After a difficult, chaotic concert, you prepare a feast to take care of your beloved dongsaengs.

Family is Complicated - Stray Kids x Ninth Member!Reader (Platonic) A | F

After your troubling phone call is overhead by all of the boys, they comfort you and reassure you that they are your true family.

Gyaru, Jjang Yeppeuda - Stray Kids x Ninth Member!Reader (Platonic) F | A

Despite her normal confidence in owning her aesthetic, Y/N begins to feel uncomfortable when she feels the judging stares of other idols.

Togetherness - Stray Kids x Ninth Member!Reader (Platonic) A

Out of all things, the last thing you expected to hear was that your parents are getting a divorce, but it was fortunate that the boys were there to hold you together.

Generation Z - Stray Kids x Ninth Member!Reader (Platonic) F

She's the youngest of the group and the boys can't keep up with her internet slang.

People Pleaser - Stray Kids x Ninth Member!Reader (Platonic) F | A

In her One Kid's Room episode, Y/N reflects on how it was hard for her not to be so kind and sweet to everyone, because she just wanted them to like her.

Hellevator - Stray Kids x Ninth Member Male!Reader (Platonic) A 💚🖤

He's going through voice changes in their debut era and fans are already sending in hate.

Cigarette Duet - Poly!Stray Kids x Ninth Member!Reader | A 💚🖤

You get hounded by your boyfriends after they catch you smoking. How will they react when you disappear and go off the radar?

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 1 year

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

Chan doesn't usually rank very high on the pack's jealousy scale. But bring in a brat-more importantly, his brat-and a direct challenge, and you've got a recipe for disaster. (or fun. Mostly fun.)

A/N: OKAY, I SWEAR TO GOD, I *AM* ACTUALLY WRITING THE JEONGIN PRESENTING PREQUEL CHAPTER. 😅 BUT. 👀

I needed you to have this daddy dom Chan chapter I wrote in a completely crazed fever dream first.

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

Genre: Non-explicit Smut, Fluff, Crack

Warnings: Breeding Kink, Funishment, Mentions of BC Removal, Possessive, Jealous Daddy Dom Chan (you've been warned)

Title: Punish Me

“C’mon, sugar, let me buy you a drink. One drink won’t hurt. Let me take care of you.”

You smile sweetly-so fakely saccharine that it makes your teeth ache-at the persistent alpha leaning against the bar beside you and take another long slow sip of your wine, still half full.

“That is so sweet.” You purr back, putting on the act, just to see how far he’s willing to go to try and get into your pants.

Alpha Males, you scoff silently in your head, as he leans toward you, one arm laid on the bar beside your own, reading into your reply as interest.

He cocks a brow and gives you the start of a smirk. “So c’mon then. What’ll it be?”

You force yourself not to wrinkle your nose at the overwhelming scent of coppery steel washing over you at his words.

“Like I said before though,” You put on a show of hesitating, glancing around as if you’re looking for someone, and the guy follows your gaze, expression smug. You tilt your head toward him, offering him what you hope is an unsure smile. “I’m fairly well taken care of already.”

“Don’t play coy.” The guy says, a slight sneer on his lips now, as he puffs his chest and closes the distance between the two of you, fingers looping around your wrist a bit too strongly for your liking.

He looks down at you, and his lips curl.

“If you’re here alone, sugar, you can just say so.” The light in his eyes goes dangerous as he leans into your space, lips against your temple, voice dropping. “I’m more than happy to take you home.”

You roll your eyes, opening your mouth to respond, ready to drop the whole ‘agreeable, single female’ act, when a wave of thunderous storm swirls the air around you, electrifying it instantly.

You smirk up at the strange alpha, who looks slightly caught off guard, and feel a powerful presence appear at your back.

“Actually-” Chan’s deep growl rumbles through you, and your wolf shivers in anticipation, as his hands come down to rest heavily on your shoulders, glare narrowed in on the man standing before you, almost between your legs. “-she’s not here alone. So why don’t you fuck off back to where you came from, mate?”

The alpha raises his hands in defeat and takes a step back, clearly wanting no part of whatever this is with Chan.

“Fine, man. Whatever. I don’t want any trouble.”

He disappears into the crowd as quickly as he came, probably off to bother some other seemingly helpless, lonely female.

Chan is still tense at your back, and you bite back a smile as you reach for your wine, taking another sip, before you address him casually, “Pretty boy.”

You set your glass back down and tap your fingers along the bar top, cocking your head, even as you stare at where the guy had disappeared only moments before.

“Took you long enough.”

Chan scoffs behind you, and you glance up to see him arching a brow, staring down at you, a slight smirk starting to curl his lips.

Unlike the strange alpha from before, the look on your mate has butterflies swirling in your stomach.

He reaches around you and smoothly downs the rest of your drink in one go.

“It looked like you had it under control.” He remarks dryly, still wearing that stupid smirk-the territorial, slightly dangerous, amused one-that makes you want to rip all his clothes off right here and now.

“I did.” You reply back, twirling the now empty glass on the bar, still not looking back at him.

He slides a hand around the front of your throat, tilting your head back to force you to meet his heated gaze, his lips now pulled into a serious line that sends your heart racing in your chest.

“I know you can handle yourself just fine, little alpha, but-” His fingers tighten slightly around your throat, and you resist the urge to shiver at the look in his dark eyes as he glides his gaze possessively down your body, his voice a low growl in your ear as he suddenly yanks you back flush against him. “-this? This is mine. And I needed to give everyone here a clear reminder of that.”

You gasp as his teeth nip your earlobe.

You can feel him, pressing against every inch of your back, and suddenly, getting out of this seedy college bar and back to the house as quickly as possible becomes your top priority.

However, you’re not quite ready to give up the game-and subsequently, this hot, possessive version of Chan-just yet.

So instead of dragging him directly to the nearest car and undressing him in the backseat, you take a deep breath, and remark calmly-like your heart isn’t currently fighting to rip through your chest, like your inner thighs aren’t already wet with heat that he and his little show put there-

“I get the feeling you’re ready to leave. But I have a stipulation.”

You spin on the bar stool to face him, and his expression is guarded, cautious, eyes dark and unreadable.

When you don’t immediately speak, he growls out, “Go on.”

You clench your thighs at his tone of voice, and by the way his eyes travel slowly down to your legs, bare in your dress, and the smirk that starts to curve his lips, you know he knows.

You ignore him and push on doggedly.

“You let someone in this bar buy me a drink before we go.”

Chan’s entire body tenses at your words, and you have to bite back a triumphant grin at the immediate wave of petrichor that rolls off of him dangerously at your suggestion.

You hold up a finger. “Just one, but you can’t interfere.” You arch a brow at him. “That means allowing flirting and touching, as long as it seems I’ve got it all under control.”

Chan growls low and threatening beneath his breath, sending a shiver down your spine, and his brow furrows, clearly unhappy, but he finally straightens and blows out a long resigned breath between his lips, fixing a glare on you.

“Fine.” He waves the bartender over to refill your wine glass and takes his own drink in white knuckled fingers.

He does not look happy about this.

The brat inside of you giggles gleefully, and you force yourself to remember to breathe as he steps back from you, eyes intently holding your own, warning written all over his serious expression.

“But I step in immediately if something seems sketchy.”

You nod, giving him the hint of a smile, which he doesn’t return, as he takes another backward step toward an unoccupied table in a dark corner, still in view of the full length bar you currently sit at.

“I’ll be watching, little alpha.”

His words send a pleasant shudder down your body, and you watch as he disappears into shadow, turning back to the bar to take a shaky, long gulp of your alcohol.

Fuck.

You sit alone for several moments, intently aware the whole time of Chan’s eyes on you, making you feel hot all over.

You sway slightly to the music, sipping your wine, and adjust yourself on the stool, making sure the long slit of the skirt you wear is in place to show your entire lower leg and tempting slivers of your thigh.

You can practically sense Chan shift uneasily from the shadows, and you bite back a triumphant grin.

Got him.

You glance toward him, and he arches a brow at you, raising his glass to you in some sort of snarky salute, before he downs the rest of his drink.

You’re well aware he knows exactly what you’re doing.

It just makes the victory all the more sweet.

“Hi.” You whip around to see a tall guy lean against the bar beside you, and by the immediate smell of clover and grass that sweeps over you as he waves over the bartender, you know he’s another alpha.

Got him.

You paste on your most innocent smile and widen your eyes as much as possible, pursing your lips as you covertly tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, focusing your gaze on the bar, trying to play shy,

“Hi.” You return, soft and husky, and the guy glances sidelong at you, obvious interest clear in his expression.

“I haven’t seen you here before.” You fight the urge to roll your eyes at the very obvious line, but take a sip of your drink and say lightly instead, “Yeah, I usually frequent the bar on the other side of campus.”

“Oh?” The guy arches his brow and takes a sip of his beer, turning to face you fully now, leaning into your space. “What brings you to this side of campus tonight?”

He smiles at you, and he’s cute, you admit-white, straight teeth and bronze skin and dark hair sweeping over his brow, green eyes-but he’s not your type.

No, your type is currently sitting in the corner, watching everything unfold.

You can practically feel the waves of possession washing over you.

You resist the urge to smirk.

You take another sip of your drink and shrug, not missing the way his eyes flit to the bare skin of your shoulder as it flashes beneath your cardigan.

“Some friends.”

The guy nods his head, as if in understanding, and turns to face the dance floor, eyes sweeping the tightly packed crowd.

“Yeah, I get that.” He raises his voice over the music, taking another drink of his beer as he grins over at you. “Mine ditched me for some more, shall we say, scintillating company on the dance floor.”

You laugh, nodding like you understand, and dart a quick look in the direction of Chan’s table.

He’s leaning back into the dark now, and all you can see are his black jean clad legs, and his knuckles, white and clenched, around the form of his empty glass.

You bite back a smug smile, and turn back to the alpha at the bar.

“Yeah, mine are probably puking in the bathroom by now, or on their way back to the dorms with some guy named Dan in an uber.”

The guy laughs, and it’s a nice sound, but every nerve in your body is on high alert under the alpha’s unwavering gaze from the corner.

You can feel the heat gathering between your thighs at the thought of what he’s going to do to you after this is over.

This is mine. And I needed to give everyone here a clear reminder of that. You can feel the ghost of his fingers wrapped around your throat, and you suppress a shudder.

The guy next to you places a hand over your own, and you resist the urge not to jump, as you turn a smile to him, arching a brow.

He grins. “Can I buy you a drink?” There it is.

You nod. “Absolutely.”

He removes his hand from your own to wave over the bartender once more, and you sneak another glance to the table in the corner.

Chan hasn’t moved, but you can feel his eyes boring into you.

Alpha guy slides a shot in front of you, and holds up his own, as if in toast.

“To being friendless tonight then.” You laugh and hold up your own glass to clink against his.

“To being friendless.”

You down the bitter alcohol in one swoop, and the guy beside you does the same. It burns on the way down, warming you from the inside out, but not as much as Chan’s narrowed gaze burns you up from the shadows.

“Anyway, I-” The guy beside you starts to say, and you brace yourself for him to make a move, when you’re saved by another guy appearing from the dance floor at just that moment, hair matted with sweat, eyes wild as they fall on your male counterpart.

“Dude. There you are!” He slaps the guy beside you on the shoulder so hard he winces. “Come dance with us!”

The guy glances to you, and you give him a smile, before shrugging.

“No longer friendless I guess.”

He offers you a regretful look as his buddy, who hasn’t even noticed your presence, makes an attempt to drag him toward the writhing mass of bodies on the dance floor.

He hesitates momentarily. “I guess.” He glances to his impatient friend, and then back to you. “See you around?”

You hold up your empty shot glass in cheers.

“See you around, friendless.”

He gives you a small smile, and lets his buddy drag him off, disappearing from sight into the crowd.

He won’t see you around, but who are you to break a nice guy’s heart?

The sudden scent of thunderstorm makes you shiver, and hands clamp down roughly without warning on the bare, warm skin of your shoulders, Chan’s teeth against your throat making you jump slightly, letting out a gasp as he bares them and drags the sharp points of his canine across the sensitive skin.

His fingers close around the front of your throat, holding you in place as he presses his body-and his very clear arousal- dominantly into yours from behind, and you squirm on your seat, instant, wet heat blooming between your thighs in response to the low, dangerous timber of his voice against your ear.

“Get in the car, little alpha. We’re going home.”

******* “Are you pleased with yourself?” Chan asks after shutting and locking his bedroom door, stripping off his jacket in one slow motion, as he keeps you pinned beneath his fiery gaze.

You offer him a smug smirk, backing slowly away from him, toward the large bed, as you kick off your heels.

“Yeah, I think I am actually.”

Something minute hardens in Chan’s gaze, as he tosses his jacket aside, and takes a stalking step in your direction.

“You like being contrary?” He questions in a low tone, though you can tell by the dangerous spark in his golden eyes and the punishing stance of his body that he already knows the answer. Another step. “You like making me jealous?”

You cock your head and sink onto the edge of the bed with a triumphant expression.

“Yes.”

His eyes flash and he takes another menacing step toward you.

“You like seeing me upset with you? Like seeing me insane out of my mind with possessiveness?”

You nod, and your entire body aches in delicious anticipation.

He rolls his tongue in his cheek-an angry motion, but it’s entirely too hot-and pins you beneath his gaze, taking that last step toward you before knocking your knees apart and stepping between them, forcing you to look up at him now as he towers over you.

Your entire body quivers as his thunderous scent crashes over you in one, violent wave.

His fingers find their way into your hair, tangling there, tugging against your scalp, and without warning, he wrenches your head back to make you look up at him, forcing a slight gasp from between your lips at the delicious, punishing sting.

He leans down until your noses are brushing, golden, heated eyes flashing furiously, his voice dropping into a growl that makes your insides melt instantly into hot need between your thighs.

“You want me to punish you, little alpha?”

You nod without thinking, and when you speak, your voice is noticeably breathless, a needy little whimper, a plea to his angry alpha.

“Yes.”

His lips quirk wickedly, and he releases his hold on your hair, shoving you back on the bed as he crawls to straddle you with a growl, his hand going to your throat and his knees going on your arms to completely pin you in place.

Every nerve is tingling at the feel of his weight on your own.

“Oh, baby.” He purrs, as he arches a brow at you smugly, lips curling into a smirk that has you squirming beneath him with need.

He runs a finger slowly down the hot, flushed skin of your throat, and a whine is ripped from your lips without your consent.

His breath is hot against the shell of your ear as he leans down and whispers dangerously, “It’s funny how you think I care what your answer to that question is. Because we both know, you’re going to be punished for your little show earlier whether you want to be or not.”

You swallow, your throat bobbing, and his eyes spark predatorily at the slight show of weakness.

His fingers tighten around the column of your throat, and your breath stutters to a stop in your chest.

“Besides-” He leans into you, his obvious hardness between your legs making you whimper, and drags his teeth down the skin of your throat, over your mating mark, before he bites down, hard, hard enough to hurt, but only enough to heighten the sudden, intense need you feel.

