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seungmin4president · 6 months

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Restroom

(A/n: theres a suprise at the end HEHEHE)

Warnings: implied exhibitionism, masturbating, implied group sex, language, reader is a dirty motherfucker, I think thats all?

Not proof read❗

Wc: 1,711

"Listen y/n you're just a fucking stylist okay? You only make their outfits, not their boner." You think to yourself as you watch the boys dance and sing on the dimly lit stage with your eyes filled with guilt and lust combined together, rubbing your thighs together to hopefully get rid of the pool that has formed in between them but it wouldn't work, definitely not when they're thrusting they hips up in the air and throwing their heads back.

Is that what it looks like when their fucking you? The cold air around you is starting to feel humid just by the thought of it. Part of you feels guilty for thinking about your coworkers in such a disgusting way but another part of you swears that if no one was around right now you would be touching yourself wishing it was their hands instead of your own, moaning their name as loud as you can.

I mean, it's not like anyone can hear you over Stays screams and their loud singing.You weren't gonna do until you saw them sweating because of the dances they were doing and DAMN what wouldn't you do to lick it off of them. You couldn't just brush that off so, like any normal human being, you just went into the restroom to let go of that steam. Touching yourself in all ways that you want them to touch you, taking your hand up to your boobs to grab and squeeze one of them, grinding on your hands as you were fingering yourself, imagining how much better you could feel if it was the idols doing it. You knew their cocks would be much longer than your fingers and how much ecstasy they would give you making your eyes roll back at the thought.

Your silent moans of each of their names becoming louder while you come undone on your fingers, your hair sticking onto your forehead because of your sweat. And of course you will never admit this but a small part of you wanted at least one of them to come backstage and hear your dirty pleas and then go into the bathroom with you to give you that pleasure you wanted. No. needed so bad.

And the thing is… they did hear. All of them heard you when they came backstage to take a break and change costumes.

Well actually, Han was the one that heard it through the music that was playing outside and loud fans singing along. He was "walking" running towards the bathroom feeling like he would combust if he didn't use it right away, but when he got there he heard a sensual moan coming from a voice that he was very familiar with. Your voice. He first thought he was going crazy until he looked around without moving to only see you missing so he knows that it must be you.

Then, he heard his name spill out of your mouth so gracefully. Causing his eyes to roll back to his head as he silently groaned, palming his already hard on (he's whipped for you fr). Suddenly he didn't need to pee but he did need to be inside of you, he needed to hear you say his name while watching you crumble and fall apart on his cock.

"G-guys" Han stumbled on his own words, coming out as a mere whisper.

The members all looked at him. Giving him a look of concern before walking up to him. "What's wr-" Chan was talking before he got interrupted by a moan from the restroom but unlike Han, he instantly knew it was you. "Ah again really?" Chan sighed while putting his head in his hand. "Wait.. AGAIN? You're telling me this isn't the first time? And you KNEW ABOUT IT?" Han yelled, giving Chan a confused and shocked stare, causing Chan to cover the boy's mouth shut.

And Chan in fact did know about your dirty secret but the thing was.. you didn't know he knew and Han mentioning it made him think of when he caught you in the act. It was when they were supposed to be in the middle of performing but chan had accidentally ripped his shorts while dancing so he went backstage sweating and panting and walking through all of the staff offering him water that he definitely needed but he just needed to find you so he can go back on stage and have fun with his members and stay. But you were nowhere to be found, he couldn't find you anywhere.

He asked other staff about your whereabouts but none of them knew about your disappearance either. so, he kept looking around in hopes to be able to find you to fix his pants ASAP. But then, when he passed the restroom he heard someone say something that sounded like Felix's name from the restroom and sounded like a moan? He thought he was hearing things until he heard his name come out of a voice that he knew too well and of course it was you.

He felt his pants become tighter despite the huge hole in them. Fuck you sounded so good and it was because of him and his members. It was because of him. He needed to make you scream louder for him, he needed you to beg for him to ruin you just like how you were doing in the restroom, he knew he could do better than your fingers and reach places you wish your fingers could reach.

"Hyung, you there?" Jeongin waves his hand up and down in front of Chan's face, resulting in Chan refocusing on his surroundings and instinctively slapping his hand away "You could've just told me to move my hand." "Yeah I'm sorry let's just go before she catches us right here and thinks we're creeps." The boys then hear the water in the bathroom sink turning on signaling you've finished, making them rush to any seat near them to make it as if they weren't just about to jerk off to your moans.

As you walk out you see the boys on their phones sitting in chairs that are way too close to the restroom for your comfort but you thought since you're not getting confronted by any of them you believed that either they didn't hear you or they just walked in but of course they didn't just walk in because wouldn't they have sweat on them and be drinking water? Either way at least they didn't catch you, right?

You went to get some water to cool off from your previous activity that you just finished and to your surprise, when you got back to the front there were no chairs left but you could've sworn there was a chair between Changbin and Chan.. but it's okay, things like that happens all the time so after getting the boys all together with their outfits you just stand while watching the clock. 30 more minutes until they leave again. Great, you have to deal with the pain standing up for 30 minutes.

When the boys were sure there wasn't anyone around, Chan gave Changbin a nod of approval as Changbin turned his head around to you before speaking "Y/n aren't you gonna sit?" "Oh no I'm fine you guys just finished performing you shouldn't have to get up because of me." You shook your hand side to side in a way to say "it's no biggie" but Changbin just chuckled while shaking his head "Who said anything about me getting up?" "Well if you weren't gonna get up why'd you say th-" You got cut off by Changbin pulling you to sit on his lap.

"B-Bin what the fuck?" You tried to move yourself to get up but his arms are wrapped around your waist and pulling you back down "Just relax." Changbin then put his head in the crook of your neck to place gentle kisses receiving a little whimper out of you in return "You okay? I'll stop if you don't want me to." "N-no it's not like that but what about-" "Us?" Chan says, putting his hand on your thigh, your breath getting caught in your throat at the sudden action as your eyes wided. Is this really happening? You think to yourself.

"We heard you in the bathroom, moaning our names-" Seungmin chuckles as he gets up from his seat to walk over to where you, Changbin, and Chan were, bending down to meet your eyes as he continues "you sounded like a slut." Oh shit. They did hear. "That's right baby girl we heard you" "it really wasn't that hard to hear you as loud as you were so here's just a little tip for you-" Chan goes to your ear to whisper the rest "the next time you decide to masturbate in a room full of people be a little bit quieter, yeah?" Your mind was so wrapped on Chan's breath fanning over your ear, you didn't realize that the rest of the members had walked over to you, their stares giving you goosebumps.

"Do you really want this Y/n?" Felix asks while going down on his knees, pushing your legs apart to slot his face in between them, peppering them with kisses as Changbin and Chan kisses down your neck "Yes please I want it so bad" You look down and feel your face get hotter as you feel Changbin finally bite down on your neck leaving a mark on your skin. Then, you look up and see Hyunjin looking into your eyes before setting his lips on yours, the kiss transforming from a gentle, cute kiss to a sloppy and deep makeout session.

Your hand goes up to Hyunjin's hair to pull him closer, letting out a little moan when you feel Felix's and Minho kissing on both of your thighs "Don't worry princess there's more where that came from" Felix says as his hand dips inside your thigh to rub his hand on your clothed clit making you arch your back, whining into the kiss when Minho stopped kissing your thigh.

"Felix, what are you waiting for? Give the slut what she wants" Minho orders.

