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kpophubb · 2 years

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“𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 “

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As the sound of rain numbs out all the other noises and you lay seated beside the window, watching the rain drops trickle down the glass and caressing a picture on your hand, a warm smile creeps on your face when you realize you have the warmth and light of sun even on a rainy day. Eye-ying the polaroid in your hand, you giggle as you feel your chest pounding loudly and thank god for being able to call the sunshine in human form yours. He was your beloved and the conversion of nothing but the purest form of love in human form.

you were missing him. Far more intensely than any other night because you could only think of one person when things seemingly went in the wrong direction. You were so worn out and so tired from the constant college pressure, the anxiety from upcoming exams hitting the roof and your own incapability and fear of future consuming you. At a moment like this..you could only think of one person who would give you one smile; a precious smile that can erase all your worries and one tight and warm hug that is enough to fit all the broken pieces of your heart back together. It would finally beat again in relief, as whole, for no one else but him like always.

He couldn’t be here today. Or so you thought. Because he had a packed schedule and shooting for the day and he barely had the time to respond to your messages. You couldn’t blame him though. He had a tough job to do and he was so passionate about it and you were always really supportive. But when everything went downhill for you, who else could you think of, the one who would drag you out of the mess? The truth is he had always cared for you so much and protected you like his treasure that you didn’t know how to stand up on your own two feet anymore. Felix was your knight in shining armour who always protected your feelings, felix was your best friend who comforted you and took care of you and felix was the love of your life who loved you in the times you couldn’t even look at yourself from self doubts and insecurity.

but..magically....he was here. At your doorstep. With the brightest smile on his face and arms flung to the sides, he was here in front of you exactly like you needed him to be. It was always like that with him- your heart never beat as two, it always beat as one. And strangely enough, not only could you feel what he felt and vice versa, you could also hear eachother’s unsaid emotions and unrevealed pain. The universe had connected you two with the red string of fate and you guys were soulmates. That’s right. Love can do a lot of miracles and for you, it did him.

“Y/n. I missed you darling.” He fumbled inside your ear as you felt his arms squeeze you inside him. His soft lips brushed with your earlobe, the wetness lingering on your skin and his scent burning itself inside your memory. He was warm and secure and he felt like home. He felt like safety. He smelt like the smell of flowers on a bright sunny day. Feeling a familiar overwhelming feeling of tenderness build up in your stomach, you close your eyes shut and hug him back even tighter. You give yourself in to his embrace and realize why exactly this moment makes you feel so whole all the time. Human beings were given one heart. So when you hug someone you feel complete cause that way you have a heart on both sides.

You let yourself crumble in his presence. You don’t realize when the frustration in your mind turns into tears and your voice turns into painful wails. He holds you back even tighter, resting his chin on top of your head and kissing your hair.

“What happened baby?” He tells after a long moment of silence and finally looks inside your eyes. Felix wipes your tears from your cheeks and carries you to the bed. Positioning you in between his legs so you face him, he cups your face delicately- the type of mild way you hold a delicate flower because you’re scared you will tarnish its beauty. This was one other thing you loved about him. The way he was so gentle to your soul.

you feel your heart automatically surrender to him. Feeling his breath against your skin and his soft hands wrapped around your cheeks you look directly into his eyes. Eyes filled with concern and love but never eyes filled with disgust or disbelief. Eyes filled with acceptance and appreciation in every situation. Eyes filled with awe and admiration that found you beautiful no matter what.

“I love you y/n. “ felix murmurs, pushing the strands away from your forehead and landing a sweet peck. He takes you back in his arms once again, patting your back and locking his legs around your tiny frame. People think intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. The moment where you realize you can tell someone your truth. When you can show yourself to them, when you can stand infront of them bare and their response is “you’re safe with me”- that’s intimacy.

And that was the way you always felt with him. You could show him your scars when you were bleeding and yet he would compare you to the beauty of a rose. Dangerous, bleeding, fragile but yet so exotic. You could fall down infront of him and lose all hope and he would compare you to an angel with broken wings, still an angel who’s heavenly and trying to fly. No matter what state you were in- his love for you was evergreen and it was as if he loved you more when you were crumbling than when you were standing. His love would grow even more tender when you were at your lowest and more fierce when you were at your best.

You sniff and rub your nose, staring at him again with hazy eyes but your man looked just as beautiful. Even at a moment like this- all you could feel was intense love for him. I guess it’s true. Our hearts hold certain people the way the space holds the earth.

“Felix…”

“Yes my y/n?” His eyes instantly light up and he brings his face closer to yours.

