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stray kids as dads

skz ot8 x reader

word count: 13.9k (1k-2k per member)

genre: fluff, some suggestive content, a dash of angst with minho - MINORS DNI

warnings: illness (stomach bug - chan), mentions of birth, jisung gets a lil mopey, mentions of food, almost oral (seungmin, fem receiving), it's just really fluffy tbh. if i missed anything - PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: a day in the life of dad stray kids

a/n: i have baby fever and i'm making it everyone's problem. also sometimes i write fluff - this brought me lots of comfort so i hope it does for you as well.

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents stray kids members as people or the band as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

taglist: @lix-ables, @rachalixie, @agustd-essert, @gibbysupremeacyisreal, @katieraven, @miamormi, @woahfruity, @isilentprincess

Bang Chan

When you’re expecting, everyone tells you to get all the sleep you can, because it’ll be a while before you get a full night’s sleep again. All these things about “sleep when the baby sleeps” or “you won’t ever be able to catch up”. In Chan’s case, he found the lack of sleep the easiest part of parenting. He never slept anyway, what difference did a baby make?

Chan functions best between the hours of midnight and 5 am, which made him the obvious choice to take over night time feedings/diaper changes. You were exhausted, Chan wasn’t, so what was the point in waking you up?

He spent most nights in his home studio after you fell asleep, keeping the baby monitor on full volume so he could run back upstairs when needed. Most nights, when the baby stirred, he would just take them back down to the studio with him, snuggling as he worked until they fell back asleep.

It was a great routine, and Chan was almost sad when all his kids started sleeping through the night. There was no need for a monitor in his studio anymore, nobody waking up for a midnight snack or just some cuddles - he wasn’t really needed at night anymore. Chan went to his home studio less and less at night, trying to adjust to everyone else’s sleep schedule. There were some positives to this; he got to fall asleep with you now instead of after you, he never missed family breakfast anymore, he got to take his kids to school. Following everyone else’s routine was better in the long run.

Even though he missed the one on one time he got with his kids. There was something special about those late night snuggles that he wasn’t able to recreate.

A stomach bug entered the Bang household suddenly and aggressively. It started with the oldest daughter. Chan got a call from her piano teacher to come pick her up from practice, saying that she had been vomiting aggressively for the past ten minutes. He broke many traffic laws racing to his daughter's school, and then just as many to get to the ER, just to be told it’s just a really shitty stomach bug.

The bug then began to bounce around, hitting his youngest daughter next. For two days, Chan ran between the girls’ bedrooms, bringing soup, gatorade, crackers - whatever they needed, he was right there to help him. He wanted to help them feel better while keeping you and the baby away from the bug. The last thing he wanted was for either of you to get sick. So, it made sense that the next person to get sick was himself.

Chan slept on the floor of the bathroom the first night. The tile was so cool against his body, which was so hot. He opened every window in your bedroom to try and cool his body off as he laid immobilized on the bed. The second day, you came in and shut the windows.

“I understand you’re hot, Chan, but it’s snowing outside.”

With all the strength he could muster, he rushed you out of the bedroom. The top floor of the house was ground zero, and now knowing first hand how awful this bug was, he wanted you as far away from him as possible.

The third day, Chan began to feel better. He was able to make it to the bathroom without having to stop for a break, and could successfully hold down soup. With the girls fully recovered, and Chan more than halfway there, he began to feel optimistic that the bug would skip over you.

Then, the baby got sick.

Within the next 10 hours, you started to vomit.

Chan was moved out of the bedroom and into his home studio so you and the baby could quarantine in there. From what Chan could tell, you got the worst of it. The first night he sat next to you while you sobbed into the toilet, afraid to leave because you didn’t know when the nausea was going to hit again. You could barely pick your son up, who weighed at least 10 pounds less than both the girls did at 15 months. Every time he cried, you would cry harder, feeling both miserable and guilty, like you were the one who got him sick.

The only positive was that both you and the baby slept, and slept hard. The physical exhaustion from vomiting and sweating all day meant you both were getting at least 12 hours a night. That was the only time Chan would leave your side, wandering down to the couch in his home studio.

Chan tried really, really hard to fall asleep that night. He took melatonin, drank sleepy time tea, even wore an eye mask to make sure it was completely dark. He just couldn’t shut his brain off. It was jumping all over the place - from worrying about you, to coming up with new track ideas. He couldn’t calm down enough to go to sleep.

Chan removed the eye mask to check the time on his phone. 11:00. He had been trying to fall asleep for 45 minutes without success.

“Fuck it.” He mumbled to him before turning on the lights and powering up all his equipment.

If he couldn’t sleep, he sure as fuck could work.

///

2:45 am, and Chan was thanking whatever God he could that Jisung’s sleep schedule was just as fucked up as his.

“I just finished the hook for this track, if you want to give it a listen.” Jisung’s groggy voice filled the empty studio. “If you’re too tired, I get it. Just thought you might want to-“

“Nah, man. I’m wide awake. Send it.” Chan said, clicking open his email to get ready for the track.

He listened to Jisung’s keyboard click as he waited. “Sent. Everyone in your house still feeling bad?”

The notification popped up before Chan could even refresh the page. “Almost everyone. The girls are feeling better, for the most part. I still feel a bit nauseous but not bad. Not as bad as…”

“Yeah, no, we got it too.” Jisung sighed. “I’m the only one who hasn’t started throwing up, so I’ve been on newborn duty.”

Chan smiled to himself, remembering when his kids were that small and the long nights spent together in the same room he was in now. “That was my favorite part.”

“Of course it was. You never sleep, it makes sense for you to take on the night shift.”

“I mean, true. But god, the alone time with them? The way their weight felt against my chest as they slept while I worked? There’s nothing like it. I miss it.”

Jisung chuckled softly. “I get that. Being needed is always nice.”

The conversation ended there, as Chan pulled up the track to review it. He smiled while listening to it; Jisung never produced a bad track, even if he hated hearing it.

“Ji, man. You just get better everyday.” Chan said as soon as the track ended.

“Shut the fuck up. The beat at 15 seconds sounds funny-“

“It’s different, but it flows well with the rest of the song.” Chan saved the track to his computer. “I want to play around with it a bit but I doubt there’s any adjustments I need to make. It’s fucking good.”

He could hear Jisung getting flustered on the other end of the phone. “You can change whatever you need. I have some other-“ his friend was cut off by a sudden wailing noise in the background. “Again? She literally fell asleep an hour ago- Ah, Channie, I gotta go.”

Chan smiled, feeling slightly envious of his friend. “Go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

Jisung gave a quick goodbye before he ended the call, leaving Chan alone in silence. He pulled Jisung’s track back up, deciding to start messing around with it now. Maybe he could get it back to him before 5:00-

Chan was so caught up in the track that he didn’t hear the basement door close, or the thumping of tiny feet against the hardwood floor. He didn’t even notice his youngest daughter sneaking into the studio, dark, curly hair clinging to her face, a kangaroo doll clutched to her chest. He didn’t know she was there until he felt something tugging on his shirt sleeve.

Chan whirled around, spooked by the sudden movement. “Jesus Christ- oh. Jellybean, you scared me.” Chan said with a laugh. “What are you doing awake?”

She sniffled, and then Chan realized she had been crying. “I had a nightmare, Papa.”

“Oh, baby.” Chan scooped his daughter up, gathering her in his arms. His fingers found her hair, slowly threading them through it in an attempt to calm her down. “Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?”

She shook her head as she squeezed Chan tighter. “Just want Papa.”

“I’m right here, love.” Chan slowly moved the chair back and forth in a rocking motion, like he would do when they were babies. He kissed the top of her head, sweaty from sleep. As long as she needed him, he would stay, holding her against his chest.

“I have to do some work, Jellybean, but you can stay here with me if you want?” Chan whispered, pulling his chair back into the desk.

Sniffling, your daughter gave a small yes, determined to stay until she was certain there wasn’t anything lurking in her closet like her dreams had made her believe.

Chan played Jisung’s track at a low volume, adding some minor adjustments. He felt his daughter’s heart rate slow down, her sniffling stop, and he was almost certain she was asleep until she spoke again:

“Papa make this?”

“I wish. It sounds good, right?” She nodded her head in response. “Uncle Ji made it.”

He felt her smile softly against his chest. “Pretty.”

“It is pretty.”

His daughter moved her head to look up at her father. “Uncle Ji has a new baby, right?”

“Mhm. Baby girl.”

“Can we see baby soon?“

Chan smiled down at his daughter before pressing a kiss against her forehead. “When mommy and bubba feel better, we can go over and meet the baby.”

She smiled for the first time that early morning as she thought about holding the new baby. She nuzzled back into her father’s chest and said: “I like babies.”

“Babies are great.”

“I wish I was still a baby. Like Bubba. Or Uncle Ji’s baby.”

“Well, you may not be a baby. But, you’re my baby.”

“I like being your baby.”

Chan felt his heart swell as he squeezed his daughter.

Babies were fun. That bonding time Chan had with all his kids was fun. But this? This was so much better.

Lee Minho

Minho had been looking forward to this trip for weeks.

He had “spontaneously” planned it about a month ago after a long phone call with his mom. His parents didn’t live too far away from you guys; in fact, you often saw them once a week for family dinners. But, within the last few months, you all saw less and less of each other; weekly family dinners turning into monthly, if you’re lucky. The loss of family time had made his mom sad, and Minho shared that sentiment. He was close to his family, and not seeing them enough brought his mood down considerably.

After the phone call ended, Minho made his way to your shared bedroom. The bedroom tv softly played reruns of your comfort show, filling the otherwise dark room with soft blue tones. You were sitting with your back against the headboard, comforter bunched at your waist, breast pump humming softly. Minho shut the bedroom door quietly, causing your attention to shift from the tv to him.

You gave your husband a gentle smile, the same smile that made him fall in love with you all over again, and made grabby hands at him. Minho quickly dove into the bed, pushing his lower body under the duvet and resting his head in your empty lap.

Your right hand found his hair, threading your fingers through it slowly. Minho’s body visibly relaxed.

“Everything alright? You were on the phone for a while.”

Minho sighed sadly. “Yeah. Yeah, everything’s fine. I just miss my parents.”

“Me too, my love.” You said with a pout. “Did you invite them over for dinner this week?”

“I did, but dad has a work thing he can’t get out of.” Minho’s legs intertwined with yours as he tried to bring you closer to his body.

You two sat in silence for a bit. Minho felt his eyes grow heavy as you continued to play with his hair. Nobody had ever played with his hair before you. The first time you did it was at the beginning of your relationship, when he had had a really shitty day. You had held his head to your shoulder as he cried into it, one hand running up and down his spine while the other found his head. Ever since then, Minho sought your hands for comfort any time he was upset. He could always feel the tension leaving his body once your nails raked against his head. He felt safe and loved in your hands. You protected him.

“Min.” You whispered, removing your hand from his hair. “Can you move for just a second? I need to take the pump off.”

Minho rolled off your lap and onto his pillow, watching you as you carefully removed the full bags. His eyes drifted from your breast to the bassinet right next to the bed.

“When did she fall asleep?”

“About 45 minutes into your phone call.” You placed the sealed bags on your bedside table. “She was not very happy with me, though.”

“She’s never very happy with you.”

You chuckled softly, causing the corner of Minho’s lips to twitch up slightly. “She never is, is she? She definitely prefers you.”

“Ah, don’t say that-“

“I never said I was upset about it.” Pump off, you pulled yourself out of the bed in search of Minho’s shirt you slept in. “I love how much she loves you, because I love you just as much.”

Minho smiled, eyes never leaving the bassinet. He never thought he was capable of love until he met you, and then he didn’t think could love any deeper until she came along. She had smiled at him first. She had laughed at him first. He had always wished he had a sibling, but now he finally understood why some parents choose not to have more children; one was enough.

She was enough.

You finally found your shirt, quickly putting it on and grabbing the bags of milk. “I’m going to put these in the garage freezer, then we can go to bed. Sound good?”

You had slipped out of the room before Minho could respond, but it was okay. His thoughts were too focused on his daughter, what it felt like to be a parent, to be her parent.

God, he missed his parents.

By the time you made it back to the bedroom, Minho was running you through his idea. He had two weeks of unused vacation time, and you hadn’t left the city since the baby was born three months ago. You both needed a vacation, and Minho needed more family time. He would call his mom in the morning and run the dates by her, making sure they were okay with a two week visit.

And of course they were.

Every morning, on his way out the door, Minho would kiss your forehead, smother the baby with kisses, and shout how many days were left until your mini vacation.

“20 days!”

“13 days!”

“One week!”

“One more sleep!”

Before Minho knew it, you were making the short drive to his parents. Less than an hour without traffic, he planned to make it there before breakfast.

You sat in the passenger seat, knees up to your chest and leaning towards Minho. His hand rested firmly on your knee, rubbing his thumb in smoothing circles as he drove with one hand. The car was quiet; baby snoozing in her car seat, your playlist quietly filling the car, the morning summer sun warming the car slightly. In Minho’s opinion, it was the perfect day.

“My mom talked about taking Bubs to the zoo sometime this week.” Minho said, voice barely louder than the music.

“Hmm, that sounds like fun. I don’t think I packed her a hat, though.”

“Mom might have one. If not, we can always go out today and look for one. Dad said there’s this cute baby shop close by- FUCK.” Minho shouted, slamming on the brakes. His arm flew out in front of you, keeping you back against the seat.

If he hadn't been paying attention, he would have rear ended the car in front of him who hit the brakes just as hard as he did. The once quiet car was now filled with heavy panting, and loud cries of your daughter who woken from the sudden stop and Minho’s cursing.

“Bubs.” You panted, unbuckling your seatbelt and throwing yourself into the backseat. Quickly buckling her, scooping her into your chest and shushing her as you rocked her back and forth.

Minho was frozen. His arm that braced you still slung over the center console, his other hand gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white. His body, once warm from the summer sun, was now ice cold with fear.

Nothing had happened; it looked like it was just an early morning traffic jam. Someone in front of him hadn’t been paying attention and slammed on their brakes too late, causing a domino effect. Causing him to slam on his brakes so he didn’t hit a car.

It could have been so much worse.

Minho shifted the car into park and quickly unbuckled his seatbelt. Fuck, it felt so constricting. Turning around, he reached behind him to grab your hand.

“Is she okay?” He asked, wide eyes staring at his daughter’s head.

You nodded your head. “I think she just got scared.” He heard your voice crack. His eyes shot up to your face, watching hot tears stream quickly down your face. “Fuck, Minho, that could’ve been so bad.”

“Oh, no.” Fuck traffic laws. Minho crawled over the console into the backseat with you, his mind anywhere but the cars surrounding him. “Hey, no.” His thumbs wiped your face clean. “It’s just a traffic jam. We’re okay.” He pulled both of you into his arms, your face buried into his shoulder as you sobbed.

Minho brought a shaky hand up to your head and slowly began combing your hair with his fingers. He planted a kiss on your forehead, keeping up with the flow of his hands. Your fingers always made him feel safe, and now he needed to do the same for you.

“I'm here. I’m right here, love.”

///

You refused to leave the backseat for the rest of the trip. You leaned over your daughter’s car seat, hands going from her little feet, to touching her little head, to grabbing her chubby hands. This was where you needed to be - right by her side. Even if it was just a little scare, the fear that threatened to drown you wouldn’t leave. You knew eventually it would, but now? For now, you weren’t leaving.

Minho didn’t want to drive. He didn’t want to be separated from either of you. He needed to be next to you, to feel your heartbeat against his chest, to feel your hands in his hair. He needed to feel his daughter’s hand gripping his finger, needed to hear her giggle as he kissed her belly over and over.

The traffic jam didn’t cut much time off the trip - Minho was back on his route in a matter of minutes. He drove quickly, wanting to be out of the car and in your arms.

The moment he parked the car, he was out, running to the back of the car to open your door. Once he flung it open, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in close.

