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sparklingchan · 5 months

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The way I love you || Lee Minho (Stray Kids)

Pairing: Reader(fem.) X Lee Know

Word count : 4k+

Warnings : Sexual implications, making out, prostitution, mentions of alcohol, mentions of death, cuss words.

Genre : Romance, angst, royal AU, suggestive.

Description: He was a prince, bound by his duty. She was a harlot, longing for someone to love her truly. In stolen moments beneath the moonlit city, they dared to dream of a love meant to be.

A/N : HELLO MY TUMBLR FAM! I'm back again with the Royal fics haha. And this time it's my boi Lino<3 I hope y’all like this! It's one of my favorites!

And as I promised, I'll make a masterlist for all the Royal fics. Here is the link. Do check out the other fics in this series(the stories are not interrelated)!

Minho hates coming to the main market; he hates the sticky workers bumping into him, he hates the smell of burnt meat, he hates the sound of noisy instruments people play in the name of music.

The only things he does like about the market is the wine, and you.

"Here for y/n again, my Prince?" One of the courtesans-Taylor- asks him just as he enters the tavern. She wears the brightest of lipsticks and smells like jasmine.

"I'm here for the wine." He says, which is only half a lie.

"As you say, my prince," Taylor giggles, "Your y/n is on the third floor as always. She hasn't had any customers today."

He walks the flight of stairs without breaking sweat and knocks on your door, excitement bubbling inside him.

The door opens and he catches a whiff of your rose scented perfume.

"Well, hello there," you smile at him, "Long time, huh?"

He chuckles, "It's only been three days, y/n."

You pull him inside by his collar, shut the door behind him and immediately draw your mouth to his.

You'd missed him, clearly.

In your dark lit bedroom, many men entered everyday for the purpose of their pleasure. But Minho was the only who entered this room everyday only to please you.

"Excited, aren't we?" He asks you when you push him onto the bed and climb over him, "I missed you, y/n."

You kiss him again; this time with more force, more passion and a lot more tongue. He reciprocates your action with equal enthusiasm.

As the night grows colder and darker, you find yourself cuddling with the man under your quilt. The love bites on both of your bodies barely visible under the light of a single candle.

"I wonder what magic keeps me coming back for more everyday. " Minho says softly, his fingers playing with your hair.

"Oh, does the 'Perfect Prince' not want to be seen in a whore's bed? Does it embarrass him?" You ask, playfully.

His mouth twists into a smirk, "Never. Not even in a thousand years."

He kisses you again and again and again until the last candle dies out and the quilt finds its place in some corner of the floor.

"Taylor, it's too early to be bothering me with customers!" You yell first thing in the morning, still sleepy and still cold from the absence of Minho's body against you.

"Y/n, it's not a customer. I need to talk to you." She yells back, "Open the door."

Groaning, you push yourself towards the door.

"What is it?"

Her face lacks the usual cheerfulness. She looks grim. Sad, almost.

"Minho didn't wanna wake you up," she pulls an envelope from her pocket, "He asked me to give you this."

"Okay. I'll read it later." You mutter. It's not unusual for Minho to deliver love letters for you sometimes. What's so special about this one?

"Y/n, read it." Taylor says, "Now."

There's an underlying urgency in her words that she tries to mask but doesn't escape your notice.

You walk back to your bed and open the letter.

Hi, y/n.

This is probably the last time that I'm writing to you. I feel sick even just at the thought of being without you but I have to do my princely duties now.

I'm getting married to Princess Sophie soon. My father commands it.

Y/n, I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me someday. I really meant it when I said I loved you.

Minho.

Inside the half empty envelope are a few coins of gold.

He paid you. For sleeping with him. For the first time ever.

It's as if the air is forced out of your lungs. You find it hard to breathe, hard to keep your eyes open, hard to even comprehend Taylor's questions.

You're not even in that room anymore.

You are by the river at midnight, with Minho. He'd set up a fire and covered the both of you with a quilt while he sung a soft melody.

You are in the rain, shouting profanities at each other. That was the day when he first told you he loved you.

You are at the tavern's terrace, kissing him for the first time.

You are at the Royal Palace. That's the day he first sees you, bold and loud, not afraid to say 'no' to sleeping with his monstrous father.

You are at the main market, buying a new pair of earrings when an injured Prince shows up at the shop. That's when you first see him.

You only had one regret at present.

You never got to tell him how much you loved him.

"Y/n, I know you're grieving but you cannot refuse customers anymore. You know this is what brings food to your table!" Taylor wraps a shawl around your half naked frame, "You always knew Minho could not just leave the palace and come live with you in this brothel, didn't you?"

You'd had another episode today; screaming and punching a customer while he tried to take your clothes off.

That's three days in a row.

If Taylor hadn't been there, the boss would have killed you with his own bare hands.

"I know," you say, "But I just...can't. I cannot bring myself to accept the fact that he burnt down the past year to the worth of a few coins. I have no lust for gold. I have no desire for a family, especially when my own father sold me here. I only loved him and now, he's fucking gone."

Taylor rubs your shoulders gently.

"Y/n, I know. But you have to get yourself together or you will only hurt yourself." She replies, "For all I know, he could be already married now. Sticking his fucking tongue in Sophie's mouth."

You look up at her.

"What do you mean? His wedding is today?" You ask.

She nods, "The city has been decorated like never before."

You force yourself out of her embrace and rush towards your cupboard.

"What are you doing, y/n?" Taylor asks.

"Going to crash a royal wedding."

Minho has developed a habit of looking for your eyes everywhere he goes. It's not a good one, but he can't seem to get rid of this habit.

And on his wedding day, as he stands at the alter, holding his fiancé's hand while the priest talks about loving, cherishing and honoring Princess Sophie for life, he cannot stop himself from looking for you in the sea of people.

Rich and powerful people from all over the world are present in the hall but somewhere in between these people, he sees a glimpse of someone he knows. Too well, in fact.

"Y/n?" He whispers to himself, heart pounding against his chest.

"Minho, are you alright? Your hands are getting sweaty." Sophie whispers but he just shrugs, his eyes glued to you.

As were yours, to his.

You didn't think he'd notice you amongst the velvet clad aristocrats but he did. And you wish he hadn't.

The bride and groom exchange wine glasses and have a sip from it.

"If anyone has any objections to this holy matrimony, speak now. Or hold your peace forever." The priest announces and the room goes quiet.

Of course no one would object to this wedding.

No one except you.

Minho sees a single hand raised among the crowd.

"Yes, miss?" The priest says.

"How could the prince marry another woman when his child grows inside me? What about the seed that he left behind? If I choose to give birth to this child, will it be your successor, my prince?"

Minho feels the blood drain from his face.

"You! How dare you?" Minho screams at you, his heart breaking into a million pieces. He would never speak to you in this way, but he has to. To protect you from this mess you'd created, he must be harsh.

He is the prince and he will be safe but you, they wouldn't spare you.

"How dare you?" You yell back, eyes bloodshot, "Do you think a few coins could make up for what you did to me?"

"Quiet! You whore! Dare you to disrupt a royal wedding with false accusations?" The king-Minho's father finally speaks. "Guards! Take her to the guillotine and bedhead her!"

"Father, no! I will deal with this in my own way." Minho says, almost losing his calm. "Guards, take the woman to the dungeons."

Your tears roll down your cheeks and you quickly rub them off with your hand as the guards take you down to the dungeons. You're sure he's gonna get you killed.

You take one last glance at the man you love and smile at him.

So long, Minho.

The wedding is called off and Princess Sophie storms out of the wedding hall along with her father. Of course, Minho's father was furious.

"I will kill her. I will kill her with my bare hands!" The king slams his fist against the table, "She ruined everything! Everything!"

"Father, please calm down." Hyunjin-Minho's younger brother says. "We have to think of a way to make up with Princess Sophie and her family."

"He's right. Being angry won't solve our problem." Minho says, twirling the wine in his glass, a playful smile on his face.

The king glares at his eldest son, walks toward him and smashes the glass from his hands.

"How dare you sit in my room, relaxed as ever, while you've fucked up so bad?" He yells, " You slept with a common whore, impregnated her and I have to suffer for it?"

Minho wants to defend himself but he knows it's of no use when the king raises his fist in the air and punches right at Minho's nose.

Minho smells the blood before he sees it.

Hyunjin tries to stop the king and mouths at Minho, leave now.

Minho does as he is told.

That night, as he cleans the blood from his face, he finally let's himself relax a little.

Today was a blunder, a total disaster but at least he didn't have to marry some other woman. He couldn't imagine life with a woman he didn't love. He considered himself a coward for not fighting for you enough, which is why you were in prison. Nevertheless, he swears to himself that he will save you from this mess. It didn't matter what he had to do, he would make sure you're out of prison by tomorrow.

"You're a reckless idiot, y/n." He mutters to himself, "But you're my reckless idiot."

You've never seen Taylor look this sad before. Her eyes are bloodshot and the tip of her nose shines red.

"I told you," she says to you, handing you some food, "I told you not to do this. Now look what they've done! Minho has you locked up and you can be sentenced to death any minute!"

"Well, it was worth a shot, really." You say to her.

Taylor snickers at your words, "Also, are you really pregnant or did you make it up to get his attention?"

You chuckle, "Of course I'm not pregnant. I just thought it would add a bit spice to the drama."

"Fine. Whatever. Just do not die on me, y/n. I swear. You're my.." Taylor sucks in a deep breath, "You're my only family. Please."

You blink your tears away before Taylor even notices. You take a spoonful of the porridge she made and stuff it in your mouth so you'd forget about her words. You're too weak for this right now.

"Y/n, just promise me-" Taylor is interrupted by the prison guard.

"Prince Minho is here to see you."

Even the porridge in your mouth does not stop your heart from aching and your eyes from tearing up.

Why is he here?

"Your majesty." Taylor greets him with the basic courtesy. You, on the other hand are looking at everything but him.

"Taylor, may I have a word with y/n alone? My guards here will take you up to my room. I have something important to discuss with you as well."

Taylor nods with a word and follows his guard.

Now it's just you and him. In a jail cell. While your heart breaks knowing he will serve you with capital punishment.

Is it the heavens punishing a common whore like yourself for loving the prince?

Perhaps.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Minho says in a soft whisper. His voice is filled with concern but you cannot look at him. Absolutely not.

If you even as much glance at those eyes you'd fallen in love with, you know you might lose all your will power.

"Fine." You reply sternly, "What do you want?"

Minho sucks in a deep breath, "I wish I had more time to explain but it'll all make sense some day, okay? For now, just trust me."

He offers you a vile of clear liquid.

"It's not anything bad, I swear. Just trust me, please. " He puts it on your palm.

His touch sends shivers down your spine.

And just like that, he turns around and walks away.

You stare at the vile in your hands and for a split second, you wonder if he'd handed you some type of poison. You wish he did.

And when you open the vile and gulp down that bitter liquid, you pray to the gods that you never wake up again because that's when your body hits the ground.

Hyunjin is anxious from the moment he wakes up in the morning.

He's anxious while he has breakfast, he's anxious while he avoids the eyes of palace officials to sneak into the old quarters of his mother.

He's especially anxious when he sees you lying on the bed, lips pale and stiff.

"I hope this works for God's sake." He pulls out a vile of purple liquid from his pocket and carefully, pours it into your mouth.

He curses Minho for handing him with the scariest possible task ever.

And as he paces the room, waiting for the antidote to work, he prays to every God, every spirit, every deity he's ever heard of.

Within a few minutes, much to his relief, your eyes open.

You look at Hyunjin alarmingly.

"You..You're his brother." You say, almost as if accusing him of a crime, "Aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm Hyunjin." He seats at the foot of the bed, "How are you feeling?"

"Fine. But my head hurts real bad." You reply, "Where's Minho? That bastard gave me a bitter drink and disappeared!"

Hyunjin notices your hopeful gaze go from the ceiling of the room to his face and then to his outfit. The mourning outfit.

"Why are you in mourning? And why are you wearing that badge with a dove on it?" Your voice is alarmed and you immediately sit up.

You remember Minho had once told you that the dove badge worn by the Royal family implies a death of a member of the Royal bloodline.

"Is Minho okay?" Your words are almost a whisper.

"Well, y/n, it's a little complicated, I will be honest but if you come with me now and trust me on this-"

"Why the fuck does every keep on asking me to trust them? What is going on? Either let me die in peace or let me leave this palace! I cannot take this anymore. And, for the love of God, would you tell me if Minho is okay or not?"

"He's alive." Hyunjin sighs, " Everyone thinks he committed suicide last night. The city is mourning the death of their crown prince. "

You're confused, "But he's alive, right?"

Hyunjin manages a smile, "Yes, he's alive. He staged his death and is waiting for you by the river bank. "

You jump out of the bed at once, heart pounding against your chest.

"Take me to him, please."

The river bank is the most beautiful place in the city, filled with shops and tourists and traders and singers and life. It's beautiful. Unlike your room in the brothel, which was as lifeless as anything could get.

The only one who made that room lively was Minho.

Minho who taught you to play cards, Minho who once beat up a customer because he was harassing you, Minho who promised he'd give anything to get you out of that hell hole.

Minho who loved you.

Now, Minho stands by a boat, wearing a straw hat and gripping his sword tightly. Taylor stands beside him, a brown package in her hands.

And when Minho's eyes meet yours, you run to him as if he'd run away if you didn't, disappear into thin air, leaving you alone in that cold dark room once again.

And oh! Minho is so warm as he wraps you in his embrace. He's warm like the sun on the coldest winter morning, warm like a cup of tea, warm like a freshly baked cookie. He's warm and he's yours.

"What..what is going on?" You sob into his embrace, "Please, will you stay with me? Minho, please?"

Minho is crying too, which is surprising because you've never seen him cry. Upset maybe , but crying never.

Yet here he is crying like a newborn baby, crying because a part of him knows he's managed to save you somehow.

"I'm not leaving okay?" He says, still crying, caressing your cheeks, "We're gonna go far from this city. We're never coming back okay?"

You can only nod as Taylor gently pats your head.

"This is a farewell gift. From me." She smiles at you, handing you the package, "It's a wedding dress that I made. I hope you can wear it when the day comes."

And you're crying again. But this time, you're crying into Taylor's embrace. It's hard leaving behind someone who loved you like a sister.

"We'll write to you. We promise. As soon as we find a proper place to stay, we will write to you both. " Minho says, to Taylor and to his brother.

"Sorry for burdening you with this country. " Minho whispers when Hyunjin hugs him, "I hope you forgive me someday."

"Bullshit. Really, I've always wanted to kill you and get this crown for myself. You only made my job easier." Hyunjin jokes, patting Minho's back.

Minho chuckles. The boatman catches his eye and points to the sun.

"We should get going now, y/n. They'll be holding a prayer in the afternoon and we cannot risk anyone seeing us before we leave."

You nod, kissing Taylor's head softly, holding her gift close to your chest.

"Do visit us sometime." You say to both of them and they nod in unison.

Minho helps you on the boat and hands a few coins to the boatman.

The soft current of the river pushes your boat farther away from the shore, Taylor and Hyunjin wave goodbye to you. You feel horrible leaving behind the city of your birth. You feel empty and cold.

But Minho wraps his arms around you and the coldness vanishes. Minho is warm, and from now on, he's only yours.

4 years later.

"Your baby is fucking killing me, Minho." You groan as you get up from the sofa in your bakery.

You'd been sitting and munching on cookies for way too long perhaps.

"Hey, don't curse in front of the baby." He hushes you, caressing your bump. You feel the baby kick again.

You both laugh.

"Come on." He takes you by the hand and drags you to the sofa once again, ignoring all your protests.

Ever since you'd entered the seventh month of your pregnancy, Minho refused to let you do any work. And by any, you meant any work that involved physical activity.

In the mornings, he forced you to watch him sweep the floors whilst you made him breakfast. In the afternoons, he forced you to sit at the cash counter of your bakery and watch him bake stuff tirelessly while you interacted with the customers.

In the evening, he gives you snacks while he cleans up the bakery for tomorrow.

In the night, he holds you close while he whispers sweet nothings into your ears.

It was a routine but you'd come to love this routine.

You wouldn't trade it for the world.

"What are you thinking?" He pulls you closer and plants a kiss on your lips.

"Just something. " You reply, embarrassed.

"Tell me, love. What is it?"

And how could you ever say 'no' to him if he used that tone on you?

"Well, I was thinking," you mindlessly fiddle with his fingers, "Do you ever regret giving up the throne for me? I mean, you're royalty. And here you are washing dishes and baking cookies every day. You could have lived a lavish life, you know."

You sound sad, guilty even.

Minho chuckles at you. But doesn't say anything.