“Why do..you love me? I’m not even worthy-“

He shushes you instantly by bringing his hot finger over your mouth. With a reassuring look as ever plastered inside his eyes, you see the edges of his lips curl into a soft smile as he confidently confesses.

“Simple. Cause in you I see a love I want to love for the rest of my life.”

Before you get to react, you feel his plush lips pressed to yours with his hands caressing the back of your neck and pulling you closer to him. He tastes sweet, he tastes addicting. His intoxicating taste makes you forget everything around and immerses you in the world with only you two. A world full of loving, kissing, touching, caressing and healing. A world where only you and him exist- dancing under the moonlight.

“You’re beautiful. You’re loved. You’re the most amazing girl I know my y/n.” Lixie breaks away from the kiss to confess to you.

“Thank you. I love you too. I’ll be okay.”

“As long as you are here with me.”

You finally giggle and you press your foreheads together- happy chuckles following afterwards. Felix intertwines your hands together and gives you another sweet kiss on your pink cheeks. Somehow, when he was with you you couldn’t help but selfishly wish that time would stop. You lean in and catch his lips in another passionate kiss letting his mouth remind you what exactly he was.

A heart made of sunshine with a mind so beautiful like the moon that can lead your soul to the most beautiful eclipses.

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xuxibelle · 2 years

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Overdue

Pairing: Lee Felix x Reader

Word count: 2,357

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, verbally abusive ex

Summary: Y/N's friends love her bf so why doesn't her best friend?

You’d been dating Levi for almost 6 months now and you couldn’t be happier. You thought he was the perfect boyfriend. He was loving, attentive, supported you like you did him, and got along with your friends… all except Felix. Felix knew something was off about him from the beginning. He tried to warn you, but you wouldn’t listen. You ignored every bad thing he would say about Levi. You couldn’t understand why he didn’t like Levi when everyone else did. You didn’t see that he was just looking out for you, trying to make sure you didn’t get hurt…. Your birthday was in two days and you were hoping to spend it with Levi. You had asked off work for 3 days just for this… the day before, the day of, and the day after your birthday, and you thought he had too. Until it was two days before and you brought it up and he got defensive, telling you that he never said he would do that, it had just been an idea.

“I never said I agreed to that, Y/N. That was your idea…” Levi said with growing frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. You sighed as you sat down on the couch and crossed your arms.

“The way you talked that day, it just sounded like you were going along with the plan to ask off for this,” you tell him. “Now I’m gonna be here alone.”

“That’s not my fault…” he said as he glared at you. “You’re the one always making plans for us and shit without asking me.” He started pacing slowly across the living room in front of you. “I honestly don’t know how we’ve lasted this long…” You felt like the wind was knocked out of you.

“Wh-what…? What are you saying?” you ask dumbfounded.

“Are you seriously that stupid?” Levi asks as he turns to face you. You jump back a little at the fast turn and harsh words.

“Levi…” you say quietly.

“Oh stop it with the fucking innocent and dumb act. I don’t buy it anymore. You’ve been so needy and clingy and sensitive that it has driven me up the fucking wall and I can’t take it anymore... I have to get out of here before I fucking go insane,” he says before he turns and walks towards your shared bedroom. You slowly stand up after you register his words. As you feel the tears begin to flow, you dread the answer to your next question but you know you have to ask it. You walk into the room behind Levi to see him packing a bag with some of his things.

“What exactly does that mean?” you ask timidly, and honestly a little scared.

“It means we’re done, Y/N,” he tells you flatly. “I’ll get the rest of my stuff later. I can’t be here any longer.” With that, he turns and walks out the door without another word or glance back at you. You feel like you begin to start hyperventilating as you sit down in the middle of the hallway, sobbing as you pull your phone from your pocket and call Felix. You can barely speak when he answers.

“Hey, what’s up?” Felix answers his phone.

“Lix,” you say in a quiet, sob filled voice.