You writhe in his hold, and he flicks his eyes to yours, before lathing his tongue over the stinging mark reddening your skin.

“-I think you need a little reminder of who you belong to, don’t you?”

You nod, breathless, and he pinches your cheeks between his fingers.

“Words, baby. Use them.”

“Yes. I need a reminder.”

Pride flashes across his gaze at your consenting words, and he reaches for the buckle of his jeans, baring himself and making you shiver beneath him as you hungrily drink him in, nestled still between your legs.

He hikes up your skirt with his other hand, and you openly pant, as he slides a finger along the skin of your inner thighs, testing your wetness.

He openly groans, responding to your harsh intake of breath at his touch, and meets your wild gaze with the hooded darkness of his own, licking his lips slowly as he preps you.

“Listen closely.” He shifts against you, and you feel as if your entire body sparks into a raging fire at the feel of him.

He leans one hand into the bed right above your head, holding himself above you, and you resist the urge to tug him down and crash his lips into yours.

He’s in control right now, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Your muscles tense and quiver as he leans into you, breath hot as it washes across your skin, and lowers himself another inch between your legs, testing you.

You suck your bottom lip between your teeth and bite down so hard you taste copper.

Chan’s eyes flash, and his voice is a commanding growl, as he tugs your head back once more to meet his gaze.

“You’re going to take every inch of me, without a sound, like a good girl who accepts her punishment, and then, when we’re done, I’ll reward you with a release. Understood?”

You nod, and he gives you a hard, silent look, spurring you on to remember to use your words, like he’s always so fond of.

“Yes, alpha.” You reply obediently, and his expression shifts, and without warning, he sinks into you.

You bite back the gasp threatening to break from your throat, and Chan groans, low and long, in the back of his own throat, clenching his teeth against your skin as he digs his fingers into the bed above your head.

“Good fucking girl.” He growls out, and begins to move, and you’re pretty sure you see stars.

Being with Chan is always like this-hot and fast and punishing at first-but always completely worth it in the end.

He lets his teeth graze down your shoulder as you arch up into him, across the still aching mating mark, and down the skin of your upper arm, pausing as his teeth brush the obvious outline of your birth control implant beneath your flesh.

He pauses, both of you breathless in the space between you, and then he glances up from his position above your stomach, pinning you down with the intensity of his suddenly heated stare.

He ducks his head, holding your gaze, and lets his teeth graze across the implant once more, tugging at it slightly with his sharp canines in a way that makes you tingle and pant for breath.

“Some day, little alpha-” He muses below the sound of your lost breath, running his fingers over the raised skin, and the device beneath, scratching at it slightly, enough to sting your already sensitive skin. “I’ll rip this out, and fill you up with all my pups.”

You clench up with his searing words, and Chan sucks in a harsh breath in response, smirking up at you as you quiver beneath him.

“Ah, you like the sound of that, hm, baby?” He grins wickedly, letting the wet heat of his mouth suck on the skin that covers the implant once more, your body convulsing in response.

“Like the thought of alpha’s pups, hm?” He murmurs against your skin, kissing along the line of your arm, before he nips the skin above the implant sharply once more, rising up again to meet you, covering your mouth roughly with his own. “I’ll give them to you, baby, all of them. Fill you up so good.”

Fuck.

His tongue tangles with yours, and he moves again, and everything blacks out in a sea of wave after wave of pleasure.

******

You’re lying in the middle of the bed, still trying to come down from the high moments earlier, chest heaving, when Chan chuckles without prompting from his spot between your legs.

You glare at him weakly from beneath the safety of your arm, flung across your face, and stick your tongue out at him.

“What?”

You jump slightly at the first feel of the warm rag he’d brought from the bathroom against your inner thighs, but instantly relax into his tender, but firm hold, as he begins to wipe down your legs, cleaning you up in smooth strokes.

“Nothing.” He shakes his head with another chuckle, and glances at you when he gives your inner thigh another swipe. “You just really are a brat.”

You grin and hide back behind your arm, suddenly tired to the bone with the feel of his hands on you and the warmth of being cleaned.

“It’s what I do best.”

He hums beneath his breath in response, and there is silence for several moments as he continues to clean you methodically.

You feel yourself sinking into the soft mattress, your eyes and body growing heavy.

“I know the guy, by the way.” Chan speaks up again, and you raise your head off the bed to glance at him in bleary, tired, post sex confusion.

He shoots you an amused look, moving the rag to wipe the warmth across your lower stomach, his fingers looping loosely around your ankle to move you where he needs you.

“The guy at the bar.” He offers in explanation, and you furrow your brow, still not catching up.

“His name’s Sammy.” He remarks casually, before tossing the rag aside and climbing once more to straddle you on the bed, running a gentle finger down your cheekbone, across the swell of your breasts, before he leans forward to press a soft kiss to your gapped lips. “Wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

The puzzle pieces are still clicking into place in your head, and Chan sits back, watching you with open amusement now.

Suddenly, you gasp and shove him, hard, right in the center of his chest.

He doesn’t even budge, laughing again, harder this time.

“You set me up!”

Chan’s eyes twinkle with mischief, as he pins your still flailing hands back against the bed above your head and keeps you down with the weight of his body.

“I didn’t ‘set you up.’ I simply-” He shrugs, grinning cheekily down at you. “-couldn’t leave some things to chance. Not when you insisted on being so goddamn stubborn and putting yourself at risk.”

“I could’ve handled any alpha in that bar tonight.” You pout, crossing your arms over your chest as he releases you, but still refusing to look at him, out of principle.

“I know, baby.” Chan placates you warmly, leaning over to press kisses to your cheeks and mouth until you give up the pout and swat him away halfheartedly.

“So your friend-” You question, glaring up at him, even though your outrage is slipping away as quickly as it appeared in the face of his adorable dimples, revealed by his triumphant grin, curls still sweaty and tousled from your fingers.

“Sammy.”

“Sammy.” You repeat sourly, sticking your tongue out at him, and he laughs and leans forward, snapping his teeth as you yelp and quickly pull your tongue out of chomping range. “How’d you convince him then?” Chan shrugs easily, reaching up to rake a hand through his hair. “It wasn’t too hard.” He fixes you with a stern stare, and laughs again as you harumph and make a move to buck him off of you, to no avail. “Just told him I had a stubborn mate who was wanting to play the part of brat and make me jealous.”

“God.” You cover your face with your hands, suddenly embarrassed.

“Don’t worry-” Chan pulls your hands off your face, and leans down, grinning widely, as he kisses you again, slow and soft this time. When he pulls back, he’s still smiling. “-I didn’t tell him you were all hot and bothered for my possessive, dominant head alpha side. That’s our little secret, little alpha.”

He winks at you.

“Shut up.” You mutter beneath your breath as he chuckles, and this time, he lets you shove him off of you, stalking toward the bathroom.

“Baby, c’mon, it’s cute!” He calls out after you, still laughing to himself at your obvious irritation.

“Don’t come in here unless you want me to drown you in the bathtub, Christopher!” You retort back sharply over your shoulder, already seeing him rising from the bed from the corner of your eye, a wicked look on his features.

You hide a grin of your own and flit into the bathroom, flipping him off behind you for good measure.

“Oh, you’re going to pay for that.” Chan growls against your ear, as he catches you on the threshold, tugging you to him as you yelp and make a show of struggling.

“I was planning on it actually.” You grin up at him sweetly, batting your eyes innocently, and he growls once more, before tossing you easily over his shoulder and touting you into the bathroom as you shriek with laughter.

Perfect. Time for round two.

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bangchansdirty-slut · 16 days

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Yoo I was wondering if you could write a fic with a FtM reader with a poly relationship with Felix and Changbin. It could be purely fluff but if you want it could lead to smut :> Of course take your time with writing it.

JUST THE WAY U R

Paring: Felix x Changbin x FTM reader

Genre: Slight angst, Fluff

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: Sorry for the delay, I wanted to write this as best as possible.

M/n, a member of the famous K-pop group Stray Kids, was curled up in the fetal position on his bed, clutching his lower abdomen in agony. His usually bright eyes were bloodshot from the pain, and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. He hated this. He hated the way it hurt, the way it made him feel weak, the way it made him feel like a freak. No one knew about this, not even his two boyfriends, Felix and Changbin. They loved him, he knew they did, but they didn't know the secret he had been carrying around for years.

M/n was a female-to-male transgender, and he had gotten top surgery. It was supposed to make him feel more comfortable in his own skin, but it hadn't helped with the periods. They still came, still made him feel like shit, still reminded him of the life he had left behind. And now, as he lay there in pain, he couldn't help but wish that he could just get rid of them altogether.

His two boyfriends, Felix and Changbin, were both in the next room, talking in hushed tones. They had noticed something was wrong and had come to check on him. They were so sweet, so caring, but they didn't know the truth. They didn't know about his past. And he wasn't sure if he was ready to tell them yet.

M/n's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of their voices growing louder. They were coming into his room, concern etched on their faces. "Love, what's wrong?" Felix asked, kneeling beside the bed. Changbin moved to sit behind M/n, resting his hands on his shoulders.

M/n took a deep breath, trying to steel himself for their reactions. "I-I got my period," he stammered. "It hurts really bad." There, he'd said it. The words were out in the open now. He braced himself for their judgment, for them to tell him that they didn't want to be with him anymore.

But instead, Felix and Changbin's faces softened. They exchanged a look before turning back to M/n. "Oh, love," Felix breathed, reaching out to gently stroke his hair. "I'm so sorry. That must hurt so much." Changbin nodded in agreement, his expression full of sympathy. "We're here for you, no matter what."

M/n felt a lump form in his throat. He didn't expect them to react this way. They didn't seem disgusted or angry or disappointed. They just looked worried and concerned. A tiny, hopeful part of him began to wonder if maybe they could still love him, even with this secret.

"Here," Felix said, carefully taking M/n's hand and pressing something warm and soft into it. "It's a heating pad. It should help with the cramps." He reached over and placed another object on the bedside table. "And I brought you your favorite food and drink. You should eat something, love. It'll make you feel better."

M/n looked up at Felix, his eyes brimming with tears. "Thank you," he whispered. "You don't have to take care of me."

Felix smiled gently. "Yes, we do. We love you, and we want to make you feel better. Now, why don't you eat something, and I'll help you with the heating pad?"

M/n couldn't help but smile back, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Okay," he said, taking the food and drink from Felix. As he ate, the warmth from the heating pad began to seep into his lower abdomen, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. It felt so good to finally be comfortable.

Felix and Changbin continued to hover over him, making sure he was okay and offering words of encouragement. They told him that it was normal for trans men to still get periods, and that they would always love him no matter what. M/n couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. Maybe this wasn't the end, maybe they could still have a future together.

As the pain began to subside, M/n found himself growing more and more aware of the affection they were showing him. The way they looked at him with such love and understanding, the way they touched him so gently, it was all so overwhelmingly sweet. He couldn't help but feel grateful to have them in his life.

The afternoon passed slowly, with the three of them curled up on the bed, watching movies and sharing bites of food. It felt so nice to just be together, to not have to hide any part of himself from them. M/n couldn't help but marvel at how comfortable he felt with Felix and Changbin. They were the only ones who truly understood what he was going through, and they never once made him feel ashamed or alone.

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BODHI ! • HE/HIM ! • 19 !

male idol x male/gn reader content. ★

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requests are open ★

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i write for male and genderneutral readers only !! (including ftm reader.)

i will write poly one shots but please limit it to two idols x reader !!

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➡️ Title : The Missing Soulmate

➡️ Pairing : Idol!skz ot8 x F!reader

➡️ Genre : Romance, Fluff, Poly relationship, Soulmate au

➡️ Word count : 1.8k

➡️ Synopsis : You never believe in soulmate terms but when you reach 18 years old, you have soulmate mark. Stray Kids is the kpop idol group and they are looking for their last piece

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Part 2

All Stray Kids members gathered at the dining area, and the food was served to the soulmate by Minho and Chan because they were both the oldest in the group.

“Enjoy the food, boys,” Chan said, looking at the other members.

“Thank you for the food,” All of them say before starting to eat the food on the table. Jisung took a bite of steak while humming in satisfaction.

“This is what I’m looking for," He says, which causes a member to laugh at his cute antics.

“Are you guys ready for our concert and fan meet this weekend?” Chan asks them. The members gave Chan a perplexed expression.

“This weekend?” Jeongin inquired, and Chan nodded at his question.

“We will take a vacation following our concert and fan meet, so yes, our management said they will shift those events forward,” Chan informs them of the current circumstances.

“Then we can look for our soulmate after the concert and fan meet,” Felix reacted with a smile on his face.

“Yes, that’s right,” Jeongin joined Felix and said with a wide smile on their faces.

Everyone at the table exchanges glances with a happy expression plastered on their faces.

‘When will we meet?’ He has thoughts inside his head.

Hyunjin hummed a few songs while painting something on canvas in front of him, and he couldn’t contain his excitement when he realized that the group would do a concert and meet their fans this weekend as he continued to paint on his canvas. Hyunjin unintentionally caught sight of his soulmate’s mark, which had a rose-and-love mark on his arm. He stopped painting before setting down the paintbrush and touching the soulmate’s mark, which doesn't have any color yet on the mark, indicating he hasn’t found the person yet.

“Can we find you?” Hyunjin mumbles to himself as he eagerly gazes at the soulmate’s mark.

“Did you look for us too?” Hyunjin wonders and touches the mark until he doesn’t notice Minho observing him from the bedroom entrance.

“Are you thinking about our last soulmate?” Minho asked the taller male.

Hyunjin was kind of startled a little when he heard Minho’s voice from behind. Hyunjin turned his head to face one of his soulmates and saw Minho standing by the door of his room.

“Yeah,” Hyunjin said before going back to his painting.

Minho walked over to sit next to Hyunjin while stroking the same mark as Hyunjin on his arm.

“I get a little anxious sometimes just thinking about them.” Minho spoke to Hyunjin, it was surprising for Hyunjin to hear that from him.

“Why do you think like that, hyung?” Hyunjin retorted.

“What if our last soulmate didn’t want us?” Minho gave Hyunjin a direct look in the eyes when Hyunjin heard that. He let out a scowl.

“What do you mean by that?” Hyunjin asked while scowling at nothing.

“What if we searched for them but they weren’t interested in seeking us out? It’s been three years since we all first met but never found our last soulmate,” Minho says in a hushed voice. Hyunjin had never seen Minho look so dejected. Hyunjin gently massaged Minho’s palm while holding his hand.

“Hyung, don’t worry. If that’s true, we’ll make our last soulmate like and want us when we meet them,” Hyunjin coaxed the older male with a sweet voice.

“Thank you, Jinnie, for assured me,” Minho said, like when he was cooing at his cats.

Both of them laugh together at Minho’s antics.

“Why did you both squeal?” You asked your two friends.

You were reading a book on one of the benches in college when Hana and Ruka unexpectedly approached you while squealing. You stared at them with a surprised face.