In his head, Minho knew he was overreacting. It was a small traffic jam that was over quickly. If he had been by himself, he would’ve been pissed, but would’ve gotten over it before traffic even started moving again. But, he wasn’t by himself. You were in the car. She was in the car. And there was no way in hell he was going to let anything happen to either of you.

From her car seat, your daughter started to fuss. You turned around to grab her when Minho grabbed your arm.

“Let me.” He said, eyes brimming with tears. “Please.”

You nodded, sliding out of the car so he could climb in and grab her.

Her eyes were still shut, small baby fists up by her face as she tried to stretch the sleepy out. Minho smiled to himself, tears finally falling, as he pulled her out of her car seat.

“Oh, hi my girl.” He whispered. Your daughter, hearing her father’s voice, slowly cracked her eyes open. “I missed you.”

The baby yawned in response, nuzzling herself deeper into her father’s chest. Minho chuckled, leaning down and kissing all over her small face. The baby wiggled, and he swore she was trying to push him away with her tiny little hands. But, Minho didn’t stop. He kissed all over her face, blowing raspberries on her cheeks until she released a shriek like baby laugh.

Minho felt your chin rest on his shoulder, looking down at her. He blew one last raspberry on her belly this time, just to get her to laugh again.

You laughed with your baby. “Oh Bubs, is daddy so silly?”

She giggled in response, nuzzling back into his chest.

Minho was so caught up in his daughter that he didn’t even hear his mother approach the car.

“I thought I heard a car door!”

You turned around, running up to your mother-in-law. “Oh, hi, mom.”

Minho looked up to see you two hug, exchanging “I missed you”s and comments on new haircuts. The baby in his arms squirmed, ready for more attention from her father.

“Do I hear a baby?”

Minho smiled at his mom, then looked back down at his daughter, who was staring at him like he hung the stars.

She didn’t even know he felt the same about her.

As his mom’s voice grew closer, Minho felt safe. Minho felt loved. Minho felt comforted.

It was how he always felt with you and Bubs around, and his mom just added more warmth to those feelings. You two were his safety.

You two were his home.

Seo Changbin

Sundays.

A day for sleeping in.

A day for getting those last minute chores done before the new work week begins.

A day for easy dinners and family tv show nights.

Most families would say Sundays are their favorite day of the week. Sundays are easy, Sundays are quiet, Sundays are peaceful.

For Changbin, he would say it depends on the season. Because spring Sundays were anything but easy, quiet, and peaceful.

If he slept past 6:30 on a spring Sunday, he could go ahead and count the day as a loss, because there was no way he was coming back from that. All three kids were typically awake by 7:15, the twins grouchy and hungry as Bin tries to get them dressed for the day. You typically took baby duty; he preferred you to your husband and was struggling with dependency issues. Besides, Changbin would much rather tackle the two snappy seven year olds than let you navigate the absolute chaos that was the oldest boys.

The night before, Changbin set multiple alarms to make sure he woke up before you. Sundays were his busiest days, and he wanted to sneak a workout in before the chaos erupted in his household.

The problem with alarms is, no matter how many he sets, he will always sleep through them.

However, he was proud of himself today. He woke up on the third alarm instead of the sixth like usual. For a brief second, he thought this Sunday would be easier than all the other Sundays of this month.

Rolling over in the bed, he reached out for you only to be greeted by cold bed sheets. Changbin quickly sat up, thoroughly confused. He was sure he would be the first to wake up. After all, why would you be awake before him, at 5:45 on a Sunday? He cursed at himself under his breath as he hoisted himself out of bed and threw on the first pair of sweatpants he could find. This shouldn’t have happened. You shouldn’t have been awake before him, and he wanted to know why you were.

The moment Changbin stepped outside of your shared bedroom, he felt his foot press against something strong and sharp. He leaned against the door, hissing in pain as he picked up his foot to investigate what the hell he had just blindly stepped on.

“Goddamn cleats.” He cussed, kicking the shoe out of his way. How many times did he have to remind the boys to leave their shoes at the front door?

“Seo Changbin, shut UP.” He heard you hiss from the kitchen.

The kitchen?

At 5:45?

Limping slightly, he made his way to the kitchen. On the short walk there, Changbin found himself running into more things: his left big toe stubbed against a bat, he felt a pacifier squish under his foot, one of the twins’ many reusable water bottles almost made him slip and fall on the hardwood.

Changbin used to think he was envious of the people who got to clean on Sundays. Now he realized, as he stepped on the cleat matching the one in front of your bedroom door, he really fucking hated those people.

He was ready to curse everyone who had an easy Sunday until he saw you, and finally realized why you were the first one up.

Your hair was tied messily back, strands falling in front of your face as you supported the youngest of your three sons with one hand and used the other to peel oranges. The youngest had his eyes closed, nestled into your chest as he softly ate. Your shirt (that you had stolen from Changbin within your first year together and refused to return) was wet with a mixture of orange juice and baby spit up. You were frazzled, overworked, and exhausted.

And now, Changbin was upset he overslept for a different reason.

“Baby, why are you awake?” Changbin asked, rushing over to your side to grab the orange you were about to drop.

Once he grabbed it, you leaned against the fridge to support your weight. The baby weighed more than the twins and you were exhausted from supporting him with one arm for so long. “Bean was fussing, so I got up to go check on him and feed him. As I was doing that, I checked my phone and saw a reminder text that it’s our turn to bring snacks to the t-ball game this afternoon. I totally fucking forgot, Changbin. I tried to put him back to sleep, but with his dependency issues and cluster feeding, he wouldn’t let me put him down, so I brought him out here with me.” Your head hit the fridge door with a thud. “I only got three oranges peeled before I heard you yelling.”

Changbin felt his heart sink. He had spent so much time this morning grumbling about being behind schedule when you had been doing all this work by yourself. To say he felt like an asshole would be an understatement. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

You waved your hand as if to dismiss him. “You were sleeping so peacefully, and I knew we’d have a busy day today. I just wanted you to sleep.”

“First,” Changbin placed the orange on the kitchen island and closed the space in between you two, “always wake me up. You are far more important than any amount of sleep. Second, while I feel like such a fucking dick for letting you do this alone, I wanted to let you know how grateful I am for you. You are an amazing wife and an even better mother, and I couldn’t do this without you.” Changbin’s eyes drifted from your face to the baby attached to your chest. He had let go of your nipple, breathing heavily as he slept against your chest. “Third, you suck at peeling oranges. Let me take over. Go put Bean to bed and then yourself.”

“But, Changbin-“

“Nah, I don’t want to hear it. No kid is going to want to eat these oranges with a shitty peel job.” He playfully scoffed. “Who taught you how to do this? No wonder the twins never eat them when you pack them for lunch.”

Using your free hand, you playfully punched his shoulder. Changbin cried out in fake pain and dramatically grasped his shoulder, whining about how you injured his orange peeling arm.

“You’re obnoxious.” You whispered with a grin on your face.

“It’s been 10 years, you’re just noticing that?”

Laughing softly, you grabbed him by the forearm and pulled him in for a kiss. “I love and adore you.”

Changbin pecked your lips once, twice, and then a third time. “I love and adore you, too.”

He watched you walk out of the kitchen, heart swelling in adoration. You were like a superhero in his eyes - someone navigating the world with three loud, clingy boys and their equally clingy father with an abundance of grace. Changbin didn’t know how you did it, but he wanted to, because he never wanted you to have to go through this alone. The baby’s bedroom door shut, allowing Changbin to direct his attention to the half peeled orange in his hand.

He picked up one and glanced at the clock on the oven. 6:00 am. He had maybe an hour to get most of these oranges peeled before he had to start breakfast. There was no way he was going to let the twins go to their t-ball tournament without eating breakfast. Just like he wouldn’t let them go without sunscreen-

Sunscreen.

Shit.

That’s what he forgot to pick up at the store last night.

He aggressively picked at the orange, trying to peel them faster so he could slip away to the store before anyone else in his household woke up.

“Goddamn sunscreen.” He mumbled to himself.

Sundays in the Seo household were busy, loud, and chaotic.

But goddamn, did Changbin love Sundays.

Hwang Hyunjin

“Fuck.” Hyunjin mumbles under his breath as he takes a sharp left turn, barely missing the car speeding towards him. “Sorry!” He calls as the driver honked at him, as if they could hear his half ass apology.

The car pulled into a parking spot with a squeak, and Hyunjin barely turned the car off before throwing himself out of it. “Fuck.” He curses, yet again, locking the car before running inside. He was late. Like, late late. Hyunjin was never exactly “on time”, but he also was never this late. In his defense, he had lost track of time. It completely slipped his mind that it was Thursday.

There was a line at the clock out desk. He bit his lip and aggressively untied his ponytail, trying to distract himself before he started cursing in front of all the other parents at his daughter’s daycare. When it was his turn, his code didn’t work. Hands shaking with frustration, he pulled his phone out and quickly called you.

“Hyunjin-“

“What’s your code?” He slightly snapped.

“What code?”

“The code for Pumpkin’s school. What is it?”

“Our anniversary.”

“Which one?”

“Yah, Hwang Hyunjin-“

“We have like, five. Which one?” He hated when he lost his temper with you, and he knew he would be begging for forgiveness later tonight, but he was already going to have to apologize for how late he was.

“Wedding. 1027.” Your voice was laced with anger.

He quickly punched in the code and was rewarded with the click of the front door unlocking. “Thank you, honey.”

“Hurry, please.” You said and hung up the phone without saying goodbye.

Fuck.

That was three.

When pregnant with Pumpkin, you were insistent on applying for daycares early. They made you nervous, and you wanted some place that you felt safe leaving your child. Hyunjin had remembered Chan talking about this preschool they looked at for his son - very prestigious, excellent reviews, very low acceptance rate. The website promised small class sizes, lots of one on one engagement, parent/teacher interactions daily. It was the perfect school. Five months pregnant, you two toured the school and immediately sent in your application. Hyunjin got the call offering Pumpkin a spot while he was driving you to the hospital. But, she had gotten in. Four years later, you and Hyunjin were still so in love with the school.

So, that’s why he felt bad for sprinting through it today.

He almost slid past Pumpkin’s classroom, leaning in to catch her attention.

“Yah, Hwang.” He said. Your daughter snapped her head around, braids he had put in this morning loose from a busy day of playing. “Let’s roll.”

Your daughter put the marker she was coloring with down before sprinting to her father. Hyunjin squated to catch her, picking her up and spinning her as he kissed all over the top of her head.

“Hey, Pumpkin. How was your day?”

Before your daughter could answer, her teacher popped up in the doorway. “We have some papers for you to take home and sign,” the teacher said, handing Hyunjin what he considered to be a small packet “if you could turn these into the office by Monday, that would be great.”

He nodded, quickly saying thank you. “Say bye, Pumpkin, we’ve got to go-“

“Oh, quickly, before you run off.”

It took everything Hyunjin had inside him not to sigh.

“We had a bit of trouble keeping our hands to ourselves today. We pulled our friend’s hair quite a few times and-“

Your daughter looked up at Hyunjin, face scrunched in disgust. “THEY started it. They touched me when I said NO.”

Fuck.

Four.

“That wasn’t kind of them not to listen, you’re right. But that doesn’t mean you can-“

“But it’s my body, and I said no. Mommy said I can always be mean if they don’t listen to my no-“

“I mean, you’re right-“

“So I can pull hair.”

“No.”

“Why?”

Hyunjin closed his eyes and took a deep breath. As much as he wanted to deep dive into this topic, the clock was ticking and they had to go. Now.

Hyunjin grabbed his daughter’s backpack, forcing her to apologize to her teacher before running back down the hallway and out the front door. During the first few years of parenthood, Hyunjin struggled with car seats. He couldn’t figure out the buckles, had a hard time taking them out of the car, and, much to your horror, often forgot to take coats off before buckling in. That mistake he fixed quickly, but the others? It took him years to get it right and get it done in less than two minutes.

Today, however, he broke his record, buckling Pumpkin up and adjusting the chest clip in 30 seconds even. He would brag about that later. It was time to go.

///

The class had already started by the time Hyunjin and Pumpkin came barreling through the door. His daughter, spotting her brother, dropped the doll and made a beeline to him.

Hyunjin sighed, as he scanned the room for you. You were sitting against the back wall with the rest of the parents, still dressed in work clothes, hair bumpy from the bun it had sat in all day. Hyunjin stepped over the other parents, sliding down the open spot next to you. He leaned in to give you a kiss on the forehead, but you moved your head before his lips could connect.

“Hey.” He whispered.

You shook your head. “You’re so late, Hyunjin.”

He sighed, bringing his pointer and middle finger up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I know, I’m sorry. Meetings ran long, and then I got caught up in the studio and completely lost track of time-“

“And then you snapped at me.”

“I did. I’m sorry. I was frustrated with myself for running late and lost my temper. I’m so sorry.” Hyunjin felt like shit. He should know by now; dance practice was every Thursday after school for both kids. You always picked up Bear, he always picked up Pumpkin. It was your family routine since they started dance class. Hyunjin had no excuse.

He stared at his kids who were smiling at each other, whispering about their days. They were best friends, and if Hyunjin thought about their relationship for longer than a few seconds, he would cry. He didn’t have siblings, so watching them love each other filled his heart with a joy he has never known.

“Bear had his timed math quiz today. Answered them all correctly.” You said, head leaning slightly towards your husband.

Hyunjin smiled. You did this often - you hated focusing on conflict for too long, and after apologies were given, you would switch the topic. You never held a grudge, especially against Hyunjin, and he was always grateful for your conflict management.

“Couldn’t have been me.” Hyunjin rested his head on yours, wanting to be closer to you. Typically, you both kept PDA to a minimum, especially at your children’s activities. Hyunjin, however, didn’t give a shit today. He needed to be closer to you. “I was awful at math.”

You chuckled softly, leaning into him more. “Same. I don’t know where he got that from.”

“Pumpkin pulled some kid’s hair today because they wouldn’t stop poking her. She said she told them no, and they wouldn’t stop, so she took matters into her own hands.”

“Good for her.”

“Right? We know where she got that from.” Hyunjin glanced down at you with a smile.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Your voice dripping with sarcasm. “I always keep my hands to myself.”

Hyunjin couldn’t stop the loud laugh he released. The night you two had met, and the moment Hyunjin knew he needed to know you, he had watched you throw a drink in a man’s face. The man had been following your friend around all night, not taking no for an answer, and you had just gotten sick of it. When he approached your table for the fifth time that night, you had taken a sip of your vodka soda, then threw it right in his face. The man began to raise his voice at you and threatened you, while you just laughed at him crying over a little vodka in his eyes. Changbin had walked over to try to get the guy to leave you alone, and you had snapped at him, saying you could defend yourself. Eventually, the creep left. Changbin attempted to apologize to you by buying you a new drink, but you waved him off and gave him a quick apology of your own. It was then that Hyunjin went to retrieve his friend, sensing that you and your friends didn’t need another man hanging around your table. You had made eye contact with Hyunjin right as he grabbed Changbin’s arm.

“You don’t need to buy me a drink.” You had said to Changbin before looking at Hyunjin and smirking. “But if you wanted to, I wouldn’t stop you.”

So he bought you a drink.

And now you were watching your children stretch for their weekly dance class.

Hyunjin couldn’t be happier.

///

Bed time was the most draining part of Hyunjin’s day. It also happened to be bath night, which made the process longer and more complicated than Hyunjin would have liked it to be.

Pumpkin changed pajamas five times before she felt satisfied with the pair she had on. Hyunjin didn’t see what the difference was between this pair of polka dot pajamas and the other, but he was picking his battles. Finally climbing into bed, Hyunjin sat next to her, opening the first book she requested.

Midway through the book, Pumpkin looked up at her father. “Can you hold me, daddy?” Her voice was so soft, so gentle. How could he say no?

Collecting his daughter in his arms, he continued with the book. By the end of it, she was snoring - head against his right bicep, legs resting on his left arm, little hands gripping on his shirt as if she was afraid of him letting go. Hyunjin closed the book and let it fall to the floor, grabbing his daughter and holding her closer to his chest.