“Y/N… what’s wrong? Are you ok??” he asks you. You couldn’t answer, you only broke down into full on sobbing, you could barely even breathe because you were sobbing so hard. “It’s ok. I’m on my way,” he tells you before you hang up the phone. You curled up in a ball on the floor as you clutch your phone to your chest. You’re not sure how long you lie there. It felt like hours, but in reality, it was probably more like 10-15 minutes. You didn’t even hear the knock on the door before Felix walked into your apartment. “Y/N! Are you ok?” he asks as he rushes over to you. You shake your head no as you look up at him. “Are you physically hurt?” You shake your head again. He reaches down and pulls you up to his chest, wrapping his arms around you. You lean against him as you feel his warmth radiating to you. He feels you shiver as you nuzzle against him. “Come on… Let’s get you off this cold floor,” he says as he pulls you to stand up with him, before leading you to your spare bedroom where he has spent many nights, whether it’s been him comforting you, you taking care of him while he’s been drunk, or just a sleepover where you watched movies all weekend. He laid you down on the bed and climbed in beside you. Curling up beside him as he wrapped his arms around your waist, you lay your head on his chest. There’s been many nights in your long friendship where he’s just held you like this after a break up or fight in your relationships. You never noticed before how his heart would pick up just a little when you were closer. “Just breathe, ok? You’re okay. I’ve got you,” he tells you softly. He rubs his hand over your hair as your hand clenches his shirt. “Take as long as you need. I’m not going anywhere,” he says as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. You lay there with him rubbing your hair for a good half an hour before you’re able to say anything.

“I’m sorry,” you say with a scratchy voice.

“Shhh, none of that. Nothing to be sorry for,” he tells you as he hugs you lightly.

“You warned me,” you say in a broken voice.

“He didn’t…” Felix says in quiet shock as you nod.

“He left… He snapped or something,” you tell him as you go over everything that Levi said before he left. “He said he would be back for his other things later.”

“Well, you’re gonna come stay with me for a while then,” he tells you. “You need to get away from here for a while anyway after today. And I don’t want you here when he comes back.” You slightly nodded your head. You weren’t gonna fight him on this. You knew he wouldn’t give up anyway and you knew he was right. It would only make things worse if you stayed here. Little did you know that Felix had been waiting for this day. Not that he wanted to see you hurting… it killed him to see you like this, but he knew it would come eventually, right from the start. The other thing you didn’t know about was how he felt about you. Ever since you had met, Felix had kept his feelings towards you hidden. He didn’t think you would ever see him in that way, so he pushed his feelings to the back and let you do your own thing while he played the role of the best friend, always picking up the pieces when you fell apart, no matter how much it hurt him to see you like this.

“Can we go soon? I really don’t want to be here…” you ask quietly.

“Whenever you want to,” he tells you.

“Now… please,” you sniffle quietly as you sit up. He nods his head and sits up with you.

“Do you want me to go grab you some stuff?” he asks you as he watches your expression, noticing the tears beginning to form in your eyes again at the thought of walking in the bedroom you used to share with Levi. You bite your lip and nod your head as you look up at him.

“Please?” you ask him softly. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before standing from the bed.

“I’ll be just a minute, then we can go. We’ll stop and get some take out, yea?” he tells you as he backs out of the door. You give him a small smile as you nod your head. He’s back before you know it and you lock the apartment as you leave. Wrapped in a blanket sitting on the couch in Felix’s living room, you feel more content than you have in a long time. You smile to yourself, or you thought it was to yourself. “What are you smiling at over there?” he teases, making you laugh a bit.

“Nothing, really. Just thinking about everything….” you say as you shrug your shoulders. “It’s funny how I feel happier sitting here now than I have in a long time…” you confess. You see him smile as you look up at him.

“Well good… because that’s all I want… for you to be happy… and safe,” he tells you as he pulls you closer to his side as you lean your head on his shoulder and turn your attention to the tv. He had put on one of your favorite comfort movies, something he knew you always watched when you were sick or upset that made you feel better. It made him happy to hear you laughing, even if it was only at a movie. It meant you weren’t thinking about what had happened and you were okay at least for now. It was a week later before the next incident happened. You were watching Friends reruns waiting on Felix to be done with practice when you heard a knock on the door. You knew he wouldn’t knock on his own door, and you weren’t expecting anyone so you answered it only to see Levi.

“I should have known you’d be here…” he spat at you. You recoiled at his words. You had just become comfortable with where you were in your life without him until he showed back up. He pushed his way in the door as you shakily held on to the handle.

“What do you want?” you ask softly. He laughed as he turned to look at you.

“Where’s your fuck buddy?” he asks as he eyes you up and down. Shutting the door, you glare at him as you hear his words.

“None of your business. What do you want?” you ask again. He rolls his eyes as he walks to stand just in front of you.

“Fine… Since I didn’t know where you were, I came to tell him to come get your shit out of my apartment… I don’t have any room for my fiancée’s things. And we need the space,” he tells you as he watches your face for the reaction. You feel your heart break all over again as he says the word fiancée. He watches as your eyes fill with tears. You hear the handle on the door turn and you look to see Felix walk through the door.