“Y/N, do you know what?” Hana glances at you and nudges Ruka’s shoulder before gesturing for her to tell you something.

“This weekend, a concert and fan meet will be held by Stray Kids,” Ruka tells you with excitement on her face. They both receive a stoic expression from you.

“Huh!! Who is that?” You asked them in a perplexed manner.

Hana and Ruka blink repeatedly, their mouths gaping open in a shocked expression.

“You didn’t know them?” Hana has a disbelieving expression on her face.

“Should I know about them?” You look at them in the face.

Hana and Ruka exchanged glances before speaking once again.

“Okay, that’s fine,” They both said in unison.

“We have passed both their show and fan meet event, you need to come along with us,” Ruka continues while grinning.

Now it was your turn to have a gap in your mouth after hearing the news from Ruka.

“Are you serious with me? I’ve never met them.” The two best friends receive a glare from you.

“I don’t care, you have to come with us this Saturday and Sunday.” Hana grinned smugly at you, and you pouted.

“You’re lucky, I didn’t have any plans this weekend.” You remarks as you carry on reading back your book.

When they realize you didn’t reject their proposal. Ruka and Hana give each other high fives, and you smile secretly at your companions’ actions.

“Me too,” Felix said, supporting his twin.

“I couldn’t wait for tomorrow to meet our fans after a long time,” Jisung exclaims in delight.

“Let’s give the concert for tomorrow our best effort.” Changbin looks at his soulmates, who nod in agreement.

“I hope our last soulmate comes to our concert and fan meet,” Seungmin says with eager words.

“I have the feeling that we will meet our last soulmate at our concert and fan meet tomorrow,” Chan assures his other soulmates.

“Let’s prove to our last soulmate what we are capable of for tomorrow,” Hyunjin and Minho together yelled on top of their lungs.

The other members laughed in joy, eight of them talked about tomorrow's events.

At Jamsil Stadium, you and your two companions had already arrived. You look around and see a lot of people with their family or friends.

Tomorrow

“I swear to God! I’m really eager to meet them.” Hana and Ruka, fangirling between them, leave you alone with a deadpan face.

You merely yawn and give them a bored-looking stare.

“Why are we here so early? I assumed the show would begin at 8 o’clock.” You ask them.

“We’re in the VIP area, so we can watch them have rehearsals before the actual show,” Ruka explains to a bored-looking you.

“I believe we can enter inside already,” Hana exclaims.

As soon as the VIP gate opens, three of you queue to enter the stadium, and then each of you looks for their individual seats.

“Ahh.. we really are at the front seat and can see them from a better angle,” Ruka and Hana silently squealing from their seats.

You cast an astonished gaze around the stadium, and several minutes later, eight figures of men emerged from the backstage area. All fans began chanting vociferously, fans cheering, and the playing of Miroh song signaled the start of the practice. Bang Chan scans all around the stadium before his eyes settle on you. His and your hearts begin to beat rapidly as they stare into each other’s eyes.

‘Who is this man?’ You exclaimed inside your head.

‘Why did my heart beat so fast?’ Chan touched his heart while wondering, just like you inside his head.

When you notice you focused on his eyes too long, you move your eyes away from him, and when you take your eyes off from Chan’s eyes, the male feels a pit of disappointment. Chan is unsure of the source of his need to approach you when someone grabs his shoulder. Chan was startled out of his daydream, and he looked at Changbin, who was concernedly eyeing him. Chan grinned consolingly at Changbin. When Changbin is aware that Chan is fine, he appears more at ease. Without them knowing, Minho notices every single thing Chan and you do when you both make eye contact. Which makes him curious about the girl who has that kind of power over one of his soulmates.

‘Why do I keep thinking about her?’ Chan thinks.

Even after the rehearsal was over, Chan and the others gathered in their changing room, but his thoughts were still on the girl he saw, and he couldn't stop thinking about her.

‘Get your act together already, you already have soulmates on your own.’ Chan signed and closed his eyes.

‘Maybe her beauty or her eyes are all that make me in spellbound, I have to agree. She does have quite distinctive eyes, blue blended with purple, ohh... I wish she’s the one we’re looking for.’ Chan grinned to himself.

“Hyung, are you okay?” When Minho notices Chan continuing to smile at himself, he asks him.

“Ohhh... I’m okay.” Chan said before looking at Minho. Minho looks at Chan with raised brows.

“You keep on grinning to yourself,” Minho uttered what was on his mind.

“Nothing, you don’t need to worry about me,” Chan answers with a smile.

“Get ready, guys, you guys will go on stage in 10 more minutes.” One of the staff members told everyone.

They all nodded in agreement. Minho let this matter go and focused on the concert instead.

In a short while, the concert will begin. You look over to the side where Hana and Ruka are seated, they are both smiling while waiting for the concert to begin. You play on your phone for awhile. Fans begin to cheer loudly as soon as the concert begins, and you turn your attention to the performance. Jisung entered your seats in the middle of the concert, making your best friend yell in excitement. Jisung waved at them and shifted his attention to you. He stared into your eyes until he was frozen on his spot.

Before the concert started

YOU’RE EYES ARE SO PRETTY

Jisung mouthed at you, which made you flustered and shy at the same time. You bow your head as a gesture of gratitude, and you don’t dare look at him, so you look somewhere else. Jisung chuckled at your behavior and continued the concert like nothing happened, the concert came to an end, and Stray Kids got ready for the speech before ending the concert.

“Annyeonghaseyo, STAY,” Seungmin shouts at the crowd of fans.

“The concert is already coming to an end, but I already miss you guys.” Changbin gave his speech towards STAY.

“I hope you guys come to the fan meet tomorrow,” Chan adds as he and Jisung secretly observe you, and you just remain silent in your seat.

You were taken off guard by them, which caused you to become flustered once again. Stray Kids bid their fans a final farewell before returning to backstage. After the concert ended, you and others left the stadium with two of your best friends.

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minminyoonjii · 10 months

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Types Of Caregivers [OT8/Gender Neutral! Reader]

❤️Ultimate Masterlist

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🧡Stray Kids Scenarios Masterlist

🌹CW

Wholesome|Domestic Settings|Fluffy|Soft Reassurance Fic|Tooth Rotting Sweet

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.5K

Bang Chan [Title: Daddy]

He's father. He's strict, stern but dependable and comforting. He's the type of Cg! who would go through every single Caregiver/Little step-by-step before even starting with the relationship. "Little one, what did I say about leaving your toys everywhere, hm?" he said, raising his eyebrow. "I'm sorry, Daddy," you whined, digging your feet into the rug. Chan hummed, "I know, baby. Now, be a good little one and clean up after yourself, okay?" he says, kissing your forehead. You nodded, "Okay Daddy," you said, picking up your toys. "Aw, my sweet little one? Why are you crying? Tell Daddy what's wrong. You know you can always find me, yeah?" he whispers, rocking your sobbing figure. You sniffled, curling closer to Chan. "You're alright. It's safe baby, you're safe. No one is going to hurt you, not on my watch, yeah? Your daddy will protect you, that's a promise," he whispered, giving you a firm squeeze.

Lee Minho [Title: Mama]

Minho is the type of Cg! that finds joy in feeding you. He's also the Cg! who would bring up rules, punishments and rewards because he wants you to be safe. "Come down cupcake, I made your favourite breakfast!" he shouted from the bottom of the stairs. "Coming, Mama!" you shouted back, giggling. Minho chuckled, "Don't run down the stairs, watch your step," he said, watching you slow down and walk slowly. "That's my good cupcake," he cooed, cupping your cheeks. "Cupcake, you know what you've done wrong. Time out in the corner for 5 minutes, I'll put the timer right next to you so we don't accidentally forget. You can have your comfort plushie with you," he said, ruffling your hair. You sniffled, holding your plush close as you faced the wall. Minho frowned but he knew it was the right thing "Your Mommy made his famous brownies, you can have a few after your time out, okay?" he said, kissing your hair.

Seo Changbin [Title: Baba]

Changbin is that one Cg! that finds everything you do adorable and I mean everything. He's also the one that smothers you in cuddles no matter where you are. "Aigo, uri agi-ah so cute. Such a cute little menace," he cooed, carrying you away from Jisung's cowering figure. Jisung shuddered, "Hyung, they're holding Ikon's lightstick," he said, pointing at the bat. Changbin chuckled, "And they look absolutely precious," he said, taking the lightstick away from your grip. You whined but allowed it to get taken away "You're no fun, Baba," you mumbled, nuzzling his neck. Changbin smiled, "I know, agi," he said, kissing your cheek. "C'mere agi," he gruffed, pulling you close to his chest. "Hyung, they're eating," Jeongin said, holding a spoonful of porridge. "I know but look how puffy their cheeks become, I can't help it," Changbin chuckled, smothering your face in kisses. You whined, trying to squirm out of his hold to no avail. "You're stuck with me forever, agi-ah," he said, grinning at your squirms. "Mama!" you shouted and instantly Changbin released his hold.

Hwang Hyunjin [Title: Papa]

Hyunjin will be that Cg! that encourages any type of art you do. You're his little highness and he'll make sure it's known. Hyunjin gasped, "Oh my god, what's that lovely?" he asked, squatting next to you. "Tis a bird, papa," you said, showing him a picture covered in sparkly beads. Hyunjin chuckles "Wow! You're such a precious little artist, aren't you?" he said, rubbing your back. You nodded, wiggling happily "Is artist," you said, holding your picture close. Hyunjin chuckled, "The cutest little artist," he said, kissing your nose. "Spin for me, lovely," he said, watching you twirl in your puffy dress/slick suit. "I'm royalty!" you squealed, eyes sparkling at the gems glowing under the sunlight. Hyunjin lifted you up, "That's right, love. Our little highness," he cooed. You giggled, nuzzling your cheek against his. Hyunjin gasped, "Our highness nuzzled me, I'm so honoured," he said, rubbing his cheek on your skin. You laughed, squirming in his arms "Papa so silly," you said, placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek. Hyunjin smiled softly, "Only to you, lovely. Only to you," he said, holding you close.

Han Jisung [Title: Appa]

Playful Cg! Number One. Whatever game you have in mind, Jisung would be the one who makes it real. He's also dependable like Chan but in his own empathetic way. "Slow down, sweetheart," he chuckled, catching his breath. You giggled, "Hurry up, Appa. The lava is already rising," you squealed, curling up on the kitchen counter. Jisung screamed dramatically "Live on without me," he rasped, melting on the floor. You looked down, waving an invisible flag "You will be missed, Appa," you said, wiping your faux tears, Hyunjin gave Jisung a dirty look, sipping his coffee "It's too early for this," he mumbled, drawing giggles from you. Jisung noticed you sitting quietly at the corner of the sofa, "What's wrong, sweetheart?" he whispered, not sitting too close to you. You whined, rubbing your arms "Too much, Appa. Tis too much," you sniffled, feeling oversensory in your own clothes. Jisung frowned, "Can Appa carry you upstairs, sweetheart? Let Appa help you not feel icky anymore, hm?" he proposed, waiting for your response. "Yes please," you sniffled, curling up into his hold.

Lee Felix [Title: Mommy]

If you have anything you're not sure about yourself, Felix is that Cg! who'd reassure you. He's just a big sunshine to your little sunshine. "Mommy, am I pretty?" you whispered, cuddling closer to Felix. "Of course, you're pretty, sunshine. You're our gorgeous little one," Felix whispered back, kissing your hair. "Are the thoughts back, sunshine?" he asked, stroking your cheek. You nodded, leaning into his palm "I'm sorry, Mommy," you frowned, staring up at him. Felix's heart broke "Aww, sunbeam, don't be sorry, yeah? There's nothing to be sorry about. It's not your fault, none of it is, okay? Do you understand that?" he asked, tightening his hold around you. Felix grunted in surprise, wrapping his arms around your waist "What's got you so excited, sunshine?" he chuckled as you plopped on him. You smiled, "Mommy if I'm sunshine. What's Mommy?" you asked, tilting your head. Felix cooed, "Well you're my little sunshine, my sunbeam and I'm your big sunshine," he said, rubbing your hands. You furrowed your eyebrows, "What's the difference?" you asked, poking his palm. Felix chuckled, "Just think of me as a big blanket of warmth. You can come to me whenever your little light gets dampened," he explained, pressing his forehead against yours.

Kim Seungmin [Title: Dada]

Playful Cg! Number Two. Seungmin is protective. The chances of him punching someone in the jaw if they look at you wrong are decently high. He's also mean. He likes seeing you get mad, he finds it adorable. Seungmin wrapped his arm around you, "Stay close to me, munchkin," he said, side-eyeing the person staring at you. "Is something wrong, Dada?" you asked, holding your plush to your chest. Seungmin smiled, kissing your forehead, "Nothing is wrong, munchkin. Just wanted you close," he said, glaring at the person. You raised an eyebrow but nuzzled into his warmth. Seungmin chuckled, kissing the top of your head "Good munchkin," he mumbled. "Dada, give it back!" you whined, reaching for your plush. "It needs a wash, munchkin. Look at it, when was the last time it got washed?" Seungmin asked, bringing it to the washing machine. You puffed your cheeks, glaring at him "Dada, it's clean," you whined. Seungmin chuckled, pinching your cheek "It will be after being washed," he said, ruffling your hair. You crossed your arms, curling up against the sofa "Dada's a meanie, big meanie," you grumbled, furrowing your eyebrows. Seungmin smirked, rubbing between your eyebrows "Don't do that, munchkin. You're going to get wrinkles," he teased. Your eyes widened, "Daddy!" you yelled. "Seungmin!" Chan's voice boomed within the house.

Yang Jeongin [Title: Ninnin]

Playful Cg! Number Three. He's very good at taking care of you in baby space. The only person in the house that Chan, Minho and Changbin would trust to take care of you when they weren't home. "Innie, your little angel is here," Changbin cooed, rubbing your back. "Ninnin!" you squealed, reaching out to him. Jeongin chuckled, taking you from Changbin's arms "Hello, angel," he said, rubbing your stomach. "She's tethering between younger toddler and baby, be sure to be prepared for both, Iyen-ah," Minho said, handing Jeongin your baby bag. Jeongin nuzzled his face into your tummy, blowing raspberries "Got it, hyung," he said, kissing your nose. Your giggles echoed within the room, wiggling happily in Jeongin's hold. Chan chuckled, kissing Jeongin's forehead "We're not going to take long, prince. We'll be back before noon," he said, ruffling Jeongin's hair. You babbled, drooling around your teether. Jeongin cooed, wiping it away "Ah huh, and then what happened?" he asked, engaging with your babbles. You giggled, wiggling with your plush on your lap. Jeongin chuckled, nodding your head "What's got you all giggly, hm?" he asked, taking out your sippy cup. You chewed on the nib of the sippy cup, humming happily. Jeongin smiled, kissing your nose "You're so precious, angel," he whispered, stroking your cheek.

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b4tracha · 7 months

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Dom Stray Kids x Sub!M!Reader

I think they would want something to represent their ownership over you. For public wear, I could see them buying you a custom choker to go with your outfits. Or even a necklace, so people wouldn't raise questions.