She wasn’t the snuggly kid. When Pumpkin no longer needed support, she rarely sought out hugs or cuddles. She just didn’t want it, and while he respected it, it had completely shattered his heart. He felt like she didn’t need him, and while he adored her independence, he just wanted to hold his daughter like he used to.

Hyunjin shifted lower in the small bed, trying to get more comfortable. He would sit like this just for a few more minutes. Then, he would lay her down, tuck her in, and crawl into bed with you.

Just a few more minutes of this.

Just a few.

///

Hyunjin’s eyes shot open when he felt someone playing with his hair.

“Hey. Want to come to bed?” You whispered, a soft smile on your face.

Wasn’t he in bed?

Why did the ceiling have stars on it?

Hyunjin turned his head to his left, where Pumpkin laid next to him. She had stretched out, but still had a tight grip on his shirt. The duvet covers were twisted and pushed to the middle of the bed, barely covering her little body. One of his legs hung off the side of the bed, foot brushing against the book he dropped earlier in the evening.

He brought a hand to his face, rubbing his eyes. “What time is it?”

“11:00.” You whispered. Fuck, he had been asleep a while then. “I didn’t want to bother you, but when I heard something fall, I figured it was time to wake you up.”

Something fell?

Hyunjin lifted his head to see his daughter’s alarm clock on the floor, numbers creating a pink hue on the carpet. He was too lanky for this small bed.

“I should probably…” his voice trailed off once he looked at his daughter again. Sleeping soundly. Eyes twitching as she dreamed. What was she dreaming about? He was dying to know what went on in her little head.

He looked back up at you, eyes hot with tears. “Can I stay here? Just for a bit longer.” His voice a shaky whisper.

You nodded before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I’ll wake you up in the morning.”

Hyunjin slowly reached down and grabbed the duvet cover, pulling it over both his and Pumpkin’s body. Pumpkin nuzzled into the warmth, head finding her father’s chest against. Carefully, he moved her slightly so he could fit his other leg on the bed.

She’s spunky. She stays ready to fight anyone who even looks at her wrong. She loves her brother more than Hyunjin ever thought someone could love a sibling. She’s funny, and loud, an absolute force. She looks just like him; big brown eyes, long black hair, always mimicking his disgusted face. She’s absolutely everything to him.

He placed a gentle kiss on her head, before allowing his eyes to shut. He was never leaving her side.

Han Jisung

Jisung is convinced he was made to be a father.

Nothing brings him more joy than caring for others or being needed. He loves when his younger friends, and sometimes older ones, rely on him for support or ask him for advice. He feels important, and likes that they see him as someone they can trust, who is always there for him.

So when you told him you were pregnant, he felt like running laps. It was a big show; first his eyes became saucers as he processed your news. Next came the jaw drop, quickly covered by his hands as he let out a soft screech. “Really?” He asked, and when you nodded, there was too much excitement in his body to stay still. Jisung jumped up from the bed, steps bouncy as he ran over to you, hugging you so tightly you had to warn him to be gentle.

“We’re having a baby.” He whispered in your ear.

The next time he said that sentence, it was more of a scream. So much so that Changbin, on the other side of the phone, cursed at him for being so loud and asked him to repeat himself. Jisung spent the next hour or so calling all of his friends, giddy about the fact that it was his turn to have a baby, and the best part about it? He gets to have a baby with you, the most important person in the world. The person who hung the stars, who holds the entire world in the palm of their hands. You. He gets to do this with you, and that’s all he could ask for.

By month three, he has the hospital bag packed (“We need to be prepared!” He said as he stuffed a quokka doll in the overpacked duffel bag). By month five, he had already read every new parent book he could find at the local bookstore. By month eight, you could place him in the middle of a delivery room and he would know exactly what to do. The amount of knowledge he retained in such a short amount of time was so impressive, and it really worked out in the end.

Your doctor commented that she had never had such a smooth delivery with a patient, and you really had Jisung to thank for it. Not only was he ready, but he knew how to keep you calm, how to support you and make sure you felt as prepared as he did. He helped you up from the bed, to the yoga ball, even to the inflatable pool, which is where you stayed until the baby was born not even an hour later. Sitting behind you in his swim trunks, Jisung held your hand, whispering encouraging words and repeated praises. You were magical, you were strong, and he was completely in awe of you.

His awe transferred over to your daughter. Your perfect, beautiful daughter with the squishiest cheeks anyone has ever seen. She had a full head of dark hair, and even though she was right out of the womb, she looked so much like Jisung it was almost scary. Copy and paste; she was his twin.

The obsession with her began when you told him you were pregnant, and only grew. Jisung practically lived with a baby carrier strapped to his chest, your daughter nuzzled against his chest as he went about his day. Be it the house or the studio, if Jisung was moving about, you could bet the baby was with him.

She was just as attached to him as he was her; the sound of his voice always made her big, brown eyes light up. She slept better when he put her down, did better in public spaces if he held her. They were inseparable, and it made your heart swell. You had front row seats to their love, often getting to be in the middle of their affection. The little family that everyone dreams of was your reality.

It was one of the rare days Jisung couldn’t take her to work with him; they were shooting all day, and frankly his stylist was over cleaning up baby spit up off his clothes. It broke your heart to see the way his eyes watered as lingered at the bedroom door to find an excuse to stay.

“Are you sure you feel well?” He asks you, trying to blink back his tears. “I can stay and make sure you get enough rest.”

You felt fine, there was no reason to ask that, but you could tell he was trying to find something to get him out of work. To let him stay home with his two favorite people in the world. “Ji.” You whisper, trying not to wake the baby asleep on your chest. “We’re going to be alright. Go to work, we’ll be here when you get back.”

He looks down at his feet, shoving shaky hands into his sweatpants. “I just miss you guys already.” And though you can’t see his face clearly, you know the tears have broken, a little sniffle accompanied by his confession.

A promise to FaceTime him later (more than once) is what finally gets him out the door after you kiss his tears away. Leaving her, leaving you, never gets easier. The older your daughter got, the harder it was to be away from her. Especially in such a heavy developmental stage; he was so scared he would miss big moments.

He had missed the first him she rolled over, and the day she started crawling. When he laid next to her on the ground during tummy time, it shocked him when she proceeded to crawl on top of him instead of staying still. Jisung turned his head to you as you stood by the couch.

“I was about to show you the video, but I guess she beat me to it.” You said with a giggle, dropping to the floor next to him to lay with them. She crawled fully onto Jisung’s chest, chubby baby hands grabbing his cheeks and squishing them between her little fingers. And while he was so proud of her, so excited to feel her death grip on his cheeks, he couldn’t help but feel sad that he missed seeing it first.

All day on set, he looked forward to your calls, praying that he didn’t miss anything exciting. So far the day seemed normal, if not dull. You called as you made breakfast, and he watched her refuse a spoonful of mashed pears.

“She doesn’t like them.” He said, eyes shut as they worked on his makeup. “I told you that, but you never listen-“

“She eats them for you!” You said, and he can hear his daughter fussing as you attempt to try again.

“Yeah, well she likes me best.”

When you huffed, he laughed, eyes opening just enough to see a playful pout on your face as you abandoned the pears and tried applesauce instead. You opened your mouth, mimicking the action you wanted the baby to make as you closed in with the spoon. When her lips wrapped around the yellow plastic, you smiled brightly, turning to the camera.

“She never eats applesauce for you.”

He shakes his head, chuckling softly. “Fine, she likes you better.”

“Thanks, I know.”

Both you and Jisung went about your days, him sneakily looking at his phone on set to see if there were any updates. He smiled at the selfies you sent, at the video of her gripping onto your hair and practically ripping it out, and at a clip of her watching one of his music videos, focused on him any time he was on screen. She giggled any time she heard his voice, inching closer to the screen as if she could reach him.

God, he wanted to be home.

Around dinner time, they finally started to wrap up, each member just as antsy to get home to their own families. Jisung was the first one changed and out the door, unable to slow down until he pulled into your neighborhood. The car was barely turned off before he barreled out of it, kicking his shoes off at the garage door and haphazardly throwing his backpack down next to them. Nothing was more important than seeing you two.

He found you in the master bathroom, leaning over the tub that was filled with an abundance of toys, but little water. You were singing to the baby, who was giggling loudly as you gently scrubbed shampoo into her thick hair.

Good. He hadn’t missed much of bath time.

“Hey.” Jisung said, walking over to the tub and kneeling down beside you. You turned to face your fiancé, smiling happily at his arrival. His lips gently brushed against yours, melting away every ounce of worry and stress the day had brought him.

“Hi.” You mumbled before giving him another kiss. “Sorry, I would’ve waited for you but somebody-“ you dramatically turned your head, playfully narrowing your eyes at your daughter, who giggled at the quick almost movement. “-decided she wanted to spit dinner up allllllll over herself.”

Jisung gasped loudly, pulling more laughs out of the child, who seemed too proud of herself. “Not my Squish.”

“Oh, your Squish.” Your own laughs were added in this time, unable to keep a straight face any longer. “Can you hang out with her for a minute? I forgot to grab a towel from her bathroom.”

Silly question - of course he was going to say yes.

Rolling up his sleeves, Jisung took over the bath time routine, clicking his tongue as he turned on the tap for fresh water. “Were you a pain today for mama?”

The smile on her face, which was often compared to his own mischievous smile, was telling enough. Covering his daughter’s eyes, Jisung rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, double checking that it was gone before grabbing a rag. Squeezing the soap onto it, he caught her staring at him. Almost a year old, and everyday, he falls in love with her all over again.

God, what did Jisung do to get so lucky?

“Alright, Squish.” Jisung said once the soap was lathered enough. “Ready for dada to-“

“Dada.”

“Huh?”

The rag dropped into the tub, the impact creating a small splash. Blinking, he stared at his daughter, who was ecstatic about the bubbles created by the rag at her feet. He knows he heard her wrong. There was no way she just-

“Say that again?” Jisung asked, completely forgetting that she’s a baby and isn’t capable of speaking on command.

But, she shocked him again. “Dada.” Blinking at him, she reached out for him while babbling his name over and over.

Jisung scrambled to find his phone before he remembered it was in his bag by the garage. Fuck, you need to hear this. He doesn’t want you to miss this-

“Did you wash her body yet?”

“Dada.”

You paused in your tracks, eyes darting from your daughter to Jisung. “Did she just-“

“She did.” He said, wide eyes still staring at the baby, who, much like her father, could not stop talking.

“Dada, dada, dada-“

The towel is abandoned on the ground as you run over to the tub, dropping down to your original position. Side by side, you and Jisung kneeled over the tub, staring at the baby.

“That’s her first word, Ji.” You whisper, reaching out to unfasten her from the bath seat. She didn’t stop talking, even as you pulled her out. Squirming, she reached out for Jisung, calling his name over and over until he took her from your arms.

He took her from you, shirt soaked as the baby settled in his arms. Awestruck, he rubbed her back, listening to her words because more of a babble, but it was impossible for him not to hear it. He was her first word.

You smiled at him, a hand falling to his cheek and redirecting his attention. When he looked at you, he saw the joyful tears in your eyes, saw the pure adoration you had for the two of them. “I’m so glad you’re home, Ji.”

Lee Felix

People always seemed surprised to find out Felix was a stay at home dad. Before having kids, he was very devoted to his job, often working later hours than necessary and bringing work home with him. He enjoyed his job, but he knew you did as well. So as soon as you surprised him with three sticks and a little stuffed chick, he told his boss that his last day was your due date.

Sure, he loved his job. But he loved you more.

That’s why he was now, very happily, standing in the kitchen making pancakes at 9 am. The five month old slept soundly in the fabric carrier against his chest. Little baby snores filled his ears along with the sound of your three year old’s crayons scraping across her coloring book.

“Bug, what do you want in your pancakes?” Felix softly called.

Your daughter hummed as she thought, then loudly exclaimed: “Chocolate chips!”

Felix laughed and shook his head, grabbing a handful of the semisweet chips and sprinkling them over the pancake.

“Extra, please!”

“Ah, you know you can’t have that much chocolate in the morning.”

She tsked, and for a brief second, Felix wasn’t sure if he was talking to you or your daughter. “But it’s a no school day. Please, daddy?”

Felix was nothing if not whipped.

Laughing softly, he grabbed a small handful and turned to look at your daughter.

“Fine, but don’t tell your mom, okay?”

Your daughter grinned as she nodded in agreement.

Felix swears up and down that she’s a carbon copy of you. From her jaw structure to her hair, all the way to her nose - when he looks at her, he sees you. From the moment he held her, he saw you. If possible, that made him love her even more.

But that smile? That was his. She had his smile, and that was enough for him.

Breakfast went smoothly. Felix decided to save the chocolate chips for your daughter and put blueberries in his. She squealed when she noticed the jar of homemade whipped cream he had placed in the middle of the table (“I helped daddy make this!”) and ended up waking her brother. Somehow, Felix juggled feeding the baby and feeding himself while keeping chocolate (mostly) off your daughter.

Typically, after breakfast, everyone would change out of their jammies into day time clothes. It helped Felix feel more productive, and if they ever needed to leave, he wouldn’t have to wrestle a three year old out of the too-small dinosaur onesie she refuses to take off. Felix decided to switch things up this morning, allowing your daughter to camp out on the living room floor with as many stuffed animals as she wanted and let her watch a movie before they went on their afternoon walk.

Felix enjoyed the simplicity of these kinds of mornings.

Not even halfway through Moana, your daughter was softly snoring at his feet. Felix sat with his back against the couch, on the floor with his children. To his right was the baby, staring up at the dim living room lights from the nursing pillow he was rested on.

“Whatcha looking at, little bug?” He asked in a whisper. The baby’s eyes moved quickly from the lights to his father, staring brightly up at him.

If your daughter had his smile, the smallest child had his eyes. Felix would never grow tired of looking into them.

“Mommy should be home soon.” Felix grabbed the child’s covered foot, shaking it lightly. “She should be here before we go on our walk. Should she come with us?” His fingers danced up the baby belly, softly tickling the sides. “Hm? Do you want mommy to go on a walk with us?”

Your son’s giggles filled the living room, smiling widely as his father tickled him.

That smile? That was yours. And that was Felix’s favorite feature.

Felix was so caught up on making his son laugh that he didn’t hear the front door open. He didn’t hear the way you kicked off your shoes, exhausted from your flight in. He didn’t see you slowly tiptoe into the living room, not wanting to interrupt the giggle party.

He was laughing with his son, smothering the soft baby face with small kisses. Your son squealed, loving every bit of the attention he was getting from his father.

You would hate to interrupt, but you didn’t want to be left out of the party, either.

“What are you two giggly boys doing?” You asked, leaning over the couch to peek at them.

Your son, seeing your head pop up above him, giggled harder. His stubby hands reached up, wanting to be in your embrace. Quickly, you climbed over the couch and sat next to Felix, scooping the baby up and smothering his face with kisses.

“Oh, I missed you so much baby bug.” You said with a content sigh, squeezing your baby into your chest, determined to never let him go.

Felix pressed a soft kiss against the side of your forehead. “Hey, love.”

You smiled, turning to fully face him. He was so close you could count his freckles. “Hi.”

Felix’s left hand reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Leaning into his touch, you sighed. Your work took you to many places, but no place felt as warm as here did. No place felt as comfortable. As soon as your plane landed at a new destination, you were always ready to leave.

Because any place without Felix, without your babies, wasn’t a place worth being.

Felix kisses you deeply, hand holding your chin steady. He tasted like whipped cream and coffee, smelled like baby soap and his cologne. He brought both hands to your face to kiss you deeper. He wanted you to feel how much he loved you. How much he missed you.

Whenever someone asked Felix why he chose to stay home with his children, the answer was always an easy one.

“I love you.” You whispered against his lips.

He smiled, kissing the tip of your nose.

Because nothing, no job, no person, no place, would ever mean more to him-

“I love you, more.”