Instead, he pulls your face closer and kisses you. Passionately. Softly. Lovingly.

When he pulls away, you feel breathless.

"Does that answer your question?" His sincere eyes look into yours, his hands on your belly, "I wouldn't trade this for the world."

You pull him back in for a kiss because that's all you'd ever wanted to hear.

And because Minho is warm and he smells like cookies and he's yours.

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skz-streamer · 5 months

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His Eyes

Simptober Romance Tropes M-list

Pairing: Hyunjin (skz) x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Notes: WTH THIS IS SO LONG IM SORRY

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately face claims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

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You first saw him in one of your passing periods in high school

he was just so pretty you almost fainted

his black hair and beautiful boba eyes, he was literally perfect

you were in love, you knew it.

but there was no way you would approach him, so he just stayed as the "love at first sight dude" whenever u mentioned him to your friends

somehow you never saw him again, not even in the year book or the hallway, classes, nothing.

Obvi you moved on from your little high school crush by the time you got to college

you were single but content, you didn't really need anyone.

As you went on in your college life you decided to get into a little modeling, it wouldn't hurt

You felt like it was good to have a little fun, and you were absolutely stunning in your eyes so why nottttt

You needed to work on a portfolio first tho, you searched up some photographers to help you out

"Hwang Hyunjin- 5star ratings" Yup this was ur dude

there wasn't a profile picture of him but all his previous customers said he was a pleasure to work with

You contacted this Hyunjin dude and to ur surprise he emailed you back pretty quickly

You both decided to meet at a small cafe, just to get to know each other a bit

You wanted to look good, but nothing to fancy

you ended up wearing a cute miniskirt along with a oversized sweater

this would work

you meet at the spot and scanned the room, you didn't know what he looked like so it was hard but sooner or later you assumed "Hyunjin" was walking through the door because he had a camera

you waved out calling his name

he turned to you, gosh he was so handsome

or rather pretty, yeah he was so pretty

in fact he looked a little familiar

you felt yourself getting lost in his beautiful eyes

he seemed to stare at you for moment too, almost confused

well not confused but in love was what Hyunjin was feeling

of course he recognized you

you were the cute girl in the hallway that one day, it was such a long time ago but he remembered, how could he forget?

he sat down across from you and formally introduced himself

gosh you felt like you were gonna faint if you looked at him any longer

when the waiter came, he turned to the side exposing a little mole under his eye

That's where you had seen him!!! Highschool!! he was the

You first saw him in one of your passing periods in high school

he was just so pretty you almost fainted

his black hair and beautiful boba eyes, he was literally perfect

you were in love, you knew it.

but there was no way you would approach him, so he just stayed as the "love at first sight dude" whenever u mentioned him to your friends

somehow you never saw him again, not even in the year book or the hallway, classes, nothing.

Obvi you moved on from your little high school crush by the time you got to college

you were single but content, you didn't really need anyone.

As you went on in your college life you decided to get into a little modeling, it wouldn't hurt

You felt like it was good to have a little fun, and you were absolutely stunning in your eyes so why nottttt

You needed to work on a portfolio first tho, you searched up some photographers to help you out

"Hwang Hyunjin- 5star ratings" Yup this was ur dude

there wasn't a profile picture of him but all his previous customers said he was a pleasure to work with

You contacted this Hyunjin dude and to ur surprise he emailed you back pretty quickly

You both decided to meet at a small cafe, just to get to know each other a bit

You wanted to look good, but nothing to fancy

you ended up wearing a cute miniskirt along with a oversized sweater

this would work

you meet at the spot and scanned the room, you didn't know what he looked like so it was hard but sooner or later you assumed "Hyunjin" was walking through the door because he had a camera

you waved out calling his name

he turned to you, gosh he was so handsome

or rather pretty, yeah he was so pretty

in fact he looked a little familiar

you felt yourself getting lost in his beautiful eyes

he seemed to stare at you for moment too, almost confused

well not confused but in love was what Hyunjin was feeling

of course he recognized you

you were the cute girl in the hallway that one day, it was such a long time ago but he remembered, how could he forget?

he sat down across from you and formally introduced himself

gosh you felt like you were gonna faint if you looked at him any longer

when the waiter came, he turned to the side exposing a little mole under his eye

That's where you had seen him!!! Highschool!! he was the

You first saw him in one of your passing periods in high school

he was just so pretty you almost fainted

his black hair and beautiful boba eyes, he was literally perfect

you were in love, you knew it.

but there was no way you would approach him, so he just stayed as the "love at first sight dude" whenever u mentioned him to your friends

somehow you never saw him again, not even in the year book or the hallway, classes, nothing.

Obvi you moved on from your little high school crush by the time you got to college

you were single but content, you didn't really need anyone.

As you went on in your college life you decided to get into a little modeling, it wouldn't hurt

You felt like it was good to have a little fun, and you were absolutely stunning in your eyes so why nottttt

You needed to work on a portfolio first tho, you searched up some photographers to help you out

"Hwang Hyunjin- 5star ratings" Yup this was ur dude

there wasn't a profile picture of him but all his previous customers said he was a pleasure to work with

You contacted this Hyunjin dude and to ur surprise he emailed you back pretty quickly

You both decided to meet at a small cafe, just to get to know each other a bit

You wanted to look good, but nothing to fancy

you ended up wearing a cute miniskirt along with a oversized sweater

this would work

you meet at the spot and scanned the room, you didn't know what he looked like so it was hard but sooner or later you assumed "Hyunjin" was walking through the door because he had a camera

you waved out calling his name

he turned to you, gosh he was so handsome

or rather pretty, yeah he was so pretty

in fact he looked a little familiar

you felt yourself getting lost in his beautiful eyes

he seemed to stare at you for moment too, almost confused

well not confused but in love was what Hyunjin was feeling

of course he recognized you

you were the cute girl in the hallway that one day, it was such a long time ago but he remembered, how could he forget?

he sat down across from you and formally introduced himself

gosh you felt like you were gonna faint if you looked at him any longer

when the waiter came, he turned to the side exposing a little mole under his eye

That's where you had seen him!!! Highschool!! he was the

You first saw him in one of your passing periods in high school

he was just so pretty you almost fainted

his black hair and beautiful boba eyes, he was literally perfect

you were in love, you knew it.

but there was no way you would approach him, so he just stayed as the "love at first sight dude" whenever u mentioned him to your friends

somehow you never saw him again, not even in the year book or the hallway, classes, nothing.

Obvi you moved on from your little high school crush by the time you got to college

you were single but content, you didn't really need anyone.

As you went on in your college life you decided to get into a little modeling, it wouldn't hurt

You felt like it was good to have a little fun, and you were absolutely stunning in your eyes so why nottttt

You needed to work on a portfolio first tho, you searched up some photographers to help you out

"Hwang Hyunjin- 5star ratings" Yup this was ur dude

there wasn't a profile picture of him but all his previous customers said he was a pleasure to work with

You contacted this Hyunjin dude and to ur surprise he emailed you back pretty quickly

You both decided to meet at a small cafe, just to get to know each other a bit

You wanted to look good, but nothing to fancy

you ended up wearing a cute miniskirt along with a oversized sweater

this would work

you meet at the spot and scanned the room, you didn't know what he looked like so it was hard but sooner or later you assumed "Hyunjin" was walking through the door because he had a camera

you waved out calling his name

he turned to you, gosh he was so handsome

or rather pretty, yeah he was so pretty

in fact he looked a little familiar

you felt yourself getting lost in his beautiful eyes

he seemed to stare at you for moment too, almost confused

well not confused but in love was what Hyunjin was feeling

of course he recognized you

you were the cute girl in the hallway that one day, it was such a long time ago but he remembered, how could he forget?

he sat down across from you and formally introduced himself

gosh you felt like you were gonna faint if you looked at him any longer

when the waiter came, he turned to the side exposing a little mole under his eye

That's where you had seen him!!! Highschool!! he was the "love at first sight dude"

the both of you talked over coffee and decided that you would work together, he was sweet

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by the time your first shoot with him came it went really smoothly

he suggested poses and you happily followed

and you were happy w the results!

he suggested doing a few more shoots just incase you changed your mind about this one

Soon you reached you third shoot with him, your last one

yo knew there was some kind of chemistry between the two of you but you didn't know how to dress it

you didn't want to loose him again.

you ended up asking if he wanted to grout for a drink after you were done, he gladly agreed

Hyunjin too did not want your relationship to end, he liked you, like a lot.

something about the way you looked at him like you were in some kind of daze, he loved it

the two of you headed over to the bar and sat at the counter

he bought you and himself a few drinks throughout the course of 2ish hours

you didn't really know anymore

you could spend an eternity just looking at him, studying his features

time didn't matter

meanwhile Hyunjin felt like he was gonna melt under your gaze, your pretty doe eyes looking up at him, he could just stare into your eyes for an eternity

a loud chair snapped him out of his thoughts

someone had sat next to you, not just "someone"

he knew this guy, Hyunjin had often come to this bar an the knew most of the guys who came

this man was definitely a creep typa dude

Hyunjin had seen how he flirted with the other ladies at the bar

Hyunjin pulled his chair closer to you wrapping his arm around your shoulder, hoping that the guy would leave the two of you alone

you, who had been staring at Hyunjin for the past whatever amount of time didn't even notice the guy behind you

so you were kinda taken aback when Hyunjin came closer to you, a hot flush came over you

thank god the lighting in this bar was dim, you would've looked like. tomato otherwise

you felt someone tap your shoulder, not Hyunjin. someone else

you turned your head facing the new man

"can I buy you a drink pretty?" you held back an insult, "no im good thanks tho" you tried to be polite.

Hyunjin on the other hand did NOT like that

he just turned you body to face him while telling you to just ignore that dude, that he's kinda like that

you rolled your eyes agreeing about the creep and thanked him for looking out for you, it was sweet

oh gosh there you go again with the- "you sure pretty?"

you turned around to face the guy, gosh he just wouldn't stop. what a creep.

you turned him down once again, and again , anddd agian

as he kept pestering you you just tried to ignore it

Hyunjin suggested going to another place but you said it was fine

that guy would probably leave soon you thought

"ow!" you yelped "dude what's your problem?" you stared at the creep next to you

You detached your arm from the grip of his hand "what is a pretty girl like you doing all alone in a bar like this?"

"she's not alone" Hyunjin interrupted

"ohh really? your just friends. I know you are, leaving her all to me"

"Idk what you're talking about man, we've been dating for the past few months now" Hyunjin was trying to come up with excuses

you on the other hand hated this, you wish you could just slap the man and go away w Hyunjin

but instead Hyunjin interrupted your thoughts by grabbing your wrist and placing it on his chest

He bent down, whispering into your ear, "just play along"

Gosh at this point forget about tomatoes you were a burning fire

the guy next to you kept on blabbering about the two of you, and just as you were about to turn to him Hyunjin took your chin and brought your face close to his

You swear there was only an inch between the two of your lips

he looked into your eyes almost asking for permission and you blinked in response, signaling to him that it was okay

As he leaned in for a kiss you felt like the whole world was in your favor, this was really happening, REALLY.

and that was it. just a peck. it was like a second. that was it.

you snapped out of your one second haze and saw the creep leaving the counter grumbling about a lost opportunity

Looking back at Hyunjin he was trying to avoid eye contact, he was nervous how cute :)

you called his name and he jumped a little

"sorry, I just wanted the guy to leav-"

"its okay" you replied "I kinda liked it"

Hyunjin looked at you, there were those eye again, that beautiful look of yours

the two of you leaned in again meeting in another kiss

not a peck, but a kiss. a real kiss

maybe you really had fallen for him. well of course you had. you were literally kissing him right now

but maybe it was love, true love, and you just couldn't wait to tell him

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streetlight11 · 1 year

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Stranger's Hearts

Summary: Working at a restaurant as a waitress, you are bound to have cute customers every now and then, right? But so far, none has properly caught your eye before. Until recently...

Theme: waitress au, strangers to lovers

Genre: pure fluff

Warnings: mentions of alcohol

WC: 3.1k

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

a/n: Hello! I haven't been active due to many reasons but I'm back to share a new writing with you! Enjoy 🩵

It was a Saturday afternoon, you are working a full shift today to earn money for a lot of commitments. Like your rent, power bills, phone bills, water bills, groceries, school fees, etc. Being a university student isn’t easy but you aren't gonna give up just yet. Which is why you work a full shift on weekends to earn extra than what you get every other day due to working short hours after school. After serving the food orders to a table with a family of four, they thanked you for your good service before you left to continue with your work.

You went to the back room to take a short breath from running around for the past few hours. A fellow colleague of yours who is the senior waiter and team lead, Hyungwon, was just informing the chefs the new orders before clipping the paper to the string for the chefs to refer.

“Tired already?” Hyungwon teased you as he walked up to you with a smile on his face. Yes he’s your senior, but somehow, he’s very close to you and treats you with so much care as though you were his little sister. He is in fact 4 years older than you so that explains a lot.

“One of the tables is occupied by a group of girls who seem like they’re the kind to complain about the pasta being fusilli and not linguine…” You said with a huff, only for him to laugh.

“Still… They’re customers so all we can do is give them what they want.” Hyungwon said, giving you a soft pat to your shoulder before he left the kitchen. You didn’t wanna get caught slacking by your boss so you got up and left the kitchen to continue doing your job. You went over to a table near the window where a couple was sitting, so you could take their orders.

“Is there anything else?” You asked.

“No, thank you.” The woman said with a kind smile in which you happily returned.

“Alright then. Your order will be served soon.” You said as you turned to head back to the kitchen. Unfortunately, you turned a little too soon because it caused you to accidentally crash into someone who was walking past your back.

“Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry!” You said as the handsome guy simply smiled and shook his head.

“No worries. Are you okay?” He asked so you nodded. He then held out his hand, gesturing you to walk so you did. That’s when you heard a voice calling for the person standing behind you.

“Chan hyung!” The male with full cheeks waved in your direction as you glanced past your shoulder to find the guy you bumped into, giving a thumbs up. This slipped your mind as you went into the kitchen and delivered the order to the chefs. A few minutes ticked by and you were currently serving drinks to a table near the front entrance. When you turned back to head to the kitchen, you saw the guy from earlier raising his hand up in hopes that one of your friends would see him.

Lucky for him, you saw his hand raised. Hence, why you were now making your way to their table. As you got closer, you felt a little nervous seeing that their table is filled with 8 very good looking guys who look to be around your age. You tried to keep your professionalism in and smiled when you arrived at their table.

“Hello, are you ready to order?” You asked and the same guy from earlier smiled at you politely.

“Yes we are. Can I have one beef bolognese pasta with linguine and one coke please? What about you guys?” He then points to his friends as they go around the table giving you their orders. When you noticed there were just 7 food and drinks in total, you spoke up to make sure everyone had their orders in.

“There’s only 7 orders. Am I missing out on one?” You asked as their heads soon turned to the male sitting with his arms crossed on the table, head hanging low to burn a hole into the menu, looking as though he’s hiding under his cap.

“Hwang Hyunjin. Aren’t you the one who complained about being hungry just 10 minutes ago?” The one with a black fitting shirt said with a teasing smirk.

“Uh… I’ll um… I’ll get the um…” Hyunjin clears his throat as the one sitting opposite him with fairly long dark brown hair and feline eyes smirked at him to tease afterwards.

“Come on, Jinie… Don’t be shy in front of the waitress… She’s waiting.” The male said, making some of them squeak along with teasing noises. You couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle as Hyunjin finally looks up after glaring at his friend and meeting your gaze.

“I’ll get the sirloin steak with mac ‘n’ cheese and salad please.” He said, keeping eye contact with you.

“Great! How well would you like your steak to be cooked?”

“Medium well, please.”

“Awesome. Any drinks to go with that?”

“Uh… Just iced americano, please.” Hyunjin said and you smiled while writing it down.

“Got it.” You said and soon repeated their orders before taking the menus with you and left. Minutes tick by and you were too busy to steal glances at their table but maybe it’s good because if not, you probably wouldn’t be focusing on work. When their food was ready, you carried the plates on your arms, balancing them expertly. With your help of calling out the name of each dish, they raised their hands to their individual orders and you gave them out accordingly.

You came back again with the remaining dishes, handing Hyunjin’s food last since his was in fact steak. After you’ve given him his order, you flash them a smile politely.

“Enjoy your meals. Call us if you need anything else.” You said and they thanked you in unison.

For the next hour, the crowd had died down a little, giving you room to relax. You were just by the cashier counter, changing the empty paper roll to a new one in the bill printer machine when your eyes naturally flew over to the table in the back of the room. This accidentally caught the attention of the male with feline eyes. He visibly smirked at you as you saw his lips move. Just in time for Hyunjin to glance past his shoulder and lock eyes with you.