Hope you liked the cliffhanger lmao I mean its Halloween so I had to be evil y'know?💀

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txtmetonight · 5 months

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Pouty Lips

call summary ⋆ ★ When sleepy, pouty lips gain a bit of attraction

pairing *. * Ot8 x Fem! Reader

genre⋆ ★ Fluff, Angst with comfort (Han's)

warnings *. * Crude language, Drinking, Fighting (Han), Petnames, Grammar

call duration⋆ ★ 4.4k

a/n*. * Thought of this when my lips were a bit swollen from sleeping in longer than I should've. Also didn't realize that the scenarios get longer as you read for each person until I was done writing. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

taglist ⋆ ★ @kflixnet

Chan · • . ° .

Sunlight was now deemed your biggest rival, though Chan thought the exact opposite. Whereas the blinding light was on a mission to wake you up, ripping you from your slumber, the same sunlight always cast a heavenly glow on you, and every morning it was Chan’s fulfillment to wake up before you to watch you glow, oh so beautifully.

He thought you were the most prettiest person he’d ever lay sight on, and God forbid him to ever miss the sight where you were so stunningly ethereal that it hurt. When his eyes fluttered open, he found you in his arms, wound to him as close as you could get. Chan’s mouth curls into a gentle smile as he traces his fingers against your face; your forehead then to your nose, to your cheeks, and then back to your nose before he drags his fingers over your lips.

Plump from the previous night and gathered into a pout, a strong pull forces him to softly connect his own lips with yours, noses brushing with each other before he peppers a couple of more. The way that he felt with you was mind-shattering and gut-wrenching, and with full honesty, he thought he was about to die...because he just loved you so much.

“Channie you’re worse than the damn sun” You whine, yet you cuddle right back into him, savoring the kisses he planted. “Really? Then you don’t want any more of my kisses?” You shoot your eyes open, trying to get used to the brightness as you shake your head, mumbling into his jaw. “You know what I mean...keep kissing me loser” He chuckles at your words while he raises your chin up to pucker your lips.

“You’re so cute, I think you’re doing something to my heart!” He locks lips with you once more, and this time he deepens the kiss, your fingers snaking through his hair, gently pulling on it. His hands slip under your nightwear to dig into your bare skin, pulling back when oxygen is needed. Chan’s soft touches slip you back into a world where it is just you two. Where you felt yourself melt into him, so mushy and soft.

“One more” You pout, and he just couldn’t say no.

Minho · • . ° .

“The cat looks just like Dori, No?”

But when you don’t respond, he looks down right at you, smiling at what he found. You’ve fallen asleep in his lap during the second round of the movie night, exhausted from the first after all your saved-up energy was wasted in hiding under the covers when the suspense got too intense, or flinching when the scene directed a jump scare.

So, Minho wasn’t quite surprised when he found you softly snoring against his neck, arms wrapped tightly around him. He softly brushes his hair out of your face, heart becoming full when he notices you chase after his warmth, shoving your cheek into his collarbone, having him giggle at how cute you are. Moments like this were always rare, due to his extremely hectic schedule, but when the time comes, and he’s trapped in your spangled web of love, the concept of a clock becomes unknown.

Sinking into a small sigh, he lowers the volume of the TV before he while himself getting tired, not that it was hard when your warmth engulfed him whole. Eyes blinking slowly, he yawns into your shoulder, absolutely enamored with you. You were just so kind and angelic, there’s not a moment that passes by where he wonders if you were truly a gift of God.

Because what did he do in his past life to have you?

Minho indulges in his own desires as he takes small selfish peeks at you, each time his eyes waver back to his face, they land on a different feature, a fun game that he likes to play with you. But when his vision gazes onto your lips, he’s a goner. It seems though that biting your lip throughout that movie had swollen them red and pink. He doesn’t dare to blink, but he does decide to lean closer to nuzzle your head, before he lands a long-lasting peck on the corners of your lips.

And right as he was about to do it again, he catches something; your lips had just twitched into a smile! Grinning brightly, he pokes at your cheeks and pulls you closer, landing kisses over kisses onto your lips, unable to hold himself back.

“You sly fox, you were awake this whole time!”

You start laughing into his desperate kisses, nodding and he really wishes that this moment could last forever.

Changbin · • . ° .

Blearily blinking your eyes, you yawn into your arms as you check the time, grumbling when you notice how late it has...and yet your boyfriend is still not here! With a chaste kiss to the cheeks, and lengthy hug because you didn’t want to let go, he promised that he wouldn’t stay too late at the gym again, that he would be right back in time for your home-cooked meals.

But as the time shows, his deadline expired thirty mins ago. It wasn’t that you were mad at him, nor were you in the ever so slightest disappointed, you just wanted your boyfriend by your side, where he didn’t overwork himself but rather sunk in the presence of comfort.

You knew him too well to know that he ached everywhere from head to toe, and he truly deserved a break, but it seems though that he doesn’t think the same. So, after many days of intricate planning, you had an amazing fool-proof plan!

You were just going to have him under your hold, refusing to let him go until he gave up!

Yet your eyes were starting to droop, and you felt yourself blank out several times with your head slowly swaying to an unknown beat. And before you know it, you’re knocked out cold and snoring, head slightly tilted to the side uncomfortably from the way you positioned yourself on the couch.

Sniffling in your sleep, you don’t notice the door slowly opening, creaking in its wake to let a very familiar person in, his eyes slightly enlarged when he catches a glimpse of you. Changbin as tired as he was, cracks a very small smile, electric buzzing shocking his veins alive. Even with hands splayed everywhere messily and your neck craned weirdly, he still knows that you’re the most beautiful person in this whole world.

He takes gentle steps, careful enough to not make a peep but he can’t help but gasp at you, leaving him quite breathless. Getting down on his knees, he kneels near your face while he slowly rubs your cheeks, while his eyes don’t leave your lips.

He shuts his lids and as though it was written in his blood, he leans forward and places a small kiss on your lips. And immediately you stir awake, subconsciously reciprocating it back to him, mumbling into the kiss.

“You stink Binnie, go take a shower!”

“I told you not to stay awake for me! Ho–hum guess I have to stay home tomorrow, for my tired baby” He laughs, before picking you up and taking your giggling figure into the bathroom with him.

Your plan had worked...in a way.

Hyunjin · • . ° .

When Hyunjin told you that you were his muse; his one and only, and the one that he wanted to draw for the rest of his life, you thought you were lucky. But now, you really preferred sleep and he was certainly not making it easy. His sharp eyes were trained on the canvas for a while, littered with the many colors of you, painting your personality and his whole heart onto the white space.

From the way that your lips quirked, or the way that your hair nestled on your forehead or even the slightest scrunch of your nose, he was unable to find a flaw in you. You were so lovely inside and out, and that’s why he fell in love with you the moment his eyes landed on yours in the quiet library, the music he was blasting through his headphones suddenly tuned out, because God you were so romantic and dazzling. And when he asked you right there and there to model for him, he knew that he was blowing in the right direction that his heart was pulling him towards.

His eyes drift upwards towards your own eyelids, ready to feature one of his favorite parts of you, but he finds them closed, barely even fluttering when the wind from the opening window slowly brushes a strand for you. Lips slacked open a little, and pouty from the way that you kept it when you quietly sulked to him that you were tired of being still, he thinks you look perfect.

Looking back to his canvas, he lovingly cuts through the paint with his small brush, capturing every detail of you perfectly. The sun outside beams at the fullness of hearts, one sleeping and the other admiring, it could stay out here forever, peeking through the beige curtains, watching the two lovers. Hyunjin stalks forward, and faintly bends down to your level, studying your lips.

"You're so pretty, babe,” He sighs before landing a kiss on you, knowing that you couldn’t hear him, rather too lost in your dreams to comprehend. Hyunjin wonders if you were dreaming about him? He stares at you, remembering a night when he was scrolling though his phone and a small video popped up, explaining that almost every person has three to four dreams at night, but you wake up amnesiac and forget them. It was so intriguing that he went as far as to even search it up, and it was true!