Your hand softly touched his cheeks, ready to go in for another kiss, when you heard movement at your feet.

-than the three of you do.

“Mommy?” Your daughter asked, voice groggy with sleep. She crawled up both yours and Felix’s legs, burying her face in your lap.

You smiled, tucking her hair behind her ears as she fell back asleep.

“You know,” you whispered, careful not to disrupt the peace, “she looks like you.”

Kim Seungmin

Seungmin firmly believes you can never be too prepared.

Car won’t start? Don’t worry, Seungmin has jumper cables and his mechanic on speed dial if he can’t get it started for you. Forgot your headphones for a five hour flight? Not sweat; he brought three extra pairs just in case. Stupid hangnail bothering you? Give him a second to find the spare set of clippers he always has. And don’t worry, they’re sanitized after every use.

If anything, you could say that Seungmin is over prepared.

But isn’t it better that way? No more stressing, trying to figure out how to handle a situation that’s just been thrown at you. If Seungmin is there, you have nothing to worry about, because he’s ready. His backup plans have backup plans. You can rest easy knowing he is prepared for the absolute worst at any moment.

Well, every moment, except one.

He knew about your pregnancy before you did. His phone had notified him that your new cycle was due, so he waited for your typical period requests.

“Can we just order in tonight?”

“I ate the last of the popcorn, could you go out and grab more?”

“Minnie, could you pretty please run a hot bath for me?”

As always, he was prepared.

But when days passed with no requests, Seungmin began to think it wasn’t coming.

He came home with two boxes, four tests in total. You were confused - your period was only five days late. It wasn’t that big of a deal. But, knowing how your husband always wants to be prepared, you agreed to take the tests.

You two sat crisscross on the bathroom floor across from each other, tests face down. When the alarm went off, you grabbed two each, counted down from three, and flipped them at the same time.

Four VERY positive tests.

And thus, the baby prep began.

Seungmin read every book he could get his hands on, from what to expect during birth to early childhood development textbooks. He researched different ways to give birth, took notes, and thoroughly discussed every option with you. He watched so many birthing videos, he could probably deliver a baby himself. Seungmin asked all the right questions at every appointment without overstepping, listened to you about what you felt was best, and made sure he was ready for a baby to come at any moment.

The hospital bag was packed at twelve weeks. The nursery? Up at twenty weeks and finished within a day, with the help of Seungmin’s friends.

“Why do I have to build the crib? It’s not my baby.” Jisung whined from the nursery floor.

“Shut up and hand me the screwdriver.” Changbin replied.

Kim Seungmin, prepared for anything.

You were late and growing more frustrated by the day. The back pains were almost unbearable, you bend over to tie your shoe, and why, for the love of god, were you dripping in sweat in the middle of January?

Your doctor set a date for induction, even though you fought her on it.

“We’ll schedule it just in case.” She said, helping you off the exam table. “If he comes sooner, great, but we need to be prepared in case he needs some help.”

“I just would rather him come when he’s ready.”

Your doctor smiled sympathetically at you. “I understand. This is just a backup plan. I can give you some tips on how to naturally induce labor so we can try to avoid medically inducing it.”

And of course, Seungmin made sure you tried every single suggestion.

He even worked them into your nightly routine.

Before dinner, you two would take a 20 minute walk. Seungmin made dinner extra spicy every night, making sure you ate an entire jalapeño pepper with every meal.

And of course, the most effective method: sex.

All the time. Everywhere. Any chance you both got, Seungmin was on you. In the shower, on the couch, in the studio; Seungmin was happy to help you get this baby out.

Even with all his hard work, you were no closer to labor than you were at your last appointment.

Two days until your induction date, and Seungmin’s fingers were lightly tracing circles on the inside of your thigh.

“We don’t have to.” He whispers, placing a soft kiss on your belly.

“I want to.” You said, lightly grabbing his hand. “I want to try.”

Seungmin smiled gently at you, picking up your hand and pressing a firm kiss against it. “I love you.” He whispers, dropping your hand and returning to your thighs. Picking your leg up, he rested your foot on his shoulder and began to pepper kisses on the inside of your thigh. “You’re incredible.” His other hand slowly worked up your other thigh, drawing closer and closer to where you wanted him. “There’s no one else I rather do this with.” Seungmin places one last kiss on your thigh before lowering it down and bringing his head closer towards the middle of your thighs.

“So pretty.” He whispered, then slowly brought two fingers up to your clit.

Then, you screamed.

Seungmin sat up quickly to look at you. He was used to you screaming when he was in between your legs, but this scream was different. It sounded like you were in pain.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, searching your face to try to figure out what happened.

Then, he saw it.

The way you were holding your belly, head thrown back, teeth grinding against each other.

“Fuck.” Seungmin exclaimed, scrabbling out of bed to find his sweatpants. “Fuck, where are my clothes?”

You had read the books with Seungmin, you had watched the videos. You thought you knew what was coming. But, you were never quite as prepared as your husband.

“Fuck, Seungmin, it hurts.” You cried, looking for something to grasp onto.

He had successfully found his pants, grabbing yours before he rushed back to your side.

Squatting by your head, Seungmin grabbed one of your hands and used his other hand to brush the hair that dropped in front of your face back. “Hey, hey, I’m right here. Breathe with me, okay?”

You shook your head. “I can’t. I can’t, Seungmin. I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. I’ll count, okay?”

You squeezed his hand tightly, focusing on the sound of his voice and the way his breath felt against your neck. The contraction slowly faded out once he hit the twentys.

Seungmin kissed the side of your forehead. “I’m so proud of you.” He whispered. “Let me help you get dressed. It’s time to have a baby.”

///

Seungmin expected your labor to last longer. Within an hour of checking in and moving you into a room, your contractions grew in length and the time between shorten. You were pushing before you could even ask for an epidural.

Seungmin never left your side (not that he would even consider it). He held your hand with both hands, encouraging you to squeeze as hard as you needed to. He counted breaths with you, encouraged you, and kept you stable during the entire process.

A few minutes into pushing, in between contractions, you rolled your head to the left to look at him. Hair stuck to your face, tears stained your cheek, your lip was bleeding it from biting it so hard, and Seungmin swore you had never looked more beautiful in your entire life.

Taking a deep breath, you smiled weakly at your husband. “We’re having a baby.” You said, voice raspy from screaming.

Seungmin smiled back, squeezing your hand. “We’re having a baby.”

“I love you so much.” Fresh tears began to roll down your face. “You’re already the best husband, and now-and now-“ your face winced in pain as another contraction hit. Seungmin jumped back in to support mode, helping you ride it out.

A few contractions later, Seungmin heard it. His son.

The baby, bigger than Seungmin thought he would be, was placed on your chest. You let out a cry of both joy and relief, dropping Seungmin’s hand to hold your baby. Sobbing, you held the baby into your chest.

“You’re here. You’re here.” You whispered through your tears, rocking the small child back and forth.

They took your son away before Seungmin had a chance to hold him. It’s okay, he knew that the next steps after birth. He was prepared.

He was always prepared.

An hour and five stitches later, you were soundly sleeping in your hospital bed. You tried to stay awake, wanting to be up when they brought your son back. Seungmin swore he would wake you up and convinced you to nap until then. He spent the hour calling his parents, your parents, his friends - anyone he could get ahold of at two in the morning.

There was a soft knock on the door, and then a nurse let himself in. Seungmin stood up quickly, watching as the nurse rolled the baby’s bed up next to you.

“Congratulations, Mr. Kim.” The nurse whispered, and then excused himself from the room.

Once the nurse was out, Seungmin took off his shirt. He was prepared; he knew skin to skin contact was important for infants.

He stood over his son and stared at him. He had a head full of thick, black hair and the cutest button nose Seungmin had ever seen. He couldn’t believe that he had a hand in creating something so wonderful, so perfect, so beautiful.

Careful as to not wake the baby, Seungmin picked him up and cradled him to his chest. “Hi, peanut.” He said, then placed a soft kiss right on his forehead. “I’m dad.”

Slowly, his son’s eyes opened and found his own.

Seungmin was always prepared.

But nothing - no books, no videos, no parenting classes - could ever prepare him for the love he felt when looking into his child’s eyes. In that moment, Seungmin was unprepared. He didn’t know what to expect.

And it was the best feeling in the world.

Yang Jeongin

If Jeongin had to describe his son’s first day of kindergarten in one word, it would be: unfortunate. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.

The morning started out fine; everyone woke up on a time and was in a good mood. You and Jeongin even woke up with enough time to slip into the shower together before waking up your son for the day. Typically, fucking you dumb first thing in the morning is the sign of a good day. He really had no idea that it was just downhill from there.

You decided to wake your son up since you had to slip out to work early. Time with him today was precious, and Jeongin knew you would be a ball of tears if you didn’t get one on one time. So he took breakfast duty, determined to make an omelet as good as you do.

He was doing well; the topping fit perfectly, he folded it beautifully. For his first time, he was excelling. Maybe he should take a picture and brag about it in his group chat. There’s no way Hyunjin can make an omelet like this-

“What’s burning?”

Ah, fuck.

The omelet was too far gone, there was nothing he could do to save it. Scraping it, Jeongin decided to try his luck again, only to ruin it immediately. Whatever, sugary cereal is a great first day of school ever breakfast, right?

Your son certainly thinks so. When Jeongin places the bowl in front of him, the black haired boy smiles widely before shoveling the cinnamon cereal in his mouth.

“Slow down.” You say with a chuckle, placing a sliced apple on a plate next to his bowl. “You’re going to get sick.”

When he eats, you can tell he’s Jeongin’s son; cheeks puffed and full as he takes large bites. Round eyes look at you, silently pouting at your request. It’s too good to slow down. Besides, his father eats like this, why can’t he?

You look across the table at Jeongin, pointing at your son with your thumb. “This is your fault.”

He looked up from his breakfast, cheeks just as full and eyes just as large. A mirror image of his son, large bites and all. It makes you chuckle, even if you fear that they’re going to choke every time they eat.

Once breakfast is finished and the dishes are put away, it's time for you to go to work, and Jeongin to take your son to school.

“Mommy, no-“ your son whines, squirming away as you try to fix his uniform. “Don’t wanna take a picture.”

“Please, bubba? Just one, and then you and papa can-“

“No!” He fusses, moving out of your grasp. Sadly, you drop your arms in defeat. You’re not going to force him to do something that makes him uncomfortable, no matter how upset it makes you.

You look at Jeongin, who was watching this unfold from the garage door. He saw the tears in your eyes - both from having to leave and the rejection.

“It’s fine that you don’t want a picture, but can I at least have a hug?” You ask your son, not knowing if you can handle another no on a big day.

Luckily, your son crashed into your arms and hung tightly onto you. You kissed the top of his head, savoring his sweet hug before he complained about you squeezing him too tight.

Saying goodbye at the car was hard for you, lingering at his window for far too long to get one last look at him before school. Jeongin waited patiently until you stood to your full height. Your husband grabbed you, pulling you into a hug.

“It’s just school.” Jeongin whispered in your ear. “He’ll be back in a few hours.”

You nod your head, sniffling against his shoulder. “It’s just hard, ya know? He’s not a baby anymore.”

The last sentence made his heart sink, your emotions beginning to rub off on him. Quickly, he shoved the feeling to the back of his mind for both your sanity and his. “He’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.”

“Will you?”

A fantastic question, one that he wished he could answer, but was cut off by the impatient five year old in the backseat. You said goodbye one more time, fussing over the buttons on your son’s shirt before slipping in your car. Jeongin followed suit, leaving the garage right after you.

The goodbyes had set them back just a bit, but that was okay. The school was only a ten minute drive, and they still had plenty of time to-

“Papa?” His son chimed from the back. “I don’t have my backpack.”

Okay, so maybe they’ll be a little bit later than expected. Jeongin turned the car around, back home in less than a minute. The backpack was sitting by the garage door, making it easy to grab it and throw it in the passenger seat.

“Alright, all-“

“What about my foxy?”

Jeongin sighed, turning around in his seat to look at his son. “Foxy can’t come to school with you, Bubba. We talked about this-“

“But I need him.”

“Foxes don’t go to school. They stay at home where mama and papa can-“

“No! Need him!” His son cried, kicking the backseat. This wasn’t like him; typically the quietest, most mild mannered child, your son rarely threw fits. Jeongin knows it’s because of what today is, but he was determined to stand his ground. The fox was staying home-

-until he felt a shoe hit the back of his head as he tried to pull out of the garage for a second time that morning. Fine. The fucking fox can come.

Third time’s a charm, right? There were no hiccups this time as Jeongin left the house, Bubba happily humming in the backseat along with the music. Foxy was snug against his chest, a happy smile on his face. He might be missing a shoe, but hey, at least he’s happy.

And Jeongin can still make it on time. There shouldn’t be any more interruptions, now that his son is happy and he’s actually on the road. Everything should be smooth sailing from now on.

Of course there’s stand still traffic. Why wouldn’t there be?

Jeongin’s head hits the headrest, a groan leaving his lips as he rubs his face. This was not how today was supposed to go. First the omelet, then the picture, the backpack and the damn fox, and Jeongin’s pretty sure he has a headache from being hit with the shoe.

“Papa?”

“Hm?” He grunts into his hands.

“Why aren’t we moving?”

Sighing, Jeongin drops his hands, moving them back to the steering wheel. “Good question.” He mumbles mostly to himself.

For ten minutes, they stayed completely still, both slowly losing their patience. The Jeongin look-a-like was losing control faster than his father, kicking the back of his seat in protest. Like Jeongin could do anything about the traffic.

Right as Jeongin was about to say fuck school and turn around, the car in front of him moved. Whatever had been holding them up was over, a steady stream of cars now flowing into the school’s parking lot.

Jeongin finds the first parking spot at the back of the lot, quickly getting out of the car. He picks his son up, sitting him on the roof and putting his shoe back on (much to his son’s protest). Once it was on, he narrowed his eyes at the boy.

“I need you to give me Foxy now.” He said firmly, leaving no room for argument.

Fear flushed his face, tiny fist gripping onto the fox’s white fur. “No. He has to go to school too.”

“Bubba-“ But when his son started lifting his foot like he was about to kick, he realized the damn fox wasn’t worth it. Jeongin would much rather get chewed out by the teacher, and you, than take a tiny foot to the face at 8:00 am. “Fine. But you have to take a picture for mama.”

The bribe worked - the innocent smile he gave the camera in front of the school made Jeongin roll his eyes. They walked into the school hand and hand, Bubba hiding behind Jeongin’s leg as they closed in on his classroom.

They stood in the line of parents, and before they could blink, it was their turn. Jeongin squatted down, eye level with his son, who was nervously holding onto his stuffed animal.

“Hey, Bubba.” Jeongin said softly, a hand reaching out to pat his head. “You okay?”

His son shook his head, burying his face in the fox. “I’m scared, Papa. Wanna go home-“

Jeongin felt his lip tremble as he looked at his son, who had been on his last damn nerve all morning. His sweet, nervous boy, who was acting out because of the newness of it all. His heart softened, and suddenly, his head stopped aching, every nerve easing.

“I know.” He whispers, smoothing his son’s hair. “I’m scared, too. You’re so much braver than Papa, I couldn’t ever do this.” His eyes began to sting, pride filling his heart. When did his baby get so big? “Do you want me to walk you in?”

His son looked inside the classroom, wide eyes scanning the room. Slowly, he shook his head no before looking back at his father. “No, I do it.”

Jeongin nodded. “Hug?”

The fox lessened the blow of his son’s crash. Jeongin held tightly until his son squirmed free, his wide eyes no longer nervous.

“I love you, Papa.”

That’s when the first tear fell. “I love you, too, Bubba.”

He watched as his son sprinted into the classroom, making a beeline to the musical instruments in the corner of the room. Lingering for just a second, he watched his son turn to the little girl next to him, excitedly giving her his name before asking if she wanted to play with him.