This made you look down naturally, hoping you didn’t look too panicky. You busied yourself with checking the bill history to make sure they tally. Suddenly, your co-worker Ellie came to you and was grinning at you from ear to ear.

“What now, El?”

“Those guys seated at the back… I heard them talking about you when I came to clean the table next to them.” She giggled, making you huff at her.

“You probably misheard them.”

“No! I’m serious! Would I be mistaken when they clearly said ‘the girl at the cashier’?” Your breath hitched as you tried to brush it off.

“If they really are talking about me, it’s probably to comment on my rushing ass.”

“Uh… No they weren’t? The one wearing a grey sweater clearly said ‘Ask for her number. She’s at the cashier, maybe you should pay for our meals too while you’re at it’ and he was pointing to the guy sitting in front of him.” Ellie said, making you blush. There’s no way she could make this up. So to see if she was telling the truth, you glanced up and looked at their table. You almost choked on your own saliva when you saw Hyunjin and some of them were already staring at you and Ellie.

“Shit El, they’re looking at us.”

“Correction, they’re looking at you.” She giggled as you saw Hyunjin stand up from his seat while everyone else remained seated.

“Uh… El? Why is he coming here?” You whispered while stacking the receipts in a pile.

“Oh, Hyungwon Is calling me. Bye!” She said whilst rushing into the kitchen, completely walking past Hyunjin but he couldn’t care less about her since she wasn’t the one he’s focused on. Before you could speak up to call for her, your words got stuck in your throat upon seeing Hyunjin approach you at the cashier.

“Hey… Um, can I pay for our table first?” He asked, making you smile.

“Of course. Can I have your bill?” You asked and he passed you the small clipboard with their bill attached to it. You keyed in their table number into the computer and their orders came up on the back screen for him to see.

“Help me do a quick check to see if everything is correct.” You said as his eyes soon fell on the screen behind your computer.

“Yeap. Everything’s in.” He said before meeting your eyes shyly from under the brim of his cap. You then asked how he wanted to pay for the meal and he said by card. While you were keying the amount into the machine, Hyunjin stole a quick glance past his shoulders, just in time to catch his friends gesturing for him to get your number. When he turned back around, you had just placed the machine on the top of the counter for him to insert his card.

He entered his pin number and proceeded to wait for the approval. The receipt finally prints out to indicate that the payment was successful. However, Hyunjin was debating on asking you for your number simply because he was nervous and shy. So when you handed him the receipt and his card, he quickly thanked you before going back to the table. You were a little sad that he didn’t ask for your number or even your social media but maybe it’s not meant to be. With that thought, you went into the kitchen to distract yourself. Little did you know, Hyunjin was literally smashed by his own friends when he came back empty handed.

A few minutes later, they were preparing to leave but Hyunjin thought that maybe he should just ask you for your number before he leaves. He slowed down his pace in hopes that you’ll come out from the back room. Even after he was a few feet away from the main door, you were still nowhere to be seen so he couldn’t help but sigh and left the restaurant for good.

Regret slowly seeping through his skin for not manning up and just ask you when he had the chance right in front of him. Looks like it’s too late now.

A few days had passed now and you still couldn’t get Hyunjin out of your mind. Ellie asked you to try and find his social media since you knew his full name thanks to his friend. However, you didn’t wanna be a creep and stalk him so you opted to just forget about it. Today is a nice cooling Friday evening. You took a few days off from work for the next few weeks to focus on your upcoming tests and exams. Tonight however, your friends from university, Lisa and Jennie wanted to go to the bar and take a little break from studying.

With that being said, you decided to tag along to relieve your stress. You changed into a pretty dark grey side drawstring sleeveless top and a pair of denim jeans. The girls met up with you outside the bar as you went in with them. Once you made it inside, there were a lot of people all around. Some at the bar, some at the stray tables and some at the sofa booths.

You were just walking behind Lisa and Jennie to find an empty table when you caught sight of a group of familiar looking faces at one of the sofa booths. The one that really triggered your memory was Hyunjin. He was seated there with his left arm resting on top of the sofa, wearing a satin white button down shirt with denim skinny jeans and sneakers. His hair is currently blonde, long enough for him to tie it in a half ponytail with his bangs framing his face.

He didn’t notice you at first until his friend whom you remember is the one with feline eyes nudged Hyunjin’s side and nodded his head towards you. Before you could look away in panic, Hyunjin locked eyes with you and it made you instantly smile. He did the same as he watched you walk past their booth and sat in the booth a few tables down where there were four guys greeting you and your friends.

They were Lisa and Jennie’s friends from college and you have met them a few times before. You just weren’t really close to them. Minutes went by as you slowly took your time to finish your drink while they were all on their umpteenth shot of whiskey already.

“Hey waiter! We need another bottle!” Yunhyeong slurred drunkenly to an imaginary waiter and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’ll go order a bottle for you guys.” You said rather calmly considering you weren’t anywhere near drunk at all. You got up to go get them a bottle of whiskey, making your way to the bar. When you made it there, you smiled at the bartender who in return, gave you a cheeky grin. Thank god he’s handsome, if not, you would’ve just cringed.

“Can I get one bottle of whiskey, please? My friends seem like they’re going through tough times.” You said, only for him to laugh. He grabs a bottle from his shelf and hands it to you.

“Just don’t let them sleep in the bar all night.” He said, making you laugh.

You took the bottle and thanked him, handing him cash before leaving the bar. While you were making your way back to your table, you caught a glimpse of Hyunjin’s table and as if they were already waiting for you to look, some of them were already waving to you. The one with feline eyes smirked at you and gestured with his fingers to call you over.

With a mind of its own, your legs brought you to their table and soon, Chan speaks up on behalf of everyone.

“Hey, you’re the one who worked at that restaurant right?” He asked, making you nod.

“Yes. And apparently, I have a name in case you’re wondering.” You said, only for the one with feline eyes to smirk.

“Hyunjin already has a name for you but go ahead. Tell us your name.” He urged you gently so you did.

“It’s Y/N.” You smiled, glancing over to Hyunjin. He had a shy smile on his face, only for you to hear Lisa’s voice calling for you from their table. A soft sigh left your lips as you bid them goodbye.

“Well, there’s my cue. Bye guys.” You laughed and walked away a little sadly. Another half an hour or so went by, you were just starting to get borderline tipsy when a soft tap on your shoulder made you turn to find Hyunjin standing there. You were surprised to see him there since you never thought he wanted to talk to you.

“Hey, can I buy you another drink?” He asked so you nod. You followed him to the bar as he sat next to you and told you to order whatever you want. You ended up with just a glass of bourbon as he settled for a glass of whiskey.

“I don’t wanna sound like a creep or anything, but I’ve been thinking about you lately. I guess I regretted not talking to you more the other day at the restaurant.” Hyunjin said, making you laugh.

“It’s okay. That makes two of us I guess.” He couldn’t help but laugh as you chatted more with him, getting to know him a little better. You found out that he’s two years younger than you, is a Hankuk U student unlike you who is a Yonsei U student, he is taking up dance major and he likes art, more specifically painting, drawing, sketching and fine art. You were so engrossed in your conversation with him that you didn’t notice your friends were leaving until you felt a tap on your shoulder.

Jennie was holding onto Lisa who seemed completely out of it and was a giggling mess, “Sorry to interrupt, but we’re heading home. Wanna come with us?” Jennie asked. You glanced back at Hyunjin who gave you a soft smile and nodded at you to go with your friends. You hesitated for a bit but then an idea came into your mind. That’s when you took out your phone from your back pocket and unlocked it, clicking on the contact list and holding your phone to him.

Hyunjin didn’t waste any time in entering his information before passing your phone back to you. With that being done, you bid him goodbye and you left, helping to hold Lisa’s other side.

That night, Hyunjin patiently waited for you to text back. He wasn’t sure if you’d actually text him since you’re the one with his number. He was just lying in bed, ready to go to bed when his phone chimed with a new text message. He took his phone from his nightstand and saw a few texts from an unknown number. He clicked on it and there were 3 unread messages.

You [sent at 1:54am]: Hey! It’s me, Y/N

You [sent at 1:54am]: I actually wanted to text you when I reached home but I got so busy helping my friend that I forgot to text you…

You [sent at 1:55am]: Sorry if I’m disturbing your sleep. We can text tomorrow! Haha :)

Hyunjin wasted no time in replying to you since he’s been waiting all week to do this ever since he laid eyes on you.

Hyunjin [sent at 1:56am]: Hey! No, you weren’t disturbing. I just got back a while ago anyway :)

The conversation continued until late, not realising that it was just a few hours before sunrise. You excused yourself to go to sleep, making sure to tell him that you loved talking to him and that you’d wanna continue the conversation later in the day again and he agreed. Hyunjin felt like his heart would explode at any given moment now that he finally gets to talk to you.

Fate does work in mysterious ways…

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parkerflix · 1 year

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—sunsets

hyunjin x gn!reader

wc: 0.5k

genre: fluff?? friends to lovers, open ended

happy 5 years to skz! love u losers mwah

you sat on the roof, staring at the stars in the sky. you knew that felix was planning on hosting a party, after all hyunjin was his best friend. you had just wished that everyone wasn’t invited, getting overwhelmed when you realized that almost everyone from your friend group & some of their other friends were invited.

you heard some footsteps approaching you, only glancing at the person when they came and sat next to you.

“hey.”

“what are you doing here?”

hyunjin gave you a lopsided smile, dimples peeking out.

“joining you.”

“the party is inside, how come you’re not with everyone else?”

he sighed, looking up at the sky, quiet a moment before he spoke.

“it wasn’t as much fun without you there. i wanted to spend time with you.”

your cheeks immediately heat up at that confession, your heart swelling with hope that he maybe returned your feelings.

your crush on hyunjin was painfully obvious, to everyone except the aforementioned person. you weren’t sure on how to confess to him, opting for ignoring it and just letting it fester in the back (front) of your mind.

“oh.”

he let out a laugh, giving you a quick glance, seeing how tense you had gotten.

hyunjin shook his head before sighing and started to speak again.

“you know… you are the only person i know who may be more oblivious than me.”

you whipped your head to look over at him, breath catching in your throat as you took in his appearance. he had freshly blonde hair, his dark roots nowhere to be found. he had a black button up on, the sleeves rolled up a little. his makeup was done slightly, his eyes having the faintest eyeliner on them. but what make you smile was the earrings he was wearing. his earrings were the ones that you have gifted to him for his birthday the year prior, after he had offhandedly said he wanted them on one of your shopping trips.

you blinked at him, not sure what to say. hyunjin seemingly had taken your silence as a way to let him continue with his train of thought.

“everyone but you had seemed to catch on that i have feelings for you. painfully obvious feelings.”

as soon as those words slipped from his mouth, you became even more silent, not sure what to say to him exactly.

“i’m not telling you this for you to give me a reply now. jisung isn’t the most trustworthy person with secrets. he told me you feel the same way.”

“jisung’s an idiot.”

“that we can agree on.”

“i-“

“like i said, i don’t need a response now. i just wanted to tell you before i chickened out.”

you nodded your head, enjoying the peace and quiet between you, the sounds of the party down below muffled. the two of you sat in silence, with hope in both of your hearts that this was the start of something amazing.

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dazed--xx · 3 months

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Amorous Play

Chapter 3: ✏️Hobbies ✏️

Member: Non-Idol! Hyunjin x Afab! Reader

Genre: SMAU, Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: While drinking with her friends one drunken night Y/N checks the long forgotten tinder account her and her friends made a while back and matches with a guy that seems almost right out of her dreams though he does seem a little too perfect sometimes...

Your hands tremble as you continue to pace in the alleyway; constantly fixing the skirt Somi lent you. You felt a little nauseous as you slowly made your way over to the cafe. Your heart sank as you saw him standing there; leaning against the wall one hand in his pocket and the other holding his phone up to his face as he stared at something with a glare. For a moment you get lost in his visage, the way his midnight locks frame his face almost perfectly. You couldn’t understand how a white T-shirt and baggy stonewashed jeans could look so elegant.

Butterflies fill your stomach as you take two small strides in front of him. An arrow is sent straight to your heart as he looks up from his phone quickly putting it in his pocket as he smiles brightly at you. You smile shyly back “Hi Oppa” You stare at the ground shyly. “Hey baby” He smirks at you, a blush creeps on your cheeks as he grabs your hand tilting his head to the side as you continue to look anywhere but at him. You hear a slight chuckle from him “You won’t look at me?” He questions his tone adorably soft “Hmm baby?” You try to hide the smile on your lips yet the scarlet hue that chose to decorate your cheeks gives away how much you liked him calling you that “Hyunjin Oppa~” you whine grabbing at his arm slightly “Don’t make fun of me because I’m nervous” you feel him wrap his arms around you “You’re right I’m being mean right now but only cause you’re so cute” He confesses with a laugh as he holds you against his lean frame. You roll your eyes as you bite your lip nervously; brushing your hair out your face you return his hug as he places a kiss on your cheek. You stare up at him wide-eyed, he scrunches his nose at you as he gestures you both to go inside.

You sip your americano cheerfully as you pet the Great Dane nudging your leg. “Well aren’t you adorable” you coo as you lift the name tag from the collar ‘Okja’ you place a friendly smile as you wave to the large dog putting your coffee down “Hello Okja, I’m Y/N” you introduce yourself as you place your nose against his. His tail wags rapidly as you take his large head in your hands and scratch behind his ears “Aww, you’re so cute” you coo “I just want to take you home” You hear a scoff from across the table as Okja gives you small licks on your cheek “never thought I’d be jealous of a dog…” He mutters a hint of pettiness in his tone. You can’t contain your smile at his pout as he takes a sip of his americano “Don’t worry, Oppa..if you’re good I’ll take you home too” you wink. His eyes widen as the contents of his mouth are now all over the table; he struggles to catch his breath as he erupts into a coughing fit your hand covering your mouth that hung open suppressing a laugh “Sorry…” you giggle “You can’t keep just saying things like that out of nowhere” He scolds “You’re gonna kill me” he holds his heart a look of panic on his face as he looks around, probably for neighborhood aunties. “I’m sorry Oppa….but let’s be honest here, you should have expected as soon as I got over my nerves, for me to act this way. It’s why you wanted to meet me in the first place” You shrug and he pauses for a moment before he nods in agreement.

“I’m screwed…” he whispers under his breath

You found that you enjoyed Hyunjin's company, and you both got along well. He was charming yet a little reserved and he seemed quite interested in not only your body but also your mind. Somehow, it felt like you had known each other for a lifetime though you only met him last night. Kindred spirits of sorts, though you weren’t such a romantic. Conversation seemed to flow naturally, you’d felt like you could listen to him talk about his passion for dance all day almost. Eventually, you found yourself rambling on and on about your love for filmmaking and photography. It seemed he hung onto your every word as you explained your dream to become the next Jordan Peele or Ari Aster and dominate the horror genre. Confessing your dream is to knock Parasite and Train to Busan off their top spots.

You both found yourselves just talking wandering along the path at the park the summer evening sun beginning to set, Hyunjin excitedly explaining a painting he’d recently done as he pulled his phone out to show you. You stare at it bewildered “My friend Yeonjun would love you” he blushes as you place your hand over his pulling his phone toward you “You did that?” You beam, He licks his lips as he nods shyly “Y-yeah…” You stare at his phone one more time “Wow Oppa it’s really good!” You smile “Do you want to see some of my friend Yeonjun's art but I have to show you in person okay?” You suggest excitedly

“Sure”

You grab hold of his hand at his approval and pull him in the direction of your and your friend's favorite place. ‘The Station’ was a hidden platform between Mapo-gu and Mok-Dong. Though it seemed quite….condemned for lack of a better word there was a reason for it. You always feel excited when you get here, you release Hyunjin’s hand walking toward the stone at the bottom of the stairs. You hear a stifled gasp and you can’t contain your laughter as the color drains from Hyunjin’s face and he halts his movements “You’re gonna kill me aren’t you?” He questions trying not to sound nervous. You raise an eyebrow, placing both your hands behind your back as if to hide the stone you take slow steps toward him “Maybe…Maybe not” you shrug “gotta follow me to find out” you tease. He looks around in a panic “I’m kidding Oppa” you roll your eyes as you point the bottom of the stone toward him. Showing him a small capsule box with a hidden key in it. “My friend Yeonjun owns this place. He’s kinda a chaebol but he doesn’t like to draw attention to himself so he left a good amount of this pretty much how it was except fixing the foundation inside” You smirk “I won’t bite I mean unless you ask me too” you tease before grabbing his wrist and bringing him toward the brush covered entrance at the side of the building. Unlocking the door you turn your phone flashlight on as you take his hand “How’d he end up buying a train station?” Hyunjin questions “His dad owns a couple of resort trains and well resorts it only makes sense” You confess “But honestly me and my roommate Soyeon, found this place. At first, it wasn’t much” you explain as you bring him toward the stairs the light radiating from the bottom floor indicating someone was here.