And even though he forgets his dreams, he knows that every single nightly dream was about you. Kissing you so sweetly just like he liked, holding you close to him, protecting you from everything evil.

Taking another look at you, he takes another swig at your lips, and he happily hums when you grin against him, tugging him forward by his hair, and he really figures that he should really paint him kissing you next, because honestly–you look best with your lips against his.

Jisung · • . ° .

Arguments weren’t actually that rare–they were more pitiful and stupid and were resolved in a few minutes if both parties tried hard enough. And for you, Han was always a little less stubborn, a little less demanding, and likewise from your side. But today was long and tiring, and he wasn’t sure if his mental and physical capability could even hold him up anymore.

So, when he walked in through the wooden door, trudging with rocks in his shoes like the previous nights, you were partly sure that this night was going to be eventfully bad, more so than the others. You rush to his side, take his heavy bag away from him, and close the door right behind him. You kiss his jaw and expect him to come to dinner, maybe you could even run him a warm bubble bath and join him, he had always liked that, but he decides to have different plans.

Han instead slumps towards the guest bedroom, leaving you behind in your apron with you calling his name. You were calm, you had to be, you weren’t scared of him (you scoffed at the thought), and you keep note that whatever he screamed at you doesn’t mean anything and never will.

But how far could you take his words to heart, before the organ explodes?

He didn’t mean to call you the worst girlfriend ever, he didn’t mean to compare you to his past exes, deeming them better when you both know that you’re the only one he’s ever had a healthy romantic relationship with, and he definitely didn’t mean to say that he didn’t love you and that he was going to leave soon enough.

The words puncture and deflate him internally right when your fleeting tears leave the doorway, letting the silence consume him whole. He winces at your shared bedroom softly close, and he thinks he would’ve felt a tad bit better if you had violently snapped it in your wake.

He wasn’t sure what to do now, but he was sure that you were going to leave him. And fuck he really didn’t want that. You were his oxygen, his blood, his light, food, water, home, everything. But he also knew that you adored space as much as he did, and he respected that. Yet his fingers ache to reach out to you, pretty quickly, and after much thought, he fulfills his wishes.

Pressing his ear against the door, his heart drops when he doesn’t hear a thing. Maybe you had left him for good, and it doesn’t blame you in the slightest, his mood had been sour for a while but you’ve been so good for him, when you shouldn’t have. Perhaps, enough was enough for you. Wet pearls track down his face, heart hammering heavily in his chest almost like a drum roll, preparing him for his worst.

But the unfavorable doesn’t come...because you’re still there, swaddled in a baby blue blanket, turned the other way. “(Y/n)” He softly calls, trying not to eat chew on his hand while sobbing into it. You don’t answer him, and he takes it that you’re probably ignoring him. But as he comes closer, he notices the deep breathing and your small snores

You were sleeping.

Smiling sadly, he perches on the floor, placing his arm in the small space on the bed, near your chest. He drinks in your features before he leans forward placing a lasting kiss on your puffy lips, tears rolling down even more. He slowly wipes away your tracks, tracing your eyes. He places his lips on yours again, closing his eyes, chuckling. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean any of that. I can leave if you’d like. You’re probably tired of me”

“I’m not tired. Please don’t leave”

He flinches in shock, eyes fluttering close once more when you angle your head closer, leaving your lips on his, both darlings pouring their words into that one kiss.

Felix · • . ° .

You were caught by your own reflection watching another fan cam of your boyfriend, cans of your favorite beer littering the couch. You ashamedly stare at yourself through the dark TV screen, hair a mess and cheeks flushed red from consuming a bit too much alcohol to label yourself as tipsy but a little less than blackout drunk. Waving your arms in front of you to clear the haze, your eyes are directed to the video finally playing, and your heart stomach drops achingly, and your brain swims around and around.

His kind eyes, perky smile, gorgeous freckles, calloused hands, warmth, love, and home, you missed all of him. Yet unfortunately, it was going to be a long while before you could be coddled in his arms and touch him how you want to. You finally find the courage to head to bed, stumbling while you clean up the place, knowing that you don’t want to wake up to a disaster.

Your hands wringing as they push down the recliner, you fight with yourself only to give in and go to the freezer to grab another can, taking it to bed with you, unaware that the love of your life was just a mere hour away from you.

“Slow down mate, you’ll be with her soon enough!”

The man on the phone blares but Felix pays no mind, rather speeding up his long legs and taking far strides. The airport was mild with the presence of people, most likely because it was currently exactly two hours past midnight. He meant to be home earlier, catch you earlier, and surprise you earlier while the other boys relaxed in Los Angeles for a few nights more.

But the flight was delayed, and he was seated on the plane, later than he expected, excitement thriving well and alive. With two suitcases (one of them being dedicated entirely to your gifts) rolling behind him, he scurries, attracting attention from the stray onlookers. A part of him hopes that you are still awake, and the other hopes not, then obviously your beauty sleep comes before him, not that you needed it, you were already so stunning.

The last few months were hard, and all he craves is you. He misses the way that your touch makes him feel safe, the way that your smile lights up the whole room, your drunken confessions to him, and most importantly of all he just misses you, period.

Whipped as he was, he’s been staying awake for a while, imagining what he would do when he came back to you, his darling girlfriend. He was going to shower with kisses, join you in the shower, finally get a good night’s rest with you, and then not let you out of his arm's length, to make up for lost time of course.

Without knowing it, he finds himself seated in the familiar black company car, and his heart flutters amidst its beating, a smile curling up his face when he soon realizes the landscape around him blends into a more comfortable one. The one that he knew from the back of his hand, where he could run home with his eyes closed, and oh his lungs stutter as a very homely driveway comes into view. Like a zombie that’s obsessed with you, he clasps his luggage and dazedly walks home.

Where you would be. In your pajamas. And curled up in a soft blanket. For a second, he lets his fingers run themselves over the lock of the door, incapable of thinking about anything other than you. And finally, he inserts the metal key and lets himself in, eyes immediately crinkling at such a warming feeling that blossoms in his chest.

His eyes dart over the place, picture to picture of you two, and then to the clock, where it strikes three. Your boyfriend wastes no time closing the door softly behind him so he can stalk to your shared room, where he could find you, doing exactly as he pictured– except you look where better than he could imagine.

It seems though that you’ve passed out while drinking, an unfinished bottle near the bed stand (that he takes a little more than a few sips of). Slightly bending, his eyes cross your entire face, just silently admiring you before they get glued to your ravenous lips that were swollen.

Leaning closer, he places a long and deepening kiss, falling into a space where you are occupied. The place in his brain that was filled with you. Taking your cheeks, he pulls you closer and gives into the temptation of giving you another kiss, which slowly spreads around your face, and this time you wake up, eyes blinking hazily.

“Felix?”

“I’m back home, sweetheart”

Seungmin · • . ° .

He knew that it was a bad idea to dance in the rain with you. But he seriously couldn’t say no to your enlarged eyes, and your puckered lips, when you relentlessly begged. And as much as he would hate to admit it, the scene was so intimate.

With you in his arms, cold and soaked but emitting such a large amount of warmth, he wanted you forever, to spend his every last moment. He wished to keep you in his pocket, and every time he ponders upon it, his heart clenches in adoration.

You were just so adorably cute, everything you did was heart-wrenching. But of course, the fun never really lasted for long, because the next day, you were awoken with an angry fever flushing through your body and a heavy nose.