Jeongin’s heart ached in the best way possible as forced himself to walk away, silently crying as he left his son behind. It was silly - he’s going to be back here in a few hours to pick him up. There’s no reason to be so-

His phone pinged, announcing a text from you. When he pulled out his phone, the picture taken just moments ago was still up.

Everything went wrong today, so many hiccups in a day that should’ve been so easy. Yet, no matter how badly everything went, he wouldn’t trade a second of this day for anything. Even he can’t seem to stop crying.

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seochangbingifs · 10 months

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FAVORITE CHANGBIN DANCE MOMENTS 3/∞: the thigh grab in Back Door, In Life (2020)

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3raaaachachacha · 2 years

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8:08 am

Hwang Hyunjin x female reader / 496 words / fluff / smut

Warnings: mentions of dirty memories, oral female receiving, dirty talk, unprotected sex, squirting

Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact

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Mornings like this were your favorite. Waking up completely bare in your husband’s arms from the nights prior events. Despite dating for years and being married for two, you always managed to fuck like rabbits whenever you got the chance, especially since Hyunjin was constantly on your case about having a baby.

Currently, half of your bare body cuddled up against Hyunjin's side, your thigh resting over his morning wood, so this called to have some fun. You moved yourself to be fully flush against him, lips pressing soft kisses to his nipples all the way to his jaw in a teasing manner. Hyunjin groaned at the feeling of your pierced nipples running across his bare skin.

"God, I'll never get tired of this," He chuckled, hand finding your jaw to bring your lips to his, "I could quite literally fuck you for hours on end if my schedules didn't interfere."

"Well," You grinned, hand sliding down his body to grip his hard cock, hips grinding in the process, "We have a few hours until you need to leave. So how about we fuck for the time being?"

Smirking in response, Hyunjin's hands found your waist, guiding you down on his length, "Aren't you tired from yesterday? Did I not fuck you well enough?"

Before you could even respond to his snarky comment, Hyunjin bucked his up to be flush with you and continued his thrusts in a fast pace, "Fuck baby, you're so wet and tight."

Moans and whines immediately left your lips, you were still sensitive from yesterday but that didn't stop you from wanting to fuck your husband. His grip on your waist was tight enough to leave bruises, but they didn't hurt in the slightest. His lips attached themselves to your pierced nipples, loving the way your body shook with pleasure and the sound that fell from your lips.

Hyunjin brought his face up from your breasts to crash his lips onto yours as you rode him. Everything he did was in sync with you, thrusting his hips up as you rock down on him. His hands fondled your breasts as yours rested on his shoulders.

"I don't want to cum yet, but fuck," You moan breathlessly, "I'm not going to last much longer."

"Yeah?" Hyunjin chuckled, "Cum for me baby. I'll make you cum again, don't worry about that."

Nodding and moaning in understanding, Hyunjin increased the speed of his thrusts, lips sucking marks into your skin. Your head fell backwards in absolute bliss, mouth open as a loud moan escaped your lips at the approaching orgasm.

You rolled your hips furiously, Hyunjin's head resting against your chest as you reached your high. His grip on you tightened as you lost all feeling in your body from how hard you came, body shaking like crazy.

"You just squirted so hard," Hyunjin teased and you shied away, head buried in his neck.

"Oh, we are so going for round two after that."

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pastelracha · 10 months

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BUFF BABY

☾ Title : BUFF BABY

☾ REBLOG/FEED BACK IS ALWAYS ENCOURAGE

☾ Pairing: Changbin x fem!reader

☾ Genre: MINORS DNI , smut, friends/idiots to lovers.

☾ Prompt: College smutty Changbin with glasses and yeah I'm weak ok.

☾ A/N: the one is on RACHALOG and bin’s look in it still f’ed me up to this point, lovely mention to @kookthief & @baekhyyun for proofreading my messing mind, and the lovely @uwuheeseungie asked me to be tagged but I can’t find it so here we go, don’t forget to give me your feed back guys, and please interact with the reactions/ scenarios I post thanks xox

☾ Word Count: ~4.4K

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College life was hard as a musical engineer, thank God someone decided to send you an adorable looking buff junior named Seo Changbin, a scary looking guy whenever he wasn’t smiling, but with a heart of gold.

The man was always wearing black, but his glasses made him look like a small puppy.

Chan was your best friend in college, and he always attracts younger friends in your group and changbin was one of them.

The first time he told you he needed to meet changbin and jisung at the gym you couldn’t say you were shocked, changbin surely got his huge muscular arms from somewhere. But he always seems so shy and uncomfortable with girls asking him about it.

Changbin was a normal guy, loving music and going to the gym. He wasn’t really here to impress people; he was just doing what he loved and lived for a healthy life in college. He was intimidating but also looking really cute with his black glasses almost like he trademarks the boyfriend look. His backpack always hanging on his left shoulder, huge, oversized hoodies in the autumn and nice fitting shirts in summer, and his curly hair falling on his forehead, Seo Changbin was the cliché of college boyfriend.

Your senior year wasn’t going easy on you, exams on exams. And changbin (even if you never wanted to admit it) was the sunshine in your college life, always bringing you iced americano or one of your favorite pastries. Seo Changbin was probably your caffeine getting you through your college life.

“Noona !!!” Jeongin was running straight to you with two iced americanos in his hands. Yang Jeongin was the cutest first-year student, his fennec fox features and his smile always running on his lips. “Noona, here is your daily coffee, and your daily dose of your favorite cutie — aka ME”.

“Well hello mister Yang, thanks for the caffeine I really needed that” you started looking at an unmotivated Kim Seungmin. “Minnie you good?” You asked out of concern.

“If you think having 3 exams on the same day, a failing group project cause people in my philosophy class are rich lazy assholes and the fact Minho won’t stop cooking with ‘Lix until like 3 and half a.m. last night... I guess I’m good y/n”.

Ok... Seungmin was probably in the top 3 of drama queens of the group, Hyunjin having the first place, but Seungmin was running close. “Welcome to college life.”

“And I didn’t even tell you about my shifts at the cafe.” he said, side eyeing the youngest guy. “It’s not my problem that every girl in my classes thinks I’m the cutest kid they've ever seen,” said Jeongin.

You giggle watching the two youngest members of your friend group.

“Speaking of Minho, he said you cost too much of free americano and he thinks he wants to make you pay now,” said a laughing Seungmin.

Lee Minho, you chuckled.

“Well, he needs to remember who feeds his babies when he doesn’t have time.”

—-

Friday nights were the one time everything seems to be relaxing in this life.

Minho closes the cafe at 6pm so the 9 of you could use the space for bad karaoke night, pool games and other stuff.

And here you were sitting at the bar with yet another iced americano watching Hyunjin, Jisung, Minho and Chan playing poker.

“Noona, can you give me a glass of iced ice?” Smirk Minho, his eyes still on his cards.

“Sure for 2000 won, Lee Minho”.

His cards dropped on the pool table, looking you straight in the eyes as if you were still wearing your grudge custom from last Halloween. “I mean that is what you get for making me pay for my coffee addiction.” you retorted, smiling to his Binnie like features.

“Wooow burn.” Laughed Chan at his younger friend.

“Shut up Bahng, or you’ll also pay for all the pastries you eat for free here”.

At that Chan stopped laughing, pursing his lips and scratching his nose.

“Sorry I'm late guys ... but Mrs Kim seems to be an ass as spring is coming”.

Changbin came into the cafe, looking like he had been running from the campus to here — a simple 7-minute walk. His hair got fluffier with his run, a sheer layer of sweat making his glasses sliding on his nose. He smiled at you as he put his bag on the floor next to some of yours.

“y/n noona, hi.” He said sweetly and waved at the rest of the guys.

“Yah Seo Changbin, where is my kiss?” Teased Jisung. His only response was the middle finger from the older guy.

He sat at the bar watching you serving a glass of tea for Minho, while talking with Jeongin.

You poured another for him, giving him the drink before going to serve your other friend at the table winning the poker game.

You couldn’t help but eye the muscular friend dressed in full black sitting next to the youngest kid in your group, Changbin seems to look more attractive as the days pass. His muscles getting more defined, his chest getting bigger, and you were sure he could break a watermelon with these thighs. And damn how you wish he could place you a headlock — weird but his arms are screaming how good they would look around your neck.

Every person in the room was totally on the top 10 most attractive people, but there is one thing about Changbin you couldn’t describe.

But the way his black glasses were framing his face, the way his smile was always creeping on his lips when you were close to his body. Yet how cold his look turned when another male was watching you, and how his aura got menacing in the same second.

—-

Friday nights were also Changbin's favourite time of the week, even if his last lecture finished at 5.30pm because Mister Kim was an asshole and apparently Beethoven was far more interesting than Changbin’s crush on you for the professor. It was his longest lesson, and he was sure of it.

But now that he was playing pool with Minho, Felix and Jeongin, he could flex his skills and muscles just to impress you who’s not sitting so far.

“y/n you should really stop vaping you know it’s not good.” warned Chan looking at you with his disappointing dad look.

“I know Chris but you know, college life isn’t what we all expected and this is my way of coping with it.” you said, taking your vaping pen between your lips... and damn Changbin wished it could be one of his fingers and not that stupid thing laying between your pillowy lips.

“Excuse y’all music thingy future producers and shit but I’ll let you know I have an exhibition in 3 weeks and my teacher is going insane as if it’s her going to expose her paintings ... if she wasn’t already.” Hyunjin sighed, re-doing his bun.

“Sorry your majesty Hwang.” Changbin laughed, looking at his friend.

“How about we don’t talk about our classes and enjoy this night?” Chan stopped everybody. “And I order some food?”

After you all agreed on tteokbokki and fried chicken, the guys started another pool game flexing their skills with cue sticks. Minho tried to distract every one of his friends so he could win the game, crouching next to the table making weird faces to his friends.

You feel so at ease watching them playing, speaking and just doing the usual Friday night activities. “y/n?”

You looked up to find Changbin looking at you with concern in his eyes, his hand on your shoulder. “Food arrived, but you seemed in your own world.” he smiled. You nodded following him to the tables Minho arranged so the 9 of you could fit in.

You watched around you, sitting between Felix and Seungmin with Changbin sitting in front of you, eating his rice cakes. You felt at ease right now, no one was really talking, too focused on food.

—-

Changbin was determined to teach you how to play pool for years and tonight was the night.

“Let me help you noona.” you felt his chest colliding with your back, his arms caging you between his body and the table, his hands covering yours on the stick, and his perfume flowing around you.

You were used to flirting with him but more in a teasing way, having him right here covering your figure with his whole body was something else. You could feel the rush of red and pink running on your cheeks and ears.

His breath was hitting your ear when he was telling you what to do. “Move your back just a little and softly hit the ball.”

It’s almost as if you could touch the tension between your two bodies.

“Bin you're supposed to teach her, not make her a tomato dude!” Seungmin giggled.

He stopped moving, his hard chest hovering on your back. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

You just shook your head, finding an excuse about how bad you were with this game. This moment was surely gonna feed your next wet dreams for weeks. Changbin being the main protagonist.

He moved from your body letting you breathe better, going to sip on his beer. “So, Bin,how is it going with Mi Na?”

Song Mi Na, she shares classes with Changbin, and the boys have been teasing the guy with this girl who has been obsessed with him since they shared a project.

Changbin sighed before looking in your direction, hoping to see a reaction from you.

You know better than to show any signs of jealousy for this girl.

“She signed up to the gym— no Chan, it's not funny! She won’t let me live; I swear she even sent food to the apartment yesterday. Jisung ate it”.

The poor girl has been following Changbin like a lost puppy since that project. Giving you side eyes whenever you sit next to Changbin in the cafeteria.

It was funny to see to be honest, for the rest of the guys it was a comedy show direct live.

The side eyes Changbin gives to any guys trying to flirt with you, putting one hand on your back or shoulder. His dark aura gives them a tough time, and Mi Na tries to do everything to get his attention but fails every time.

“The poor girl seems to really like you though,” laughed Felix.

You listened to the conversation, knowing that Changbin seems to be harder with any other guys that tried to flirt with you. Since that night 3 weeks ago when you two shared a drunken kiss at a Wooyoung party.

You two only had a hot make out session in a bathroom, but nothing more since that day.

You couldn’t help but watch him, holding his glass to his lips, drinking the beverage.

You sighed giving up on playing pool for tonight, if you were honest right now you wanted to lay in your bathtub with cheap soju in a wine glass.

Hearing the boys talking about their last hook up and about Mi Na wasn’t your cup of tea.

“Noona, we're gonna play another round of poker, wanna play?” Jisung offered.

“As much as playing stripped poker tempts me so badly, I don’t know how to play and after pool I decided I’m giving up on playing anything but Mario kart with you.”

“Next week noona, pizza and Mario Kart!” Jeongin said.

“Deal Innie” you smiled looking at the kid, Jeongin was like a baby brother to you, during the first few weeks he seemed so lost in the huge college and you decided to take him under your wing, just like you did with the 2000’s liners last year. Your soft spot for the kid was transparent for everyone, everybody knowing Jeongin was like a teddy bear you kept in your backpack.

Changbin couldn’t take his eyes off you, during that exact same time, watching interact with Jeongin was making you look so soft and adorable. Giving your full attention to the youngest one, as if nobody was around in the room, just giving him your full attention.

A small smile finding home on his lips, he looks at you like you were home to him. Chan was also looking at the two of you wishing any of you would confess to the other if he was asked, he would say he was tired of looking at you both flirting with each other but not doing anything else. He was tired of listening to drunk Changbin rambling about how perfect you were every other weekend.

For the love of God just tell her Seo Changbin - he was thinking.

“y/n sleepover tonight?” Asked Chan, and he saw Changbin eyes sparkling with little stars, hoping you would say yes.

“Only if you promise we work on this project and not watch Deadpool for the hundredth time.” You retorted.

—-

This is how you find yourself in Binchan's apartment at 2 am still working on this music thing with CB97, in full producing mode with a Red Bull next to you.

Wearing one of the old Changbin shirts you left in their home and some shorts you always kept in your bag.

Chan was drinking a milkshake trying to stay awake.

Changbin was sitting on the floor right in front of the couch where the two of you were working, playing Gran Turismo 7.

He was listening to your conversation with his best friend. How you all needed to make a ballad to pass this project and get stuck on lyrics. He also chose a musical course, but as he was the year before, your classes were not really the same.

“How about you write a ballad about a burger instead of a lover?” He asked jokingly.

“Bin we all know food is your number one, but I think Miss Kang will kill us if we do a cheeseburger, you are my loveeer~” said Chan sighing to his best friend.

Changbin raised his shoulders, continuing his game. Mumbling about how cheeseburger wasn’t not his favorite burger and how his friend should have known better.

“Are you sure you guys aren’t married at this point?” You asked giggling.

“Christopher, let's make out to show your friend here, we’re indeed an old married couple with 6 children.” said Changbin, who placed a hand on Chan’s thigh, making kissing noises.

You were sure none of your friends couldn’t be serious for more than 3 minutes max.

Changbin finally looked in your direction, winking at you, laughing at the same time.

This, ladies and gentlemen, was your crush, and you couldn’t be sure about it. Cause you were the same.

It's been 3 hours since you gave up on working on this project, Chan laying on the carpet sleeping like a baby, a little drool running on his chin, you were laying on the couch, a leg on the back of the said couch. Your hair going crazy on top of your head.

Changbin woke up feeling thirsty, when he saw you, he took the duvet from the loveseat to cover you.

“Bin?” You asked, your voice groggy and full of sleep. “What time is it?”

He ran his hand into your hair, smiling at you “A little past seven love— sleep some more”.

You look at him, his face a bit swollen with sleep, his glasses laying on his nose, and his hair messier than ever. Making him look so beautiful and lovable. “Changbin?” You asked unsure.

He nodded looking at you, his eyes glowing so much behind his glasses, you could feel his breath hitting your cheek. His eyes were moving between your lips and eyes. “Tell me not to kiss you y/n.”

You didn’t say anything, just watching his kissable lips. Your tongue wetting your lips. “Tell me not to—“

You cut him off, taking his lower lip between yours.