“But then we showed Yeonjun who told his dad about it and as the second born kid his family him not showing an interest and leaving the company alone is the best option so his dad happily bought this place and funds his music career so he can be comfortable and out of the way when it comes to the family business” you explain as Ryujins voice echos through the room “Ugh Jun you just like to argue with me! Yuqi was a bitch anyway so, of course, we were fucking happy you dropped her!” You almost snorted at her declaration, you glanced at Hyunjin who looked at you confused “Sorry…” you gave him an apologetic look “My friends are here…” He stared at you blankly “So…?” He questions eyebrows raised “Do you not want me to meet them or something?” You give him a ‘you better be joking’ look “I just didn’t want you to be uncomfortable you know since you just met me…” He waves off your concerns “I mean I’m gonna meet them eventually. Besides we came all the way here and you said your friend Yeonjun has art here wouldn’t it be better to meet the artist as an artist?” He questioned with his eyebrow raised. “Didn’t you say you’re about to Graduate with a dance degree?” You scoff sarcastically. “I can have hobbies you know?” He counters. You couldn’t argue with face so you continued down the stairs “Ryu, she was still my girlfriend—That you haven’t even liked nor loved in months!!!” She cut him off. “Guys we have company” you inform them as you enter the room. Ryujin stares at you in disbelief her finger pointing at you in shock. “I’ll fucking kill you if you say anything blame Somi” you growl. “Junnie-Oppa where are you?” You call.

From the corner of your eye, you see Hyunjin lost in a daze as he stares at the walls decorated beautifully all over with Yeonjun’s paintings. He brought himself closer to the wall being mesmerized by the portrait Yeonjun had done of Soyeon so long ago though only you and Yeonjun could tell who it truly was. The light shined around her a beautiful wave splashing behind the angelic girl who looked as if she was almost gliding on top of the sand. Her face practically blurred, but you knew you had seen it right before he smudged her features so she’d never know it was her. Even throughout his relationships with other women he still found himself drawn to his childhood crush which brought about the end to every single relationship he had, including his most recent one which you had finally thanked god for even though you’d never truly tell him that. You giggle as Yeonjun pops his head out from behind the old ticket station. “Yah! You make it hard to be mad at you do cute shit keep being a pain in the ass” Ryujin scolds holding her heart before turning to Hyunjin “And who are you? You’re cute” He smiles as he points to himself “Me?” You chuckle “I mean you’re the only one she doesn’t know Oppa” you giggle before turning to Ryujin “and you Stop.” You state giving her a warning look, as she gives you a smirk that says ‘No’ crossing her arms over her chest “Blink once if you need help blink twice if you want me to call the police” she states to Hyunjin “Yah! He’s gonna need to call an ambulance for you soon” you growl. “Is she blackmailing you?” You hear Yeonjun whisper to Hyunjin “Why am I friends with you guys again?” Ryujin shrugs “Cause you’re secretly gay for me and Yeonjun bankrolls our life?” You point at her in agreement before introducing Hyunjin to both of them. “What do you think though Hyunjinnie Oppa?” You question “Do you like them” He nods his head rapidly “Junnie-Oppa, Hyunjin is gonna look around at the paintings okay?” Yeonjun brushes you off with a ‘sure’ as he continues to focus on what he is doing.

For some reason, Hyunjin couldn’t help the way his body tensed at your continued use of a guy he noticed was also attractive. He enjoyed the art but he couldn’t take his eyes off you at the moment, especially as you made your way into that room with that guy alone. And he couldn’t get a good view inside “Oh this is pretty!!” You exclaimed and he felt the need to see what was so great about whatever he was doing. Though his paintings are quite amazing. “I can see that scowl on your pretty face, don’t let their closeness get to you too much she is almost literally his little sister…” Ryujin commented offhandedly as she smirked at him. “She’s probably vomit at the suggestion and besides he’s interested in her roommate not sure if you heard us before but it’s why he broke up with his girlfriend so she’s not on his radar” His cheeks burn scarlet in embarrassment “Oh-uh hmm” he stammers “that obvious?” He asks sheepishly, Ryujin nods. “Yeah, but I mean it means you like her so I don’t care. But if she brought you here it means she likes you too so at the very least welcome to the club though you guys did meet just last night” She smirks her eyebrow raised. He smiles back before rolling his eyes.

“Jun you sure you’re good with Soyo staying with you tonight if things you know?” You question gesturing toward Hyunjin who was typed up in a conversation with Ryujin. You thanked god for her outgoing and friendly personality if it had been Soyeon—you didn’t even want to think about it. “Do you think I’m going to allow Yuqi’s trust issues and my feelings to affect our years of friendship?” He questions behind a raised eyebrow as he continues his purposeful strokes. “Besides I’d focus on who’s going to be in your bed tonight rather than mine” he nudged you.

“Do you think I could borrow a couple of your paints by the way?” That takes him by surprise “For you to ruin all the work I put into this place?” He questions half-jokingly “No just the look in Hyunjin's eye tells me he was to add to your collection” you confess truthfully as you eye his cart full of paints “he’s really good don’t worry I bet you’ll like it” You smile “ugh you’re lucky I can’t say no to you, I’m hungry anyway. Ryujin! You promised me food earlier let’s go I’m hungry” he calls giving you a knowing wink as he lifts himself from his seat.

You were happy Hyunjin took you up on the offer to paint as you took some pictures of Yeonjun’s latest creations to add to your portfolio for next semester. You glanced up at Hyunjin once while he was painting before snapping photos of how ethereal he looked. His eyebrows pulled into a focused scowl as he softly maneuvered the brush. He emerged in his work softly shifting from dipping his brush in various colors and shifting them to the wall in a brilliant fashion. The hues of pink and magenta flow through each other. You found yourself sitting across the room as you shifted through the pictures you had taken. Highlighting the beauty of Yeonjun’s latest art pieces. You didn’t even realize Hyunjin had finished until his voice pulled you out of your thoughts “You’re a good photographer” he comments from over your shoulder “You gonna take pictures of mine too baby?” He questions a hint of jealousy in his tone “Do you want me to?” You question turning to face him your noses centimeters from each other. He nods “Yeah, I want you to. I want you to focus on only me for a bit is that okay?” His voice is barely above a whisper. You nod nervously, your heart beating so loud you swear he could hear it. “I-I can show you some other pictures I took today too” you stammer as you pull up the pictures of him you took. “I was going to edit them and send them to you” You can’t read his expression as he stares at the photo for a moment before connecting your eyes once again never putting distance between your faces. His hand caresses your cheek, his nose brushing against yours.

“Can I kiss you?”

He asked softly a dash of hesitation in his tone; you nod shyly as he brushes his lips against yours. Pressing them firmly against yours at your approval, taking your breath away in a mind-numbing kiss. His plush lips pull your bottom one into his mouth as he nips at it. Turning your body to face him you’re quickly pulled into his lap his arms guiding yours around his neck. His tongue teases the entrance to your mouth. Your fingers find their way into the hair at the base of his neck, his hands sitting firmly on your thighs grasping for dear life. You feel a shiver run down your spine as he pulls away leaving trails of kisses down to your neck. You hold back a moan as he caresses your neck as he nips and sucks on your sweet spot. You practically pout when he pulls away eyeing his handiwork in the form of a small purple bruise at the base of your neck, just above your collarbone.

🔞SMUT WARNING-MDNI🔞

“Wanna know something else about me?” He whispers brushing his lips over your ear, the action and huskiness of his voice have you growing wet. “S-sure Oppa” you stammered, Hyunjin’s hand snaked around your waist holding you against his frame firmly as he placed his other hand on your cheek bringing your face closer to his. “I’m extremely possessive and jealous” He confessed as he pressed his hips up into you letting you feel his now hard member. “I don’t like seeing the girl I like so close to another guy…” his hand wraps around your neck squeezing softly “I'm also not very lenient, but I’ll give you a pass this time baby”

“B-but there's no reason to be jealous…” you state brushing your lips over his as you slowly grind your hips onto him.

“I only want you”

He presses his lips against yours once again quickly devouring your taste. You’d never thought you’d find yourself in this situation, but you’re enjoying every second. “Say it again…” he pleads against your lips “I only want you Hyunjinnie Oppa” you comply. A groan is released from his chest as you pepper kisses along his neck. “Fuck baby can I touch you?” He asks behind hooded lust-filled eyes. You nod in response your eyes connecting with his as he shakes his head “No use your word baby I already told you I like to hear full consent when I fuck you” he places another kiss against your lips as his fingers brush over the skin of your thighs hidden by the hem of the skirt. A bright scarlet blush creeps upon your cheeks as you stammer “Y-yes Oppa. I want you to touch me..” your tone is needy and whiny as you grasp at the collar of Hyunjin’s shirt. He smirks at your expression, as he glides his right hand between your legs. His fingers traced along the proof of how aroused you truly were “Damn baby…” he coos “you’re practically dripping” He presses his lips against yours as he presses firmly against your clothes bud “Do you like me that much?” You nod as you try to hide your face in his neck. His free hand quickly grabbed a hold of your chin; pulling your lips against his once again his tongue dominating your mouth.

His fingers pull your panties to the side, gliding between your folds. He bites your bottom lip tugging on it as he glides two fingers inside you. A sharp gasp of his name is released from your lips. “Shit baby, you’re so tight…” He groans; you cling to him as his fingers attack your G-spot rapidly “You like it baby? You're taking my fingers so well” you mewl in response. “I-I love it oppa”

You glide your hand down his lean torso, tracing the waistband of his jeans. Feeling the muscle hidden by the cloth of his shirt, you press your lips to his once again. He moans against your lips when your hand trails lower palming his member. His free hand quickly grabs ahold of your wrist. “What are you doing, baby?” He questions as he sucks on your neck, leaving more and more hickies as his need for you grows. “I want to make you feel good too Oppa” you confess shyly, your words causing his actions to halt.

“How?”

You try to look away from him but he holds your forehead against his “How baby?” your cheeks burning an even deeper Scarlet as you murmur your inaudible reply. “What was that babe?” he antagonizes. You take a deep breath “I want you fuck my mouth oppa…” you confess as you pull yourself off him sitting on your knees and looking at nothing but the ground in front of you. He stares at you bewildered for a second, before lifting himself to his feet and grabbing you by your hair. He tilts your head so you're looking at him, he leans forward placing a longing kiss against your lips. Your left hand steadying yourself on his hips, and your right palming his throbbing member. You unbutton his pants and pull them down as he tugs your bottom lip with his teeth. You lift his shirt slightly as he leans back against the wall. Leaving wet kisses along his waistband he bucks his hips in response to your hand now teasing him over his boxer briefs. You stare at his almost fucked out expression his eyes hooded as his bottom lip sat between his teeth. Your mouth practically watered at the sight, freeing his member from its confines it quickly sprung against his stomach. Trying not to marvel at the size you wrap your hand around the base. You stare up at him innocently “Fuck don't look at me like that when you're about to do what you're about to do” he grits. You smirk at his words before licking a stripe from the base to the tip, his hips buck at the contact as his grip on your hair grows tighter. “Don’t tease me, baby, I'm already holding myself back” his tone is rough and threatening yet not a hint of fear flowed through your veins. You bring the tip into your mouth slowly, using your tongue to send shockwaves through his body. He lets out a guttural moan as you take his member deep into your throat and if the vice grip on your hair was anything to go by…it was taking everything in him not to fuck your throat rapidly. You slowly bobbed your head on his member until the stretch of your throat didn't burn anymore before changing speeds.

His hips bucked in rhythm with your movements, your hand stroking what your mouth couldn't reach. His eyes were on your face the whole time as tears streamed down your face at the rapid pace he was fucking your mouth, yet you couldn't bring the situation to stop you wanted to feel him come undone down your throat and see him completely lose himself with you at this moment. you were exceptionally soaked your hand rubbing circles on your clit as you looked him in his eye “Fuck—you're doing so good baby come here” he praises, grabbing your hand and lifting you to your feet and into his arms as he connected your lips once more. “You mine baby?” He questions seductively, as he grabs your ass. You blush at the indication behind his question, you know it's more of a sexual possession thing but you can't help but hope he means it in every way either way the answer was— “Yes Oppa, all yours” you moan as he wraps your legs around his waist pressing your back against the wall firmly. His cock gliding over your clothed core, his lips leaving more love bites along your collarbone. “Oppa don't tease me please…” you pout, he smirks against your skin holding you tighter into his frame “fuck baby stop being so cute I'm trying to be good to you this time at least” his tone is full of lust as he pulls your panties to the side teasing your soaked core by continuing to rub his member against your clit. Your fingers play with his hair as you connect your lips, the taste of his mouth something you don't think you'd ever get enough of. “Oppa~” You whine he cuts your word off with his lips “Shh baby, relax let Oppa take good care of you baby.” he places the tip inside of you and it is enough to force your eyes to roll to the back of your head before the feeling is gone. You practically cry at what you would deem as torture.

“P-please Oppa…” you beg your voice strained. You hear him ‘tsk’ “Please what?” you can feel your core throbbing at his continued teasing. You take his face in your hands locking eyes with him, “Fuck me please oppa. I want you so bad” you plead. His mouth hung open for a second before he nodded and guided his member into you slowly. You gasp at the stretch, clinging to him tightly. “Shhh…” He coos, holding you against him sweetly, “O-oppa” you cry. “It's okay baby you're doing so good..” his voice is strained. You pull him into a sloppy kiss as you slowly start guiding yourself on his member. He places your legs over his arms spreading them wider as he begins pounding into your core harshly. “So fucking tight baby” he growls as he begins to lose himself in you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he continuously attacks your G-spot the feeling more than you could have ever imagined. You felt a shiver run through your body as he stared at you “Fuck look at you” he groans “Desperate little slut for my cock huh?” you nod your head eagerly words not coming to your mind as a tear stream down your cheeks. Pornographic sounds are the only thing that your mouth can formulate as you feel a familiar knot in your stomach. Desperately grabbing at Hyunjin you come undone “You take it so fucking well, baby. Cum for me” he groans encouraging your release as his hips begin to stutter “It feels so fucking good in this tight pussy baby” he releases a guttural moan “It's all mine right baby?” you nod as you begin to lose feeling in your legs “All yours, Hyunjinnie Oppa.” you agree he presses his lips to yours as he pulls himself out of you his lips not leaving yours as he finished in your panties. Your eyes widen as he kisses you again before fixing his clothes.

🔞END SMUT🔞

You blush as you make your way to the single bathroom Yeonjun had added to the platform. taking your panties off and throwing them in the sink you begin cleaning them off as you stare at yourself in the mirror. What happened between you and Hyunjin was practically written on your face and neck. A blush grows on your cheeks as you stare at the sheer amount of hickies he'd left. Ringing out the water to the best of your ability and cleaning yourself as much as you can; you pull your now wet underwear on before making your way back to the room you'd left Hyunjin in. You saw him seated on the floor looking at your camera almost as if nothing happened and if it weren't for his swollen lips you wouldn't have been able to tell anything did. “Am I supposed to be a leopard or something” you whine pointing at your neck. Hyunjin chuckles as he lifts himself from the ground reaching his hand out for you. You pout as you take his hand and he interlocks your fingers pulling you into his frame once again. Placing a small Peck on your pouty lips he smiles “It keeps creeps from looking twice at my baby” he tilts his head as he looks at you “You still want to take photos of my painting right?” you beam at him as you nod pulling away from his embrace “Of course let me go get the studio light Yeonjun Oppa keeps for late night painting sessions” Hyunjins large hand wraps around your wrist “W-wait!” he calls hesitantly “C-can you not call him oppa if he's not around?” he asks shyly not looking at you. “A-are you jealous?” you question a hint of amusement in your tone. He gives you a small pout “I already told you I'm the jealous type..” you grab his face in your hands “Yeonjun was born in 1999, I do it out of respect for him. He's pretty much my adoptive brother and he's not my type he's too….Yeonjun. Honestly, you don't have to worry about anyone else Oppa if you want me I'm yours” you confess before making your way to grab the studio light leaving Hyunjin standing there in awe; His cheeks burning a bright Scarlet.