The aching through your body had penetrated your unconscious form as your groaning awakens the man next to you, his nose scrunching when he nuzzles into your neck, only to find it steaming hot. With sweat dampening on your face, your expression pulled into one of discomfort, it doesn’t take your boyfriend long to realize that you were sick–or rather the beginning of the illness.

Gentle hands, trace down your cheeks, dragging them to your chin which he takes into the pink of his fingers, his palm trying to shake you awake. Your cheeks were flushed from the heat that you were emitting, and Seungmin hated how easily you made him feel like he was back in Middle School again, watching you from afar, unable to look away. But now he has you in his arms and he grows a little sentimental at that, at how much you two have grown together, individually and with each other.

“Hey love, you’re running a fever” He whispers into your ear, successfully waking you while you turn over to capture his warmth, shivering against him. “I should’ve listened to you, you were right” You whimper, quietly begging him to not get up so he could get a few pills that could break your fever overnight, but he just giggles and stands up anyway, returning with the said medicine and a cup of water.

“I’m always right” You nod at his words, and he ponders if you even wrapped your pretty head around what he just said to you, but you were just so out of it, that you practically fell asleep sitting up (he coos a little)! Slipping the water into your mouth, he scolds you for acting like a baby, but he’s the one who slowly tucks you into bed again, letting you wrap yourself around him for your own comfort.

The night falls silent again and he’s left alone with his own thoughts again which are now occupied with various questions about you and that nasty sickness. Should he take a few days off to treat you? Yes, of course! Will it be spicy chicken soup for dinner tomorrow? Only if you want it.

Should he kiss you right now and potentially get sick with, you just because you just look so cute and he has to hold himself back, so he doesn’t take a fat bite out of your cheeks? The only acceptable answer would be, absolutely!

After all, it wouldn’t matter now, you were already all over him. Brushing his hands over your hair, he pulls him closer to your lips and places a sweetly dizzying kiss on your lips, taking all of you in, not letting you stir awake.

You were just so perfect even in your physically worst state. He places another and then another smooch over your supple mouth, nipping at your cheeks once in a while, slowly lulling him to sleep.

The next morning, his nose was stuffed, and his throat felt dry, but with you being the first person he sees when he opens his eyes–he might as feel cured.

Jeongin · • . ° .

He thinks that you’re the most gorgeous person he’s ever laid sights on. Even in your sweats and a worn-out t-shirt that he’s sure is his (it looks better on you anyway), you’re still shining like a star.

Yet you’re drunk right now, so you are personally not very sure about his claims, but he purely disagrees with you as he’s by your side, trying to stabilize you. A night out with your friends was the cause of your current situation, all wobbly and seeing dashing quarks that were filled with a multitude of bright colors.

Or maybe you were just seeing the pure, raw affection of love that you two shared. Being with Jeongin has always been colorful, bright, and wonderful. Every day with him felt like a dream that every so often, you would have to pinch yourself to make sure that you weren’t actually confined in the depths of your delusions. But as of now, you’re trapped under the heavy influence of alcohol that’s making you run into stop signs, wave hello’s to pass trees, and ask Jeongin if the moon was just a ball of cheese, all while he just giggled at you, his heart about to burst.

Teeth unable to stop clicking, you just ramble and ramble on with a nonsensical whim. Jeongin watches you endearingly, his palm ghosting over your waist, eyes looking at you with so much passion. An elderly couple strays not too far away from you two, both smiling at the heartfelt moment. With flickering lights above and the moon’s forgiving light beaming down as a spotlight, they stare at the worship that Jeongin held for you.

The love that he radiated towards you, his one and only sweetheart, could be felt streets down, as cats meow at the warmth and birds suddenly chirp at the two heartthrobs. And even through all that commotion on a silent street, all he could pay attention to was you. His stomach churns so clumsily and his heartbeat quickens when he thinks about how much you trust him to be by your side. How much you place yourself in the care of him as you physically lose yourself.

“Innie, I’m so tired!” You stomp like a grumpy child, leaning your head against his shoulder, slowly swaying to whatever hum you were breathing out. He wasn’t a man of words, preferring to speak using his actions so he does what he thinks is best without moving his mouth; he picks you up bridal style.

Gasping into his fit chest, it doesn’t take long for you to slowly daze to sleep, eyes fluttering close to the rhythm of his heartbeat. With you now in his arms, it doesn’t take long for him to maneuver both you and him home, accompanied by a few kisses to your face. Walking up the long winding steps and into your shared bedroom, he plops you down before he flops on, snuggling into your body as tightly as he can.

His mouth gaped open in relaxation, your fingers in his hair and softly scratching at his scalp (you must’ve woken up a bit earlier) but your eyes were still closed, enjoying the fullness of this moment. Slowly and steadily, you fall back into a rhythm of peace, while Jeongin finally lets himself take you in whole, sharp eyes following each dip in your face.

He sprinkles tiny kisses on your jaw and pulls himself up to your nose which he bites jokingly. And then he finally indulges in your lips, flushed and full when he leans down and captures you into one of his favorite pastimes; kissing you. But this time it’s more gentle and mushy, careful enough to not wake you up.

“My baby” He whines, smiling against you.

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𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐃

Peiring:: Bang Chan x Hwang Lily (You/Y/n)

!this has nothing to do with real people, only their character and appearance are taken from them, everything that is written is fiction and will never be reality!

complete angst, tears, pain, disappointment, cuts, detailed description. Narration from Lily's point of view (she takes Y/n's place because it's much more convenient to write this way, don't attack me 🙏🏻🙏🏻)

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He did not come again, although he promised so many times.Why didn't Chan come again?Again, again and again. It hurts. Why is he never around when you need him so much...why is he treated so badly, why have you always supported him, you've always been there, even before his debut...You were there at the turning points of Stray Kids and you were there when their popularity skyrocketed, but Chan couldn't say the same. Is it so stupid, maybe? He missed your solo debut, missed your first appearance on the podium, it was so painful. You needed him, you needed his warm smile and a few words of support, but where is he?Every time he fed you promises, every time he wrote short messages: "I'll be there," but never once did you see him in the audience, never once did you hear him talk about your performances.

(08.09.2023) You came home late again, it's Friday night, you were extremely tired and could only hope that Chan was already home. But your apartment with him is so dark and empty. It's so cold in here. You sigh heavily and go into the kitchen, turning on the light there. There was always a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers waiting for you in the kitchen. You're sick of them already.You don't like Lilies anymore.He always gave Lilies. You can feel his perfume around the bouquet, inhaling it with your full chest and deftly take your phone out of the pocket of knee length denim shorts. Suddenly, your hands are shaking, and nausea rises in your throat, you haven't eaten all day because you were invited as a guest to a fashionable event, you were there with Felix, who drove you to your apartment with Chan and brought you right to the apartment door, you were very grateful to Lix for the care. You start texting Chan without thinking:

Lily:Where are you? (10:36 pm)

My Channie❤️‍🩹:At work, Lily, I'm almost always at work! (11:09 pm)

Lily: Today is Friday...You finish earlier (11:10 pm)

My Channie❤️‍🩹:I'll be free in a few hours, go to bed without me (11:15 pm)