“Y/N, I’m back… What the hell are you doing here?” he asks as he looks up and sees Levi. You watch as a smirk grows across Levi’s face.

“Like, I just told Y/N… I didn’t know where she was so I came to tell you to get her shit out of my place… my fiancée needs the space,” he tells Felix as he watches him as well. Felix only rolls his eyes at him.

“First off, You’re an idiot… You know how to contact her… Second, we were getting her stuff tomorrow anyway because she’s gonna stay here now. So, you can leave anytime,” Felix tells him plainly, watching the smirk on his face fall.

“Why would you stay here?” Levi turns to ask you.

“No,” Felix tells him as he steps between you two. “You don’t get to talk to her. You talk to me or you leave.”

“Fine,” Levi sighs. “Why is she staying here?”

“That’s not any of your business,” he tells him.

“You’re together, aren’t you?” Levi laughs as Felix nods

“If you must know, then yes” Felix tells him.

“I should have seen it before. You were probably with him the whole time we were together weren’t you? Fucking slut!” Levi shouts at you.

“Okay, you’re done!” Felix glares at him. “You have no right to talk to her like that, ever.” Levi opens his mouth to say something but Felix cuts him off. “Go… Now!” he shouts. You hold in a laugh as you see Levi jump at Felix’s words before he walks out the door. He turns to face you, cupping your face in his hands. “Are you okay?” he asks you softly. You look up at him with tears filling your eyes again. “What’s wrong?” You shake your head as you look down.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you tell him, making him laugh.

“Of course I did,” he says as he holds your chin in his fingers, tilting your head up until you look at him. “I would never let anyone, let alone that asshole, talk to you or about you like that,” he explains.

“But why?” you half laugh. He takes a deep breath as he leans his forehead against yours.

“Because… you’ve always been one of the most important people in my life… and I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t here.” he tells you. You hug him as he finishes talking.

“You’re important to me too… more than you realize,” you confess with a sniffle. He pulls back to look at you, cupping your face gently in his hands and wiping away your tears with a swipe of his thumbs. You see his eyes glance down at your lips before looking back up at you. He leans towards you and brushes his nose against yours. You feel your breath get caught in your throat before you speak. “What are you doing?” you ask quietly as you close your eyes.

“Something I should have done a long time ago,” he smiles softly at you before brushing his lips over yours. Sensing no hesitation from you, he presses his lips against yours slotting them together. As one of his hands comes back up to lay against your cheek, you clutch onto his shirt, pulling him closer and feel him smile against you. Breaking away when you need air, you look up at him as he runs his thumb over your bottom lip.

“What was that,” you ask with a raised brow and a laugh.

“That… was long overdue,” he returns your laugh.

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winteditsr · 2 years

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⤷ 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 ⭑ 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵!

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fleogecorpse · 2 years

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▓ 0 0 -— lee felix layouts”

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huiracha · 1 month

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SKZ’S MAGIC SCHOOL FEAST ♡

#stray kids #bystay #skz #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han #felix #seungmin #i.n #gifs #anniversary

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forlix · 4 months

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· . ˚ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞

— the little mannerisms you pick up from the members of stray kids over the course of your relationship.

words・3.7k / pairings・ot8 x gn!reader / genres・fluff, humor, borderline crack, intentional lowercase, established relationship(s) / warnings・minsung’s are suggestive, touch of anxiety in felix's, jeongin's is lowkey gross LMFAO

a/n・massive shoutout to @/http.dwaekkii on tiktok for their edits about the boys' habits, which i consulted for chan, changbin, seungmin, and jeongin (and to @astraystayyh for beta reading hehe. what would i do without u). these were sooooo fun to write, hope u guys enjoy (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )

chan + getting shy easily. poor thing gets embarrassed so quickly as it is. throw you into the mix and it’s just critical hit after critical hit. defense lowered. no health potions left. he folds like a lawn chair with a massive smile and a whiny “stooooop” every time you say something even remotely affectionate. the habit is adorable, and you love it to pieces.

but you like poking fun at it even more. “god forbid i find my literal underwear model of a boyfriend attractive,” you’d say, or something along those lines, which of course only triples his embarrassment and on more than one occasion results in him starfishing on your kitchen floor, his hood pulled over his face.

fast forward however many months. he’s still the worst compliment-receiver you know, but you discover one arbitrary afternoon that it’s rubbed off on you.

the two of you are cuddled together on the living room couch in your usual fashion, your legs thrown over his thighs and his hands tracing absently over your shins as you relay to him something you overheard on the subway. the conversation is painfully normal. you’re almost bored. you pause to take a breath, and he murmurs, out of nowhere, in the dreamiest tone: “so damn beautiful.”