You were quite surprised at the size and level of skill Hyunjin had put into his painting which took you'd say only about 2 hours. You stare at the painting wide-eyed “Oppa! Can I use these in my portfolio?” you question excitedly as you begin to snap photos from all angles capturing his painting in all types of light. He snorts as he shrugs “Sure if you want” he stares at you as you continue to take more photos “I thought you said you're a cinematography major?” he questions you giggle in response “I can have a hobby you know?” he laughs at your use of his previous words “What I mean is…do you get paid for the pictures you take?” you shake your head in response as you take your last few shots. “I don't do photography for money, well let me not lie I've been paid to do sessions and stuff but I like photography almost as much as I like filmmaking. So most of the time I find myself taking pictures anyway so why charge for it when it's my friends or someone I've already taken a nice picture of..” you hand him your camera showing him the photos of his painting. “Let me know which ones you want me to send to you…” you state as he stares at them. “They’re all really good honestly” A small smile spreads onto his lips “My girl seems to be pretty talented herself. Can I see something you've directed?” you shake your head again “Unfortunately the music video I filmed for Yeonjun’s band hasn't been released yet and I only have my work at home on my desktop” He pouts giving you a sigh “but I wanna see it…I wanna see your art. I showed you my painting, I have a dance video on my phone I can show you. Please?” he begs handing you your camera back and holding your free hand. “I'll buy dinner and you can show me” he suggests, you find yourself unable to say no. You smile brightly as he pulls you into a bone-crushing hug when you agree with a ‘fine’. He pecks your lips softly “Let's go, baby. It's gonna be dark soon if it isn't already” he holds your hand tenderly

You stare at the man in front of you, his goofy smile a direct contradiction that was the rough, seductive, and possessive smirk he'd given you not too long ago. His touch is gentle and caring as he walks with you out of the station. The contrast between this adorably sweet flirty guy and the rough dominant man you had sex with, was enough to send your inhibitions out the window and straight to the pits of hell. If this man with the face of an angel turns out to be the devil…

you'd gladly sacrifice it all for him….

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𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗣: STRAY KIDS; hwang hyunjin x reader

𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘: fluff, angst

𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧: 1809.

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: reader has an emotional breakdown, hyperventilating, a bunch of dread in general but hyunjin being the sweetest ever and comforting us through it

It’s days like today that make you feel like your entire world is crumbling apart. Like things don’t make sense, like the world behaves unnecessarily cruel towards you. Nothing was out of the ordinary today. Not one bit, yet you feel the heaviness in your heart grow more and more, and it only reaches a snapping point when you come back home from work.

Usually, the sight of Hyunjin would be all it took to make you forget about anything that happened, but you figure even he has his limits. All you feel when you see him are tears — it’s like a million different images flash in front of you — of his hands stroking your back, of you crying into his shoulder. Regardless, this is the third time in the week you’ve bothered him with such antics, so you swallow the lump in your throat and approach a focused Hyunjin, reading a book and sitting on the couch.

“Hey love…” You say dully, pulling his attention onto you as you take off your jacket.

“Hey sweetheart!” Hyunjin chimes, his voice trailing off when he notices your expression. You sometimes find yourself marveled by how expressive he is. His eyebrows scrunch ever so slightly, it’s as if he’s compelling his body to fall into a gentle space, a space he seems to understand you require.

“Is everything alright?” Hyunjin asks, keeping the confidence in his voice intact, because he’s well aware of what gets you to open up easily.

Sometimes you wish he wasn’t, because every ounce of energy you’d put into maintaining your façade unravels when you look into his eyes.

Tears roll down your cheeks, and you seem to not notice anything other than everything crashing down on you. Soft sobs echo throughout the room, and you vaguely feel Hyunjin’s hands guiding you to the sofa, engulfing you in his embrace and keeping you there. He combs his fingers through your hair, rocking you back and forth.

Everything he does soothes you, yet you can’t stop crying.

You wonder how Hyunjin ended up with you. Seeing as to how you end up being the last option for everyone you encounter, it feels surreal to know that a man so kind, graceful, so… out of your league feels such unconditional love towards you.

“Sweetie,” Hyunjin cups your cheeks and makes you look at him when you start hyperventilating, his hands being gentle yet firm enough to force you out of your dizzy state. “Look at me, and breathe — Yes, just like that.” He smiles sadly when you follow his instructions and close your eyes, trying to calm yourself down. But it’s like your body refuses to co-operate, because you end up crying for half an hour straight, snuggling into Hyunjin’s shoulder and letting out everything you’ve been holding back all this while.

You’re pretty sure his sleeve is drenched and that you’ve effectively ruined his favorite sweater, but Hyunjin isn’t even focused on that — it’s like every little sob from you shatters his heart more, and he wishes he could do more than just hold you. He wishes he could change the people who make you want to cry like this.

When your sobs finally die down to little sniffles, Hyunjin pats your hair slowly. Your eyes are puffy and your nose is red, and your breathing still hasn’t evened out.

“Come with me.” Hyunjin says and doesn’t wait for your response before lifting you off the couch. On a bright sunny day, you’d protest — you’d laugh, try to kick yourself out of his embrace, do anything to get him to giggle. But right now, all you can do is let him maneuver his way to the balcony. All the while, you’ve found peace in his shoulder, and never want to lift your head from it and experience this harsh world once again.

He seats you down on a chair and sits down next to you. You want to whine about the loss of his embrace, but he immediately holds your hand, delicately playing with your fingers and running his thumb along the back of it.

Stargazing has always been one of your favorite activities to calm down. Something about the calm view of the sky, and a million stars twinkling about them as though they’re all silently encouraging you to cheer up makes you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. A soft, barely present smile pulls at your lips, and Hyunjin would’ve definitely missed it if his eyes weren’t on you the whole time.

You’re pretty sure you look like a mess right now, with your eyes all puffy and your hair matted and ruffled, but Hyunjin looks at you like the single most beautiful thing to ever exist. A small part of you feels bad for worrying him so much.

“Do you wanna talk about what happened?” He asks, tightening his grip on your hand reassuringly. You could go on for ages about how gentle Hyunjin was when it comes to you, but right now all you can do is, stare at the night sky and give yourself something to focus on other than the raging emotions inside you.

“I…” You begin reluctantly, and Hyunjin wraps his hands around you, leaning into your embrace, trying everything he can to comfort you. He kisses your cheek and coaxes you to continue. “Hm?”

“I-It’s stupid…”

“Not if it’s affecting you like this, sweetie. What did we discuss before? We don’t downgrade our experiences, right? Whatever you feel is valid. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but never consider your problems to be stupid.”

You sigh, snuggling into his embrace.

“I don’t know, I guess I’m tired of being everyone’s last choice?”

Hyunjin only hums, running his hand along your arm soothingly.

“It’s like… Even before this job, even before college, I always tried to be friendly, I always tried to fix everything wrong or annoying about me, and yet I’d either get taken advantage of or end up being left alone.”

You sigh, continuing.

“I just… I guess I’m tired and I don’t know what’s wrong with me, you know? If everyone I’ve met seems to not think of me genuinely, seems to never feel the same amount of attachment I feel for them, then surely I must be wrong with something right? Yet no matter what I do to try and be a better person, it feels like I can’t rid myself off of the ‘last option’ nametag.”

Hyunjin places a soft kiss onto your shoulder at that, humming and allowing you to speak your mind more. He always found a way to get you comfortable — it was just the way his aura worked. You never felt like you’d be judged for saying what was on your mind.

“I know that half of it is just my own anxiety and that most of the people who make me feel this way would disagree, but I could state off multiple instances where half my friends would clearly neglect me once they found someone ‘better’ And I know it’s not their duty to make sure I don’t feel anxious and don’t think that way, but it still hurts.”

“Then that’s no friend, Y/N.” Hyunjin replies. “A good friend, a true friend, would never leave you like this.”

“But every single person?” You ask, feeling the tears roll down your cheeks again.

“Not every single person. Our mind often makes us see only the worst of things when we feel sad or depressed, but there are so many people who cherish you for who you are.” Hyunjin pulls you into his lap and lets you lie on his shoulder, fingers rubbing soft circles on your skin. “Me, for instance. When we were just friends, would you have ever said I made you feel that way?”

“Never.” You answer immediately. Hyunjin had not once made you feel left out when you were friends. You consider Hyunjin’s friend group to be fairly large, and even once your relationship started, he managed to find a way to spend equal time with both his friends and with you.

“Then you have your answer.” Hyunjin smiles at you. You feel your heart flutter at the sight. His eyes hold more stars than the sky above you right now, his expression conveying everything words could never put together. You’ve never felt as loved as you feel right now.

“See, Y/N.” Hyunjin intertwines your fingers together. “The only thing you can truly control in this world is the way you act and the way you carry yourself, at least in a social setting. The way people perceive you, no matter what anyone says, is not something you can control to an extent greater than some basic level.”

You nod, allowing him to continue.

“You could do everything right. You could be the best human being to ever exist, you could do everything good that you possibly can for a person — but if they still choose to perceive you in bad ways? It’s not something you can control, really. They’re just dimwits for letting their jealousy, or their ill conceived notions ruin an amazing friendship.” You feel yourself smile when he kisses your cheek. “And I can say from personal experience, that you are a wonderful person to be friends with.”

You hum, unable to speak anything due to warm feeling in your chest. You hold him tightly, afraid that letting go would somehow dissolve this moment, and take you back to the cold tears of sadness.

“You can’t control the way people think, Y/N, but what you can control is how much you attach yourself to them, and how much you expose yourself to them. I know it isn’t easy when you see each other every single day, but it’s a step you need to take.”

“Mhm,” You hum in understanding. “I get you. It seems like the most logical way, but like you said, it’s… so hard to execute it.”

“Well, then take it slow, sweetie. No one’s forcing you, nor do you have a deadline to meet.” The darkness of the night is comforting, in a way, especially when you have your favorite person speaking the sweetest things to you.

“One step at a time, yeah? You can start slow by trying to distance yourself from them and then work on not feeling hurt when you see them abandon you like that. Okay?” He asks.

You take a deep breath, trying to process everything that happened. “Okay, I get you.”

Perhaps things weren’t so bad after all.

No matter what happened, you were sure Hyunjin would always be by your side. And that was something to be happy about, even if it felt like the world crumbled around you, because in the end, he’d always be there.

𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: Hey guys! It’s been a long time since I’ve written, so please excuse the rusty writing. Also I’m sure the advice Hyunjin gives here could possibly not be the best advice, but I wrote this fic in a time where i was sad and felt everyone around me hated me, but i’ve been working on trying to not feel that way. regardless, if anyone feels this way, know that if you’re worrying about being a bad person, then you probably aren't. We all make mistakes, and we become a better version of ourself every single day. Peace out <3

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blossomwritesthings · 1 year

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Hear me out hear me OUT— hyunjin with a stomach bug while on a train to visit his parents for the first time with y/n and brushing it off as motion sickness but realizes that it’s not when it gets worse when they arrive home and can barely keep anything down and runs a fever🤔

- hi I’m new here can I be “🦊” anon?

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pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader (afab)

genre: sick!fic. idol!hyunjin. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. hyunjin is sick with a stomach bug (that is first thought to be motion sickness). reader and his mother help nurse him back to health. :)) mentions of hyunjin overworking himself w/schedules. angst is in this. fluff is sprinkled throughout. pet names (affectionately).

word count: 2.8k

summary: your first visit back to the small countryside village that your boyfriend hyunjin grew up in suddenly takes a turn for the worse when he starts feeling sick to his stomach. and you're the first person he turns to for comfort.

a/n: wahhhh i'm finally posting this lmao 😭 sorry for the late reply anon, life has been dealing me with a heavy, shitty hand atm sshshshks 💀 anyways, i hope you enjoy this... it was fun to write smth with soft jinnie~ 🥹 also, yes- you can be 🦊 anon, thanks for requesting! 💕

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The trip started as any other normal one. It was the first time the two of you were visiting your boyfriend, Hyunjin’s, parents, who lived in a small house in a quaint countryside village. He had taken off the entire weekend from work so that you guys could spend an ample amount of time exploring his hometown. The train that Hyunjin had booked for the two of you was nice enough - with amazing window seats that had a great viewpoint of the passing nature.

With his parents living quite far away from Seoul, the trip was well over four hours.

And not even thirty minutes into the ride, Hyunjin started to feel shitty.

Like every time before - the curse of trip sickness continued to follow you guys. Because it seemed like on every trip that you took together, either one of you - or, worse, sometimes both of you - came down with some form of sickness. The flu, strep throat, it seemed like you two had had it all.

But motion sickness was an entirely new one, which is what you chalked up your boyfriend’s symptoms to be. He wasn’t the best at traveling on moving things - but especially cars - so it was expected that he’d feel sick on a train that was going even faster than your average automobile.

“Baby- you don’t look so well…” You began in a quiet voice, reaching over in your seat to squeeze one of his knees.

Hyunjin was hunched over in his chair, both arms wrapped around his waist as the train’s movement rocked him back and forth - side to side. His eyes were screwed shut, and the tight lock that his jaw was in seemed downright painful.

He looked up at you then, eyes a little bloodshot and his face a pasty colour, “No- I’m fine. It’s just… motion sickness.” He said, trying to give you a reassuring smile. But it came out all wrong, seeming almost agonizing for him to conjure up.

“You know, if you want to get off at the next stop, we can,” you started, eyes tearing away from your boyfriend’s crumpled form and peering out the window. The cityscape was long gone and was instead replaced with fields upon fields of grassy farmland and small villages nestled beside towering mountains. “I’m sure you’re parents would understand if we’re a day late- we can find a hotel in a nearby town and-”

“No.” Hyunjin ground out in a stern tone, making you whip your head around to stare at him as he frowned your way. “We’re not arriving late just because I- I have a weak stomach. I can make it- we only have…” With a glance at the small screen just underneath the window that continually flashed your arrival time, he nodded slowly. “An hour left.”

You shrugged slowly, offering him a tiny smile. “Okay, well if you’re sure you can make it in one piece.”

“I'm positive.”

When the silence lapsed between the two of you, you moved over to his chair, nestling into the corner beside him and grabbing onto one of his hands. It was warm and clammy to the touch as you squeezed your fingers between his. “I just don’t want you to push yourself too much, yeah? You’ve been going nonstop with the schedules since the new year.”

Hyunjin gave you that look, the one that he always used when you were 'babying him too much.' Although he liked to play the role of being a soft and pliable man in Stray Kids, when he was alone with you, he was just the opposite. He hated when you doted on him too much because he always claimed that that was his job. Hence, why he always loathed getting sick in any way.

So your boyfriend leaned into your space and pressed a chaste kiss against your temple. “Don’t worry, darling. I’m gonna be fine.”

But it seemed like his body had a mind of its own because exactly as those words left his mouth, he was shooting up from his seat beside you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, concern laden in your voice as you watched him frantically clamp a palm over his mouth. His face was suddenly green-looking.

“B-Bathroom-” He only managed to say, before he was sliding the door to your seats open and ran down the hallway of the train.

Sucking in a deep breath, you shoved your head against the back of your seat and closed your eyes in exhaustion.

Because it sure was going to be a long hour ahead.

Much to your surprise, Hyunjin’s condition only worsened once you arrived at his parent’s house. He was nearly doubled over in misery by the time you guys landed on his childhood house’s doorstep, and the moment his mother caught sight of her sickened son, she was ushering the two of you in hastily.

In no time at all, she had some chicken-and-rice porridge cooked and was serving it to the two of you. Hyunjin ate in silence, bent over the kitchen table, spooning up the thin soup in small bites. His mother was sitting with you guys as you ate, while his father was still out at work.

You frowned at Hyunjin before your gaze met his mother’s. “I told him we should’ve waited a day and stopped at a nearby hotel on the way in. But no- he just wanted to get here today.”

She chuckled softly at that, “That’s my Hyunjin… doesn’t want to be late to anything if he can help it. And besides, I’m glad you didn’t because I’m the best person to take care of him.” Her eyes - which were so similar to your boyfriend’s chestnut brown ones - flicked to him across the table. She offered him a gentle smile, cooing quietly in motherly admiration. “Isn’t that right, my little Jinnie? Your mama is the best at nursing you back to health.”

Hyunjin abruptly pushed his bowl of porridge away from him, eyes alight with a certain kind of fire as they darted between the two of you. “I-I feel sick again.” He said in a low, gravelly voice. He slumped over in his chair, seemingly too exhausted to hold up his head for another second.

And in tandem, both you and his mother were rising from your chairs. While you wrapped two arms around your boyfriend to hoist him up from his seat, his mother was busy clearing the table.