You didn't answer him, he wouldn't have read it anyway.He was never distracted while working. You irritably threw the phone on the table and pushed the vase, it rolled on the table, but not enough to break. You were angry at him, you were hurt and hurt, probably you can't do this anymore? You get up and go to the vase at the other end of the table, on a small piece of paper it says: "My beloved Lily", you push the vase from the edge of the table with a light movement of your hand, letting it break on the laminate in the kitchen, the fragments scattered everywhere, deafening the silence of the cold apartment. You are constantly looking at the fragments and the scattered Lilies, how in tune with Lilies and Lilies. An almost hysterical laugh escapes from your lips. The laughter of despair and pain that has been accumulating in you for a very long time.The pain from the shrapnel that injured your legs filled your heart. It was so morally painful, but when the fragments cut through the delicate skin, all the moral pain was transferred to the legs, the heart no longer hurts, it became easier.Pain relieves pain. You watch as scarlet blood flows down your legs, droplets fall on the petals of white lilies. Love is filled with blood. You take off your sweatshirt, remaining in a wide T-shirt, hanging it on the back of a chair and go to the bathroom to treat the wounds on your legs, smearing blood on your slender legs with your fingers.After a few minutes, you manage to gather your senses and you treat minor wounds, it's already half past eleven in the evening, there is still no Chan. No, you're not crying anymore, the tears stopped a few tantrums ago.Your soul is now in a dark and frightening void, you've wandered into the wrong place, girl. Your life was described by the phrase: "Did I miss you?No, only idlers get bored, and I always have a lot of work, you know...Sometimes, though...sometimes I cried, sometimes I winced in pain, as if knives were stabbing into my heart; sometimes I choked with pain, as if your beautiful hands were strangling me; sometimes I couldn't sleep at night, I imagined you; I don't eat practically, I want to become better for you...and so I didn't miss you, I just can't live without you."

Who were you kidding?You love him so much and even with all your desire you will never push him away, you are so weak. You're a fool, Lily.Tears did not come even with all the desire, from the effort to cry you coughed, lightly slapping your chest. After a few minutes, you will still get up and go to the kitchen, you wanted to eat. After dinner, you check your phone again. He didn't write. There's a picture of him on your phone's work screen, he's very handsome. You allow yourself a sad smile. It's already twelve o'clock at night, your bed with Chan is cold, it's cold without him, but you've already got used to it. You check your phone every thirty minutes, your heart is racing, and your mind is telling you to be silent, but is it possible to be silent when you are madly in love?

Lily: Good night Chan 🩷 (12:08 am)

My Channie ❤️‍🩹: Sweet dreams my love (12:47 am)

For a second it warms your soul, but the pain is not less, but only more. you fall asleep with your phone in your hands. What can be done about broken heart syndrome?How could you push away the person who became your world? How can you give up a man who has become your air and desire to live? You didn't know the answers to these questions, but you wanted to know so much. Even in your sleep, your thoughts did not leave you, it was too disturbing a night. By morning, your heart had already broken, tears engulfed you again, you were crying loudly, you couldn't do anything else. When you heard the sound of the door opening, you wiped the tears from your face, but your eyes betrayed you. One .two..Three seconds, the bedroom door opened. Chan was very surprised when he saw you not sleeping, but sitting on the bed with tear-stained eyes and a slightly reddened face from tears. You sobbed even louder at the sight of Chan and his tired appearance.

"What's wrong, Lily?" Chan sat down next to you, gently hugging your shoulders, "You happened," You say it almost unintelligibly, tears streaming down your face, "Chan, I'm tired...I'm tired of this attitude towards myself"

"I really don't understand what you're talking about, Honey..."

"How can you not understand? Do you remember my solo debut?" He nodded, "Do you remember my first appearance on the podium?" nod again, "How many times have I begged you to come, how many fucking times have I asked you for support...How many times have I needed you? Where have you been all these times, where have you been when I need you so much"

"Lily...You do realize that I have a job and I can't always–"

"But I could, right?I've been around every time, I've been around for more than five years! HOW MANY times HAVE I LITERALLY SPAT ON MY LIFE FOR YOU, HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I BEEN THERE WHEN YOU ASKED, I'VE BEEN TO ALL THE PERFORMANCES AND EVENTS...BUT FOR SOME REASON, WHEN I NEEDED YOU, I NEVER SAW YOU IN THE CROWD." You screamed, breaking out of his grip, tears choked your throat, you tried to shout over the pain. Chan was looking at you so sad and sad, and it came out of his mouth: "I'm sorry."

"Why do I need your forgiveness?"

"I will try my best for us" You glance at him as he pulls you against his chest, running his fingers through your hair. As much as you don't want to, you have to say this...

"From this moment on there is no more “we”, now there is me and there is you." You laid your head on his shoulder, it’s too painful to push him away when you love him more than life, he’s your everything, "I'm afraid to say this, but from now on we are not in a relationship." You looked at him with eyes full of pain, he was already crying.

"Please Lily...we can make things better...I promise to be better for you." He placed his hand on your cheek and you pressed your face into his palm. Lily, you really are an idiot. "No, Chan...we can't do this anymore, forgive me."

You kiss his forehead one last time before getting out of bed, taking things from your wardrobe to change into clothes. Chan says something to you, but you don’t hear. You take the already prepared backpack and bag with your most necessary things and look at the man for the last time, frozen on your lips: “Forgive me, Channie.”

He tells you, you don't hear again. You walk past the kitchen, where there are blood lilies on the floor, you feel sorry that you broke the vase. Sorry. You change clothes and leave. Perhaps this is the end of the story?

Separation erased everything, took away with it a part of yourself that remained only a small initially inconspicuous cloud of grief. My heart aches and screams, dripping with tears of inconsolable love. Loneliness filled the space around. The silence seemed to spread through the so quiet streets of morning Seoul, ringing with indifference and a bored chill. He is not there to support, hug and warm up for all the forgotten shortcomings. Instead, there are only broken hopes and regrets that enter into thoughts and offend the soul. thoughts wander in the darkness of the past. The beloved voice sounds in my head, but its warmth is annihilated by the walls of separation. He's not here, and even when you close your eyes in a delusional attempt to bring him back, he remains an unreachable ghost. His presence has moved into a world of fantasies and unfulfilled desires. I had to move on, I had to build a new life and learn to live without a Vat.

You moved into a new apartment, that apartment will stay for Chan. In a new place it is so lonely and empty, there is no more the security and love that was at the very beginning.

He misses you too. The same storm of emotions and bitter thoughts fluttered in his chest. Memories with her rest in a corner of his soul, causing the most difficult feelings. He wants to come back, be near her, feel her warmth on his skin and hear her laugh. But there remains only the sad realization that now all this is just an illusion, where there is no place for reality and general happiness. He ruined everything himself, and Lily deserves happiness, but happiness with him is impossible, he was not created to love. Despair gripped him. A great emptiness arises in his heart, which never ceases to pull at his soul. He cursed himself for every wrong word, every wrong step that had caused this devastating loss. He was banging his head against the wall, trying to figure out why he did what he did. He longed to take back everything they had and make her his again. Become close to my bones, I want you in my heart. In the corner of the room there is a photo album, well worn by time, reminiscent of the past, full of happiness and promises. But now the remaining pages seem to be just another confirmation of the illusory nature of happiness.Chan struggles with numb fingers, trying to rein in the strings of his heart. He swims in an ocean of lost moments and unsatisfied desires, trying to drown the meaninglessness of his pain. But every attempt to get rid of him drives him more and more into a corner, squeezing every cell of his body, opening a painful wound with every breath. It hurts, doesn't it? It was so bad without her. It's his fault.

Three months later.

You even try to move on with your life, you are so busy with work that there is no room for pain, but at night everything comes back. You don’t know how Chan is doing, but you know that SKZ had a comeback in November with the album “ROCK-STAR”, you even watched the video, you liked it. Sometimes you cross paths with members at fashion shows, you give each other glances, but you don’t dare speak. There were already rumors that someone had appeared at the chan, you weren’t surprised. You also tried to fall in love with someone, but the heart that loved Bang Christopher Chan protested.

One evening on New Year's Eve, you were preparing dinner for yourself. By the way, you got a dog who was still just a puppy. Zoey was happily running and yapping around you, and you were preparing dinner when notifications started pouring in on your phone.