At home, they go all out. You have a collar with 'SKZ' engraved in it. It's tight yet comfortable. It keeps you grounded when you start floating during the scene. Sometimes they snap a leash on the collar and make you walk around like their personal pet. You can be whatever they like if they ask it.

If you need a key for the collar, you can always find it around chans neck dangling as he's fucking in you. Sometimes, he just makes you want to bite it.

But maybe someone will come and fill your mouth with something else..

#stray kids #skz #bang chan #stray kids x male reader #han jisung #changbin #hyunjin #lee felix #lee know #poly!skz #kim seungmim #yang jeongin #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #skz smut #dom!skz

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ppoppokari · 7 months

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stray kids masterlist

Guide: (f)- fluff, (a)- angst, (au)- alternate universe, (s)- smut (p)- poly, (f x r)- fem reader, (m x r)- male reader, (gn x r)- gender neutral reader

~headcanons/ reactions~

freckles & kkami's dad~ dating hyunlix (f) (s) (p) (gn x r)

when peter met rhino~ dating minsung (f) (s) (p) (gn x r)

angel baby~ hyunlix as parents (f) (p) (gn x r)

puppy love~ seungmin as a dad (f) (f x r)

~chan~

nothing yet

~minho~

bubble pop!!! (s) (f x r)

~changbin~

nothing yet

~hyunjin~

nothing yet

~jisung~

nothing yet

~felix~

nothing yet

~seungmin~

nothing yet

~jeongin~

nothing yet

#kpop masterlist #skz x reader #skz oneshots #skz masterlist #skz fluff #skz smut #skz angst #kpop fanfiction

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sorikkung · 4 months

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what goes on in neverland. ⇝ ch. 7: fighting, flighting, and so many feelings

word count: 16k

pairings: transmasc!reader x Everyone, everyone x everyone (skz, tbz and atz, check masterlist for more details)

genre: e2l, f2l, smut, fluff and lots of assorted shenanigans. hijinks, if you will

au: battle of the bands!au but make it gay and horny

warnings: extremely dubiously consensual voyeurism, humiliation kink, very brief hyung/oppa kink, feminisation kink, breeding kink but probably not in the way that you think.

a/n: just a reminder that these characters aren't meant to be super great people. they're a little fucked on purpose. also, not proofread at all, not even once, just needed it done. full a/n at the end. glad to be back! c:

tags: @honeybyunnies @syunderful @absentcaryatid @mingirn (lmk if you want to be added/removed!)

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“Do it again.”

This is starting to feel a little like déjà vu.

“I did it perfectly that time, what are you talking about—”

“Just do it again!” Eric snaps, pressing play on the music and not giving you much of a choice. As you go through the complex part of the routine he had given you, he barks orders to your other bandmates getting distracted behind you. “You guys should be practicing too! You have all of night time and every other day to make out, can you not focus on practice now that it matters more than ever?”

The air inside feels stuffy with all the sweat and exertion, but god forbid this man gives anyone a break. How his own body managed to keep up with the strain he’s putting it and all of yours through is far beyond your comprehension. You contemplate if he’d be able to keep going after you throw a large rock at him.

“Eric,” Kevin whines, leaning on his knees to catch his breath and wiping the sweat from his brow as Eric tries to pull the two boyfriends off each other. “Can’t you take it a little easy on us? Not all of us are used to dancing for hours and hours on end, or even dancing at all. At least let us have breaks when you’re focusing on someone else. Which you’re not even doing! Look, he just did it again!”

You ponder the type of rock you should throw at him. Maybe pelting him with tiny pebbles would be even more of an annoyance. Maybe you should stick to a big one and go straight for the bruises on his legs that still linger from how hard he went and continues to go on the pole.

Eric whips around to look at you in your ending pose, and twirls his finger at you in a motion to repeat. “Do it again, I didn’t see it.”

Or, maybe you’ll just find the heaviest rock you can find and drop it on his head. Hopefully the worst it’ll do is a mild concussion.

“Yeah, cause you’re too busy being a dick to everyone!” you quip at him, eyes flaring. “Eric, we gave you this position because we wanted to show you we’re still taking the competition seriously and that we still value your opinion and trust in your leadership, not for you to walk all over us and push us too hard because you’re still salty that we fucked the guys making you insecure! Get over yourself! If you want to take this stage sooo seriously, maybe take into consideration the physical state of your team! We’re all about to collapse!”

“For someone who trusts in my leadership, you sure aren’t following it all that well,” he grumbles in response, rewinding the track. “One more time, just you. Or do they not train you hard enough at the Prism?”

You roll your eyes at the fucking audacity, because that is not even remotely the same and he knows it. “No, because they’re more concerned about our sex appeal than our pole technique, Wooyoung and I train ourselves to have fun — you should try it sometime!”

He doesn’t grace that with a response, turning the song on again, and you decide to cooperate only to throw all your remaining energy into the routine, making it as extra as you can muster — facial expressions, powerful moves, dramatically thrusting your whole body into it like it was the actual stage, so there’d be absolutely no way Eric could nitpick on you any more.

Or so you thought.

“You overdid it.”

“Get fucked, Eric!”

You straight up scream in his face, pushed far past your limit and sick of his shit. You have been trying so hard for him. All for him. You made sure he was okay with it before even signing up for the competition, you trained him in pole and choreographed him a role routine and night at your job just so he could impress them, you fucked his ex with him just so he could prove a point, you got thrown over a table for it and continued defending his honour and all you get in repayment is him being a total asswipe because he can’t handle what you do with your spare time.

“Are you fucking serious right now—“

“Alright, enough!” Sunwoo bellows, loud enough to make poor San flinch, stepping between you and grabbing each of you by the collar. “Either make out and make up, or fuck off till you calm down. I’ve just about had it with all the arguing and bossing around. We’re all taking a break and I am not taking no for an answer!”

Sunwoo is the type to get fired up just as easily as Eric is, if not more, so you all know how to handle him when he gets set off; but there’s something different this time. His tone cements the decision as final, and Eric must feel it too because he finally stops arguing and storms off.

The rest of you watch him leave, and as soon as he’s out the door, you all slump in relief to the floor. It’s done. Day one of Eric’s Nightmare Bootcamp is finally done.

“Fucking finally,” Sunwoo mutters, lying still for a moment before being the first to get up and start collecting his things. “My entire body aches. Apparently this place has hot springs? I think I’ll go check them out.”

“I’m way too hot and sweaty for that,” you sigh as the others start getting up to join him, “Lowkey tempted to take an ice bath instead. Or go chill in the lake, or something.”

“I’ll join you,” San pipes up, hanging the sweaty towel he was using to wipe his face around the back of his neck. “The lake sounds great right now.”

Sunwoo shrugs. “Suit yourself.”

It was Eric’ idea to put the camp in boot camp, bringing up his extended family's holiday house in the woods that only ever gets used twice a year. It’s a ridiculous waste of money and housing as far as any of you are concerned, but at least Eric was smart enough to mould himself a spare key before he went no-contact with them. Granted, he then immediately lost said key while moving apartments, but as soon as you brought up the idea of a boot camp he turned the whole damn apartment upside down searching for it, only to realise it had been hot-glued to his battle jacket this whole time as a decoration along with other spare keys you had gathered for diy purposes.

The place is nice, awfully scenic – not quite mountainous, but hilly enough for the cliff the lodge is on to make for a gorgeous view overlooking the lake, estuary and ocean — secluded, and cosy. Now that Eric actually has a key to the place, next time you come here you hope it’s on calmer terms, with more time to check out all the hike trails and rock pools by the beach, but for today, aimlessly floating in a lake to sooth your sore muscles sounds perfectly ideal.

San’s bare ass is a pretty welcome sight, too.

“A cheeky skinny dip, huh?” you muse aloud, “Have fun getting whatever bacteria this lake has to offer, I’m keeping my jocks on.”

“Oh please, like that’d help that much.”

“It literally would though, that’s a whole additional barrier!”

“It’s still gonna soak through though, so if it’s in the water, you’re fucked.”

“Is that why you want me naked so bad? So I can be fucked?” you tease, wading into the water with him – still slightly warm from the daylight, but no doubt quickly cooling with the setting of the sun in the horizon.

San shrugs cheekily, submerged up to his shoulders in the murky depths, ducking under the water to drench himself entirely then dramatically flip his hair back upon breaching the surface. “Maybe.”

“Horny bastard,” you huff, splashing him in the face and making him cough and splutter, only for him to splash you back twice as hard. “Pffuah— stop, stop! I’ll stop, I’m too tired for a splash fight.”

“Okay, okay,” San hums, relenting his assault to come up behind you and wrap his arms around you instead. You sigh and lean into his gentle embrace. “I was joking, anyway. I’m way too tired and sore to be doing any fucking right now.”

So are you. The more you think about it, the less the thought of getting it on seemed appealing, the ache in your muscles dragging you down like lead. The cold water was nice, though, and the reprieve of San’s warm body amongst it even nicer, so you just stay there for a whole, tucked under his chin and listening to the steady beating of his heart.

It’s exactly what you needed after such a long day. Probably what San needed too, if the way he sighs in relief into your hair is any indicator, then presses a kiss atop your head. “This is kinda romantic, isn’t it?”

“Romantic?” His tone is playful, but the conversation you had with Sunwoo still lingers on your mind. You find yourself at a loss for words. “What about it?”

San leans down to rest his chin on your shoulder and press a kiss there, invoking a shiver. It has little to do with the temperature. “The scenery, for one. This lake is beautiful. The sunset. Holding you like this. Is it not nice?”

You blink twice, trying to process what this man is saying to you. Does he mean romantic as in nice? An interesting choice of wording, that’s for sure – but maybe you’re overthinking it. You’re probably overthinking it. You’re definitely overthinking it. Had Sunwoo not said anything, you probably wouldn’t have thought twice about him saying that. Saying it so seriously, even. Though the initial question did sound like a bit of a joke, so he’s probably joking. Or something.

“No?”

You snap out of your thoughts to reply to him. “No, it is nice— it’s really nice. Just what I needed after all of... y’know.”

“After all of Eric’s bullshit?” he suggests helpfully, and you don’t need to see his little cat-like grin to know it’s there.

“You said it, not me.”

He laughs, placing his hands on your shoulders and twisting you around to face him. You don’t know how he manages to smile so blindingly after the hell he has been through today, especially as one of the few band members who had no background dancing, but he gave it his all. You admire that about him, how he’s so hard-working and so soft-hearted but in a way that he needs to be tough to be; the fact that he always remains soft under the pressure of the world trying to harden him, is toughness in its own right. A fuzzy feeling sprouts in your chest, such deep fondness, and it’s enough to ease a bit of the lingering tension. He leans in for a kiss, not quite a quick peck but nothing deeper; just a kiss for the sake of a kiss, one that lingers, then he pulls you back into his arms and pushes your face into his neck.

San’s always been like this, so it really shouldn’t be as flustering as it is. After all, he’s the reason your band started being as touchy with each other as they are now – from kissing the homies goodnight. He’s just overly affectionate like that. Has his heart always beat this fast when you did, though?

Has yours?

You wonder if he can hear it.

You think about how easy it would be to tell him you love him right now. The words could just roll off your tongue; I love you. Things wouldn’t have to change. San would probably just be happy to hear it, say it back, and kiss you breathless. Yet, something about that thought makes your words get caught in your throat. It would be so simple. Too simple, even, because what would he mean, when he says it back? What would you mean?

“Do you want us to be more than friends?”

San’s skin feels even hotter to touch, or maybe that’s just you. He quirks a brow at you when you pull away from him, lips drawn into a slight pout, and it makes you feel like eating sandpaper, so you pull him back in and bury your face in his broad chest once more. You have always been weak for San’s pout, even if you’re the one making him do it on purpose because it’s just so cute. You know Wooyoung does it for the same reason, he’s said so, and you never miss the way his eyes crinkle with glee when it works. For Wooyoung, bothering his loved ones is his life’s greatest joy, and there’s nothing quite like the glow of a man in his element. You can picture him smiling at San like that right now, calling him a baby and calling you whipped.

“Do you want to date us? Be romantic with us, tell us those three words you’ve been too scared to say for too long, take us on dates that are explicitly dates, call us yours? Is that what you want?”

You kiss him, and nothing more, over and over again, until you finally stop thinking. He picks you up for your legs to wrap around his waist, weight supported by the water around you. He doesn’t ask questions nor complain, only pulling you in closer, and when you feel him harden against you, there’s no pressure to address it.

When that only makes each kiss feel even more intimate somehow, it starts to dawn on the edges of your mind that you may be well and truly fucked.

After three days of more torture, you have just about reached your limit. You thought Eric would have calmed down after the initial fight, but it seemed to instead just put him on edge the whole time – you and the others quickly realise he is not about to pull that stick out of his ass until you get that win against Stray Kids, and if the next round is still in another three days, then to hell with all of you in the meantime.

Usually, you would just fuck it out. Shockingly, having an outlet for all the pent-up frustration does wonders for trying to sort out problems, but you can tell it’s different this time; even if Eric did let you sleep with him, you aren’t entirely sure he would calm down completely. Still, selfishly enough, you could do with it for the release on your end, as your other physical outlet being dance is no longer cathartic when it’s the cause of half your frustration.

At this point you would have just grabbed one of the other members after practice, but morale is at an all-time low and everyone just seems tired. Eric has always been the energizer of the group, and you realise just how much you all relied on him now that he’s no longer filling that role. Even Wooyoung and Sunwoo’s attempts at joking around and lightening the mood have been falling a little flat, and you can see the toll it’s taking on them too. Tension lingers in the air even when you are not fighting, and as nice as the view of the Sohn’s lakeview lodge is, all you’ve wanted to do since you’ve arrived is get out.

The reception isn’t the best out in the woods, so you find yourself climbing one of the tall, sturdy trees by the lodge to see who you can call. Not necessarily for a booty call, maybe sort of a booty call, but more importantly just someone to talk to who isn’t your band; though you quickly realise how few people you actually talk to outside of your band. Most are friends or acquaintances from within the industry, and the last thing you need right now is to spread gossip about your own band to the event organisers, or worse, your competitors – but as you scroll through your messages, something about the latter sticks out to you.

You call Lino.

The idea is not your best one, you have to admit, but you’re definitely intrigued to find out what kind of metaphorical ditch you will wind up waking up in by doing this. Your last interactions with Lino made it very clear the way he operates – it’s a trade-off. He is not beyond gossiping about his own team, so if you pry well enough, you can get something juicy – the caveat being, he remembers everything you say as well, and will use it against you. Which only makes this idea even worse the more you think about it, since it would not take much for him to smell blood in the water and something like a fight among your band would be far too easy to prey on, but you already pressed call.

You are not exactly known for your good life decisions.

“Hello?”

The voice that picks up is already a lot warmer and richer than Lino’s light and airy voice, which raises every alarm all at once, but it’s definitely not a recognisable enough voice to match a face to. One of the other lost kids, that much you can tell, but that’s it.