“Bring him into his bedroom- it’s just off to the left of the family room,” his mother instructed, quickly rinsing out the bowls of porridge in the sink. You nodded in silence, beginning to make the trek through the house to Hyunjin’s bedroom.

He leaned his entire weight against you, and it was a struggle to walk down the hall as you carried his lengthy body the whole way. Hyunjin groaned desperately, and you noticed the small beads of sweat beginning to race down his temples from his hairline.

Hyunjin was delirious with his discomfort, so once you got him situated on his bed, he all but curled up into the thick duvet coverlets, nuzzling his head into the downy pillows. His room was medium in size, and you noticed the small sleeping bag that was set up just beside his bed - where you supposed his parents expected you to sleep since there was no guest bedroom in the house. Still, they must’ve been very naive if they thought that you’d take the floor over sleeping in the same bed as your boyfriend. After all, the two of you had been living together for well over a year.

“That doesn’t look like motion sickness to me,” you heard his mother say in a quiet voice from behind you. You turned on your heels then, raising a skeptical eyebrow her way. And immediately, you could see the worry dawn across her face - by the way her jaw tightened slightly and her eyes darkened. “Motion sickness doesn’t last this long after getting on stable ground.”

You peered back at your boyfriend, who was now tossing and turning atop the bed. He was moaning lowly in his frenzy, eyes screwed shut, almost like opening them physically hurt him. And just seeing him that way - seeing the love of your life - so distraught, caused something anxious and pained to rattle deep inside of you.

“So what do you think it is, then?”

“If I had to guess- probably a stomach bug.”

You watched in silence, as Hyunjin’s mother strode over to the nearby window and flipped the shades closed. Then, she hovered over the nightstand that was just beside his bed and switched on the faint light there. It cast a warm glow across the walls of the room and painted Hyunjin’s writhing, ghostly-white form in a frail kind of way.

“Do you know what he ate before traveling today?” His mother asked as she was already pressing a palm against his forehead. His face was flushed with crimson, his cheeks rosy with sweat.

“I think it was one of those bento lunches- we picked some up at the local convenience store before leaving for the station.”

She gave a deep sigh then, shaking her head slowly. “That’ll do it… some of those pre-made lunches are notorious for being expired. I always warned him not to eat that crap.”

“He’ll be okay though, right?” You could feel the panic rising inside of you, speeding up your heart and forcing it to pound against your ribcage. Because you had never seen him like this - in such misery. Usually, whenever he was sick, it only lasted for a few days at most and was the common cold or on very rare occasion, the flu. But this? Flailing around the bed in distress? With skin colour close to that of a phantom? It was all something you’d never seen before from him.

“Mhm- these stomach bugs usually only last a day or two, and he’s had them before. The best thing to do is to let him rest and continually monitor his condition,” his mother grabbed a blanket and gently tucked it around his form. “He’s running a fever, so we’ll probably have to stay up for most of the night to help him break it.”

You had been frozen near the doorway for so long since you didn’t know what to do. But finally, upon hearing her words, you were flitting over to Hyunjin’s side. You ran a few fingers through his silky black locks, noticing how warm he was. The heat seemed to radiate off of his entire body, prodding hopelessly at that anxiousness inside of you.

“I’ll go grab some cold cloths and water, so you just keep an eye on him, okay?” His mother bent over the bed then, giving one of your shoulders a delicate pat. You stared up at her with wide eyes, a lump starting to form in your throat at the sight of your boyfriend being in so much despair from a mere stomach bug. “He’s gonna be okay, sweetheart.”

Then, she was off to get the supplies and you were left to watch over your boyfriend. You scooted his body a little bit to the side and sat down on the bed next to him. The mattress was a full size, and could easily fit the two of you comfortably.

You pressed a palm to one of his cheeks, sweeping a gentle thumb across his damp skin there. “It’ll be alright, babe… I’m right here…” You said in a whisper to him. But if you were being honest, the words were more for you than anything else. They helped to calm that racing part in your mind, and all at once, your focus honed in on one thing only - just taking care of your boyfriend and nursing him back to health as quickly as you could.

Hyunjin’s fever broke sometime in the middle of the night. You and his mother had been tirelessly working all night to help him combat the pain - what with all of the cold washcloths and helping him stumble to the bathroom every time he felt the urge to vomit. After a while, nothing came up in the toilet bowl. Even still, it was like his stomach hated him, and just wanted to try and toss out every last ounce of liquid he had left inside of his body. As a result, you and his mother decided to refrain from giving him any liquid until the vomiting completely stopped.

After the clock struck one a.m., you assured his mother that you could handle him for the rest of the night. And after convincing her despite her many protests, she finally made her way to bed. You didn’t want to admit that you were exhausted yourself, but you knew that he needed you at that moment. Even if he wasn’t self-aware enough to know who was helping him through the hurt.

But with the break of the fever, also came the clearing of his head. And suddenly, your boyfriend was wide awake at three in the morning. He was still weak in the limbs, so he abated your wishes to stay in bed until at least seven.

“Thank you, darling,” he whispered to you late that night. You had turned off the room’s single light, leaving you in complete darkness save for the faint glow of the street lamp that shined through the window’s curtains. “You’ve taken such good care of me.”

You gave him a faint smile, even though he couldn’t see it in the dim of the bedroom. “Yeah- of course, I’m always gonna take care of you, Jinnie. Even if I’m on my fucking deathbed, I’ll be nursing you back to health if that’s what you need.”

He let out a faint chuckle at that before he was shifting on the bed and nearing you. After his mother had finally left, you had decided to curl up next to your boyfriend for the remainder of the night. Because to hell with that stupid sleeping bag.

“You sleepy, baby?” Hyunjin mused. You felt his nimble fingers reach up toward your face and tuck a few strands of your messy hair behind one of your ears.

“Y-Yeah…” You mumbled, voice growing faint as the shadows around you began to slowly soothe you to sleep. The sound of Hyunjin’s steady breathing right next to you, and the feel of his fingers brushing through your locks, helped usher you further into the twilight of slumber.

“You can sleep now, lovely, it’s okay.”

“B-But I wanna be awake in case you-”

He grunted out a laugh at that, “Don’t worry about me, I’m fine now.”

“Still, I promised your mom that I’d nurse you completely back to health.”

The plush mattress dipped underneath you then, and suddenly, you felt warm lips land against your forehead. Pressing a whispery kiss to the skin there, Hyunjin moved ever so slightly, so that his lips were ghosting over the shell of your ear. “And what if I said that just laying beside you like this has already nursed me back to full health?”

You cracked your eyes open, trying to find his eyes in the swarthiness of the room. Instead, you were met with an ink splotch of a face and the distinct outline of a proud shoulder.

“I still don’t w-want to…” you began, but you could feel yourself nodding off - your eyes grew heavy and drooped low, mouth parting slightly in a deep sigh.

“I swear to fuck- if you don’t go to sleep this instant, I’m really gonna lose it. And not in the stomach-bug kind of way.” Hyunjin said, his voice a little sterner this time than before.

That got you giggling, as you tried to keep your voice down so that you didn’t wake his parents that were just across the hallway. “Okay, okay- I’ll go to sleep.”

“That’s my girl.”

And at that moment, you thanked the stars above that the bedroom was too dark for either of you to see anything - else, Hyunjin would start teasing you about the furious blush that crept up your neck and pooled in the tips of your ears and cheeks at his words alone.

Because yes, you were his girl.

And you always loved it when he made a point of that.

“Goodnight, my Jinnie…” Your voice trailed off, as you finally allowed yourself to relax down into the thick duvet that was all around you, muscles nearly melting into dreamland.

One of Hyunjin's long arms wrapped around your waist then, and he pulled you close to him, burying your face into his warm chest. “Night, my beautiful, magnificent girl."

Fin.

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jeongsoo-jin · 9 months

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Hello, i wanted to request a smut of hyunjin where he fucks his girlfriend really to hard, so the next day she has alot pain on her lower part. She told hyuniin and he apologized for that and said, that he really didn't want to go that hard on her. He bought chocolates and this stuff and they watched a movie togheter, while he gave her ALOT of kisses and hugs. He just wanted to show her that he didnt ment to fuck her so hard,so he showed her how much he loves her. Could you write that for me?🩵 How much time do you need and can you link It?

Warnings: None really, Slightly suggestive, terms of endearment used (love, baby), Mentions of food

Authors Note: I'm sorry if this isn't exactly what you asked for cause it doesn't have any smut, but I was in a fluffy mood ig. it's still cute nonetheless. 😅

You awake on your side of the bed, with your boyfriend, Hyunjin’s arm slung around you; his chest pressed against your back. There is an uncomfortable aching sensation in your lower abdomen, and you attempt to stand to go to the bathroom, and the subtle aching quickly turned to stabbing pain when you got to your feet. You let out a slight mewl of pain, and Hyunjin shifted in the bed. You sit back on the edge of the bed, as he sits up against the headboard and blinks the sleep away.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, looking at you concerned.

“It hurts” you say with a huff.

“What, your stomach?” he suggests, moving to sit next to you on the edge of the bed, as you nodded. “Was I too rough, love? I’m sorry”

“It’s alright. I’m just a little sore” you laugh.

“Can I do anything for you?” He inquiries

“Maybe you could help me to the bathroom?” you suggest.

He smiles before standing in front of you, grabbing your hands into his as he pulls you up and walks backwards leading you into the bathroom. He closes the door behind him, to go find the remote to the tv on the nightstand. He puts your favourite show on before he hears the bathroom door creak open, and you follow shortly after; holding onto the doorframe for support as you make your way back into the bedroom. Hyunjin helps you back into the bed before finding his shoes and announcing he would be back in a few minutes.

He comes back shortly after with two bags in his hand; One, a bag from your favourite restaurant, and the other, a grocery bag. He sets both of the bags down on the foot of the bed, and looks at you with a grin, his eyes sparkling. He pulls the food out of the bag, then moves to the other bag. He pulls out a box of chocolates, your favourite chips, and a few other snack foods. He sits next to you, and presses a kiss to your temple before speaking.

“I’m really sorry for hurting you, I didn’t mean to, I guess I just got ahead of myself.” He chuckled.

“It’s okay baby, I know you would never hurt me on purpose” you say smiling up at him.

He smiles back, hugging you before suggesting watching a movie. You agree and scroll through the tv trying to find something before settling on something Hyunjin wanted to watch. Halfway into the movie, Hyunjin moves lower in the bed to be able to reach your legs. He begins massaging the muscles in your calves, before moving up to your thighs. He finishes rubbing out the knots in your muscles then moves back up to do the same to your shoulders and neck from behind you.

“Thank you, baby” you say, smiling back at him over your shoulder. He hums as he presses a kiss to your left shoulder, mimicking the same one thing on the right. Soon you settle into each other, you lay back against his chest from between his legs as he plays with your hair, making you drift off to sleep.

“I love you” he whispers into your ear, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear before sleep overcomes you.

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koalajjun · 9 months

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Against the Odds

pairing : hyunjin x y/n

genre : fluff (i guess)

word count : 443

Y/N, a determined and ambitious young woman, dreams of becoming a successful model. Despite her passion and dedication, she faces constant rejection and discouragement from her teachers, who believe she lacks the necessary skills and talent. Y/N's self-confidence begins to waver, and she contemplates giving up on her dreams.

However, her loving and supportive boyfriend, Hyunjin, becomes her pillar of strength during this challenging time. Hyunjin, an aspiring photographer, recognizes Y/N's potential and encourages her to persevere. He believes in her abilities and assures her that she has what it takes to succeed.

To help Y/N regain her confidence, Hyunjin surprises her with a professional photoshoot. He collaborates with a renowned photographer and makeup artist, ensuring that Y/N looks and feels her best. The photoshoot turns out to be a transformative experience for Y/N, as she rediscovers her passion and regains her self-belief.

Inspired by the stunning photographs, Y/N decides to take matters into her own hands. She starts attending modeling workshops, seeking guidance from experienced models, and practicing diligently to improve her skills. Despite the ongoing criticism from her teachers, Y/N remains determined to prove them wrong.

As Y/N's skills develop and her portfolio grows, she begins to catch the attention of influential people in the fashion industry. A prominent modeling agency notices her potential and offers her a chance to audition for a major fashion show. Y/N is ecstatic but also nervous, fearing that she might disappoint herself and Hyunjin.

With Hyunjin's unwavering support, Y/N prepares rigorously for the audition. She practices her walk, refines her poses, and works on her confidence. On the day of the audition, Y/N is filled with a mix of nerves and excitement.

During the audition, Y/N's hard work and determination shine through. Her unique look and undeniable talent captivate the judges, leaving them impressed. Y/N's dream of becoming a model starts to materialize as she receives a callback, signifying that she has made it to the next round.

Y/N's success not only brings her joy but also inspires others who have faced similar obstacles. Her story becomes a symbol of resilience and determination, encouraging aspiring models to pursue their dreams relentlessly.

As Y/N's career takes off, she remains grateful to Hyunjin for his unwavering support and love. Together, they navigate the challenges of the fashion industry, celebrating each milestone and conquering every setback as a team.

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soobnny · 4 months

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stolen kisses with stray kids — established relationship, extreme fluff, some might be suggestive ? (2.0k words)

moments they steal a kiss & where they do it

chan. during movie night when everyone’s asleep

it’s a little scandalous, they way he reaches for your lips while his friends are asleep during one of your movie nights.

it’s around 2am, and the only reason you’re still awake is because chan’s being extra clingy with the way he squeezes your waist, running his cold hand under your shirt.

how can anyone expect him to fall asleep though? not when you’re so close to him, and he can smell your shampoo, and feel your steady breathing.

“sleepy.” you mumble, grabbing the ends of your shared blanket that jisung had stolen most of hours ago. chan had to excuse himself midway through your third movie to get you a new one.

“hmm.” he hums in response, nuzzling his nose against your hair, hands planting themselves on your bare waist. “is my baby sleepy?”

“mhm.” chan can’t help but grin down at you, disentangling his head from your hair for a moment to look at you—your sleepy smile and drooping eyes. how could he not press his lips on yours when you’re looking at him like that?

it feels like a shot of espresso, and he would’ve gone in for another one had you not fallen asleep, head buried in his neck and arms gripping his shirt.

minho. at the dance practice room while waiting for everyone else to arrive

minho’s arms are immediately locked around your torso the minute you walk into your university’s dance practice room. your boyfriend had rented it out for the evening with his friends to practice their final project, and you’d come with dinner and your support.

“5 minutes.” he whispers with a sinister grin, and you’re about to question what he meant when he goes straight in for your lips. ah, five minutes before his friends get here.

his lips aren’t shy at all. you can feel him growing more desperate as seconds pass, and you don’t know what’s gotten into your boyfriend for him to be kissing you like this, but you don’t exactly have any complaints.

minho kisses up your jaw, pulling your hips closer to his before planting his lips back on yours. and you have to admit, it’s a little attractive to catch a glimpse of the way he’s holding you and the way he’s kissing you from the dance studio’s big fucking mirror.

you don’t even realize how much time had passed. everything felt like a blur with the way your boyfriend was kissing you. but before you know it, there are knocks on the door and minho is breathing heavily against your neck.

he presses one last final kiss on your lips before he’s pulling away from the tight grip he’d placed you in earlier. it’s impressive, the way he immediately switches to a more composed version of himself—unlocking the doors and welcoming his friends inside. the smile on his face is gone, and it makes your face heat up to think that they have no idea what had happened just five minutes before they walked into the studio.

changbin. in the gym room against the lockers

“babe, i have the water bottle you’d left—oh!”

changbin gives you no warning when he kisses you against the lockers of his condominium’s gym. you suppose it’s because he’s the only one there. despite his appearance, your boyfriend is usually shy when it comes to public displays of affection.

it doesn’t help that he has a very visible afterglow after his workout session, sheen of sweat on his arms and forehead, and it really is hard to look away—well, it would’ve been hard if you weren’t so preoccupied with the way he was kissing you. it’s slow, and very very hot because it’s so uncharacteristic of your boyfriend to be kissing you like this where anyone could walk in on you. he lets his lips linger for a little longer than your usual kisses, completely taking away your breath.

when he pulls away, he’s still staring at your lips, and you can see a soft smile playing on his. he sends you another peck on the lips before he’s grabbing at the water bottle in your hand.