Binnie:Lily, I know what's going on with you and Chan, but can you please come? (07:18 pm)

Lily: What's happened? (07:20 pm)

Binnie: Please come and find out everything. Just please come. (07:21 pm)

Your restless soul immediately sensed something was wrong. You turned off the stove and covered the pan with a lid, picked Zoey up and called a taxi. Leaving the puppy at home alone was a bad idea, so you went to the hens' dorm with her. Your heart was pounding, you didn't even really dress nicely.:A black turtleneck, over a black oversize T-shirt and black bell-bottomed jeans. You're in a mournful mood, Lily. You were in a taxi, it took about 20-30 minutes to go. Zoey was fidgeting on your lap and licking your hands.

Maybe something happened to Chan?Maybe it was just a joke? You swallowed and kept looking out the window. Lily, what are you doing? Going to the past is a terrible idea in advance. During these months, You have lived through many events.She tried to keep busy with work, chores and meetings with friends, but her heart remained empty without Chan. She dreamed of him every day, of his kindness, his smile and his hugs. But it's such a stupid thing to dream about someone who did this to you. You drove up to the dorm, Zoey was running ahead of you when you entered the cottage. A worried Jisung opened the door for you, and Zoey burst into the house.

"I'm sorry, Hanni, I couldn't leave her alone at home"

"Everything is great, Lily, come on in" Jisung let her into the house, there was a New Year's atmosphere, but something was wrong.

Hyunjin saw Zoey and immediately started playing with her. "You've finally arrived, Lils...we have a fucking circus here ," Hwang Hyunjin always spoke bluntly.

"What happened...Is this related to Chan?"

Changbin came down from the second floor, he was holding a tray in his hands.

"He gets sick and drinks whiskey, cries..." Changbin put the tray on the table and called Lily over to him.

"Lily...I understand that you broke up, but please go up and talk to him, make him sleep."

"I... I can't"

At that moment, three poor men were looking at you like a shrek cat. It seems that they are already tired of the Chan. You sighed heavily and went up to Chan's room. As soon as you went up to his room, the terrible smell of alcohol immediately hit your nose, you coughed and quietly walked around the cluttered room to open the window a little. You turned on the dim light and sat on the edge of the bed. There, wrapped in a blanket, lay Chan, who also smelled of alcohol, but also pills. His eyes were closed, but he was not asleep, he was as if in a delirium. He was lying on his back, sweat was running down his face, he was frowning and mumbling. You shook your head and went into the bathroom to soak a towel in cold water and wipe Chan's face. When you ran a wet towel over his face, he barely said clearly:"Bin, go away...I don't need help....me..I don't want to live"

You clenched your jaw, you wanted to cry or hit him, he was a fool. You looked at his pale face, brushed his black curly hair from his forehead, barely running your fingers over his face. You wiped his face, neck, and a little bit of his shoulders. His eyes snapped open and he started crying, you didn't know what to do. He probably doesn't even know that you're sitting here.

"It hurts so much, Bin...It's like I'm dead." He closed his eyes again, and you put a cold towel on his forehead.

You got up and started cleaning his room a little bit, threw out all the alcohol, all the garbage and put things in their places. Your heart ached with pain, how stupid everything is. Chan groaned hollowly, and you sat back down on his bed. You put the necessary medications and pills that Changbin brought earlier on the nightstand by the bed. Chan had a fever, so why was he drinking that damn alcohol...why is Chan treating himself like that?

"Go to sleep, Channie, you need to sleep," You said it softly and tenderly, your voice has not been like this for a long time. Chan immediately opened his eyes and raised his head as soon as he heard your voice.

"Oh...I hear your voice...how I missed it" You placed Chan's head back on the pillow. Chan really didn’t realize you were sitting next to him. Happiness is not for us.

"Life without Lily is like hell, I blame myself so much... as if I had committed murder, when she left, I stopped living, I am literally surviving. It’s so difficult without her... but it’s my own fault... I gave her hidden gifts, but it wasn’t enough.” While he whispered through his delirium, you frowned, you didn’t understand what hidden gifts he was talking about. You stroked his head and whispered: “Chan, you need to take a pill.”

He was now truly back to consciousness.

"Lily...god...why are you here?" His eyes filled with tears again and you handed him a glass of water and a pill.

He drank obediently, but still looked at you absolutely normally.

"Don't look like that...Changbin asked to come"

his hands reached out to you, and you grabbed his hands and squeezed them in yours, silently urging him to lie back on the pillows.

"I'm sorry..forgive me...I'm so guilty."

"I tried to compensate for my absence with gifts and meetings that you dreamed of, but this was not enough... I understand, I'm sorry."

The puzzle is complete in your head, it seems you understand everything. He literally did what you wanted, and there was always a bouquet of Lilies because you said you loved Lilies. Lily loves Lily, sweet. He arranged a meeting for you with Donatella Versace, invited you to closed events, gave you the most expensive gifts, but could not be there. You never knew who the gifts were from. Chan even wrote songs for you, but you often forgot to listen to them. So who's bad now? Tears appeared in your eyes, you barely audibly whispered: “I’m sorry...”

He smiled faintly, a smile gracing his sickly face. He pulled you so that you collapsed next to him, your head falling on his shoulder.

"I promise to do better, I promise to be the best for you...just don't leave, please." Chan whispered this with all his might

"Do you really think we can do it?"

"We've missed a lot in five years... but we'll fix everything together, I'll never leave or hurt you again."

""I'm afraid we'll destroy each other...it's like we're incompatible."

"Lily, you are my soul and my love, you are literally all there is...you are my world."

"pain makes us stronger" Lily exhaled and snuggled closer to Chan. It was so strange, but you missed his warmth. You missed me terribly.

"I'm terrible too... I was just afraid, forgive me, forgive me"

Instead of answering, Chan's soft lips touched her forehead. she pressed her cheek to his chest. Chan began to fall asleep when Lily whispered "I still love you, Bang Christopher Chan."

Words of sincere affection filled the room. They spent New Year's Eve sleeping in each other's arms. Perhaps things will be much better next? Perhaps all this suffering will bring redemption?

It may be so stupid to give a chance to something that has ended... but love has not ended, your love for this man will never pass, it’s like a disease has taken over you. You are my first love syndrome.

"You are my last love and last love syndrome, Bang Christopher Chan."–"You are doomed to love me, Hwang Lily."

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Dense.

Y/n x Bang Chan

Fem!reader

angst.

TW- mention of food.

part 2

"Chris" you called out for the hundred time opening the door to the bedroom. "can you please come and eat dinner, you've been at it for hours on end." He groaned and turned his swivel chair round to look at you. His face scrunched in annoyance and his fingers massaging his temples.

"I. said. that. I'm. not. hungry. y/n." he said as if it were the worst thing to reply to you. "Chris, you have to eat, how many times must I tell you that. You need food in your system. What you're doing, its unhealthy." He removed his headphones chucking them onto his table causing you to flinch.

"Exactly y/n." He said losing every ounce of patience. "How many fucking times are you going to tell me that. If you told me before and I gave you an answer couldn't you just take a hint goddammit. It's like you're so fucking dense nothing gets through that thick skull of yours. Y/n. Do you have to be up my ass the entire day I'm at home?....and you wonder why I'm at the studio so often. "

He huffed out the last bit but you heard him loud and clear. His words were like daggers to your heart. Your grip on the door handle loosened and you stepped back. Without thinking you shut the room door, grabbing your purse and your keys. You looked at the dinner table that you had set hours ealier for dinner. Now cold. You sighed. "I'll get out of your ass. You dickhead." you mumbled leaving your shared apartment, your heart heavy as tears threatened to fall. A lump in your throat and a heavy weight on your heart.