Morning breath was one of your biggest turn offs, but Seo Changbin didn’t have any of that. You both totally forgot about your best friend snoring on the ground.

The kiss wasn’t long or anything, it was a soft and timid kiss. “I don’t want you to stop” you mumbled “Have been thinking about this since that night” you confessed.

His hand holding your cheek, his fingers caressing behind your ear. His forehead against yours. “Noona, you can’t do that to my heart.” he said softly.

“Nnnhg!!!” You both jumped at your friend and turned to look at Chan still sleeping peacefully. His arm laying on his face.

You both laughed, thanks Chan for cutting the moment.

“We should not kiss with him sleeping here.” Chuckled Changbin. You nodded, your faces were still close, the tension was still here.

“But I really want to kiss you and do ... other things.'' he confessed. “D-do you want it too?”

You kiss his cheek, jaw, your lips finding home on his collar bone.

Your hand running on his naked chest, feeling every of his muscles under the skin. He took your kisses as a yes, taking your hand into his, leading you to his room to not disturb a sleeping Chan— which was a miracle.

—-

His hands were running your side feeling the skin underneath the skin, you were a little smaller than him.

Changbin couldn’t believe it was happening, right now in his home, you in one of his old shirts, it was screaming ‘HIS, HIS’

He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact you wanted it as much as him, your hand tugging the baby hair at his nape. “Kiss me, Bin.”

His eyes half lidded, turning dark, blown with want.

His body pressed to yours, breathing heavily as his lips collided with yours. You could still taste a little bit of his lip balm, making them soft and a little sticky, but none of it mattered to you at this instant.

His teeth capturing your lower lip, letting his tongue caressed it, asking for entrance.

He tilted his head making the kiss more passionate, a small war between your tongues fighting for dominance. Warmth blossoming in your chest, it felt more personal and passionate than that night. It really felt like you and Changbin, right now. No liquid confidence in the mix, just the two of you. The kiss felt raw and real, his hands holding your hips, making you feel small and fragile in his embrace.

He stopped kissing you, breathless. Changbin suddenly felt shy, pink tones finding a place on his chest. He couldn’t not believe it was happening. He was sure he was still sleeping and dreaming.

“Are you really here?” he asked shyly.

You were laughing and nodding while looking at him. “Yes, Bin and I’m dying to taste you”.

He was sure he was about to explode at your comment. His pyjama shorts started to feel a little uncomfortable and tight now.

“I will let you do anything to me.” he said, running his nose against your neck, smelling your perfume mixing with his liquid detergent.

“Changbin.” you hum, not knowing where to touch him.

“Mhm?”

“Fuck me.” you begged, breathless.

He let out a breathy moan, feeling breathless and vulnerable under your touch.

He throws your shirt at the other side of his room, looking at you. He felt insane at the instant looking directly at your chest, and he swore he never saw such a perfect chest, your left nipple adoring a piercing and your sternum covered in sweet ink. His hand, hovering over your nipple, silently asking for your permission.

He gently sucks on your breast, caressing the other the same way. He was sure heaven felt like it.

“Let me take you to bed, love.”

You looked so pretty laying on his black sheet, waiting for him to join. Your mouth slightly open breathing hard, watching him taking off his boxer briefs, you knew he was beautiful but now he looked like someone took their sweet time craving him into marble.

He felt you staring, and blush found him again.

He was beautiful, slightly above the normal length and in girth, a small curve at the top. A nice shade of pink and glistening with precum.

He climbed into his bed hovering you, kissing you again, pressing his chest into yours, letting your skin touch his hot one. His hand tracing your chest to your stomach to find its place onto your heat on your short, asking silently for permission once again. “I want you so bad.”

He pulled back, tearing the tissue for your skin finally able to fully watch you, you sure were heaven.

He pressed his hand to your heat once again, finally touching you, making your breath hitch.

“Bin i want to—“

“No, let me first, please let me have you.” he begged heavily.

You sighed in pleasure, letting him have his way. His lips follow the way his hand did first, from your collarbone to your chest, to your hip bone, going to your inner thigh.

“You smell so sweet, love.”

He laid between your thighs, putting both of your legs on his shoulders, diving into your heat. Delicately tasting you, softly kissing your clit just to see your reaction.

Seeing Changbin like this was breathtaking, he looks so good buried in your cunt.

Your breathy moans making him nibble at your bundle of nerves, humming against it teasing you.

His finger teasing your hole until he entered you little by little, his eyes on you assessing your reaction, your eyes closed, and mouth opened in an ‘O’ shape, he started to move softly.

Your nails scratching his scalp, moaning his name and other profanities. Your back arching, he was feeling you were getting close, feeling you clenching around his fingers which were abusing your gummy spot.

“B-bin I’ll cum s-sto—“

“Cum around my finger baby” he cut you, continuing his ministrations to your velvety walls. “Come on cum love, cum for me.”

“God, Bin!” You stopped breathing feeling that knot in your lower stomach about to burst at any second.

His lips taking your clit into his mouth once again, getting you closer to your first orgasm. He felt your legs giving up on his shoulder, trembling and your walls trapping his fingers. His name escapes your lips as a prayer.

He looks at you, smiling, saliva and slick on his chin, his pupils fully blown still. He looked so pretty like this, messy but pretty. His glasses running on the low of nose, glasses weren’t a thing until now, with Changbin laying butt naked on his bed rutting on his shit, looking at you demanding to be ruined.

He got up, looked in his bedside table for a condom, tearing the silvery paper as fast as he could, he couldn’t make you wait.

He pumped his length a few times before putting on the latex onto his erection. He looked so ethereal at the moment, sitting on the side of his bed. The muscles on his back moving with every move.

“Let me ride you.” you asked, looking at him.

Changbin moved on his bed, sitting comfortably, his bed his back laying on his headboard. He leads you onto his body, holding one of your hips while the other guides his length into you, inch by inch.

He kisses your breast, taking your mind off the stretch of his girth. You bite your lip once you were sitting on him, his length hurried into your warm walls.

Changbin groans when you start to move your hips into little circles.

“Fuck— if you do that, I’ll burst in second.” he groaned louder. “You feel so good, love.”

His hands found place on your hips once again, guiding you up and down, whispering sweet words into your chest. It’s slow, perfect for morning sex and your guys' first time together. You couldn’t think straight, thanks to Changbin making you move on top of him.

Your hands laying on his chest, you groan his name over and over. Other words caught in your throat.

“Love, look at me.” he said trying to get you back into reality, trying to ground you.

“Changbin—“ your head feeling so heavy, filled with pleasure. He saw how you couldn’t take it anymore; he laid you on his bed, keeping his dick buried in your wet walls.

He started to push once again, his length kissing your sweet spot, over and over. Settling a strong pace, he pushed hair from your face, and caressed your cheek with his lips.

Your nails digging in his back, you could feel that knot forming into your lower stomach once again, tightening increasingly, you knew your release was coming.

“Bin, I’m—“

He stopped kissing you, catching your eyes with his. “Just a little more. A lil more” he begged starting to fasten the pace, chasing his own release. His hand coming to your clit, making eight figures onto it, and nibbling at your nipple.

You could feel your breaking point coming. “Changbin—“

Changbin became more vocal when he was about to come, his voice going lower, breathy moans mixing with your name.

He closed his eyes, mouth round open, noises falling from his lips, he came a few second after you, filling the condom. His hands, gripping your thighs— “Noona!”

He stayed still for a moment, and you admired his expressions. Taking his features in fully, his hair sticking to his forehead, lower lips trapped between his teeth, chest moving with heavy breath.

He rolled off to lay next to you, taking off the condom, tying it to throw it into his trash next to his desk.

“Man, morning sex is something else.” he chuckled breathlessly. “But sex with you is indescribable.”

He moved to his side, putting his arm around your waist. “What?” You asked shyly.

“It’s just— we had crazy sex, but I’m still shy about asking you to be my girl—“

“YOU FUCKED HER INTO YOUR MATTRESS AND YOU FEEL SHY?” Chan screamed from outside feeling so done with you both.

You never felt as shy as you did in that moment, hiding your face into one of Changbin’s pillows, feeling blood rushing on your cheeks and ears.

“FUCK YOU BAHNG, get out of here, shit!” Changbin shouted back.

“Sorry about him— so about the girlfriend thing?”

©𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗮 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯

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yumizcorner · 1 year

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I need a big boy~

Seo Changbin x Reader

!!fem reader | slight size kink | slight dirty talk!!

Thick. Buff. Needed. That was all y/n had in her head when she saw Changbin working out in front of her. She was a staff member of skz and was pretty new there as it was still her first month of working. Actually she was supposed to be a part of the general staff but she somehow ended up being the second hand of straykids' manager. Her job was it to watch after the boys and make sure that everything is how it’s supposed to be and that also included watching the boys workout. Some of the boys liked it more to work out at night or early in the morning and since Han hurted himself lightly once wich caused jyp to get a staff member that‘ll look after them.

Y/n didn’t get why it was her job to do that since she had no idea of sports but the manager just told her she should tell them to be careful and stop if it looks unhealthy.

Y/n usually didn’t like to do this job. Getting up early in the morning or in the middle of the night,only sitting around and waiting for the time to pass and getting scared when one of them made a weird noise wich caused her to be scared to lose her job if they got hurt,all of those things made her be annoyed of this part of the job but she really needed the money…besides that it also had its good sides. For example having an excuse for staring at them. Y/n couldn’t deny how good they looked while working out,especially Changbin caught her eye. She never really had a thing for buff guys or anything like that. She didn’t hate it but it was also not a must have but when it came to Changbin it truly did something to her.

The way he jokingly flexed his biceps to his other members made her go crazy. The thought of how easy he could just hold her somehow made her feel her cunt throb. Imagining how thick he perhaps is and how good he would stretch her walls. She knew that she shouldn’t think such things but come on everybody else would’ve at least done that one single time.

„Are you okay y/n?“ Felix asked as he sat down next to you. You scooted your head towards him,suddenly leaving your dreamworld. „Y-yeah I was just…“ you moved your eyes back to Changbin who was still working out. „thinking?“ I laughed a bit as Felix tried to finish my sentence since I trailed off. „Yes. Thinking.“

You we‘re pretty close with the members even you just knew each other for one month,I mean you‘re with them almost all of the time. You sometimes even sleep at their dorm to be there for them if they need something. Anyways,to be honest they were to kind to actually make you do your job. It felt more like you were one of them since they sometimes served you instead of the other way around how it was supposed to be like.

„I know how that feels. I got that too you know. Sometimes I daydream of how I walk on a meadow wich is full of flowers with a few bbokari‘s on my arms and shoulders while a ton of leebits and quokkas are hunting me and then I trip and they smother me with kisses and hugs and….“ you kept on making agreeing sounds,making Felix think that you actually listend to him but you stopped doing that minutes ago. Even if you wanted to listen to him,you just simply couldn’t because all you could focus on was Changbin.

Felix kept on rambling on you while you daydreamed of Changbin. Out of nowhere he lifted his gaze up at you. He was lifting some weight with his one arm,the other placed on a weightlifting bank for support. His gaze was downwards but shifted up at you,he glanced through a few sweaty strands of his hair wich fell onto his forehead. His hair was pretty long these days since they had a few days off and just did what they wanted; going to a hairdresser didn’t count to those things. However,he looked breath taking. The tight shirt clenched around his flexed muscles so good,for a second you thought you could just cum from that sight. She was so stunned from his look right now, that she couldn’t even realise that Changbin was still watching her,smirking darkly. You still didn’t move your gaze wich caused him to scoot his eyes to the side for a short second before looking back at you,poking the inside of his cheeks with his tongue. Everything he did made you lose your mind. At this point you were soaking wet already and if the other members weren’t around then you could’ve sworn that you would’ve got on your knees and pleaded at him to just fuck you senseless.

You’re mind got completely blank as Changbin set down everything and walked over to you and Felix,who was somehow still talking. „It’s your turn sunshine.“ he said wich made Felix sigh. „okay…i‘ll tell you the end of the story some other day then.“ you just nodded. Felix walked pass Changbin who came closer to you. You expected him to sit down next to you just like Felix did but instead of that,he stood in front of you,literally towering up in front of you,while looking down at you with a soft grin. Your head was on the level of his dick. Your mind was filled with "don’t look down" , "don’t you dare to look down" or "control yourself. Only this one time".

Changbin scoffed softly as he saw how much you’re eyes were glowing. You looked to the side,biting your lips while your cheeks were more than just pink.

The man plopped himself down on the couch,next to you. He was that close to you that his arms touched yours. You never felt that small before in your whole life. You both watched Felix for a few minutes,staying silent,before your phone buzzed. You looked at the message you just got as you sighed. You stood up,saying „I gotta go boys. It’s time to prepare y‘alls food so please stop working out and get ready to go home in about an hour.“ you only talked to the boys in front of you since you couldn’t manage to face Changbin. You always were so incredibly shy around him you would blush from hearing his name. The boys said good bye to you just like you did to them. You wanted to walk away and leave the room but you were stopped from a grip around your wrist. You turned around and saw how Changbin kept you in place. „Good bye Y/n“ he said and looked into your eyes. Before you were able to look away,he obviously checked your body out,smirked and licked his lips. After that he let go of you and you walked away being a blushing,dripping mess.

After a short car drive you finally arrived at their dorm,entering it. You changed into some comfortable clothes wich included an oversized hoodie and short pants.

You started to cook some easy food for the boys while you tried to calm down from all the exciting happenings today.

After another 30minutes the door opened and all of the eight boys arrived. „Food just got done.“ you said as all the boys happily cheered and sat down at a table. You came in and served the food while getting yourself some of the food too.

Y‘all ate dinner before the boys went to the living room,wanting to watch a movie. „I‘ll go and lay down a bit. If you need anything just call me or something.“ you said and smiled at all of them. „I‘ll come with you. You need some company don’t you?“ no one other than Changbin said and got up,being already ready to go with you. You just nodded and went to your room. Your room wasn’t big at all. You didn’t spend much time there anyway since you were busy with other stuff. So it didn‘t really matter to you.

„you wanna play video games or watch any movies?“ you said as you walked towards your bed to sit on it. Instead of an answer from Changbin,you heard how he locked the door. You turned around,being confused from his actions. „Why did-“ he didn’t even let you finish your sentence,as he came closer to you. „You like my muscles don’t you?“ he asked with an smirk on his face. „I-I well…i- I mean…“ you couldn’t help but stutter at his question. It didn’t got got any better when he suddenly took his shirt off. Your eyes widened at the sight. Changbin stood in front of you. Shirtless. His naked skin in front of you. His defined muscles looking so delicate in the dimmed light that came from the timer-set lights in your room,that started to sprinkle their light all over the room just as you entered the room.

„Tell me,y/n,do you like my muscles?“ he said as he bent down to your ear before whispering his words. You nodded softly wich made him smile. „words. I want you to say it.“ he placed his hands onto the bed,each hand on each side of your hips. His face was dangerously close to yours as you managed to speak up again. „Y-your muscles are pretty they…they look good“ Changbin chuckled deeply and scoffed a bit. He sat down next to you and dragged you onto his lap. The way how easy he lifted you made you weak. „You want me,don’t you?“ he looked into your eyes,waiting for your reply. „Did you really think that I won’t notice your needy gaze on me? Your eyes low key asked me to fuck you.“ you blushed at his words. „It’s just- you always looked so good and I couldn’t control my thoughts anymore.“ you couldn’t manage to look at him since it was too much for you to take,he looked so hot that one look would kill you easily. „It’s okay y/n. You can have me“ he said and grinned. You scooted your head up to look at him. „what?“ you asked,obviously confused. „Let’s have some fun.“ he said and laid his hands on your hips. He made you sit on one of his legs wich made you gasp. „you want it baby?“ You quickly nodded at his question. „I want you.“

Changbin started to guide the movements of your hips,making you grind on his thigh. You softly moaned as he flexed his thigh wich caused more friction. You held onto his shoulder as you kept on grinding,now on your own. Changbin laid his hands back onto the bed as he watched you grind yourself on him. He looked amused from the whole situation wich you noticed too. His expressions changed quickly as he felt a grip on his hard length. „Fuck“ he hissed as you softly touched his dick through his pants. You felt yourself getting closer to your high already as Changbin spoke up again. „You‘re close baby? Gonna cum on my leg?“ yes. You were close and you were on your way to come on his leg but you didn’t want to cum that fast. You were too afraid that he would leave you after that. „No Binnie~ I need more.“ you whimpered at him wich made him week. „What do you need,baby?“ he asked with a smirk,desperate for an answer. „You binnie~“ once you stopped talking,he lifted you from his legs and laid you down on the bed. He towered above you and started to undress you completely.