“wha—huh? what is?”

“you. your voice, your face, everything. i‘m lucky.”

your expression of bewilderment persists for around ten seconds, and then slowly, so slowly, you begin to sandwich your head between your knees, balling yourself up like a spooked armadillo. chan wonders if he should call an ambulance.

“love?” no response. “what, uh, what’s happening right now, exactly?”

no response. no response. then, hoarsely, “you can’t...say shit like that…randomly.”

he notices two things after that. one, your skin is burning hot enough to fry something upon, and two, you’ve formed a fist in the fabric of his hoodie, which you only do when you’re pretending to be annoyed at him. the puzzle pieces fall into place, and he starts grinning like a madman.

“you’re…embarrassed?”

the guttural groan you emit is more than enough of an answer, and the cute aggression that overcomes chan is fucking debilitating. he wraps his arms around you and hauls you entirely off the couch and onto his lap, littering kisses over your face until it finally resigns into a matching smile. all intent to continue feigning grumpiness erased with the drop of a hat. you drape an arm over his neck.

“you’re so good to me, channie,” you sigh helplessly. “i love you.”

“love you more, baby.” he imprints these words directly upon your lips, then pulls away, giggles. “that was very me of you, by the way.”

“i know, right? i was just about to say.”

minho + butt touching. it’s quite simple, really. if lee minho is within proximity of someone’s buttocks, he will, as he lives and breathes, make it known. will it be a coy little swat or a yelp-eliciting, full-bodied grab? nobody ever knows, not even him. the unpredictability is what makes it exciting.

but it takes a while before this starts applying to you, because the way minho touches you is…different. doting. there’s no other way to describe how he always holds the nape of your neck while kissing you, how he rests a hand against the small of your back whenever he leads you somewhere, how during the nights you can’t sleep he guides you to the place on his chest where he knows his heartbeat is loudest. he even drags you into his trademark headlocks the same way one would hold an invaluable treasure. he’s so obsessed with all of you that he never thinks to pay just your butt special attention (though it is, indeed, a special butt).

you take it into your own hands. literally.

you don’t know what prompts it—maybe you’ve simply seen minho slap his members’ asses one too many times, or maybe you’re still thinking of the specific time minho slapped changbin’s ass in passing and it fucking echoed, or maybe minho just looks especially fine in this practice outfit, a skintight tee and washed sweatpants that hug him in all the right places—but you feel a new urge today as your boyfriend swings his duffel over his shoulder, circles around the kitchen counter.

he puckers up as he nears you, silently requesting his goodbye; you give it to him, relishing for a moment in the familiar, soft plush of his lips beneath yours. then he pulls away and turns to leave, and your hand acquires its target.

“go get ‘em, tiger.” thwack!

minho jumps a foot into the air. clutches his pearls and his left butt cheek. becomes the splitting image of that perplexed blonde lady surrounded by geometry.

but when he turns around to stare at you, the smirk melting across his face betrays how he really feels about what you’ve just done. good. really good.

you, meanwhile, look genuinely confused. “it’s like it moved on its own.”

minho beams. steps towards you daintily, intentionally, like a cat catching sight of a laser beam. brings a hand to your hip, murmurs, “that’s what we’re doing now?” kisses you again, for longer this time.

you fully foresee his fingers wandering to your ass to give it a gentle squeeze, but you reach up to cuff his shoulder when it happens anyways, and his laugh vibrates against your mouth. it seems you’ll be reaping what you’ve sown from now on.

(good luck.)

changbin + the Cackle™. yes, you said something exceptionally funny. yes, you expected changbin to find it funny too. but you couldn’t expect the godforsaken noise that left his mouth as he threw himself straight into the tree planter behind you.

your mind spun with frantic questions as you helped him out of the dirt. had the spirit of spongebob just usurped his vocal cords? were you on a date with the wicked witch of the west? most importantly—

“are you well?” you sputtered, which only made him laugh harder and his laugh so much crazier, so you started laughing, too. and you were goners, falling over each other until you’d been reduced to watery eyes and sore cheeks, your giggling interrupted only by the sound of you slapping his thigh every so often, heartily enough to reverberate around the little park in which you concluded your second date.

that’s how you fall for seo changbin: laughing. with a reckless, breathless abandon you didn’t think possible. stumbling across empty sidewalks, spitting noodles across dining tables, begging for mercy on studio couches. wrestling under tear-stained comforters, starting (and re-starting) silly stories, huffing into beaming kisses. the list goes on.