Hours later Chris sighed, standing up to make a cup of coffee. He opened the room door. The apartment filled with silence. Chris frowned. He walked to the kitchen, stopping when he saw the table. Food set out neatly into plates. His favourite home cooked meal. Cold. He looked around the lounge. Where did you go? Keys gone. Coat gone. He immediately went to check the bathroom. Then the spare bedroom. Gone.

Panic began to rise in him. He looked at the clock. 2:55 am. He went back into the bedroom, grabbing his phone repeatedly calling you. His hands shook. No. no. no. Surely you didn't take him that seriously. Right? He inhaled and exhaled trying to stay calm. She'll be fine. She's going to be okay. Everything's okay Chris.

He was scared. He didn't mean it. He really didn't mean it. Your presence didn't annoy him. In fact without you there he wouldn't be able to function really. Yes he stays at the studio for long periods of time. But the pictures of you that he stuck to his computer is what comforts him. When he has too much work to do and when he feels like his drowning. The spare bottle of perfume, your perfume that he keeps in his backpack. The scent that reminds him of you, thats what keeps him grounded.

He sniffled. What if you didn't come back. And it was all his fault. He couldn't hold his tongue. He just had to ruin everything. I hurt her. "The number you have dailed is not available please try-" He groaned. "Please please please" He chanted as he texted you. "I'm so sorry." He cried.

The door opened and you walked in, throwing your keys in the dish. You sighed. Chris ran out of the room and pulled you into a hug. "Y/n. Y/n. Y/n." He cried. You pushed yourself out of his hold. "The fuck Chris." He flinched and sniffled. "I'm so so so fucking sorry." You sighed. "As you should be." You mumbled walking to your bedroom. "Y/n please can we talk." You paused turning around. "Please give me space. We can talk in the morning. I don't wanna see you right now." Your throat tightened and you bit your lip holding in your tears.

You walked into the room closing the door behind you. Chris sat down at the table, shoulders slumped and tasted some of the food. Tears rolling down his cheeks. Its delicious. He choked out a sob. Sniffling and eating quietly. I didn't mean to hurt you. I promise I'll be better. I need to be better. I need to be better for her. I can't lose you y/n.

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I Can't Lose You

Warnings: Ok... this is gonna be a long one. Cursing, Lying, pain really... as far as the eye can see. Panic attacks. There is also another warning that I really wanna give but it'll also give a big part away.

Pairing: ? xReader (Another spoiler come on!)

Characters: All of the Stray Kids, OC Soo, Reader

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Things started off small, a missed call here, and a late text there. Then, they started to get more sporadic… More suspicious. Most of all, it’s in his eyes. When he’d see the dinner made and packed in the fridge for him. The laundry and dishes done, you passed out on the couch, waiting for him to come home. You didn’t see it, but his face had guilt written all over it.

You weren’t blind. You saw the lipstick on his collar, and the scent on his clothes. The times that you kept saying, “I know you’re busy” and pecking him on his lips, despite the perfume attacking your senses.

You figured one of his sister idols hugged him, that’s how it transferred, yeah, that was a comfy thought. It even made complete sense since hugs were a must.

It was your 3rd anniversary, you had everything planned. All that you asked of him was to show up at said place at said time. That’s quite literally it. You had been planning this for months, even going as far as talking his manager into giving him one weekend off… just one. You also asked him what you could do to make his life just slightly easier.

Now here you are… alone… at said place at said time. Texting. Calling. No answer. 10 minutes turned into 20 minutes, 20 to 40, 40 to an hour and a half. You sit here on the verge of tears, calling the only person you could.

“Hey Y/N why are you calling? Is everything okay?” Minho asked.

“He never showed,” You started crying as you mindlessly picked the petals off of the roses on the table, staring at the card you had gotten him.

“He’s your husband, what do you mean he didn’t show?!” He yelled.

You heard in the background, “WHAT?!” there was no mistaking that voice, it was Changbin.

Then you heard the phone being snatched.

“Y/N where are you? I’m coming to get you.”

You gave him the address as you tried your best to breathe. You had taken a cab here and nothing is more awkward than breaking down in the back of an Uber. About 20 minutes later you heard Bin behind you.

“Y/N?” He asked so gently like you’d break… But you already have.

You looked at him, not knowing what to say. “Your best friend’s been lying to me?”... No. You elected to just say, “I don’t know where to go.” because it’s true. You had no clue where to go.

Binnie smiled at you. A sad, empathetic, whisper of a smile as he said “Let’s start with home, yeah?” He asked.

You nodded, grabbed the card off of the table, and off you went.

You had asked the guys to give you guys alone time in the dorm, so everyone was scattered through the city. Bin just happened to be at the Danceracha house when you called.

You had no clue, but before Bin had even gotten in his car to get you. He texted everyone to meet at the 3Racha house, but NOT to go in before Bin made it to the house with you. He could tell by the look on your face that something was very wrong, and you’d need all of the support you could get.

When everyone was there, you unlocked the door and Bin was the first to go in. Immediately his jaw dropped as he hung his head. When you came in you heard it.

Moaning… loud moaning. You looked at the floor near the front door, seeing a pair of heels you didn’t recognize. You welcomed the boys in with a pointer finger to your lips. Everyone quietly came in as you toed off your heels, eventually sitting on the couch.

You as well as the boys heard everything… The “I love you” s, the “Feel so much better than her” and finally the nail in the coffin, “I can’t wait to leave her.”

Everyone’s jaws were on the floor at what he was saying and at your reaction to them. You just stared at the wedding photo hanging on the mantle. The thought of losing the boys paralyzing you with fear.

He continued, “never wanted her…only you… always you,” then, “m’close Baby.” You couldn’t even look at the boys. It wasn’t embarrassing, after all, you aren’t the one cheating on your husband with someone while he’s waiting to celebrate your anniversary.

You couldn’t look because of the overwhelming sadness. It was numbing, aching, sadness.

Another thing you could say is that you should’ve seen it coming. Some of his most popular songs have lyrics about someone else catching his eye.

You can hear his moans getting louder, that's a sign that he’s close so you put the card down, get up, and walk down the hallway. You look at the door that used to mean serenity and happiness, now colored a nauseating dark and gloomy gray.

You open the door and walk in. You see them, your husband and your best friend, writhing around on the bed as they both reach their highs together. You couldn’t find it in you to cry. Not even a little.

Finally, your husband rolled off of her, giggling and enjoying the high.

The only one who noticed you were there was your best friend, Soo, who has been your friend since you moved here 6 years ago, so you could be closer to the boys. When she saw you, her face turned ghost-white…

You just put your wedding band on the dresser drawer.

“Fuck you’re so much better than her.” he breathed out… When she didn’t respond, he opened his eyes. The pure chocolate orbs scanned you and wished, just like you, that this was a nightmare.

“Y/N/N” he breathed, you could see the weight on his shoulders as he threw his head back onto the pillow, putting his hands to his face, knowing that he was caught.

“Soo… you have 3 minutes to get dressed and to get the FUCK out of MY HOUSE…” You gritted your teeth as you threw her clothing at her.

As soon as she left you turned your full attention to your husband.

You calmly started changing clothes, taking off the skin-tight black dress that you knew would do something to him (Well thought you knew, rather). You didn’t face him as you changed, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing your body. Halfway through pulling down the dress you grabbed a big sweatshirt and put it on, so when the rest of the dress slid off, He’d never see a thing. You put on sweatpants afterward.

In your mind, you already know. The last time he will ever see your body was 3 days ago. When you both took a shower together.