“He…llo? This isn’t Lino.”

A laugh filters through the receiver. “No, it’s not. I stole his phone and he still hasn’t noticed yet.”

Whoever this is, you like him already, you decide. That’s the kind of mischief you can get behind.

“Wow. And who might this be? Another stray kid?”

A tongue click. “That’s right. Makes me wonder why my beloved hyung is getting a call from the enemy.”

The reference to you as an enemy has you not knowing how to feel about it. The same term has left your lips about them on more than one occasion, but perhaps part of you has always been aware of how one-sided your feud with them really is, though, you suppose with your tendency to meddle and pick fights, that’s been quickly fixing itself. You can acknowledge you have been creating drama, but to hell with it, you think. You’ve meant every damn word you’ve said this whole time.

“Heh. Well that’s for me to know and you to wonder, hmm? What makes you think I’d tell you? I don’t even know who you are.”

You hear the ping of him turning his camera on, and pull your phone back from your ear to see a familiar enough face staring back at you. Now the fact that you didn’t recognise him from his voice alone is almost embarrassing – that rich baritone carries their songs, and you’ve done enough internet stalking all of them to know the rest by face now.

“Ah. You’re Seungmin, right?” You switch on your own camera and fix your hair in a way you hope seems nonchalant, but you know it’s a poor attempt to hide the absolute wreck you must look like right now, covered in sweat and hair sticking out in every which direction. “I don’t think we’ve ever actually talked.”

“No, you’ve been a bit too busy digging into my bandmates– are you in a fucking tree?”

You instinctively glance behind you, as if not expecting a tree to be there, when you are, in fact, quite literally, sitting in a tree. The movement is so fast you wobble a bit on the branch you perched on, but it holds steady, and you regain your balance quick enough.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I’m in a tree. Long story.”

“I got time.” Seungmin’s expression remains unreadable as he pulls the strings of his hoodie and flops backward onto presumably his bed, possibly Lino’s or god knows who else’s, and gets comfortable. “Why you in a tree?”

“Why do you care? I called Lino, not you.”

He rolls his eyes, then flicks the phone camera loud enough to make an audible thwack as if he just flicked your forehead. “No shit you called Lino, this is his phone. But I’m bored, a little nosy, and a shockingly good listener, so I’ve been told, so indulge me a little. If you’re not going to tell me why you called Lino, at least tell me why you’re in a tree, I’m curious now.”

“You’re more interested as to why I’m in a tree than to why I called Lino?”

“Mmm, maybe equally as interested. I just figure you wouldn’t tell me why you called Lino even if I did pry, but I’m gonna just assume it’s a booty call.”

You snort. He’s a little more right than you want him to be, but you don’t know if you want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that yet.

“Well, the short version is that the reception out here is dogshit, so I climbed a tree.” You flip the camera and show him how high up you are, and nearly drop the damn thing however many feet below to a tragic death among the pinecones.

“Woah, nice view!” You flip the camera back around to your face to grin a little smugly. “Surely you don’t live out there in the woods, do you?”

“Ah, no, just out here for, uh… boot camp. Decided we needed to start taking practice more seriously since we have some actual competition this year, so we took the week off work and fucked off to one of the guys’ holiday homes.” You deliberately leave out the part where it’s kind of sort of technically trespassing, despite how curious you are to hear his reaction to it. “Hence. Tree.”

Seungmin nods along, cutely playing with the hoodie drawstrings and pulling them up past his chin with the hand not holding his phone. You’d think he was on FaceTime with someone a lot closer than a near stranger, but you suppose his cute charms just come naturally to him. “Damn, respect. We’ve more or less been doing the same this whole time, but more of us are unemployed than not, so, at least we don’t need to worry too much about taking time off work. Well, in Innie and I’s cases it’s taking time off classes, but, he barely shows up to classes anymore anyway.”

“Y’all studying?” Now that you think about it, you don’t know much about the group’s personal lives beyond Felix and Chan – Felix, obviously from knowing him through Eric since he was still doing his tattoo apprenticeship, and Chan’s digital presence informed you he did music full-time, selling the beats he doesn’t use himself. You remember their friend Jisung being a DJ at parties, and saw him doing music online as well, Changbin too but with less of a presence – but none of them were big enough to explain the ridiculous budget Stray Kids stages have been having. Either the few employed members are raking in dough, or someone comes from money, and you bet your meagre savings on the latter.

“Yeah, I’m studying music, vocals mostly. Also composing, music industry, music history, photography and videography, and Japanese as an elective ‘cause it’s fun.”

“Jesus,” you exhale, “That’s… a lot.”

He chuckles, pulling his hoodie back down to hide his face less. Even in its entirety, you can’t read any of it. “Yeah, it’s good fun.”

You expect him to elaborate on that more, but he doesn’t, making you crinkle your nose. “What about the others? You all students or?”

Seungmin shakes his head. “Nah, just me and Innie, he’s also studying music performance. The rachas – our production line, that is, Chan, Changbin, and Hannie – they all do music pretty much full-time, except Changbin who is also a part-timer at a gym. Personal trainer. Lino’s a viral sensation on YouTube for making cat videos, it’s shockingly enough to pay rent. I’m sure you already know what Lix does, and Hyunjin, well, apparently you know about that too.”

You snicker. “Funnily enough, we found out that one completely on accident.”

“You’d have had to,” Seungmin says slowly with a knowing grin, “We make sure to keep those profiles completely separate.”

Whatever other sentences your mind tried to come up with quickly fizzle out as you process his choice of wording.

“We?”

He laughs, light and melodic, and his face shines with such cutesy innocence you are shocked to hear him allude to engaging in creating such content. “Yeah, we. How do you think he sets up the camera and everything while tied up like that?”

Your eyebrows shoot up at the realisation that Seungmin was the rigger from the one stream you caught, and remembering how intricate the ropework was, you find a sudden deep respect for him blooming as a craftsman.

“Wait, you’re his rigger?”

“I’m his boyfriend, but yeah, his rigger too. So, sorry if I piss you off at the competition and you can’t suck my dick about it, it’s a real tragedy.”

He practically just handed you a formal invitation to think about his dick, so you rip it out of his hands with a sly smirk. “Aw, why not? That’s never stopped Mingi or Wooyoung. You could tie me up all pretty, too.”

Not that it’s a particularly good idea to let a practical stranger tie you up in a full-body rope harness, but you don’t expect him to actually get to that point, more so just teasing the idea. While you definitely expected some sort of reaction, the quirk of his brow and beat of silence is certainly more than you bargained for.

“Y’know, I’m starting to wonder if at this point you just want the whole band as notches on your belt.”

Were you anyone else, that might have even stung, but you shrug it off in earnest.

“Maybe I do. But truthfully, it’s like, ninety-percent more to do with the fact that each and every one of you are smoking hot. Like, I may be cocky and hypersexual, but even I have standards, and you all more than exceed them, so sue me for shooting my shot.”

His eyes widen slightly at that, and you wonder if he doesn’t get told how good looking he is that often. Granted, his face is a lot softer and sweeter compared to the more visually striking faces of his bandmates, but he’s still incredibly handsome by every means of the word. The likelihood of your assumption quickly decreases when he follows it up.

“I can respect that. I am quite a catch, aren’t I?”

You snort, not prepared for his response. “Yeah, I’d say so. So, if you and your prettyboy boyfriend are ever looking to spice things up, feel free to call. On or off camera.”

“Damn, you’re bold.” He chuckles again in what seems to be mild disbelief, to which, he really should have known better, but you suppose you can let it slide on the account that he’s never interacted with you personally until now. “I’ve haven’t had that conversation with him yet, but don’t get your hopes up. He’s quite the possessive type.”

The dopey smile and fond tilt of his head when he says that tells you that he doesn’t really mind that one bit.

“Aw, shame. I was already thinking about all the fun we could get up to together!”

It’s not as sarcastic as you make it sound with your sing-song tone; having already wanted to give Hyunjin hell since that first stream, and almost but not quite regrettably, more after, the thought of teaming up with someone as seemingly sly as Seungmin, to do a number on him was beyond appealing, but you suppose you can’t always win them all. It’s only then what a relevant thought hits you.

“Wait, but what about him and San?”

“Ah.” He at least doesn’t seem surprised to hear about it, so you’re glad you at least didn’t just throw San under the bus with that one. “Hence the yet on the conversation. I don’t know. We were all arguing, tensions were high, he and San grabbed each other by the shirt, he looked at me before he kissed San and right after, too. It felt like he was asking for permission, so I just… I don’t know. It’s not something I’d really thought much about till then, but I was curious. I can’t say it felt right, but I kind of just wanted to watch and see what happened anyway? I probably should have said something to stop them, but I just shrugged and nodded at him, let him decide if he wants to do that. Think I was angrier about it than I thought I was, but with everything going on I couldn’t really isolate that feeling yet. So I just kept arguing.”

At the mention of all the arguing, you’re coldly reminded that the very man you are talking to, probably said some really nasty things about you and the people you care most about, but you shove that aside for now. As aggressive as you tend to be, the long week prior just has you tired of arguing with just about fucking everyone, and you don’t know if you like that that says about you.

As if the situation between the bands couldn’t get any messier, yet more relationships get tangled in the web of drama. You always wonder why people cling so hard to the concept of monogamy when another alternative presents itself, but you suppose it’s easier to avoid the work it takes to communicate with people that much when you can just expect someone to avoid making you feel bad by default. At least this time you aren’t the one at the centre of it, but either way you can’t take all the blame when it takes two to tango in the first place.

“Oh jeez, that’s messy. And you haven’t talked about it at all? It’s been days, dude, why not?”

“Why do you care?” he huffs with a laugh, dryly throwing your own words back at you.

“I’m bored, nosy, and a shockingly good listener,” you retort right back at him. “Indulge me a little, sticking my nose into other people’s drama is a great distraction from my own. Plus, an outsider’s perspective might even be useful, who knows?”

Seungmin’s lips flatten into a line, staring up at the ceiling past the camera and debating it internally before rolling onto his side with a sigh. He looks so cozy, wrapped up in his hoodie and now snuggled up to a big fluffy pillow he rests on, his other hand propping up his phone to give you the perspective of two close friends talking at a sleepover, and not rival strangers, just one of which sitting atop a random ass tree.

“I feel like I’ll regret this, but, well, suppose you’re the only one I can talk to who doesn’t know either of us well enough to be biased, so… sure. Though there’s not much to be biased about actually. I don’t think. Basically he just… I thought he was gonna talk about it afterward, but instead he just ended up getting noticeably more possessive… like, needs to be clinging to me at all times, glaring at everyone else who tries, referring to me as his boyfriend more than usual. I’m not sure what’s up with that, since he’s the one who slept with San, but we’ve been too busy and stressed with practice to really have a chance to talk about it yet.”

“Ah.” You nod along, figuring that they must be taking the competition just as serious as your band is to come up with such show-stopping stages, so you relate to the stress that would probably make it a bad time to have such a conversation. “That’s rough. How do you feel about it all, though?”

Seungmin has to stop and think about it for a moment, shoving his face deeper into his fluffy pillow and looking down at the sheets instead of his phone screen. “I… I think I’m more upset that he’s acting so strangely about it than the fact that he did it in the first place. Makes it look like he feels guilty about doing it and is tryna be extra possessive to make up for it, or something, which… means he must’ve felt like he was doing something wrong when he did it. I don’t think it’s technically cheating, because he did pause to check in with me and he wasn’t trying to hide anything, but… we probably should’ve actually talked about it first.”

“Yeah, you can say that part again,” you huff. “Shockingly, sitting down and talking about your issues tends to solve them. Most of the time.”

He seems to be able to read through your tight-lipped expression, looking back up at the camera again.

“Something tells me the drama you’re distracting yourself from with mine, wasn’t solved that easily.”

“Yeah, well.” You pause, trying to think of how much you would be willing to share with the other team, considering you have no idea if Seungmin is the type to run his mouth or not. “It… yeah. Not that easy this time, unfortunately. Our plan B – or, plan A, sometimes, honestly – is usually to just. Fuck out all our emotions then talk about it calmly. But this time the hurt person decided to revoke that, well, technically he said he wouldn’t bottom for us anymore so maybe that still is on the table, but it just feels different. I don’t think he wants to go about it like that this time, and our other attempt didn’t work either and just made us even more tired and wired and I’m reaching my limit with these guys. Probably would do me some good to take a drive back into town, but I’m not sure what I’d do there. Work a shift at the Prism, maybe try go home with a stranger? I dunno. I’m not as keen on hooking up with strangers anymore, they don’t always like the same things I like and usually aren’t as down to sit down and talk about it beforehand so its just mid. But my other physical outlet has always been dancing, which, is all I’ve been doing lately and half of why I’m so frustrated.”

He nods along much like you did, humming at certain points to indicate his attention. “Right. So you just want an outlet for all that frustration, huh?”

“Basically. Or maybe just a break. Who knows.”

“I like boxing as an outlet,” he suggests helpfully, “Helps to print out the face of whoever you’re pissed at on a punching bag.”

“Ooh, that sounds good,” you hum, already thinking of which photo of Eric you should print out. You aren’t sure if Seungmin is extending an invitation or not, but either way it’s a good suggestion. You decide to throw out a line, just in case, and see what he does. “Doesn’t punching something over and over get kinda boring, though? Suppose that’s what you get a sparring partner for though.”

“Does fucking someone over and over get boring?” He asks cheekily, and you certainly were not ready for that response, so you splutter.

“Does- no, of course it doesn’t get boring. Not when your partners are hot and good at what they’re doing and – lets just say, we spice things up enough to keep things exciting.”

“Like what, jacking off to Hyunjin’s streams?”

“I guess, yeah. Among more exciting things. You’re not the only rigger around, y’know.”

Seungmin smiles and runs a hand through his hair, exposing his forehead more, which frames his features a lot differently; you start to get a glimpse of what you think Hyunjin sees before his streams in the was he grins so deviously at you. “Are you trying to one-up me?”

“In what, being a kinky freak?” you snort, not really seeing how even this is meant to be a competition, even if it did, admittedly, kind of feel like it. Just talking to any of the Stray Kids at all seems to draw out your competitive streak. “I mean, I reckon I’d have a fair run at topping it, but I’m not gonna pretend I’m the kinkiest degenerate in town. That’s Wooyoung for sure.”

He laughs and it’s shockingly melodic, which is a little unfair to all the people who laugh like they’re dying. “Really? Now that’s be interesting, who has the more questionable Pornhub search history, Wooyoung or Hannie…”

“Wow, way to rat out your own,” you chuckle, and you find yourself really enjoying your interactions with this Seungmin guy. He seems pretty alright so far. “Found him stumbling out of my apartment last week when I got home after the last round. Sunwoo sure did a number on him.”

“Yup, and he hasn’t shut up about it since,” Seungmin drawls with what seems like a rather fond eyeroll. “I think he saw God that night. Changbin is pissed about it. Thinks he’s stooping too low, or something. I wonder what he’ll think about you and Chan?”