you never quite get used to that chortle of his, too busy enjoying its insanity to notice how your own chuckles grow shorter and shriller, how they gradually develop an edge like the chittering of a forest dweller.

you complete your transformation on your ninety-eighth date.

no, changbin doesn’t say anything exceptionally funny. no, he doesn’t expect you to find it funny, either. he expects least of all for you to fold over the kitchen island and start cackling like cruella de vil on helium.

han turns around from his seat on the couch. chan’s footsteps come to a halt as he emerges from the bathroom. both of them have fear in their eyes as they witness your undoing.

the only thing on changbin’s face, though, is unfettered delight.

“b-baby,” he sputters with a growing smile. “are you—”

you lift your face off the marble surface and turn to face him. the entirety of your forehead and the point of your nose is covered in flour. you blow a cloud of the stuff out of your mouth like a dragon awoken from slumber.

he loses it.

the two of you make your way onto the floor in slow motion, ending in a tangled heap against the side of the counter. changbin tries to clean off the flour and smears it all over your cheeks instead. you are zero help whatsoever, smacking his bicep like that’ll help you catch your breath. your synchronized, diabolical laughter reaches every corner of the apartment. your happiness reaches every nerve ending.

chan and han look at each other, sigh. han takes a video.

hyunjin + side-eyeing. this man is so god awful at controlling his face, bless him…and DAMN HIM.

on one hand, you love how in tune with his emotions he is, how confidently he puts them on display. and you love your synergy. you come closer to believing in soulmates every time you glance his way and discover your exact feelings written all over his features; it’s a special type of happiness, sharing a brain with your favorite person in the world.

on the other hand, you think there’s a time and place for candor, and he tends, well, not to think at all. during many a precarious situation, you’ll catch him wearing an expression so transparent that he might as well arrange the words THIS IS STUPID AND I HATE ALL OF YOU over his head in neon lights. cue a dig of your heel into his toe, a hiss of pain cut short by your piercing glare. if you’d known ahead of time that dating hwang hyunjin would have you doing so much damage control…you’d still date him, let’s be real. but you do get stressed at times.

the night the tables turn, you’re at a celebratory dinner for your coworker’s birthday. small caveat: you can’t stand her. she’s the type to spontaneously combust if she goes two minutes without talking about herself. certainly doesn’t help that she’s downing champagne like water, and her lips are looser than ever.

hyunjin comes with you, fortunately. or not. he spends the whole evening trying so hard not to laugh: snorting into his bread, excusing himself to “cough.” you think he actually starts doing breathing exercises at some point. you’re so, so grateful that he’s here, but you’re also deathly afraid that he’s gonna bring out those neon lights in front of your entire office.

then, she flirts with him.

from the opposite end of the table. perfectly wasted but still knowing perfectly well that he’s yours. the whole patio goes silent. hyunjin’s jaw hits the table.

your fork clatters to your plate.

FUCK time and place.

the side-eye you give her is devastating. truly masterful. your brow furrows. your eyes turn to slits. your gaze does the up-down-up of unadulterated incredulity. hyunjin recognizes the motions straightaway and starts smiling so hard his whole face hurts.

you take your boyfriend’s wrist and stand up. he follows suit. you don’t say a thing as you leave the restaurant, and you don’t have to. the intensity of your disdain was more than enough; anything more and she might’ve started crying.

once you’re on the curb outside, hyunjin pulls on your interlocked hands, brings you close. his lips brush against the shell of your ear. you hear laughter and his smirk in his voice.

“you’re so fucking sexy, holy shit.”

jisung + how he applies lip balm. that han jisung is the pioneer of modern day babygirlism is the worst kept secret in the world. that han jisung applies lip balm the riveting way he does, however, is unknown even to you. until one morning.

you pop into the bathroom and make your usual beeline for your toothbrush, only to end up motionless in front of the sink, staring. jisung is a bit off to the side, hair pinned back by a cinnamoroll headband, eyes glued to his phone, hand holding a tube of chapstick that you can actually see getting shorter in real time. he looks so pensive, so concentrated. how long has it been since he last blinked? you’ve half a mind to pull out a stopwatch.

finally, he rubs his lips together, recaps the chapstick, and makes eye contact with you in the mirror. a smile crosses his face, equal parts confused and amused.

“baby, your mouth is open.”

you close it. then you open it again, and your words come out in a barely-contained laugh: “what on earth did you just do?”

“what do you mean?”