„Don’t cover yourself,you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen“ Changbin said,as he notices that you tried to cover yourself a bit. After he also undressed himself,you admired him completely while he teased your entrance. He looked so good above you. So broad and strong,the sight of his muscles still made you clench. His cock was big and really thick,even better than you imagined it,wich you noticed once he started to enter you inch by inch. You gripped onto the bedsheets,your eyes rolling back to the back of your head. He started to kiss you passionately while he started to move inside of you. It helped you to relax and it made you feel some warm sensation in your belly.

You moaned into the kiss as he started to thrust harder and faster. Shortly after that,he broke the kiss and focused on pleasing the two of you. His hands were placed on your hips,supporting his thrusts. Your hands found their way to his arms,feeling how strong they are. He praised you more and more as he came closer to his high. With every thrust that he made,you clenched around him. You started to lose your mind and feeling his dick throbbing against your tight walls didn’t made it better. „C-Changbin I’m-“ you mumbled while your nails scratched his biceps. „It’s okay y/n. Cum for me“ he said while looking into your eyes. With that,you let go and clenched even more around Changbin’s cock. He stretched you out so well in that moment,you felt like your high lasted for more than just a minute. The feeling of his thrusts inside of you intensified with every second your high lasted. On top of that he came inside of you in the middle of your climax. Loud moans left your mouth every second while Changbin quietly groaned.

His movements slowed down as he came down from his high. He bend down and spread kisses on your neck,to your jaw as you breathed heavily. He pulled out of you and cleaned you with a soft tissue,not wanting to move you too much. Your mind was still foggy and you could only wince as Changbin touched you. „I‘m just cleaning you baby. Only a few more minutes and then you can sleep,okay?“ you nodded and helped him a bit since he tried to put your underwear back on.

Once the two of you wore something again,he covered you with a blanket and placed a soft peck on your forehead. „Good night,love“ he whispered as you passed out into a deep sleep.

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eggielix · 2 years

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how they kiss | headcanons.

a/n: I really like these types to read. So once I found some inspiration I started imagining this...

warning: mentions of sex, but nothing extreme, more suggestive then anything really.

also, this is my inspiration. There are 52 different types of kisses.

bang chan.

forehead kisses are his personal favourite. It's just something about a forehead kiss that feels so intimate for him. He will cradle your face and put so much love in just a forehead kiss.

keep-away kiss. Listen- I was thinking about giving this to Changbin, but Chan is a little shit as well. He just loves teasing you! He leans in to kiss you, but when you try and kiss him, he just leans back, avoiding your kiss. When you glance at him, you see that little shit-eating grin of his. And when you think he is actually going to kiss you, he will kiss just above your upper lip, just below your lower lip, on the corner of your lips. And then he will FINALLY kiss you.

A sip kiss! You take a sip of your drink and leave a little on your lips, and then kiss your partner. Imagine him drinking something sweet and the sweet taste of the drink is still lingering on his lips when he kisses you. Makes him extra sweet!

lee minho.

Minho is a sucker for ear kisses. Ears are apparently an erogenous zone. Ears are highly sensitive to the touch of the lips. And Minho knows this. He will kiss the skin behind your ear first before he carefully kisses the shell of your ear. He nibbles on the earlobes and plays with earings all the while.

I really, really feel like Minho is super clingy to you when you two are alone. So the muah kiss, is something he would do. He will grab your face, gently, and press a smooch to your cheek and go like "MUAH".

Imagine him leaning in to kiss you, but instead of kissing you, he ghosts his lips over your skin, his lips curling up into a smile as you whine for him, to just kiss you for godssakes... yes. Ghost kisses. Minho loves teasing...

seo changbin.

I feel like Changbin is a sucker for collarbone kisses. It could go two different ways. Just an innocent and playful kiss on your collarbones, with a whisper of "I love you", or "you're beautiful", tickling you as he kisses you. OR it could be when he wants to take things further, giving you kisses on your collarbone, that trail up your neck and toward your lips. You immediately know it when he wants to take things further...

Kisses on the back of your neck. Whenever you're cuddling, and he's spooning you, he will nuzzle his face into your neck and give you kisses on the back of your neck. He just adores you and gives you kisses to make sure you know this.

tongue-sucking kisses. I shall leave this up to your imagination.

hwang hyunjin.

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE! TURN IT UP. Listen, I think that Hyunjin loves finger kisses. Just pressing kisses on the pads of your fingers. Loves riling you up, by gently sucking on each finger while keeping eye contact with you. This will lead to a lot ;)

Hickey kisses. He loves kissing your neck and leaving hickeys all over your neck and shoulders. It's like you've been attacked. Loves it when you run your hands through his hair whenever he does, tugging his hair carefully will make get him riled up.

Nose kisses. Listen, besides all the suggestive shit, Hyunjin is really sweet as well. He holds you close and kisses the tip of your nose real quickly, before giggling and running away,

han jisung.

shoulder kisses. If you count, you needed 16 pairs of hands to count how many shoulders kisses he gives you. When he hugs you, he kisses your shoulder. No matter what type of hug it is, you will get a shoulder kiss.

stop light kiss. Jisung is most of the time in the passenger seat, so he makes a game of it. Green light? Kiss on your cheek. Red light? kiss on your lips. He only does it when it's safe though. He doesn't want to distract you too much from driving.

lipstick kiss. Put a bright red lipstick on your lip, grab his face and press a kiss against his cheek. He will squeal and look in the mirror, the lipstick giving him a spot of your lips on his cheek. He then demands more kisses, giving him spots of your lips everywhere.

lee felix

eskimo kisses! He adores Eskimo kisses so much! Just rubbing your noses against each other and holding each other close.

sprinkle kiss. Put syrup on your lips and put some sprinkles on it, making it stick to your lips. Now. kISS. Felix adores this whenever you're baking together. He just loves you and your odd ideas.

SPIDER-MAN KISS. The first few times he tried hanging up and down, he fell, so you two laughed your ass off. When it finally worked, number 15 on his bucket list got stripped off.

kim seungmin.

wrist kisses. He likes it when you two entwined hands and he presses a kiss to your wrist. He likes to smell your perfume and sometimes when he kisses your wrist, he pretends to be a vampire, so bites your wrist gently.

Neck kisses. Back to the vampire thingy. When he kisses your neck, he gently bites and sucks your neck. He doesn't really leave marks though, and if he does they're very light. Loves when you do the same for him.

eye kiss. He likes it when you two are cuddling and when you have fallen asleep, he likes to kiss your eyelids that have fallen close. But, don't tell the boys that he does that. HE doesn't even tell YOU! but you noticed it once he THOUGHT you were asleep but secretly you weren't.

yang jeongin.

just simple pecks mean the world for jeongin. Whenever you're running off to work, give him a quick peck and run off, he'll feel the best in the world, and even though you're In such a hurry, you still think of him.

jaw kisses. Just imagine him trailing his lips all over your jaw, a smile spreading on his lips as he kisses you. Whenever you tell him to kiss you on your damn lips, he'll smirk at you. "Not yet."

licking kiss. Him leaning in, and just before he's about to kiss you, he'll run his tongue over your lips. He'll smile and then kiss you for real. Now as much as he loves doing this, if YOU do this to him, he'll basically be putty in your hands.

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becomingmina · 3 months

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Mad - fluff and slightest suggestive w/Changbin. 18+ only mdni.

Mad series is here 🤍

“Princess!” Changbin brightly greets you as he hops out of his car to help you drag your drunk best friend who is also Han’s girlfriend inside his back seat.

“Hi Binnie. Hi Han,” you shoot them a small smile. “Sorry she drank so much. We couldn’t stop her,” you say timidly standing back now that the two boys got her.

“That’s okay Y/N, thanks for looking out for her,” Han smiles at you before he getting in the car with his girlfriend.

“Did you enjoy your night?” Changbin asked with a smile, pulling you by both your arms into a tight hug.

You hum in respond, hugging him back tightly, feeling guilty.

Changbin had told you at the start of the week that he was finishing up a song and needed some time to perfect it, so you decided it’ll be best to give him some space to do so.

Although you know how much he would miss you, you also know how bad he was at multitasking. A simple “how are you” text will instantly turn to him calling you up and asking you to come over. You have learnt from the past that that’s not the way to go. You rememeber him rushing the last 2 days to fix up his song and boy, was he a mess.

For the week you had sent him only good morning and night messages, with some little I love you thrown in during his winding down time. The lack of interaction with him made you confide in your friends for a little bit of comfort. So when Han’s girlfriend messaged you to go drinking and clubbing with other girlfriends you were quick to say yes.

The night started off great. You and all the girls probably had about 4 shots and a couple of drinks each making everyone tipsy. But you were nearly at the end of your limit though, you could barely steady yourself on the dance floor.

It was midnight when you feel your phone buzzing inside your bag. You pull out your phone and could barely read the caller ID with your blurred vision. When you finally saw it was your boyfriend calling your face instantly lights up.

“You coming over yet Princess?” Changbin cheerfully asks on the other line. The club music was way too loud that you had to excuse yourself from the circle to run to the secluded bathroom to talk.

“Sorry Binnie, what did you say?” You asked and you hear him softly chuckle back.

“I said are you coming over yet?” He repeats himself.

“For?” You slurred on your words, confused at what he was asking.

“It’s our date night, silly,” Changbin giggly replies and instantly you froze.

You had forgotten it was the last Friday of the month and which means it was your designated date night with Changbin. It doesn’t matter what time he gets off work on the last Friday, you would spend your afternoon at his house anyways so you were able to get ready for what ever he had planned. You gasp, putting him on speaker as you search through your phone to visually confirm the date. It was already 12:03 Saturday. You had forgotten. You couldn’t blame anyone but yourself for this mistake.

“Did you forget?” He asks when hears you struggle on the other side.

“YES!!” You say, a hand coming to hit your temple. “I FORGOT I’M SO SORRY,” you cried, squatting on the bathroom floor, trying you best to calm yourself down.

He must’ve been so confused patiently waiting at home for you to come over the whole day.

“I’ll come home now, I’m sorry.”

“No! That’s okay princess, are you out with the girls?” He asked, his voice was still so soft.

“Yeah.. I.. I—” you scrambled to apologise but he doesn’t let you.

“Dont worry Princess. Go and enjoy your night with the girls. Call me when you want to come home and I’ll get you,” he giggles.

That’s one thing you can never understands about Changbin, he never gets mad or show a little bit of annoyance with you, even when you’re in the wrong. He never lets you take the blame for anything.

“I feel bad.”

“Don’t, you silly girl. We’ll talk later.”

“Okay,” you puffed with a pout and he giggles.

“Love you!” He shouted before hanging up.

How could you forget such an important day. You glance at your phone and realised he had send you a couple of messages throughout the night asking when you’ll be over and you hadn’t reply.

“Oh shit!” You quietly beat yourself up again.

The rest of the night you didn’t take anymore drinks and sobered up quickly. Although you still enjoyed the rest of the night with your girlfriends, your boyfriend was on your mind alot of the times.

“Come on, let’s go before she throws up,” Changbin says pulling you both into the car.

The ride home was just Han’s girlfriend drunk whining that she wanted to throw up so you really couldn’t bring yourself to talk to Changbin as your attention was on your friend’s well being.

“You reckon you’ll be okay Ji? Me and Y/N want to go on a drive,” Changbin says looking in his rear view mirror at younger boy. You glance to your side where your boyfriend was sitting, confused, because you never stated you wanted to go for a drive.

“I’ll be okay hyung, she’s just all talk. She’s probably gonna sleep like a baby once she’s get home,” Han giggles, assuring you both.

After dropping them off, Changbin drove around for a bit, sitting with you in silence. He keeps glancing to your side but looks away the second you look up at him. Once he reached the secluded lookout you guys always go to, he parks the car and reaches for your hand.

“Why are you not mad, Bin?” You nervously ask, breaking the silence.

“Why would I be?” He replies back with a smile caressing your hand.

“Tonight was suppose to be our date night and I ditched it to go clubbing,” you say unable to look at him.

“Well, we are on a date right now aren’t we?” He replies, the smirk is still on his face.

“At 2am.”

“So?”

“Im sorry—”

“Don’t. Don’t feel bad, don’t apologise,”

“But you never get mad at me,” you voiced out your concern with him being so lenient.

“You forgot. You’ve been so cute all week giving me space to finish my song. We didn’t talk all week so you just forgot. It’s not like you planned to ditch me,” his hand comes to cup your cheeks as he looks deep into your eyes, waiting for your reply.

“Right?” He says sounding a bit more serious as you don’t answer him. You giggle in response shaking your head.

He’s right though. You just forgot due to the lack of conversation you guys had all week.

“You okay now?” He leans in to peck the corner of your lips.

“Yes,” you reply, smiling at his kiss.

“Also, you look very sexy though Princess,” he smirked eyeing you up and down. “I couldn’t stop staring at you when I was driving,” he says glancing at the hem of your dress that was riding up your thighs.

“Is the dress new?” You can tell he was still trying to get you to forget about what happened.

“I got it last week,” you reply to him, neatly smoothing over the material by your thighs.

“It’s very sexy. Can I see it up close?” He raises his eyebrow and you giggle knowing what he was referring to. So you climb over the car to straddle him, your dress instantly riding up.

You loved date night.

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SKZ when they accidentally walk in on you taking a shower.

You are taking a relaxing shower, when someone suddenly bursts in the room, for whatever reason.

Fluff / Suggestive / Implied masturbation / Gender neutral reader

Bang Chan / Christopher:

“Felix, how many times have I told you to keep your hands off my cologne?” As the door swung open with force, you immediately froze. The warm water kept gushing over you, and as you slowly opened your mouth, Chan had already started a new sentence.

“Seriously, I’ve asked you time and time again. Do I need to throw some cold water in there to teach you a lesson?”

Another moment of silence was suddenly broken by the rustling of the shower curtain. Finally, your brain allowed you to let out a few words.

“Felix isn’t here,” you piped up, voice almost cracking.

“y/n?” Chan’s voice suddenly became a lot softer; annoyance replaced by what sounded like embarrassment. He was frozen in place. Immediately, his mind filled itself with the sight that was hiding behind the curtain. He tried to tell himself to calm down, but he couldn’t help it. If only he would have been invited to join y/n. He would have joined you immediately, lathering you in soap, wanting to make you feel good. If only he could make you feel good like that. Your voice ripped him away from his thoughts.

“Yea. I- I think Felix is in his room.”

The rustling of the shower curtain stopped immediately and you could hear him take a step back; the sound of him bumping into the hamper behind him giving his movements away. Though you couldn’t see him, you could practically hear his cheeks flush.

“Right,” he breathed softly. “Sorry for barging in.”

You quickly popped your head past the curtain. As soon as your eyes met, Chan turned around, facing the door. He cleared his throat a few times and left the bathroom, continuing to mumble apologies.

With the door closed behind him, he pushed his back against it, giving himself a few seconds to collect himself. He wouldn’t get the chance to do so, as Seungmin walked past him.

“Hyung, are you ok? You look red.”

“Yeah, I-I’m fine. Go find Felix.”

“Are you su-?”

“Yes I’m sure.” For a second the leader lost his cool. “Just go get him.”

As Seungmin walked off, slightly confused, Chan looked down at his upcoming bulge and quickly made his way towards his room.