Static sounds play in your brain until you can catch up with him. “He doesn’t know about me and Chan? You know about me and Chan?”

“Uh, yeah, genius, you were both at each other’s throats last we saw you and then you were both gone. Not rocket science. Chan isn’t blabbing, if that’s what you’re worried about. Though I kind of wish he would. How was it? I hear he’s a real romantic, but I have my bets on him being quite the tease.”

“You spend this much time thinking about what your homies are like in bed?”

The no-hesitation response sends Seungmin’s eyebrows shooting upward for a split-second, and a slightly twisted sense of satisfaction fills you at being the one to have a gotcha moment with that one, rather than being on the other end. You don’t like the realisation that more than one person has tried to call you out for that. You try not to think about it.

“Just… curious, I guess. It just comes up in conversation sometimes! It’s not that weird. You can tell me. I’m sure I can nag it out of him later, anyway.”

“Last time I shared anything juicy with a stray kid, he used it against me,” you hum, sounding less hurt and more amused at whatever he’s playing at. “Surely I get something just as interesting in return, as a guarantee, of sorts?”

Seungmin thinks about it, stroking his chin through a comically big sweater paw. “Not sure what kind of dirt I could give you. My boyfriend’s cock and hole is on the internet for everyone to see, you can gage a pretty good guess of what we get up to behind the screen based on what he does on the screen. I don’t really have much to hide.”

“Dirt on the others, then? You mentioned Han’s search history…”

“Ah, our Jisungie,” Seungmin coos, a smile taking over his face again at the mention of his bandmate. “Suppose I could throw him under the bus a little more. I think he’d like it if I did, honestly. Humiliation kink n’all that. Not that he’d admit it. But he doesn’t have to, it’s written all over him and the guys he likes. Hell, the girls too. If you teased him about it, it’d probably make his dick hard.”

“Really now? Oh, now that is so enticing… how bad is he gonna kill you for that one?”

“Really bad,” Seungmin chortles, muffling his laugh behind his sweater paw. “He gets worked up pretty easily, but cools down just as quick, only to fire up again as soon as you prod him. We used to fight a lot, when the band first got together, but I think we’re past that now. Since meeting you guys, though, it’s like his diss track era all over again… it’s been fun how angry he’s gotten over it all, and now he’s just angry at how good Sunwoo was in bed. It’s so cute. Seeing him get all competitive is also cute. He gets flustered easily, but then he’s surprisingly witty. Cocky, too. Haven’t seen that side of him offstage since he was still beefing with Hyunjin.”

He clearly has no idea how much material he is giving you to work with, probably thinking the humiliation kink was the meat of the information, but you absolutely soak up the details on how this man reacts to things. You won’t be caught off guard, not by him or anyone else on that team, and you are increasingly confident that the next round will absolutely rip them a new one.

“Is that so… alright, I’ll bite. Chan… is a lot crueller than he seems. But I can see how he’d be the romantic type in any other situation… I think I bring out his mean side, though. It’s pretty fun,” you muse, to avoid saying it’s pretty hot instead. “He’s very… patient. Frustratingly so. Not as much of a pushover as I thought he’d be.”

“You’re being awfully vague on purpose,” Seungmin points out blankly, “so I’m going to assume it was hot as fuck and he fucked you so good you’re ashamed to admit it.”

You really don’t like how fucking perceptive he is, you decide.

“Well, I’d definitely go with him another round.” You try to sound nonchalant as you shrug and act unbothered, because if your assumptions are right, he will go running to Chan as soon as you hang up the phone. “Next time though, it’ll be at my place on my terms. We’ll see how long he lasts.”

You hear the filtered sound of the door opening, and Seungmin stiffens, but grins. “I’ve heard all I need to hear. Lino just got home though, so I gotta dip– DM me if you wanna spar sometime. I think it’ll be fun to punch you.”

“Hey!”

He hangs up, and you’re left sitting in a tree with more questions than you have answers for. Your body aches as you make your way down the tree to head back for dinner, then practice, then sleep, then even more practice, and you wonder if you’ll have time to drive back into the city to try boxing somewhere in between. Probably not.

You get the feeling this won’t be the last of your interactions with Seungmin regardless.

Arms wrap around your waist from behind, suddenly finding yourself pressed back against someone’s firm chest. You look down at his hands, listen for the scuffles of the others’ feet on the dance floor of the practice room and voices talking, then chuck out a guess without turning to look at the mirror.

“Sunwoo?”

“Gotcha.” He pulls you back, out of the room into the sunlight and the refreshingly cool breeze of the woods. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“I haven’t been avoiding you. We literally live together!”

“Yeah, that makes it really fucking easy to tell when someone’s avoiding you.”

Have you been avoiding him? It definitely has not been a conscious attempt to do so, but you suppose the urge to avoid his intense gaze has probably resulted in you avoiding him somewhat altogether. You aren’t sure what to tell him.

“I haven’t been trying to avoid you,” you mumble, slumping back into his embrace so he has to practically hold your entire body weight, leaning back on the outside wall of the rec room. “But I guess I’ve been doing it unintentionally. I’m sorry. I’ll stop now.”

“It’s okay,” Sunwoo hums, resting his chin on your head. “You gonna tell me why, or nah?”

“I think you know why,” you mutter, glad for how he holds you from behind so you can stare out at the scenery around you rather than have to meet his eye.

“Humour me.”

“I don’t think I will, Sunwoo,” you sigh, exhausted from this game of cat and mouse you’ve been playing. “There’s just. A lot going on, right now. I’m tired. Stressed and tired.”

He accepts your subject change gracefully, hugging you tighter and humming in agreement. “I could tell. We all are, but you seem to be taking this all the worst after Eric.”

You snort. “Really? So why aren’t you comforting Eric about it, then?”

“You saw how he is. I don’t think he wants comfort from any of us except Kevin until we bring home another win.”

“I really thought this would help him,” you confess, voice small. It makes you ache a little. “It seemed like the perfect idea. Give him a sense of control and respect and trust in us again, focus on our art, kick some ass. I just didn’t expect him to kick ours.”

He chuckles, and you feel it rumble in his chest against your back. Grounding. “Yeah, me neither. That’s why I’m leaving that one to Kevin and coming to you instead.”

“Well, thanks.” You twist around in his arms to give him an appreciative peck to the lips, then immediately twist back around towards the scenery at how just seeing his face up that close again made your heartbeat faster. His presence feels so much more intense since that conversation, which is likely why you ended up being so avoidant.

“Turn around and look at me.”

“Huh?” You do, withholding the urge to visibly gulp at the way he smirks down at you and cups your cheek.

“You’re really cute when you’re too flustered to look me in the eye. Have you been having feeeelings about me?” he teases, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip and fizzling out the last coherent thought you had in your brain.

“It’s– It’s a feeling alright,” you stammer, trying so hard not to shy away from his gaze. “One of them, for sure.”

“Mm, I wonder which one,” he presses further, leaning in to dust kisses along your jawline, stopping at your neck just to breathe over it. “But you don’t even know that for yourself yet, do you?”

You shiver, clutching tightly at his hips. “I– I don’t know. Everything has been so insane lately and I don’t wanna add to all that at such a stressful time for everyone, y’know?”

He pulls back with a sympathetic smile and strokes your hair. “This is the most stressed I’ve seen you in a while. Been waiting for you to ask me or the others to help you do something about it, but you haven’t. Why?”

Perceptive as ever, Sunwoo sees right through you like fucking glass. To a point where it would be almost humiliating if it weren’t exactly what you needed a lot of the time. “Because everyone is tired and sore and needing to be in tip-top shape if we’re gonna endure any more of Eric’s boot camp hell. This is the kind of frustration I’d take out on Wooyoung that’d have him sitting on a bag of frozen peas and calling out of work for the night.”

“Ooh,” Sunwoo chuckles with a smirk, “that frustrated, huh? Well, I don’t enjoy pain that much, but I can fuck the frustration out of you if you want—”

“Tempting as that sounds,” you muse aloud with a click of your tongue, “I don’t wanna put your body through any more stress than Eric already is. You’re not a dancer, you must be sore all over.”

“I am,” Sunwoo confesses, ��But I don’t need to exert myself. C’mon, you needa de-stess.”

“Sunwoo…” A smile is already tugging at your lips however, and you both know you don’t have it in you to deny him.

“C’mon.” He has a cheeky grin as he waddles you down the hill with him back towards the lodge, ushering you to his room. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

He’s confident. He always is, never failing to lure you in and get you where he wants. If that happens to be his bed, then in his bed you will be, trapped in his embrace on the edge of the bed, right in front of a full-length mirror. Sunwoo is a bit vain like that, or perhaps just voyeuristic. Probably just voyeuristic, if the way he left the bedroom door wide open is any indicator, but such isn’t uncommon when it’s only the band around. This time, at least, the lodge seems empty.

Sunwoo takes his time kissing along your neck and trailing his hands along your body, under your clothes, and you sigh and lean back against him, letting your eyes flutter shut and focus on the feeling of his plush lips and calloused guitarist’s fingers. There’s no rush. You know he could do this all day, and it has you relaxing into it so much you jolt and gasp when he bites down on your neck just as hard as you like it. The dark chuckle he lets out at your whine is telling; he has you right where he wants you, playing your body like a fiddle.

He turns your head towards him and pulls you into a heated kiss, slow yet eager, savouring every brush of lips and taste of tongue. He kisses you like he has all the time in the world and he wants to spend all of it just feeling you against him, your lips on his lips and your skin under his palms and his hardness against your back when he pulls you closer.

A hand slips down your pants but not past your underwear, simply cupping you there, idly teasing as he proceeds to kiss you, and you find yourself subtly shifting your hips up into his touch for more pressure. You know if you tried to egg him on any further he’d pull away immediately, so your keep your hands firmly planted on his thighs encasing yours, giving them an encouraging squeeze.

“Want more, baby?” he breathes into your ear, the air making you shiver.

“Please.” You don’t have the energy for his teasing, or any of the usual back and forth. You’ve had enough of that lately, and at least with Sunwoo, you don’t feel too embarrassed to beg. “Just touch me.”

“Your wish is my command, prince.”

His hand finally slips into your underwear and touches you where you need him most, gathering your wetness on his fingers and slowly circling your clit. Too slow. It does it’s intended purpose of riling you up, but you don’t need to be even more riled up right now, you need to let off steam—

“Relax,” he murmurs when your hips buck up more into him. “Just focus on feeling all of it, okay? You’re gonna tire yourself out quickly if you’re that eager.” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, slipping a finger into you and replacing its spot on your clit with his thumb.

“Sunwoo, please,” you beg again, and you see him smirk down at himself in the mirror. That little shit. He’s enjoying your desperation a little too much for someone who claims he just wants you to relax. “I need more.”

“Well, shit,” Sunwoo hisses, slipping a second finger in and finally quickening the pace and pressure of his fingers, your body singing under his onslaught. “When you ask that prettily, how am I supposed to deny you, mm?”

Your head falls onto his shoulder, just in perfect range for him to start sucking on it again, no doubt on his way to leave a very visible mark behind. “Y-You don’t,” you manage to gasp out, and he smirks against your skin.

“Don’t get too used to it, prince. You might find me feeling a lot more cruel another day.”

You want to groan out, I know, but his fingers working their magic don’t let you, and you honestly welcome the way it makes your mind go blank, watching him through the mirror looking so focused and so into making you feel good, completely ignoring himself. Your eyes flutter shut just as you are interrupted by his phone ringing.

“Motherfucker—”

“Shhh.”

He doesn’t remove his hand from between your legs as he uses his other one to grab his phone from his pocket and answer it, lazily drawing circles on you with his thumb while grinning at you in the mirror. You know you’re trapped now, because you can’t quite recognise the muffled voice on the other line, and if it’s someone important, possibly even related to the band, you can’t risk ruining it for him by making a sound.

“Oh? No, I’m not busy,” he lies smugly, making direct eye contact with you while he says it and slipping in another finger. “Why, I didn’t expect you to call so soon. Missing me already?”

Your eyebrows raise at that comment, noticing the flirty lilt in his voice and trying to figure out who the fuck he would be talking to like that. It doesn’t sound like any of your bandmates, giving he wasn’t expecting the call, unless it was maybe Eric? You mouth him the question, but he pointedly ignores you and resumes curling his fingers in you so deliciously you have to bite your lip to stay quiet.

“That’s so pathetic it’s cute,” he giggles, and now you’re even more curious. There’s no way it would be Eric, not in the mood he’s been in, you think he would punch something if anyone tried to call him pathetic right now. “Oh, you poor little thing. I’m out of town right now, so you’re stuck there on your own.” He clicks his tongue at the other person’s reply. “I meant I wasn’t too busy to hear how you’re touching yourself for me and the things you’re thinking about me in explicit detail, so do go on.”

You widen your eyes again, pulse thrumming with the excitement of how dirty it all is, and with Sunwoo’s movements quickening you only hope that whoever’s on the other end of the line can’t hear your breathing quicken with it. Or maybe you hope they do.

He suddenly stops as the other person keeps talking, and next thing you know he’s propping his phone up between his face and shoulder and pulling at your pants. When you start to shimmy them off, he reaches for his own, pulling them down just enough to let his cock spring free, already dribbling precum.

“What am I doing? What do you think I’m doing, cutie? I’m taking my cock out. You sound so fucking delicious for me, baby.”

You don’t need to be told what to do, shifting back to meet him and hovering over his length, earning a hiss from him as he leans back and lets you rub the tip against your entrance. “Yeah? You gonna take me?” he pants into the phone, meeting your eye in the mirror as he says it. You sink down on him all at once and the moan he lets out is a guttural one. “Fuck, good boy.”

You hear a whine on the other end and it’s so tempting to just snatch the phone out of his hand and put it on speaker, let you in on the action too, but it doesn’t take long for him to practically read your mind and do it himself.

“Oh? You want to show me? Let me see your cute little cock then, princess.”

“Fuck,” the voice on the other end whimpers, broken and airy, and it becomes a video call request that he accepts with only audio on his end first. You aren’t sure who you were expecting to see, but when the screen comes up with the same man who you met stumbling out of your apartment last week, leaning back on the bed with cock in hand, ass plugged with a pretty pink gem, and a thin sheen of sweat sticking a few strands of his long, silky hair to his face.

“Mmm, so pretty for me, Jisung-ah,” he coos, voice shaky from how you slowly move up and down on him – or try to, but he stops you with his free hand and gives you a stern look you know is because he wanted you not to do any of the work. “You like showing off for me?”

He nods profusely, fucking his fist and scrambling down to reach for the plug to fuck it into his hole too. “Love it, love your eyes on me, fuck, wanna see you too, please, I bet you look so hot right now hyung…”

As far as you know, the two of them are the same age, and you suppose that’s why the honourific brings such a smug look to Sunwoo’s face. “’Hyung’? Not wanting to be my pretty little princess anymore, hmm?”

Jisung whines again even more needily, the lighting in his room is dim through the closed curtains but just enough evening sunlight peeks through to reflect off the wetness oozing from his tip as he lazily strokes it. “A-Ah, c’mon, please…”

“Please what?”