“the—” you point at his mouth, then do your best impression of an elementary schooler trying to color inside the lines. “—that.”

jisung looks aghast. “that was LIP BALM.”

“no, i know what it—you’re so—i meant, why do you apply it like that?”

jisung continues to look aghast. “like what?”

“like you’re one of socrates’ prized pupils and the answer to the universe’s formation lies at the bottom of—” you step in close, reach into the pocket of his sweatpants. “—this tube!”

it might be the craziest thing you’ve ever said to him. he bursts into laughter, the kind that leaves him no recollection of what he does with his limbs, and when he can see straight again he discovers he’s pressed you gently against the counter. his fingers latched around the hem of your top, his grin inches away from yours. can’t stay away from you to save his life, this one.

“do i actually?”

“yes! holy shit, it’s so cute.” your arms circle around his neck, also without an ounce of thought, also through a fit of giggles. “no way you’ve always done that, right?”

“i don’t know. i’ve never thought about it.” a pause. a tilt of his head, with purpose. “am i…doing it wrong?”

the question is a trap and you realize it too late. your gaze drops from his eyes to his lips—a ray of sunlight glistens off the pink plush like a paid actor—then back to his eyes. let’s find out.

you lean in. so does he. and his mouth tastes and feels like melted fucking sugar. it’s such a pleasant surprise that you actually moan, and he chuckles against you. lifts you onto the edge of the sink. your mind really goes empty after that, save for one thought. i have to start doing that.

felix + checking his own pulse. you saw it from afar, the first time.

he stood by the stage’s entrance just before curtain up, pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of his neck. eyelids sealed closed, chest heaving. you tilted your head, puzzled. worried. then the concert began, and you pushed the image to the back of your mind.

it returned to the forefront right before bed.

“you do it when you’re nervous?”

“yeah. forces me to ground myself. turns off the world for a bit.” the hand rubbing circles into your back paused. “wanna give it a go?”

“what, checking my pulse?”

“mine.”

you lifted your head off the pillow. felix took your hand from where it sat upon his ribs, isolating two fingers and nestling them over his jugular. his quickened heartbeat pressed into your skin like the world’s gentlest tattoo.

the sixty seconds began and concluded in total silence.

“well?” he whispered.

“ninety-three,” you answered, lightheaded from the sheer intimacy of it all. “you’re nervous right now?”

“something like that,” he hummed. pulled you down, kissed you deeply. there were no more words exchanged that night.

the habit surfaced more than you knew. while driving to visit your parents. after a stupid argument with a bouquet of flowers tucked beneath his free arm. you started doing it for him in the times he couldn’t, and he’d cover your hand with his own and kiss the top of your head silently, gratefully.

two years have passed since, and you’ve vanished from the dinner table.

felix asks the nearest waiter for directions to the restrooms. you don’t notice when the door swings open, unmoving in your spot over the sink, your pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of your neck.

his hand finds your hip. you let him turn you around and bring you to his chest; he glances at the crystalline droplets studding your lashes and falling from your cheeks. his eyes convey what his mouth doesn’t need to, not anymore.

let me.

you do.

his fingers replace yours the moment you drop them from under your jaw, the movement like clockwork. he counts your every heartbeat with unblinking concentration, his heart growing heavier the higher the number climbs.

the sixty seconds begin and conclude in total silence.

“well?” you whisper.

“hundred and six,” he answers. to his confusion, a smile pulls at your lips.

he wonders if it’s a trick of the bathroom lights when he sees the tiny box you pluck from your pocket, but there’s no mistaking the reality of the diamond ring that sits behind its open lid.

the earth slants under his feet.

“crazy.” you giggle through your tears, run your thumb over his cheekbone. “that’s how many years i want with you.”

seungmin + poking eyes(?) he’s hardly touched puppym when your voice is slicing through the living room air like a fucking beyblade.

“KIM SEUNGMIN, UNHAND HIM THIS INSTANT.”

do you have a sixth sense just for this? he throws his hands up in exasperation. “he’s literally me. i’m allowed to do whatever i want with me.”

“he’s not you, he’s our son.” you pop out of nowhere to swipe the plushie from over your boyfriend’s shoulder. “my son, if you keep this up.”

“just say you hate me and my preferred avenues of self expression.”

upside-down, he watches you dust off puppym’s face and smooch his forehead with a tenderness that makes seungmin unhappier than he lets on. you then tuck him into your jacket pocket. the little shit’s expression looks strangely smug poking out of its cotton capsule.