“thanks baby.” he downs the water in one chug, arms flexing and playing into the fabric of the top he’s wearing. you’re still against the lockers, where he’d pushed you against earlier, and his free arm is still locking you in place. you feel akin to a schoolgirl, with her crush so close.

the thought of him kissing you again like this has you mentally kicking your feet.

hyunjin. in the art studio’s closet where they keep the supplies

he kisses you in the university’s art studio closet—where they keep the supplies. you’d only meant to help hyunjin clean up, but you find yourself locked between his arms with his lips on yours. maybe it’s something about how your boyfriend is much more romantic when he’s in his artist’s mindset, but he refuses to pull away.

you don’t know he’d spent hours prior trying to paint even just a fraction of how he feels about you on the canvas. you were only able to catch a glimpse of vivid colors, the same that’s staining his hands and clinging to his skin.

hyunjin only pulls away when he accidentally knocks down a stool in the cramped space, pulling away and shyly crinkling his nose. it’s a direct contrast to how rough he’d been, hands roaming every possible inch of your face and neck and waist.

when you step outside, you catch your reflection in the studio’s big studio. the sight makes your cheeks heat up embarrassingly, and hyunjin has to apologize for caking your face with the paint that had been on his hands prior to stealing your lips in that closet.

jisung. at the dorm room while his roommate is away

can someone really blame him? you just looked so kissable with your pouty lips and your furrowed eyebrows. when you’d finally succumbed to studying for the night, jisung wastes no time, catching your lips in his.

he’d give anything to continue pressing his lips into yours for the entirety of his life.

and if not for the rest of his life, then at least for a couple more hours while the sun is still up — and while felix (his roommate) is very much not in their dorm yet.

jisung smiles at you when you pull away—that dumb smile he always gives you when he’s not quite done kissing you yet. he has his hands firmly planted on your hips, and his legs are outstretched so you’re comfortable on his lap.

you have a feeling you’ll leave his dorm with a flushed face and swollen lips. you hope felix isn’t on his way home anytime soon.

felix. while baking seungmin’s birthday cake, everytime jisung exits the kitchen

in his dorm’s mini kitchen while the three of you with jisung bake seungmin’s birthday cake. he only ever does it when his roommate is too distracted with other things like what he should get the younger boy—would a gag gift of a stuffed penis be enough to torment seungmin? you can hear him clearly from the living room, calling out to ask you for advice, but felix stands firm on wanting to kiss you until you can’t breathe.

“felix, stop! jisung might walk in on us.” though you’re telling him to stop, it’s a little hard to convince your boyfriend when you’re giggling and kissing him back.

who could blame felix though? how can he not kiss you when there’s frosting on your lips from decorating the cake? and what better way to clean it than kissing it off?

he has you lifted up on the counter, stood between your legs with his hands on your thighs. you’d shiver once in a while, it can’t be helped when the boy’s running his cold hands up and down your bare skin, hiking your shirt up just a little bit.

and he’s mastered the art of excuses at this point, always having something to say when jisung walks into the kitchen and suspiciously eyes the both of you because why are your lips the same color as the extra frosting.

though, on his hundredth attempt at secretly kissing you, jisung walks right in and immediately screams “my eyes!” as he runs away with his palms covering his eyes.

seungmin. against the bookshelves of the library

“kiss me.” it feels wrong coming out of his lips. your goody two shoes, straight a’s boyfriend, whispering for you to kiss him in the library.

seungmin’s taking advantage of the fact that nobody ever stays at the university’s library past 12am, not when exam seasons are far off. he had dragged you here earlier, something about a project, and with nothing better to do, you’d thought you would accompany him.

you’d expected him to bury his face in his laptop as usual, square glasses on his concentrated face. you didn’t expect to be making out with him against the bookshelves of the library—somewhere by the anatomy section, you don’t even remember anymore.

it’s like he prepared for this too, knowing exactly where you won’t be caught. he has you between his arms, and he ghosts your face terribly close to his.

it really isn’t difficult to admit that seungmin is wildly attractive like this. while you loved your nerdy boyfriend, something about him with his messy hair and his eyeglasses discarded has you breathing erratically.

his lips immediately catch yours when you lean forward to kiss him. it’s a little messy, but you give into it, and into his tongue that’s swiping on your bottom lip. you don’t know what had warranted this, but it definitely isn’t unwelcomed.

you only pull away when you hear the librarian surveying the lines of shelves, noticing that you and seungmin had been gone a little too long. it really isn’t that hard to find a book.

when you come back to your corner table, seungmin doesn’t say anything. his glasses are back on his frame, but it’s hard to miss his smirk and the way he’s running his tongue over his lips once in a while.

jeongin. under the school’s staircase in between class

jeongin loves to steal kisses in between classes. he’d kiss you anywhere, behind your department’s building, inside an empty classroom, anywhere with no prying eyes.

today, it’s under your school’s staircase. he kisses you sweetly, almost romantic. the kind of kiss that tells you he misses you despite it only being a few hours since you last saw each other.

he kisses you over and over in between quiet conversation about how your class went—how was that quiz you had? was it a boring one? he loves listening to you talk, and he loves interrupting you once in a while to place a short peck on your lips. it’s usually when you say your ‘w’s or any letter that puckers your lips up.

similarly, you ask him questions about his class—was his teacher a little less shitty today? did he finish that group project he’d spent many late hours on? what’s on his mind and why is he looking at you like that?

“you.” he says with a smug smile, and it makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. you stare at each other for a while, but jeongin can only go so long without your lips on his so he grabs your chin with his fingers and pulls you gently to place his lips on yours one last time.

the last kisses always last longer, when he knows he’s running out of time, and your next class is looming around the corner. and your boyfriend always knows how to make it count.

“see you on your next break, babe.”

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Echoes|| Hwang Hyunjin (Stray Kids)

Pairing: Reader(fem.) X Hyunjin

Word count : 5.8K+

Warnings : Blood, death, weapons, fire.

Genre : Romance, time-travel AU, royal AU, suggestive, mentions of death

Description: One day, you’re a college student, barely making it through your finals. And the next, you wake up in a palace, married to the most beautiful man on earth. What the hell is happening?!

A/N : HELLO MY TUMBLR FAM! I know its been way toooo long. And I’ll be honest, I missed everyone and I missed writing more than anything. I’ll try to post regularly and I hope my stories reach out to you as much as they did before.

Also, in other news, if this story gets a good response then imma write a mini series of royal stories for the other members as well(the stories will not be interrelated tho)

I hope y’all like this! I put my heart and soul into it!

You're not sure if you're awake anymore or just a frozen sack of meat staring at a painting like your life depended on it.

"See? I told you, y/n! She looks like you." Your friend, Lia squeals excitedly. You wish you could share even half of her enthusiasm.

You knew this trip to the museum was a bad idea the moment you got on the bus. This entire trip has just not been clicking with you the way you'd expected it to.

You were always a history lover, though. You'd read pages and pages about kings and queens and ancient politics and everything along those lines. This trip was supposed to be equally enlightening but you'd spent the entire day trying shake off an odd, eerie feeling that seems to have latched on to your back.

"Yeah.." you mutter to Lia.

Your eyes run along every single stroke of the painter's brush. The red hues of the curtains, the golden shine of the crowns, the green frills on the Prince's overcoat and the brown contour of the Princess's face.

The face that somehow mirrored yours.

"Maybe she's a far, far ancestor of yours?" Lia suggests, "Who knows, y/n!"

There's no way a Princess from the 1800s could be your ancestor; you'd know if you had even a bit of royal blood coursing through your veins.

And in that one possibility out a million, even if you did have a royal ancestor, there's no way she'd look exactly like you. No way.

"Or it could be your past life, y/n." Lia's voice goes into a whisper, her eyes widening behind her square rimmed glasses, "Maybe you were the princess."

You only sigh in response.

You walk closer to read the placard placed near the foot of the painting.

Hwang Yeji

Painter, 1795-1856.

Portrait of His Royal Highness Prince Hwang Hyunjin and the Royal consort

1827

Oil on canvas

Her Royal Highness princess Hwang Yeji was born in 1795 to His majesty King Chung and the royal consort Her Majesty Queen Sayuu of the then kingdom of Clé. She also has a twin brother, Prince Hwang Hyunjin who is believed to be older than her by a few minutes.

“It is said that the Crown Prince and Princess have had quite a tragic story, and Princess Yeji had gathered strentgh to complete this painting a long time after her brother and sister in law were tragically killed.” Lia reads out the rest of the sentences.

"I'm taking a picture, oh God! This is so fucking awesome." Lia fishes out her phone and starts clicking pictures of the painting, muttering how the similarity between these you and the Royal Consort is giving her goosebumps, "Should I make a video too?"

Her voice drains out into the background as a throbbing pain spreads across your head and eyes and you see odd flashes like the scenes of a movie playing without any particular order; castles, ball dances, a crown colored in blood and a boy wounded in your arms.

An unexplainable force pushes you closer to the painting and the moment your fingers touch the rough wooden frame, your headache stops.

"Y/n, you're not allowed to touch the pai-"

Lia's voice gets quieter and quieter till your vision goes black and your body goes limp.

When your eyes flutter open after god knows how long, you find yourself in a rather unexpected place.

The room is bright. Too bright for your liking. Yet the sparkling white marble of the walls and floor look beautiful against the dark brown vintage furniture of the room.

You stir against the feather soft mattress of the bed when a concerned voice calls you from across the room.

"Oh my darling! You're awake!" The voice is gentle, "We were so worried about you, y/n."

Your vision is still hazy but you see the figure of a lady walking toward you.

"Um, where am I?" You ask, rubbing your temples.

Until a while ago, there was unbearable pain but now you feel fine.

"Oh dear," the lady sits at the foot of your bed, "You're home. Do you not remember?"

Home? Since when did home go from a 3 BHK apartment in the heart of the city to this huge, fancy room?

"There..there has been some kind of mistake, ma'am."

When you try to sit up, she pushes you back down. Gentle but insistent.

"Dear, you need to rest. The physician will be here in the evening and I am to stay here with you until Hyunjin arrives, okay?"

She smiles at you and finally, you are able to take a closer look at the woman. Her hair is graying but long, a silver crown rests on her head gracefully and she wears the most beautiful silk gown you'd ever seen. Her face is wrinkled yet when she smiles, one can tell that she must have been quite a beauty back in the day.

"W-who might you be, ma'am?" You ask, nervous, heartbeat in your throat.

You were excited when you saw the fancy room earlier but now it's getting real creepy. Why is this random woman talking to you as if she knows you?

"Oh, dear, y/n," She places a hand on your forehead, and you flinch, "I'm your mother in law. Queen Sayyu. Do you really not remember?"

Your breath gets caught in your throat.

Queen Sayyu. You'd heard that name before. That painting in that museum you were in. Lia was right beside you. What the fuck happened after that?

"I think you're mistaken, ma'am. I am a student. I cannot be married." You mutter, "Did you find my phone when I was brought here? I could call my friend. She must be around." Because there's no way Lia would leave you alone with this creepy old lady with some serious personal issues, right?

But then again, Queen Sayyu was a real person. And for all you know, her daughter in law did resemble you.

Did you perhaps travel back in time? Or was it just your brain making you see weird things?

"Phone? What's that?" She asks.

You sigh, and tap your thighs where your pant pockets once resided but now, your fingers slide across the softest silk.

"Where are my clothes?" You jump out of the bed, getting worried by the second.

Why were you dressed in a blue silk gown? You don't even remember ever buying one.

Panic seizes you when Sayyu tries to touch you, "Ma'am, would you please tell me what’s going on? I'm genuinely confused!"

"I am telling you the truth! You, y/n Princess of The Northern Kingdom was married off to my son Hwang Hyunjin a few months back. " she sucks in a deep breath, "Did you perhaps lose your memories after the accident? Did you hit your head too hard?"

You are about to open your mouth to reply when you hear a gentle knock on the door.

"Y/n, it's Hyunjin. "

Sayyu passes you a worried look before she rushes off to let her son in.

"It's worse than I thought, " you hear her whisper as the front door opens, "She has amnesia!"

You sit on the edge of the bed, running a frustrated hand through your hair.

As if the mother wasn't enough, the son is here too. Brilliant.

"Please talk to her. She is saying peculiar things like some thing called phones and some girl called Lia and she kept asking who I was!" Sayyu continues whispering to Hyunjin, with no active reaction from the latter.

You wonder if Sayyu was really stupid enough to think you couldn't hear her.

"I'll talk to her." A male voice finally replies, "You should rest, mother. You've been here all day."

For some reason, you cannot bring yourself to have a look at your supposed husband.

You have a fleeting memory of the painting you'd seen back at the museum but you weren't sure if the Prince really did look as attractive in real life.

You hear the front door open and close, and then heavy footsteps approach you.

"Is this some new plan of yours? Trying to get attention again?"

Wow. What the actual hell!

You snap your head to look at him, "Excuse me?"

But oh, boy was he beautiful. Long blonde hair, golden eyes and blue silk robes, he carried it all so elegantly.

"Y/n, please. I know you didn't actually lose your memories. So stop pretending and tell me why you are doing it."

For a second, you almost feel bad for yourself.

Well not you you but the princess you.

It must have been hard marrying someone like this. But then again, good looks hardly ever guarantee good behavior.

"I am not pretending. I genuinely do not remember anything, Hyunjin! Why do you have to be so mean?"

"If you really do not remember anything then why are fighting with me like you do always! See, I was right. You are lying."

You clench your jaw, frustrated, " I am fighting because whether I remember you or not, you're still a piece of shit!"

Hyunjin's eyes widen in shock. Of course he never expected his graceful wife to ever use such profanities. He looks betrayed.

"Now get the hell out of my room."

You climb back into the bed, cover your head with the quilt and shut your eyes.

Before you know it, you are sleeping soundly with no idea that your poor husband is spending the night on the sofa in your room

The next morning, you are woken up by your maids followed by the most delicious breakfast ever.

They prepare a bath for you, chose a gorgeous gown from the closet, and even style your hair. You do not even have to lift a finger to get these things done.

And all of a sudden, your odd reality doesn't feel as horrible anymore.

You remember the placard placed near that painting, and all your fears vanish. It was written that Prince Hyunjin and his wife would be killed in a few years and you are positive that when you die in this world, you will wake up in your original world.

Yes, the dying part is scary but might as well enjoy the luxury that comes with the fear.

In the afternoon, you find yourself sipping tea and breathing the fresh air of the rose garden behind your palace quarters.

"So you are...Nabi. My lady in waiting?"

Nabi is a cheerful, smiley young woman. She also seems to be closer to the princess version of yourself than most other maids.

"Yes, your Highness, " she sighs sadly, "It breaks my heart to see you like this. Do you really not remember anything?"

"Um, I remember some things. Like the king's and queen's name and princess Yeji. I also know that I am from the Northern Kingdom."

You also know that you'd die in around two years and Hyunjin's sister will make a painting to let the world know what a tragic story you had, but you decide to not say that.

Nabi pouts, "I'm sorry, your Highness. I wish I were there when you fainted. Maybe I could have helped you."

You tap your fingers against the porcelain cup in your hand, "Could you tell me exactly what had happened that day? Did I fall down? Or something else happened?"

"Oh, you didn't fall, no," she chuckles, "All the women of the Royal family were invited to this art gallery. While looking through some paintings, you suddenly fainted. We brought you back immediately."

"The physician check you and confirmed that you weren't pregnant, much to the Queen's dismay. She was looking forward to becoming a grandmother."

You almost spit the tea out, "What! Where did that even come from?"

Nabi smiles, "Well, why else would a newlywed bride faint? Anyway, I knew you weren't pregnant. You'd told me the prince and you haven't done that, you know."

Wow. The princess 'you' really told this girl way more than needed.

"And why exactly did I say we hadn't fu- I mean done that yet?" And now you were asking more than necessary.

"Because he's cold to you." She says, "But you know, even when you told me that, I knew he loved you and only you. He has never been involved with another and I saw him keep a portrait of yours in his private study room."

You are at a loss of words. How does one even react to this kind of information? Should you be happy for the princess 'you' or should you be jealous of her?

You force a smile, "How exactly did you find out about the portrait?"

"What portrait?" A male voice says from somewhere behind you.

Nabi and the other maids quickly get on their feet and greet their prince as this ethereal man walks out from behind the tall bushes.

"Hm? What are you guys talking about?" He asks, a gentle smile on his lips.

Oh so now he smiles?

"Just palace gossip." Nabi says, her gaze low.

"Is it true, my princess?" Hyunjin walks toward you and takes your hand in his, pressing his lips gently to your fingers.

You hate the way your cheeks heat up at the contact.

"Y-yeah. Obviously." You say.

He smiles widely, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "Could you ladies please excuse us?"

When Nabi and the maids leave, you find yourself alone with the prince again and you're not sure how you feel about that.

Last night, he was so mean to you and now he's acting like a lovestruck man? What is the meaning of this?

You push him away, "What?"

He sighs.

Today, his blonde hair is tied half way up, and he wears a diamond crown. He looks more sophisticated from last night. More prince-like.