He shifts around on the bed a bit with his eyes squeezed shut, pulling an arm over his face to hide in his elbow while he mumbles, “Please, oppa.”

“That’s a good little girl,” Sunwoo rasps lowly, the praise making Jisung’s ministrations quicker, and you have to bite your hand to muffle a laugh at the sheer humiliation of it all, and just how easy it was. How perfectly pathetic. “Want me to put on a show for you?”

You know the real question he’s asking and to whom; do you want him to see us like this? You nod at him through the mirror and tap the camera icon for him, pointing the camera ahead so you he could see you both.

“Good thing you caught me at such a good time, then. You have such a good show to enjoy.”

Jisung freezes up, eye blowing wide at where his phone is propped up on something in front of him, and for a second you think he’s going to dive for it to hang up but instead he throws his head back so hard against the headboard you think it would have hurt, gasping and whimpering as he comes all over his fist, hips thrashing wildly and thick ropes of white painting his slutty little muscle tee, even from where it’s pulled up over his abs.

“What the– what the– what the fuck, Sunwoo!” he whines, still frantically jerking his cock and twitching violently at the overstim, burying his cute little face in his arm again, too embarrassed to face you himself but not too embarrassed to cum to it. Or maybe it was the embarrassment that made him cum in the first place. “You– you said you weren’t busy–“

“I never said I was alone, baby. Besides, we weren’t busy. Were we, prince? Just hangin’ out, right?”

“No, not busy. Just relaxing.” You flash a smarmy grin right back at him, grinding down on his cock with an over-exaggerated sigh, throwing your head back onto his shoulder again and spreading your legs to make sure Jisung was getting a nice view. After all, he deserves a treat for the humiliation the two of you just put him through.

“You– You’re a dick,” Jisung pants out, slowly pulling his arm away to pull his boxers back on. “Can’t believe you made me say that in front of him–“

“You love my dick,” Sunwoo sassed him back, passing you the phone so he could grab your hips and take over, pulling you up and thrusting up into you slowly. “Needa split you open on it again. Maybe they can watch. Don’t worry, they didn’t hear our whole conversation, only the video call – I’m sure he’d love to see it for himself instead, though.”

You moan, rubbing yourself as Sunwoo bounces you up and down and trying to keep the camera steady, “Oh, fuck I sure would. Would you be my good little girl, too?”

“You’re both so mean,” he complains again, and you find yourself quite liking the little pout on his face when he does it. He can’t seem to tear his eyes away, however, reaching forward to grab his phone from whatever it was propped up on his bed to get a better look. “Fuck… you look so hot like that though…”

Showing off a little more, you pull yourself off Sunwoo so Jisung could see his cock in all it’s glory, thick and veiny and oh-so-picturesque, and simply rub your pussy against it, both gasping when your clit and his head collide.

“Fuck, hold on,” Sunwoo mutters, reaching down to his luggage on the floor and rummaging for a bit before pulling out a sleek bullet vibe and turning it on, pressing it to your dick and slipping back inside. You both groan, as Sunwoo angles the vibe so he could feel its vibrations against his shaft too, and starts fucking into you with reckless abandon. “Shit, baby, so good–“

“Hah– thought you said you wouldn’t exert yourself– woah, slow down, I can’t keep the camera steady,” you huff, Sunwoo reluctantly obliging and taking the phone away to prop it up on the dresser and change it to the front facing camera towards the bed, pulling you back down with him and bending you over.

“Fuck that,” he growls, all his patience from before melted away with every rough snap of his hips, “I’m gonna fuck all that stress outta you, I’m gonna fuck you into this mattress even if it fucking kills me tomorrow.”

You are reduces to cries instead of words as he does exactly that – frankly you have no idea where all this energy comes from after a long day of dancing, but you figure he won’t have his usual stamina this time – craning your head over your should to peek at his phone on the dresser, where Jisung watches with his lip pulled between his teeth and an obvious shaking from below the screen.

“Let us see,” you gasp out, eyes rolling back into your head as Sunwoo angles his hips just right and makes you see stars, but you force yourself to focus on the screen just enough to see him lift his phone higher and reveal him stroking his cock again, still covered in cum, cutely small in his hand.

“Y-You guys are so fucking hot it’s unfair,” he sighs, body twitching hard enough to shake the camera with every other movement. “Can’t believe you fuck raw too. Do you cum inside? Can I see it? Please, wanna see him dripping, fuck, wish that was me.”

“Yeah? Wish this was you, huh?” Sunwoo pulls you up on your knees with a firm yank on your hair, pulling a moan from you, and you don’t have much of a choice but to let him use you as he wants as he fills you up so fucking good. “Want me to cum in your ass and knock you up, huh? Want me to breed your cute little hole? Ooh, he clenched around me at that, I didn’t know you liked that one, prince.”

You whine a little in embarrassment, but mostly hold it together. “Y-Yeah well, it’s a new one,” you mutter, grasping for anything to ground you as Sunwoo keeps you propped up, but as soon as he lets you back down to lean on the mattress again, the vibe is back between your legs and you whimper.

“Cuuute, see, you’re not the only one who has embarrassing kinks, Jisung, looks like both of you wanna be all knocked up, hm? Want me to put a baby in you, baby?”

“No,” you rasp, ignoring the way his words send a wave of heat down south anyway. “Wanna put a baby in him.” You point towards the camera, and Jisung whines so erotically you think he would do just as well on cam as Hyunjin or San would.

“That’s so fucking hot fuck– please, please, please, breed me, knock me up, both of you, fuck…” He’s fucking the a dildo in his ass now, so frantically it keeps slipping out, “Need you both inside me, fuck, get me pregnant…”

The two of you chuckle at how far gone he is, willing to say all these embarrassing things so openly to the same people he spent so long arguing with the other week, that bitter resentment warped into something else entirely and were you not getting your brains fucked out you would want to ask Sunwoo how the fuck he did it, but he seems intent on not giving you the chance to form a proper sentence.

“Fuck– yes– shit I think I’m gonna–“ your breathing quickens, your core tightens, and one strangled groan from Sunwoo behind you and another few perfectly angled snaps of his hips sends you falling over the edge, the high pulsing through you like electricity.

“That’s it baby, thaaat’s it, fuck you’re so pretty when you cum for me,” Sunwoo mutters, bending over you and tilting your head to steal a kiss as he follows you over, moaning against your lips as he paints your walls white.

Jisung is still panting and fucking himself with his toy while the two of you catch your breath, and the sheer agony on his face is so fucking delightful you find yourself wanting to be so much meaner to him if given the chance.

“No, no, please,” he begs, “don’t stop yet, ahh, I’m close, please.”

He sure seems to love the show, so it’s a good thing you and Sunwoo both love to perform.

“Babe, move with me, lemme get the camera–“

You and Sunwoo both awkwardly shuffle to the edge of the bed where Sunwoo can reach his phone again, taking it off the dresser and flipping the camera back to the front so he can give your little voyeur on the phone a close-up view of where your bodies meet.

“Oh, fuck–“

“Don’t look away for even a second, baby. You don’t wanna miss a second of this.”

Sunwoo slowly pulls himself out, shiny and wet and covered in you, and when you clench down around nothing, he has a perfect shot of his cum dripping from your hole. The sounds Jisung is making on the other end of the line are beyond gone, fucked out and on the brink, and when Sunwoo collects his dripping cum on his fingers and pushes them back inside you, you hear his voice crack.

“Fuck–! Cum- Cumming- fuck…!”

“That’s a good girl.” He puts the phone back in front of you so you both can enjoy the sight of Jisung spilling another load all over his chest, not even touching his cock as he simply milks his prostate with the toy inside him. Sunwoo is even mean enough to take screenshots, and you grin at him, “Send those to me.”

It takes him a long moment to recover from the intensity of his orgasm, chest heaving, covered in sweat and his own mess, but the most dazed smile takes over his features as he covers half his face in disbelief.

“Fuck,” he exhales, picking the camera back up to hover above his face, “You guys are the hottest fucking… most insufferably horrible people I’ve ever met.”

“Yeah?” You raise a brow at him playfully, “Sounds like you like it, though.”

“Yeah, well,” he rolls his eyes, “Unfortunately for me that’s kinda my type. Dick hard one moment, wanting to punch you through a wall the next.”

“Don’t worry, I think Changbin already did the latter part for you!” Sunwoo chips in helpfully, so you elbow him in the shoulder. “See you on the battlefield next time, cutie.”

Jisung snorts, and you see him slipping out of his dick-drunk trance. “Is it really a battle or is it a slaughter?” He catches his tongue between cheekily at that, and you feel heat flare up of a familiarly ambiguous kind.

“We’ll make it a slaughter by the time we’re done with you,” you vow, and Sunwoo has to put a hand on your shoulder to remind you to save it and not get too heated. “You aren’t ready for what we have in store for the next round.”

“More provoking lyrics and slutty outfits? I think I can take it. Yes, innuendo intended, I could and would take you both – now I gotta get cleaned up, so. See ya later.”

It takes a second for you to recover from the whiplash of him bouncing between cocky and confident, and needy and pathetic, back and forth between only a few sentences, but you are quickly starting to understand what Seungmin meant about him. You exchange glances with Sunwoo and shrug.

“Still stressed out?”

“His switch-up at the end wasn’t that good for my stress levels, but I think I’m mostly alright,” you laugh, and Sunwoo laughs with you, then raises a suggestive brow.

“Sit on my face about it?”

“God, you’re the best. I’m gonna suck your soul out your dick about it.”

Eric looks up and all he can see is Felix looking down at him.

He wants to punch a fucking hole in the wall, shatter glass, snap something in half. He does not delude himself into thinking he is not an angry kind of person; he is, and he knows it. Still, lately he finds his nerves have been grated even more than usual, and he’d be a fool to not know why – it’s Felix. Of course it’s Felix. He just didn’t think it’d get him like this.

They broke up on good terms. That’s what he keeps drilling into his own head, over and over like he would forget otherwise. It was a mutual agreement; they weren’t working out. Eric wanted to see Felix a lot more than Felix could see him, and Felix didn’t want Eric to feel like he was constantly being put on the backburner, so they broke up. Figured that it just was the right person, wrong time.

Right person, wrong time.

He keeps telling himself that, over and over, as he goes through the choreography again, and again, and again, long after the rest of the band got sick of his shit and left him in the makeshift studio. He wants to punch the mirror hard enough to shatter it.

Right person, wrong time.

He regrets how much he held onto the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he could wait for him. Maybe there could be a right time, if he was patient. Like a fucking fool, he hoped that it wouldn’t be the last time he held him, kissed him, or touched him again. And it wasn’t – so why does it feel like it only made it worse? Felix was exactly like he remembered, only with more tattoos and piercings, dark hair, a sharper jawline, broader shoulders, and a bit more attitude. But he was still Felix, he was still his Felix, still the Felix who crumbles for someone with lots of confidence, who can’t lie, still the Felix who pokes his tongue in his cheek when he’s riled up, his Felix who’s breath hitches when someone leans in close, who gulps when he’s nervous, who’s voice jumps up in pitch when he gets filled up-

“Missed me that much?”

He keeps playing that night over and over. The song plays again, he twists and turns and jumps and hits, but all he can see is Felix and you all over him. He missed him. He missed him so fucking badly, when he really did think he had moved on. He has you now, he has the band, and that was more than enough for him – he even stopped dating because whatever it is you guys have going on was always just so much better. Hell, even if Felix came crawling back to him on his hands and knees to apologise and asked to get back together again, Eric doesn’t even think he would say yes. Not if it meant giving up what you guys have.

He still fucking misses him.

The choreography is intense. He pops, locks, perfects his body line, practices his flip, lands on one knee just a bit too wobbly for comfort; but while the music still plays, the energetic and intense trap beat Kevin made just for him, he doesn’t get back up. He falls forward, hands on the polished wooden floors, and cringes as it comes back wet – it’s only then when he realises he’s crying. He’s crying onto the floor of his dance studio while his kick-ass battle song plays and he just feels so fucking pathetic, because why is he even crying over this? Why is he crying over someone who was never truly his? Why is he even crying over someone who didn’t even really wrong him?

Not until now, at least. Not in their relationship. Unless the reason he was so busy back then was because he was making another dance crew with his other friends and he decided he would rather give up Force and Eric along with it, like Eric suspects, when if he wanted to sing and rap that badly he knows Eric would have let him join the runaways. He’d even fit with their namesake too, having ditched his family home in the middle of the night as soon as he turned eighteen; he knew Eric would have loved to have him here.

But of course, he was too busy. Not too busy for Stray Kids, just too busy for Force, and too busy for him. As they always were. As everyone always fucking is. History has a habit of repeating itself until you learn your lesson but he just does not understand the lesson needing to be learnt – what does he need to do to make them stay? What does he need to do to be someone’s first priority, to not be constantly brushed aside? What does he need to do to be worthy of the kind of intense devotion he gives everyone he cares about? Eric supposes that was always his weakness; loving more than he was ever loved back. Everyone would love him, but not nearly as much as he loved them, when push came to shove. Everyone except you and the band.

What he just doesn’t get, is why you guys just can’t get that. You seemed to understand enough that coming to participate in a band contest as a glorified dance crew – a dance crew, like the one he left – with his cool new friends when he knew how important the competition was to you guys, was a cold fucking move at worst and a nonsensical one at best. They insulted you, punched you in the fucking face, insulted your work, and you just go and suck their dicks about it? Go and suck Felix’s dick about it? You know what he means to him. You know he isn’t over him. But it seems like just about fucking everybody is willing to bend over backwards for the golden boy and his pretty freckles and award-winning smile that Eric fell for so long ago.

“Fuck. Fucking fuck!”

Eric knows exactly why you like him so much. He knows because he still fucking likes him. He knows because when he smirks at you like that, and he still wants to kiss him too. He still remembers how soft his lips are, and that they taste like caramel because he’s always drinking those sickeningly sweet excuses for coffees that might as well be milkshakes. But he just can’t do it. He can’t just kiss him like they’re still in love when he is coming and taking over everything that was ever fucking important to him. Everything he still cares about. Dance, music, you, his friends. But it doesn’t include him anymore, it never was fucking about him. Not anymore, it’s never about him anymore. Even now, at his family’s holiday house, leading his supposed dance boot camp, the rest of you are in the lodge playing board games without him because you said you needed a break and he’s been pushing you too hard.

If he can keep going, why can’t you? Why is he the only one taking this seriously? What happened to trusting him? You said you let him lead this week so he can see that you trust and value his input, but you guys just aren’t listening.

More than anything, he just wants to go home. He’s tired, mentally and physically, and he just wants things to go back to the way things were before the battle. Home, not the apartment, but in a cuddle puddle with the six of you when none of you are mad at each other, staring at the ceiling while the starry sky projector you bought lights up the room with colour.

But he knows better than to think you will agree to back out now. Hell, as much as he wants to, he wouldn’t let you, either; the controversy has put both you and your rival band in the spotlight like never before, and if you all want to achieve your dreams of being able to do music as a career and tour the world, you need this. He needs this. He’ll be damned if his shady ex-boyfriend gets in the way of that.