Fuck, y/n, if only you would have invited me to join you. Now I need to take care of this. I wish you could help me out.

Lee Know/Minho

Your eyes stung as the shampoo seeped into them. Fuck, you should have kept the towel closer by. As you rinsed your face, barely able to open your eyes, you slightly pushed the curtain to the side, trying to find the spot where you had left the towel. There was a quick knock on the door, giving you about a second to close the curtain. Before you could tell the person not to come in, the door had already opened.

“Oi, Jisung,” Minho began. “What time are we leaving again?”

“He isn’t here,” you said, your cheeks heating up.

The silence made you think he had left already, but you couldn’t help but try to get his help.

“M- Minho?”

“Hmm?” Clearly he hadn’t left yet.

“C-could you please hand me my towel? I got shampoo in my eyes.” You slowly stuck out your arm past the curtain.

“I can’t reach it,” a small chuckle escaped his mouth. He tried to keep calm, but he just couldn’t help but tease you. Thoughts of you stepping past the curtain to grab the towel from his hands were clouding his mind. The way you would have to press yourself against him as he held the towel high above your head made him gulp. He could feel his pants getting a bit tighter by the second.

“Minho..” you slightly whined.

“What are the magic words?”

You cringed at the thought of having to call him by his favorite nickname. You tried to avoid situations where he had the upper hand, but in this situation, it looked like you had no choice.

“Could you please hand me my towel, oppa?”

You could hear him chuckle again, that asshole. As he put the towel in your hands, he softly rustled the shower curtain, causing you to let out a soft yelp.

“You know…” he began.

“No, get out!”

Silence was followed by your command. You sighed.

“Get out, oppa.”

Another chuckle. “Fine, because you asked so nicely.”

As soon as he had closed the door, Minho walked in a straight line to his room, briskly moving past Hyunjin and Changbin who looked at him in confusion. He immediately plopped on his bed and started removing his belt buckle.

Next time you better take responsibility for this, y/n. I helped you out after all; it’s only fair that you help me out as well.

Changbin:

Changbin was pacing back and forth in front of the bathroom door, plotting his revenge. He did not allow himself often to eat snacks, and so it had irritated him immensely that Jeongin had taken them from him. The smirk the youngest had given boiled his blood and he was certain that he was hiding out in the shower. Finally, he had had enough and roughly opened the door.

“Where are they?” he said loudly, frantically looking around for his food. “Did you seriously take them into the shower with you? That’s disgusting!”

He had half-expected a laugh to come from the shower, or a quippy comment. Instead, all he heard was a loud thud.

“Ow!” you yelled, your behind slightly sore from the fall. Luckily, you had only fallen on your ass and not with your head against the wall or something. As you looked up, you could see a hand moving past the curtain, getting ready to push it aside.

“That’s what you get you-” For a brief moment it was silent as you got up; grunts leaving your lips. “W-wait. Y/n?!”

“Ow, that hurt,” you mumbled as you rubbed your sore spot. “You shouldn’t scare people like that, Changbin! I could have seriously hurt myself. What are you doing here anyway?”

The hand let go of the yet unmoved curtain and you could hear the man clear his throat. “Well,” he began. “I thought- well- Jeoning took my snacks. I didn’t mean to-”

Suddenly, Changbin realized he had put his hand on his pants, slightly cupping his growing erection. As soon as he noticed what he was doing, he let go; his face turning redder by the second, thankful you hadn’t seen him. “S-Sorry,” he mumbled.

You had given him a short reply, but he hadn’t heard you. He was too busy thinking about what was taking place on the other side of the curtain. How your body was covered in soap, glistening and smooth. How he would have joined you and rinsed it off, trailing kisses along your clean skin.

“Changbin?” You asked, checking for his presence.

“Yeah?” He hated how hopeful he sounded, his tone almost begging for you to invite him in.

“I’ll buy you some more snacks later, okay?”

“R-right,” he breathed, trying his best to hide his disappointment. “Right.”

With that, the door slammed shut just as harshly as he had opened it. Changbin immediately walked to the kitchen to grab a cold glass of water. As he entered the kitchen, Chan stared at him.

“Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not,” he said, standing close to the kitchen cabinets to hide his erection as he downed the glass. “I just missed out on a great snack. I’m going to my room.”

If I could have eaten you, I wouldn’t have had any need for a snack, y/n. You better come back with something really tasty.

Hyunjin:

You felt the warm water calm you down immediately. The horror movie you guys had been watching had been too much for you and you needed a moment to yourself. You hadn’t been the only one, though, Jisung and Felix had tapped out as well. As you allowed yourself to let your thoughts wander, you forgot about the world around you, even if just for a moment.

That moment was cut short the second you heard the bathroom door open.

You stayed quiet, hoping that whoever it was, they would leave soon. You know this wasn’t the case as you quickly heard a toothbrush vibrating.

“You know,” Hyunjin said, half brushing his teeth. “It wasn’t so bad Felix. You would have been able to handle it.”

You didn’t say anything still, part of you too nervous and not wanting to embarrass him.

“Felix?” A soft rustle told you he was about to peek in, sending you into a panic.

“No!” you yelped. “Not Felix.”

The toothbrush stopped making noise.

“Y/n?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Oh.”

For a second Hyunjin didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. All his brain could think about right now was you. You, behind the curtain, completely naked and still on edge from the movie you had half watched. He quickly turned the toothbrush back on so as to mask his gasp. Wanting to hurry up before the bulge in his pants grew too prominent, he tried to finish his brushing as quickly as possible.

“Are you ok? Because of the movie I mean?”

You cleared your throat, nervous about holding a conversation like this.

“Ehm, yea I’m fine. Thanks.”

“Do you… Do you need a hug?” You could almost hear his smile through the sounds of the water and the toothbrush. It wasn't the first time he had teased you like this.

“Hyunjin!” You yelped.

“Okay okay, maybe later then,” he chuckled. “I-I’ll go check on Felix.”

As he left the room, he bumped into the one he had initially been looking for.

“You okay?” Felix looked a bit worried, seeing his older mate flustered. “Your cheeks are all red.”

Hyunjin slapped the younger one twice on the shoulder.

“Ow!” Felix shouted. “What did I do!”

“Not take a shower, that’s what you did. I’m going to bed, goodnight.”

Hyunjin almost ran to his room, closing and locking the door immediately. He dropped down against the door and took his pulsing erection in his hand, not being able to wait much longer.

Next time I’ll protect you during the movie, y/n. Maybe we can take a shower together afterwards and you can help me with this.

Han/Jisung:

“Minho! Are you in there?” A knock on the door ripped you away from your own thoughts as you were covering yourself in soap. You wanted to say no, but before you could have, the door flew open.

“Minho!!” Jisung sounded almost upset. “I need a hug!”

You thanked yourself for your quick reflexes, because as soon as a hand tried to pull away the shower curtain, you grabbed it and held it firmly in place.

“Ah, Minho, no fair! You did the same to me last week!”

“I- I’m not Minho,” you quickly let out.

Immediately, Jisung’s hand let go of the curtain and you could practically hear the man’s embarrassment.

“Y/n?” He asked, hoping you hadn't heard the eagerness in his voice.

“Yes, Jisung, who else?”

“Can- Can I see?”

You blushed at his straightforwardness. Sometimes he really knew no shame. For a second you thought about it, mentally hitting yourself for even contemplating this.

“N-No!” You blurted out. “You can’t just creep up to people like this!”

“I didn’t mean to, I didn’t know you were in here,” he pouted. “Can I have a hug?”

You sighed.

“Jisung, I’m all wet…”

Yeah, he thought. That was the whole point. He couldn’t help but think what it would feel like to have your naked, wet body pressed against him. If it were up to him, he would have jumped into the shower, clothes be damned. He would have loved to admire your body as he cleaned you from top to bottom, covering every inch of you.

"Please, y/n? I promise I won't look! I really need a hug."

You sighed again, only to reward his curiosity.

“Fine, just… Close your eyes.”

“Closed!” Jisung didn’t hesitate a single moment. You peeked past the curtain to check and to your surprise, his eyes really were closed. You moved the curtain and stepped out of the shower, the water immediately dripping on the floor and your body shivering because of the cool air.

You quickly hugged the man in front of you and immediately hopped back into the shower, a wet mark left behind on his chest, shoulders, and pants. What you hadn’t noticed, was that he had opened his eyes for a split second before the curtain had closed again.

“Thank you, y/n. I really needed the hug.”

“Yeah, yeah, you said that,” you sighed a final time. “Just get out.”

He didn’t even say anything, all you could hear was the door closing. You shook your head at the audacity and finished up your shower, not thinking that much of the whole affair.

Jisung on the other hand was nowhere near ready to forget. His erection pressing needily against his pants, he looked around if no one saw him and quietly walked towards his room. He had almost made it, but Changbin had ambushed him.

“Why are you all wet?”

“I- ehm. I-”

Changbin folded his arms as he raised an eyebrow.

“I was doing the dishes. I’m just going to change quickly before I get sick.”

“Right… We do not want you to get sick, it’s-”

“Thanks for the concern, hyung!”

With that, Jisung entered his room and slammed the door shut, one hand already beneath his boxers.

Next time I will want something other than a hug, y/n. I can’t believe the way you looked, I want more of that. Much more.

Lee Felix / Yongbok:

It was a calming moment, being alone in the shower. The warmth of the water combined with the rising steam was always the best way for you to clear your mind. Unfortunately, today, that moment was cut short when the bathroom door softly opened.

“Ehm, Chan?” Felix’ voice was soft and considerate. “I’m going to take my make-up off, okay? The other bathrooms are taken.”

He took the silence as compliance and soon, you heard him rustle bottles and wipes.

“Do you know what time we need to get up tomorrow?” He blew a short raspberry to show his discontent. “It’s not too early is it?”

You tried to clear your throat, hoping that he would realize that it wasn’t the leader he was talking to. The attempt failed.

“Chan, are you okay? Do you need something?”

Finally you realized you couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

“I think Chan is in the studio, sorry.” Your voice was soft and in anticipation of his reaction.

The clattering of the bottles revealed that reaction; the sound followed by another in the form of a loud thud.

“Ow,” Felix groaned, scrambling to get back up from the floor. You stuck your head out from behind the shower curtain, face filled with worry.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry, I didn’t think you were going to start a conversation.”

“N- no, that’s okay.” The man had gotten up and tried to rearrange the bottle, his hands slightly shaking. “S-Sorry, I- You know what, I’ll finish this up later.”

You closed the curtain back up and smiled to yourself. You couldn’t help but find his reaction incredibly adorable and considerate.

Felix’ thoughts were all over the place. You were right there, only a small shower curtain between the two of you. If he had no self control, he would have wanted to take a peek behind said curtain. Well, maybe a lot more than just a peek. As soon as he looked down at his pants, he panicked and quietly left the room, not wanting to potentially embarrass you.

“You can stay, Felix, it’s fine.”

You were met with nothing but silence.

“Felix?”

For a second time, you poked your head past the curtain, only to find the bathroom empty, bottles still scattered around the sink. You smiled to yourself. Cute.

Felix on the other hand had quickly made his way towards his room, ignoring Seungmin’s comments about his half-removed make-up.

As soon as he got to his room he ducked under the covers and replayed what had just happened. The minute he thought about you in the shower again, his pants were begging to be loosened. A request of his own body to which he happily obliged.

I should have stayed and talked to y/n longer. I wish they would walk in right now and help me with the rest of the make-up. And well… With this other problem as well.

Seungmin:

You were just about to rinse out your conditioner when the door to the bathroom opened.

“Left or right?”

You had no idea what was happening, all you could hear was that it was Seungmin who had entered.

“Come on Hyunjin, you know how this goes. Left or right?”

Again you did not answer, mostly confused by what the man was asking and expecting Hyunjin to have entered the room with him. A few more seconds passed by and all of a sudden, you were ripped away from your thoughts by the moment of the shower curtain.

“Left it is!” Seungmin chuckled and ripped the shower curtain to the side, completely revealing you for a brief moment.

You immediately yelped and pushed his chest, grabbing the curtain and closing it again. For a moment, he stumbled, but luckily he caught himself just in time.

“Oh my god… y/n?!”

“Kim Seungmin, what on earth are you doing?!”

“Shit, I’m sorry. I- well- Hyunjin and I- Oh shit.”

While he hadn’t really looked at your body, expecting to see Hyunjin anyways, he had still seen something.

“We- We play this game,” he continued, trying to explain himself. “I didn’t know-”

You sighed.

“What kind of game is that?” You judged as your face turned red. “You could have asked who I was before pulling the curtain.”

Seungmin cleared his throat and turned around, not wanting to run the risk of showing you his erection in case you would look past the curtain again. He tried his best to collect himself, to show how cool and unbothered he could be. But he was extremely bothered, or rather, his dick currently was. He played that small glimpse he had gotten of your body over and over again; growing harder every time he did.

“I’ll ask next time,” he said. “You look good though, y/n. Are you sure you don’t wanna play next time?” The man had just enough time to exit the bathroom door as a piece of soap came flying his way.

As he quickly closed the door, he bumped into his leader.

“What were you doing in there?” Chan’s crossed arms gave away his slight annoyance.

“Oh, hyung,” Seungmin said, hoping that the man across from him wouldn’t look down at his pants. “I was just playing left or right with Hyunjin.”

“Hyunjin is in the shower upstairs.” Eyes narrowed, Chan examined Seungmin’s face, the latter of whom tried his hardest not to show any emotion.

“Ah, thanks hyung,” he piped. “Let me go there.”

Before Chan could react, Seungmin bolted up the stairs, straight to his room. He let himself fall on the bed and immediately started stroking himself.

I hope you’ll play with me next time, y/n. And I don’t necessarily mean our little shower game.

I.N/Jeongin:

“Changbin-hyung, I hurt myself!”

Jeongin burst into the bathroom, voice whiny and slightly needy.

“I cut myself trying to make something to eat and I couldn’t find any bandages. Everyone went out too! Can you help me?”

You sighed for a second and turned off the shower, reaching out to grab your towel.

“Changbin went out too, I think,” you said softly. “I’ll help you though, give me a second.”

You wrapped the towel around your body, securing it in place, and opened the shower curtain. Immediately, Jeongin stumbled backwards, tripping over the pile of clothes behind him. He smacked his head against the door as you quickly made your way towards him.

“Y/n, I- I didn’t know you were in here!” He closed his eyes for a moment. “P-Put some clothes on!”

You smiled at the puppy on the floor in front of you and kneeled down next to him, first aid kit in hand.

“It’s okay,” you said calmly as you opened the kit. “Where did you hurt yourself?”

Eyes shut tightly, Jeongin held out his finger, blood slowly dripping on the bathroom floor. You cleaned the wound and grabbed one of the bandages.

Jeongin opened one of his eyes to find your gaze fixed on his finger. He told himself he should shut his eyes again, but he couldn’t. Plenty of water drops were still prominently visible on your body, your collarbone especially. From your collarbone, he looked down, towards the white towel that was covering any indecent parts of your body. Should he pretend to fall and grab the towel? He tried to shake the thoughts out of his head, but he couldn’t.

“Jeongin?” You called out to the man for a third time.

“Y-yes, y/n?” He snapped out of his thoughts and looked you in the eyes.

“You know,” you cooed. “You shouldn’t stare at people like that.”

“I-I Right.” He mumbled, quickly glancing at his finger that was all bandaged up. “I wasn’t- I mean- Thank you, y/n.”

Jeongin quickly stood up, thanked you again and quickly left the room. As he closed the door behind him, he could softly hear the sounds of the towel moving across your body. The thoughts he had tried to put away came surging back up. Feeling the blood surge downwards, he carried himself quickly towards his bedroom; closing and locking the door. He could hear his breathing getting heavier, and his pants tightening; something he intended to immediately take care of.

Maybe next time I should hurt myself somewhere else. I wonder if y/n would patch me up down there… And maybe even give me some ‘extra’ care.

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