“i’m asking you to not gauge his eyes out, not to deliver me the holy grail,” you say. “you’ll survive.”

but then he feels your hands on either side of his face, and you lean over him like the mj to his peter, leave a kiss on the space between his eyes, too. he has zero say in the bashful smile this brings to his face.

“but why do you do that, seriously?” you mutter.

“i have no idea,” he replies. “but it’s fun. try it.”

“i’ll think about it.” you lean in again, and he nearly forgets what you were talking about in the first place when you kiss him on the lips this time. “okay, i’ve thought about it. no.”

“hate you,” he says despite the literal hearts in his eyes, and then you’re off to work.

puppym takes strikingly after his father. they have the same bangs. the same compulsively squeezable quality. the same little :3 that can only allude to sinister plottings. you’d be loath to admit that you sort of comprehend seungmin’s poking predisposition.

one night, seungmin falls asleep before you even finish your nighttime routine, and you spot in his peaceful, upturned face an opportunity.

you lie belly-down on your side of the bed. your fingers splay into a peace-sign in the air. your smile stretches further into a cheshire grin the closer you bring your hand. you’re just about to reach the ends of his eyelashes when—

“I KNEW IT!”

you almost catapult into the ceiling. then you try to make a mad dash for the bathroom. but seungmin shoots a hand around your wrist like he’s actually peter parker and pins you down before you so much as take a step. your only remaining option is to sulk about your foiled plans. (and blush, because, well, you’re under him.)

“amateur,” he tsks. “you gotta test my breathing to make sure i’m asleep first. shit’s foolproof.”

you blink at him for a few seconds. his words finally click.

now you almost catapult him into the ceiling.

“HOW MANY TIMES?”

jeongin + eating food in one bite. so you might be an instigator.

“hwuck,” he grumbles around the whole ice cream cone in his mouth, face scrunched up in a brain-freeze-induced wince. “ayee ith waz a bah iyeah.” (translation: fuck, maybe this was a bad idea.)

“you got this. just take it slow,” you urge, except he’s stopped moving and speaking and closed his eyes as if he’s descending into a deep sleep. you’re actually concerned for about two seconds, and then his jaw begins to oscillate leisurely like an elderly cow in his favorite pasture. false alarm.

after some time, he swallows, beams. “so am i the fucking best or what.”

“yeah you are,” you echo, and he swings an arm over your shoulder, plants a chocolatey kiss on your temple. the two of you celebrate his daesangs with less enthusiasm.

“when are you doing that with me, by the way?”

“the one-bite thing?” he nods. “mmm, coaches don’t play.”

“mmm, this one will.”

“doubtful.”

fast forward a few weeks and you, jeongin, and his younger brother are sitting cross-legged on the porch in his backyard. three full-sized oranges rest in the center of your makeshift circle. damn is yoon hard to say no to. (runs in the family.)

“the rules!” he declares. “eat the orange whole! first to swallow it wins! you can’t spit it out!”

you wait. “is that it?”

“yes!”

why was the delivery so grand?

jeongin places a fond hand atop his brother’s head. “i’ve brought you a new loser, yoonie. get excited.”

you feign an indifferent scoff, but jeongin spots the fire that ignites behind your eyes like that of an anime protagonist, the resolute grip with which you palm your orange. he smirks. he’s never known you to take trash talk sitting down. or sitting cross-legged on his porch.

yoon counts you off. “ready…”

“good luck, coach,” jeongin sings.

“shut up, pipsqueak.”

“set…GO!”

in amusing unison, you and yoon try and fail to fasten your teeth around even half of the fruit. jeongin, meanwhile, fits the whole thing into his black hole of an oral cavity and launches into that dumb cow impression again.

desperate times call for desperate measures.

you rip the orange from your lips. “yoon! your brother’s ticklish, right?”

both yang siblings’ eyes widen—the younger’s in growing delight, the older’s in impending horror.

the latter reacts first. “ay, ay, ay, ah ahes eh ooles!” (translation: wait, wait, wait, that’s against the rules!)

but the former moves first, and you’re right behind him.

jeongin weakens when the younger boy assaults his sides, crumples when you target the back of his neck, the sounds leaving his mouth getting progressively louder and somehow even less intelligible.

he eventually has to spit out the orange to avoid death by pulp going down the wrong pipe and spins around in indignation, wiping at his chin with the back of his hand. but his annoyance—

you’re back on the floor, gnawing hopelessly at the the orange again. “ih ih eawahin, ooh.” (translation: this is embarrassing, yoon.)

yoon replies, “huh?” (translation: huh?)

—dissipates, immediately.

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