No more distractions, he decides, getting up and wiping away his tears. One more time, from the top.

“Eric?”

When he looks toward the doorway and sees the solemn expression Kevin gives him, holding a plate of freshly cooked food in hand, he feels whatever wall he just built up come crumbling down instantly. “Kevin…”

Kevin must be able to tell that he was just crying, because he sets down tonight’s meal on the pool table pushed aside to make room, and sweeps Eric into a crushing hug, which, for Kevin, isn’t the most common of gestures. Eric hugs him back and buries his face in his neck, not wanting to look at him. Not wanting to say anything. Not even wanting to hear anything. Kevin speaks anyway.

“We’re all really worried about you, y’know?”

“Not really,” Eric sniffles, and he hates how pathetic it sounds. “No one’s listening to me.”

Kevin tuts and pulls back slightly to frown at him, but Eric doesn’t look up. He can’t bear to meet his eyes. “Eric, we’re not listening because you’re being unreasonable. The week’s deadline doesn’t suddenly give our bodies any more endurance than they already have. We’re not all built like you!”

“I’m sick of fighting, Kev,” Eric sighs, and Kevin runs a hand through his hair soothingly.

“Then don’t fight. How about we go eat and head to bed early? It’s been a long day.”

Eric wants to argue again, despite just saying he is sick of arguing. He does not want to be coddled like an angry toddler throwing a tantrum, but that’s exactly how he feels; unheard, begrudgingly comforted just so he can calm down and go back to normal. He thinks he wants things to go back to normal more than the rest of you combined. Normal, back when it didn’t feel like all his bandmates were looking so far down at him like everyone else.

He bites his tongue and redirects it.

“How about I eat you instead? To de-stress, of course.”

Please let me have this, Eric pleads silently, hidden poorly behind a weak smirk. He grabs Kevin’s hips and starts tugging him towards the couch pushed up to the side of the room. Let me have you, let me feel you.

Kevin sees his request for what it is; a plea for intimacy, more than sex. A plea for trust, connection.

He sees it for what it is, and with a small sigh, grabs his face and connects their lips.

By the time you and Sunwoo finish cleaning up and re-gaining the feeling in your legs, a bonfire is crackling outside, while Wooyoung and Mingi are manning a fragrant barbecue. Eric being there is a welcome sight – just the fact that he is no longer cooping himself up inside the practice room or his room is already promising, but him being around the rest of the band willingly is even better. You turn to smile at Sunwoo and he’s already smiling back at you – he’s probably thinking the same thing.

“Well look who finally–“ You are cut off by Sunwoo stepping past you and shoving you roughly in the side to sit down next to Eric on a log and clap a hand on his shoulder.

“Glad to see you back, bro.”

Eric smiles.

You can’t even complain at the shove as it was completely called for; Sunwoo is right, what Eric needs now is probably not your usual attitude and instead more gentle appreciation, so you follow his lead and sit on his other side, giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Sorry. Missed you.”

He doesn’t seem to need the clarification on what you meant, giving that you have been seeing each other most of every day the whole week, but he returns your peck with a quiet thanks and goes back to staring into the dancing flames.

You have half the mind to leave him alone, since he clearly does not feel like talking, but you figured that if he really wanted to be left alone, he would be in his room or the makeshift studio again, so his decision to be here around you all was deliberate. So you stay next to him, pressed shoulder to shoulder just to give him that grounding point of contact – you’re there. You’re with him, next to him. If he wants to speak, he can, but if he doesn’t, you’ll still be there anyway.

He leans his head on your shoulder, and you feel your heart soar. He’s leaning on you. Both figuratively and literally, he’s leaning on you, he’s allowing himself to be soft with you even if he might still be mad at you. You wrap an arm around his shoulders and press another kiss to the top of his head, to let him know you heard him, even if he didn’t say anything. You hear him.

Sunwoo gets up to grab his food when Wooyoung calls that dinner’s ready, but Eric doesn’t move, and you won’t either until he does, but you give his shoulder a little squeeze.

“You gonna eat anything?”

“Not hungry.”

“Eric…”

“I’ll eat later, I promise,” he insists, taking your free hand in his and playing with it gently, intertwining your fingers. “Just… not right now.”

“Okay,” you say slowly, not wanting to find any more reasons to disagree with him for now. “What do you want to do right now, then?”

He has to think about it, still playing with your hands as he does, and it’s cute how it seems to soothe him somewhat. “I want… to talk this out, or whatever. I’m tired of being angry. I just. Don’t really know how to start.”

You look over his shoulder to gesture to the others to come in, and you all find yourselves seated on the log by the bonfire or the dirt in front of it, not wanting to be any further from Eric than necessary. “Start wherever you feel like, baby. We’re listening.”

He sighs, then tries to gather the words to start, then sighs again even louder. He lets go of your hand to drop his head into his own.

“I don’t know. I’m just, I’m tired, I’m upset, I miss Felix, I don’t want to miss Felix, I’m angry at him for doing this to me, I’m angry that you’re taking such an interest in him, I’m scared of being replaced, and I feel so fucking inferior about everything I ever had any confidence in and I just want it all to stop.”

“Okay, that’s a good start,” you encourage him, stroking his back rhythmically while he let it all out. “I had a feeling it was something along those lines.”

“It’s alright to be scared and angry,” Mingi pipes up helpfully, leaning over to give Eric a reassuring head pat.

“Felix did do you pretty dirty,” Wooyoung adds, to which the others nod.

Eric sighs again, running his hands through his hair. “I’m scared,” he repeats. “I’m scared we’ll lose. And I don’t know how I’ll handle that if we do. Because that’d be… feels almost fucking symbolic, in a way, of him just. Ruining everything I worked towards. That’s why I keep drilling you guys and being even more of a perfectionist than usual and – god, they’re fucking perfect. They’re incredible performers. I still don’t think their act should be allowed as a band but they’re so fucking good at what they do I can’t help but think we can’t really compete.”

“But we can!” San chimes in, shifting closer to make sure Eric is looking at him. “Prior to this week I didn’t even know how to dance beyond a few TikTok challenges, now I’m doing choreography you made for a dance crew! Half of you guys are practically professionals, and this might be one of the best songs Kevin’s produced yet, and the lyrics–“

“Have some more faith in us,” you interrupt, a little too enthusiastic, “we’re fucking good at what we do, too. We won last year for a reason, remember? This stage is absolutely gonna blow their socks off.”

“It’s not you guys I’m really worried about,” Eric admits quietly, still refusing to look any of you in the eye. He doesn’t need to. You already see his real feelings written all over him.

“You’re worried you might fuck up the whole thing.”

His silence is the only confirmation you need.

“Oh, Eric.” You pull him in for a tighter hug, which everyone else joins in until you are all awkwardly hunched over on the log and almost fall over, making you all giggle. “You’re not going to fuck up anything, okay? You’re going to be the star of the show.”

“I don’t know… I don’t think my choreography can match theirs. I’m mostly trained in hip-hop, but Hyunjin adds a contemporary twist to theirs, and Lino has such insane body control and–“

“And you have a swagger onstage that they could only dream of,” Kevin finishes, leaning over to put a finger to Eric’s lips, and he finally looks up from the ground to meet him. “Do you really think band judges are going to be looking for mixtures of dance genres and technical precision? They’re here for the music and they’re here for the spectacle. I’m pretty sure the reason why Stray Kids are getting as far as they are, is more to do with their production quality, live vocals, and stage presence. Are you really gonna doubt us on those fronts? This isn’t a dance tournament.”

Eric doesn’t have a response for that, playing with his own hands as he processes it all, so you take one into your own so he could go back to fidgeting with yours if he so desired.

“You’re right, I can’t doubt your guys’ songs and vocals like that. That wouldn’t be fair. Suppose it also wasn’t fair how hard I pushed your bodies, too.”

“Or your own,” Wooyoung reminds him, getting up to grab a now-cool plate of food to bring back to him and plop it in his lap. “You don’t need to be so hard on yourself, either. Whether or not we win the next round, which I have in good confidence that we will, we are still incredible fucking performers. Stray cats can’t take that from us. It’s not like we can really lose – everyone else in the competition has been an absolute non-event, dude. No one’s talking about them. We’re basically guaranteed second place at the very least, and that’s still a win.”

Eric pokes at the meat on his plate with his fork, trying to muster up the appetite. “I don’t want to be second place to anyone. Not anymore.”

You realise what he really means by that, and he doesn’t mean the competition at all. It was never about the battle, it was about the war – the ongoing war raging in his head of his own self-worth and the way his past threatens it. How he can never be certain that he won’t have to fight for his right to exist, his right to be loved – and you get it. You really do. So deeply, even, that you have bonded over it in the past, and that is exactly how you know that he will stick by you till the bitter end, and you just wish he could feel the same. You sigh and massage the back of his neck.

“Eric, sweetheart, you could never be replaced. Not by Felix, not by the homeless children, not by anyone. We wouldn’t be here right now if you could!”

He seems to only shrink in size as he curls up and munches on his food. “Why are you so obsessed with Felix, then?”

He turns to you.

“Obsessed? With Felix?” It strikes you as a little odd. “What do you mean obsessed with him? He hurt you, Eric. I can’t forgive him for that. You know how ride or die I am for the people I care about and the six of you are at the absolute top of that list. I’m fucking around with him because I want him to feel as small and pathetic as he’s made you feel, and I want it to fucking haunt him how he can’t help but think of it when it’s just him and his right hand. I want to drive him insane until he realises he fumbled the best thing to ever happen to him.”

“And Chan? You seem awfully interested in him too. And how interested he is in Felix.”

You are not sure whether to feel hurt or understanding at Eric’s accusations. You know he’s insecure and you know he needs your reassurance, but you don’t like the way he’s painting you in this whole situation. “Chan has a weak spot for Felix and it’s so easy to prey on. Why wouldn’t I? He’s the core of their group. He calls the shots and it seems like to some degree, everyone relies on him. You destabilise him, you destabilise all of them. Besides, we just have beef from leader to leader, creative to creative. I know we got invested in this whole rivalry for your sake at first, Eric, but it’s gotten pretty personal now. That doesn’t mean we’re moving past you now. It means we’re all taking them on together.”

“You make the battle of the bands sound like some huge psyop mission,” Kevin snorts, finishing off his plate. “We should just not worry about them and focus on making our performance the best we can be. I’m sure Chan and Felix and all of them will leave us alone if we just leave them be.”

“No way!”

You, Eric, Wooyoung, and Sunwoo, all pipe up at the same time, looking at Kevin incredulously.

“I don’t want to leave them alone, I want them to wish they could be us so bad,” Wooyoung huffs, crossing his arms. “C’mon, even you enjoyed putting Jupiter in their places last year. It’s fun to stick it to some bitches who deserve it!”

Kevin goes quiet, then waves his arm dismissively. “Yeah alright, whatever. Have your fun with it then, I guess.”

“Maybe I need to be having more fun with it,” Eric chuckles, poking at his dinner some more. “I mean, tag teaming him at the Prism was pretty fun. I guess I just got… really into my own head about it.”

“Attaboy,” you cheer, giving him an encouraging slap on the back, “that’s the spirit! Obviously you don’t have to fuck around with them if you don’t want to. But y’know. You can always annoy them more.”

“I think I’d rather fuck you in front of them and have them watch,” Eric throws out casually, making your eyebrows shoot up and your still aching core throb. “That’d be pretty hot. Wonder if they’d agree to it, though.”

You shrug. “I dunno Eric, we can be pretty damn convincing, I think. Maybe we should invite them to our dressing room next round. Or something. We’ll work it out. But before we get to any more plotting and scheming… how do you feel? Are you like… okay? Or at least better?”

“Better,” he nods, and you feel reassured in that he didn’t have to stop to think about it. “I don’t know. I know I was projecting my own insecurities onto you guys. And I know I was pushing you guys too far. I just needed to feel… like I held any weight here. Like I was still important to you guys.”

“Of course you’re still important to us,” Mingi breathes out, visibly saddened at the thought that Eric even had to doubt it. “I’m sorry you couldn’t feel it enough.”

“I do now, at least.” He cracks a small smile, and exchanges a knowing look with Kevin that makes you think Sunwoo was onto something when he said he’d let the keyboardist handle him. “I know that was the point of this entire trip. And I’m sorry all I used it for was to try and find ways to prove that you guys didn’t care as much as I did. I’ll stop projecting. At least, I’ll try.”

“That’s all we can ask for, Eric,” San reminds him, getting up to give him another hug. Sunwoo has to stabilise his plate so it doesn’t get shoved off his lap. “You can tell us if you’re feeling bad or insecure about things, y’know? Just please don’t get angry with us. You know we can talk things out calmly and you’re scary when you yell.”

Eric laughs at the audible pout in San’s voice without needing to see it over his shoulder. He pats him on the back affectionately. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll try not to. I’m sorry again. We can take tomorrow off, I think. Enjoy the holiday house while we’re here, spend the day by the lake, maybe. It’ll be fun.”

“Sounds like exactly what we all need!” Kevin agrees, clapping his hands together. “I unironically think that our practice will be even better if we don’t practice for a day. Let our bodies catch up with it all.”

“For sure,” Wooyoung agrees, “it’s always like that. In the meantime, I think we should all take turns schlobbing your knob for being such a great dance teacher.”

That makes everyone burst out laughing, but Wooyoung simply doubles down. “What? I mean it! I’ll give you the sloppiest toppy bro, the Gluck Gluck Triple Twist–“

“I get it, I get it,” Eric howls, trying to recover from the sudden humorous outburst. “God, that gave me whiplash. Yeah, sure, if you’re offering, I won’t say no.”

“It’s whatever you want, Eric,” you tell him, leaning on his shoulder this time, “after all, this is still meant to be your trip.”

The smallest but most genuine of smiles pulls at the corners of his lips, and he presses them to your crown appreciatively. “Thanks. All of you. You guys… mean a lot to me.”

Sunwoo notices the tears glistening on his cheeks before you do, and instantly leans in to kiss them off, and before you know it, everyone is swarming him to try and express their own forms of affection to a point that’s downright comical in it’s impracticality, knocking him off the log in your onslaught of touch and kisses.

“Ahaha, alright, alright! I get it, you guys too– ahahaha, fuckin hell, you guys are too much.”

Once again you hear what he really says, and it’s loud and clear;

I love you all so much.

a/n: i feel like the apologies for the wait get more and more ironic the longer i go between updates, but i really am sorry! 2023 was a year of all time for me and i was just speedrunning life events but it's okay i think im normal now. ish. im writing again at least! i slaved over this chapter for MONTHS because i kept changing it and hating parts of it no matter what i did so i just sat down and finished it and decided i would not proofread or reread at all and just go with whatever i come up with so i can finally get this chapter DONE or else it might have just sat in my wips rotting for another year. so apologies if you notice the dip in quality, but hopefully you wont LMFAOOoo

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