"What?" You demand again.

"Look, I'm sorry about yesterday, okay? I'm still not convinced that you've lost your memories but can we put this behind us for a while?" He says, "Can you come with me to the study room? I have to show you something."

You follow him without question.

The palace complex is still a maze to you and other than your living quarters, you don't know much about the rest of the palace.

He leads you through a staircase to a huge room on the top floor of one of the buildings. Or was it the main palace where the king and queen resided? You weren't sure anymore.

"Yeji was very worried to hear about your amnesia, by the way." Hyunjin mutters as he lights the candles in the room, "She'll be back by next summer."

"Where has she gone?" You say, mindlessly staring at the huge collections of books in this place. A huge chandelier hangs from the center of the room and as the Hyunjin continues to light numerous candles and lanterns around the room, your eyes finally take in the whole picture of the room. For a second, you almost felt like you were watching a Renaissance period drama.

Hyunjin stops in his tracks, "y/n, do you really not know?"

He turns around and looks at you strangely, as if expecting your eyes to give away the truth of this supposed amnesia.

And when he sighs, you know that he didn't find what he desired.

"She's training under a really famous dance academy. If she's lucky, she might be able to clear her final year dance exams this year." He says.

You want to ask him if art doesn't interest her but that might make him doubt you again. You cannot afford to do that when Hyunjin is the only person here who you trust even slightly.

Nabi is honest and Sayyu is kind but you find it hard to match their energy.

"So what did you want to sho-" You stop mid sentence when your eyes fall on a huge painting behind Hyunjin's study table.

Your painting.

"It's me", you gasp, "It's..my portrait."

"Yeah. I just finished it today, actually." He rubs the back of his neck, "I'll hang it in your room once the paint dries."

In the painting, you are sitting on a chair, dressed in the finest white dress you'd ever seen. An elegant tiara sits on the crown of your head, and your lips are stretched into a smile.

"Hyunjin..." you are at a loss of words.

Nabi was right; Hyunjin did have a portrait of you in his study. What she didn't know is that he was the one who made the painting while all this while you were under the impression that Yeji was the artist in the family.

"It's good right?" He asks, unsure.

"Yes. I love it," you reply, "When is this image from?"

Hyunjin frowns at your words, again scanning your eyes as if looking for some hint of lies in your words.

"Y-you don't remember?" He asks.

"What?"

He sighs, looking rather disappointed, "It's from our wedding, y/n."

Hyunjin is starting to wonder if you'd actually lost your memories.

The next few days, he tries to subtly engage you in conversations regarding your wedding day and your life before getting married and by the time the week ends, he is sure you'd lost your memories.

He hated to admit it, but he did like the fact that you couldn't remember the times when he was so horrible to you.

Now he can start anew. A clean slate.

"You've been spending suspiciously a lot of time with me, Hyunjin." You had asked him one evening, munching up a cookie, "What's up?"

He chuckles; he's come to enjoy this new side of yours. It's a completely different version of your other self- the one who grew up training to be the lady of a house.

"Nothing," he grabs a cookie for himself, "We're having a ball this evening, by the way. It's mother and father's 30th anniversary."

Your eyes widen with excitement, "Really?! We're having a ball ball. Like we wear dresses and all? And we dance under a huge chandelier?"

Hyunjin is taken aback; you used to hate balls. Or any public gathering for that matter.

"Y-eah, well. Yes." He gulps.

"Oh my god. I need to talk to Nabi. I have so much to prepare, oh my god. Why are you only just telling me," you grab another cookie and sprint towards your room, "Also will there be a fountain where wine flows instead of water? That would be so cool!"

Hyunjin gives you a soft smile; no such fountain was planned for the ball but if it meant he'd see you this excited, he could pull a few strings.

The rest of the hours leading upto the ball is a blur; you only remember running from the dressing room to the ball room to your bedroom and back to the dressing room and as for Hyunjin, the day goes slower than ever.

He only got to see flashing glimpses of you running from place to place and somewhere, deep down in his heart, he missed your attention.

It was a jarring realization; him enjoying your company and attention and even craving it at times. He couldn't quite digest this unfamiliar feeling yet, he realised, he wasn't unwelcome to it.

"Are you ready? They're waiting for the Prince and Princess, y/n. We don't want the Royal families of other kingdoms thinking we were out doing something unholy now, would we?"

Hyunjin has this mischievous smile on his, leaning against the door Frame of your dressing room.

Is he flirting? You wonder.

You sigh, "I don't think I look good enough, Hyunjin. I look..weird."

You run a hand over the lustrous material of your ball gown. You feel very foreign in your body all of a sudden.

"I don't think so, my lady," Hyunjin steps into the room, a hand gentle on your waist, "I think you look breathtaking. What would you say, Nabi?"

Nabi hides a blush while you stare at your husband; wide eyed and mouth gaping.

What has gotten into him lately? Is he trying to annoy you or are these words coming from somewhere else?

You shake the latter thought away from your mind. How could this beautiful Prince from centuries before your time find you breathtaking?

Impossible.

You swallow your nervousness and turn on your heels.

"If you say so," you shrug, "Let's go, come on, Hyunjin. "

Chuckling softly to himself, Hyunjin follows suit.

The evening is great but you don't remember much by the time it ends; you somehow end up getting drunk on wine from the wine fountain and Hyunjin has to subtly carry you away from the ball room.

"Hyunjin ~" you slur as he covers your body with a duvet, "Do you ever wonder if a parallel universe exists?"

He lies down beside you, sighing, "Maybe. Why do you ask?"

"I know it exists. I am living proof that it exists, you know," you say, passionately, "I'm not bluffing."

Hyunjin laughs, " Of course, you're not. How could you lie?"

He pushes strands of hair behind your ear.

Your heart thumps against your chest; you love that feeling.

"If there was a parallel universe, I hope I end up with you." You giggle, snuggling into his chest.

Hyunjin freezes for a moment, breath stuck in his throat and eyes not even blinking.

But when he feels you relaxing into him, he let's his shoulders slouch.

"If there was a parallel universe, I hope I end up with you too."

The only reply he gets from you is a snore.

The next few months are smooth as the calm sea, pleasant as the spring wind, beautiful like the blooming of roses.

You'd come to adore Hyunjin- that was for sure. You'd come to love his presence and crave it everytime you guys were apart. He had become like the anchor to your ship; and you, his.

"Yeji's coming home tomorrow, by the way. How much do you remember of her?"

"Just her face," and the fact that when you're both killed brutally one day, she'd make a painting of you two, immortalising your love.

The thought causes your stomach to stir; you didn't want to go back to the reality you knew.

All of a sudden, you find yourself wishing you had more time with this man- this man who loved nothing more than lying in your arms, your naked bodies as close as one could get, this man who had made you feel safe when you were suddenly sucked into this unknown world, this man who loved you to death and beyond.

Hyunjin snuggles in closer(as if he could get any closer) and kisses your temple oh so tenderly. Then he moves to your cheek, then nose and then mouth.

His lips are plump and warm and inviting, and before you know it, you both find yourself falling into the wonderful ocean of pleasure. Over and over again.

The next day when Yeji arrives, you are skeptical about approaching her but she was more than happy to see you. Before the day ended, she'd already invited you to a tea party in the gardens, and by the week ended, you guys had become great friends.

She was just so comfortable to talk to and so friendly. She was so curious yet sweet. How could you not be her friend, you often wondered.

It was on one such afternoon picnic that Nabi came running to you.

"His Majesty is injured! He was attacked during his hunt."

You didn't waste a second before storming off towards his room, not caring for your supposed lady etiquette anymore.

No God, please, not yet.

You reach your bedroom, out of breath and sweaty, and Hyunjin was sitting at the edge of the bed, getting his wounds cleaned.

Your heart drops into your stomach.

There is a big gash on his arm; bleeding profusely even though the physicians were trying to stop it. There are blue and purple all over his face and stomach, and a few more smaller cuts on his entire body.

And he looked terrified and pale and sad.

"Hyunjin..." you run to him.

He looks up at you, teary eyed.

"Y/n...I'm okay." Is his first instinct, "Don't cry."

You sit beside him and press a long kiss to his temple, your heart feeling lighter when the physician signals to you that the bleeding has stopped.

"Who was it?" You ask

Yeji stands in front of the two of you; tears streaming down her face.

"Whoever it was, I'll kill them with my own two hands, goddammit!"

"Calm down, guys." Hyunjin sighs, "I didn't see a face. But they were wearing a very familiar perfume. I wonder who it could have been."

You swallow nervously, "Just..just stay safe okay?"

Hyunjin smiles at you, "Of course, my love."

An odd mixture of expressions grace Yeji's face.

While Hyunjin recovers, you make sure he does not step out of the palace unaccompanied.

You're getting his food tested, his room sanitized, and every gift that he receives has to go through multiple rounds of security checks. You know what is to come, but some silly, silly part of you wants to prevent it.

"You're being a little too paranoid, I think." Hyunjin tells you as the servants set up the dinner table for him, "I'm gonna be fine, y/n."

"Hyunjin, just," you sigh, reminding yourself to be patient with him, "Just please let me do what I'm doing. It helps me sleep at night."

With a gentle wave of his wrist, Hyunjin dismisses the servants.

He grabs your hand and pulls you in to sit on his lap.

"Y/n, I'm literally right here. I'm stronger than you think. I'm not planning on leaving you any time soon." He presses a kiss to your temple.

A wave of realization washes over you, and you find yourself tearing up, melting into his embrace.

How did you even come to love this man that you'd only ever heard of in history books? Was this even real? If you pinch yourself hard enough, would you wake up to a world where Hyunjin is not yours anymore?

"Just shut up, goddammit, " you say to him, "Hold me, please."

You say it like a request, but really, you were begging him to hold you. To make you feel safe, even if it's for a short while. Because for all you know, the end could be closer than expected.

That night, you and Hyunjin fall asleep in each other's embrace. There was nothing more pure, raw, or beautiful than what you felt with him. In a span of a few months, you'd fallen madly in love with the prince.

It's funny, huh, how you never found love back in the modern world yet here you were, sharing your whole heart with Hyunjin?

Maybe it was always meant to be like that and maybe when this beautiful daydream ends someday, you could look back at it and relish these memories.

"Y/n, get up." You're pulled out of your sleepy thoughts when you feel someone tap you on the shoulder. Urgent.

"Nabi? What time is it?" You whisper back, gently putting Hyunjin's head of the pillow, "What's happened?"

Nabi shakes her head, "The Royal investigators have got some news. A possible group of assassins is heading to the palace as we speak. My lady, we must rush you to safety immediately. The soldiers will escort the Prince."

Your heart hammers against your chest.

"I-I can't leave him. He's not recovered yet. He cannot fight!"

"Your majesty, please. I beg you," Nabi replies, "These are the orders of The Queen. I have to escort you to where the ladies are. "

With a tight throat, you quietly follow Nabi out of the room.

She leads you down through a secret tunnel between Your Palace and The King's, that leads to a dark corridor with a single metal door at the end.

"This way, your majesty. The princess and the queen are inside. I'll bring you news from to time so there's nothing to worry about." Nabi says as she unlocks the door from the outside. She passes the lantern to you.

The moment you step into the dark room inside, you hear a loud bang. You turn around in horror only to find the door closed in your face and Nabi gone.

"N-nabi?" You murmur nervously, "Why did you close the door?"

From inside the room, you hear a faint chuckle.

"She's gone, y/n. Left us to rot in this dungeon forever. "

"Yeji?"

You jog towards the tired, lifeless voice.

And when you reach the princess, what your lantern shows you horrifies you to the core.

"Your majesty!" You fall on your knees, grabbing the lifeless body of a once beautiful Queen who you'd come to adore over the years, "W-what happened?"

You're crying now; watching the princess caress her mother's cold face.

You're sobbing; watching the bloody hands of the daughter who tried to stop her mother from bleeding to death.

"Nabi is..", Yeji swallows, "She's a part of the resistance that wants to overthrow the monarchy. They want a military ruled government. It was her doing. On the day Hyunjin was attacked, I knew it was her."

You cry harder, moaning into your hands.

How could she?

"And I too, am at fault here. I made the mistake of befriending her so so many years ago," Yeji continues, "I paved her way into the palace. I'm as much as of a criminal as her."

You clear your throat, rubbing the tears off your cheeks and neck, another sob bubbling within your chest.

"We do not have time to repent things we had no control over," you say, "The Queen Mother is gone but we can still save your father and Hyunjin. "

"They've taken father to their military fortress. " Yeji says, her tone suggesting she's given up all her hopes. "He's as good as dead. "

"Then we save my husband."

"Y/n, how will we-"

"I saw the key. When Nabi unlocked the door, I saw the key."

"What about it?" Yeji asks, shifting.

"It doesn't have a key. It only has a numerical lock code."

Yeji lifts an eyebrow, as if to ask you "So?"

"It was 0143."

Leaving the Queen Mother's body behind, you and Yeji rush out of the door, grabbing every knife, sword, and other sharp object you could find in the dungeon.

"I think she must have taken Hyunjin hostage," Yeji says, rubbing the sweat off her forehead. "But since he cannot fight that well because of his wounds, they're probably interrogating him in your bedroom. "

"Interrogating him for what?"

"The keys to the Royal armory and the king's safe of gold."

Sure enough, you find Hyunjin in your bedroom. Except it wasn't your Hyunjin, it was a replica of

Queen Sayyu. Blood and blood and blood everywhere on his body. His eyes barely open but his hands, they pointed at you as you rushed in.

"Hyunjin!" You cried, kneeling by the bed side floor, "Hyunjin, please, hold on."

The room was empty except for the three of you. The furniture was broken and burnt and cupboards were clearly forced open.

"Did you give them the keys?" Yeji asks him, sobbing, "Mother died to protect those keys."

He coughs and leans into you, "I've alarmed the military. They are on their way."

"The rebels will be coming back too." He coughs again, "The keys are behind the painting in my study. Save them Yeji, run, now."

Yeji steadies herself as she gets up, "Come on, y/n. He said they might come back. "

Oh, but how could you? How could you leave the love of your life to bleed to his death alone while you escaped?

Moreover, this was the tragic end of your daydream, wasn't it? Dying together while Yeji survives and continues to rule the country.

"Go, Yeji, " you tell her, over the noise of the blood coursing through your ears, you hear footsteps, "Now!"

Yeji is a smart girl, you realize. With a hand over her mouth to suppress her sobs, she runs out of the room, without turning back even once.

When she is out of sight, Hyunjin fumbles to find your hand in the darkness. He's cold and stiff.

"If I disappear today, promise me you will find me. Promise me, please y/n." He manages to say.

You kiss his hand softly as the footsteps get closer, tears streaming down your face.

"I will find you. In every universe, in every timeline. I will find you, my love. " you say as you find a metallic taste in your tears and your vision goes black.

After what feels like a millennia, the darkness around you is finally replaced by a bright light.

It is too bright, but when you see a familiar face, your discomfort vanishes.

"Lia!" You throw yourself onto your napping friend, "Lia! Oh, I'm so happy to see you."

Lia though surprised at your outburst, returns your embrace with equal enthusiasm.

"I missed you too, y/n." She says, "I didn't know that picture would have such an impact on you. I was so scared when you passed out!"

Picture? What picture?

And suddenly, all the memories play in your mind like an old film. It's hazy, but you know what's going on.

You see blood, a crown, burning curtains, and..a blonde prince.

Hwang Hyunjin.

"Lia..", you sigh, your heart aching terribly, "How long have I been out?"

"Like around 36 hours or so. I don't remember. "She replies.

36 hours in this world and you'd already spent a lifetime in another. How utterly tragic.

"Y/n, what's wrong? You're tearing up." Lia says, offering you a tissue, "Are you in pain?"

You sigh, "Yes. I am in extreme pain, Lia. How could life have been so, so unfair to us?"

Lia gives you a confused nod, not really sure what had exactly led you to believe that life had been unfair to you.

"Y/n, what-"

Lia is cut off by a knock on the door.

"Ah. That must be the doctor." Lia jogs towards the door, "Just a second, Dr. Seo!"

"Um, hello," the doctor greets, "Dr. Seo is in urgent surgery. He sent me in his place to check on the patient. "

When the doctor steps in closer, your breathing gets stuck in your throat.

Of course, you know this man. How could you not?

You'd died with him in another world, in another time, in another life.

You'd loved him.

"I'm Dr. Hwang, Miss Y/n." The doctor says, a familiar expression on his face. He looks rather delighted to see you.

"I feel like I've seen you somewhere before." He chuckles to himself as he sits on the chair by your hospital bed.

"Yes, me too." These are the only words you manage to say.

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— 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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