During all of this, he was frozen. You see, when your relationship started you told him, you don’t tolerate cheaters. He knows that and that you are pissed, and rightfully so, but he is also terrified of losing you. As a matter of fact, at this point, that is the only thing he is thinking about. He can’t lose you.

After you changed you started with, “How long?”

“Y/N/N I..”

“HOW LONG?” You barked. Your voice taking a stern and powerful tone.

“Physically, 2 months. Emotionally, almost a year.” His face fell.

“Do you remember what today is?”

“What?”

“Do you remember what today is?” you asked in a docile tone as you took off your earrings, ones he had gotten for your first anniversary.

He checked his phone and cursed under his breath, “Baby I--”

That was when you lost it, “YOU DON’T GET TO CALL ME THAT! NOT AFTER YOU SAID IT OVER AND OVER TO HER WHILE YOU WERE FUCKING HER IN OUR BED! IN OUR HOME!”

You tried to stop it from boiling over, but you couldn’t help it when visceral sobs left your throat. You grabbed a duffel bag out of the corner of the room, trying to do your best not to completely collapse.

“Y/N, what are you doing, talk to me.” He finally got up and put some sweats on. “I know you’re hurting.”

You yelled, “This is beyond hurt!…”, Then your voice cracked as your volume plummeted, sounding and looking so small as you continued, “You have no fucking idea what you just did.”

You started hyperventilating at the gravity of his shitty decisions and the effect it will have on your life. You needed to get away from him. You stumbled out of the room and into the hallway. You couldn’t even call out to Hannie, too close to passing out from hyperventilation.

Hannie’s ears perked up, your raspy and rapid breathing meant that you were hyperventilating. The next second he’s running to you.

“Hey hey hey Y/N/N. You need to breathe honey, come with me.” He immediately supported your body, halting all possibility of you diving face first into the floor if you do pass out. Then he essentially dragged you back to where you were sitting.

You grabbed the card and held it to your chest as Han kneeled in between your legs. He was trying to get you to focus on your breathing and to focus on him, to ground yourself.

As much as you wanted to focus on Han, you couldn’t help but look at that damn photo on the mantle. You wanted that photo so badly to be true again. You couldn’t help the sobs that came out of your mouth as you hugged the card to yourself.

When your husband, Chan, finally made his way to the living room he saw everyone there and his face turned nearly colorless. Everyone stared at him except for Han and Bin, who were worried about you more than anything.

“You don’t understand” and “he doesn’t understand” were all you could repeat as you wept. Rocking back and forth, because no one really could understand, the gravity of what he has been doing.

Bin tried getting through to you by saying, “Help us understand Y/N/N.” You handed him the card as you continued sobbing, consumed by the sheer pain of what Chan’s done.

Bin opened the card and his face went from confusion to rage-filled, his features reminding Han of hardened steel. Unwavering, strong, and in this case, pissed off.

Bin tried to sound as calm as he could, for your sake, as he said, “Hannie, put together an overnight bag for Y/N, don’t forget anything. Innah, take her to my car… she needs to calm down if not we have to go to the hospital.”

As soon as he heard the car door slam, he went off.

“You know out of all of the people I could ever conceive doing this, you would be the last of them!”

“Bin” Chan tried to say something but Changbin cut him off.

“NO! YOU DON’T GET A SAY HERE, CHRIS! YOU FUCKED UP ROYALLY AND NOW YOU DESTROYED YOUR FAMILY!” Bin was visibly shaking with rage as he walked up to Chan. Tears were starting to form in his eyes.

LeeKnow looked visibly confused as he looked to Bin, “What are you talking about?”

Bin threw the content of the card at Chan’s feet.

Chan looked at what the card had in it, it was unmistakable.

Bin sounded broken as he responded, “Y/N is pregnant.”.

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imoosgnaj · 2 months

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( 🎞�� ) /// Soomi in stray kids Megaverse music video

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"큰 대야를 준비해 그릇이 작으면 넘쳐흘러 감동의 눈물" ( Hyunjin → Soomi )

"We make the rules, nobody can hold me yeah" ( Lee Know → Soomi )

"Speechless, wordless 입 벌린 채 눈 둘 곳 없어" ( Seungmin & I.N → Soomi )

Outfits

Taglist: @mynameisnotlaura @hyunmikim

Layout inspired by: @skz-bibi

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bbgnyx · 4 months

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Hey bbg this is my first time on ur profile and I’ve never read any of ur works but I saw ur rqs r open so I’d like to request a Han smut 😼😼😼 idk why but I’m like in love w dry humping so like dom han but like make him whimper and stuff AND GRUELING DETAIL OF HOW GOOD HE FEELS but ples don’t make reader Dom make her sub🙏 (this is my first time requesting so ignore the fact this is super long and I’m rambling) TY IF U USE THIS RQ

a/n: hey anon, thanks for visiting my profile and thanks for this request! i'd appreciate it if you check out my other works aswell, hope you like thiss

genre: smut

warnings: 18+, dry humping, use of babe, baby, hickeys, suggestive at the end, dom!jisung

Jisung had just arrived home from practice, his body glistening with sweat and his muscles tense. The sight of him made your heart race with desire. He suggested a movie night, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of spending intimate time with your boyfriend after what felt like an eternity. As the clock struck 11 pm, you switched on the movie, only to find out that Jisung had chosen a horror film. You weren't particularly fond of scary movies, but you agreed to watch it anyway because it made him happy.

Both of you settled comfortably on the couch with some snacks. As the movie progressed, Jisung noticed your discomfort and patted his lap. "Babe, come here. I'll protect you from the monsters," he chuckled, pulling you onto his lap. Nestling into his embrace, his warm breath caressing your neck, you felt an intoxicating sense of security.

Halfway into the movie, a particularly scary scene causes you to jump. You feel your boyfriend’s grip on you tighten and you assume he’s doing it as reassurance. Another jump scare startled you, causing your body to jolt. This time, however, you heard a deep, primal grunt escape from Jisung's lips. "Stop moving," he commanded, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "I can't help it," you murmured, fully aware of the effect your movements were having on him. Feeling mischievous, you continued to shift beneath the covers, purposefully teasing him further. His breath hitched in his throat as he whispered, his voice dripping with desire, "Hmm, what is my baby doing? I told you to stop moving, but it seems like you're craving punishment, darling." His words sent shivers down your spine, your core throbbing with anticipation and desire.

You passionately lock lips with him, your hands eagerly fumbling with the buckle of his jeans. However, he stops you abruptly. "You won't get a taste of my throbbing cock until you prove to me just how good of a girl you can be by cumming solely from grinding on my jeans, baby," he whispers seductively while sensually sucking on your neck, leaving behind a trail of dark, passionate marks. His words send shivers down your spine, intensifying your desire as you slowly begin to move against his clothed erection, the rough fabric teasing your sensitive spots and leaving you yearning for more. With each thrust, you pick up the pace, continuing to dry hump him with fervor. He wraps his strong hands around your body, guiding your movements with expertise. However, the sounds that follow are not what you anticipated.

You hear your boyfriend emit a soft moan, not just any moan, but a delicate whimper. You're taken aback by the sight of your usual dominant boyfriend succumbing to such submissive sounds. This revelation only heightens your arousal, causing you to grind against him even harder, desperately seeking your own release and craving more of those sinful sounds from Jisung. "Oh, fuck," he moans under his breath, hoping you didn't catch on, but you did. The knowledge that your boyfriend is experiencing the same euphoria as you fills you with an intoxicating sense of pleasure. You maintain your rhythm, relishing in the sweet whimpers escaping your boyfriend's lips, until finally, you reach the pinnacle of ecstasy. A small cry escapes your mouth as you climax, your panties drenched with your arousal and liquids.

Jisung's head is thrown back, his eyes filled with desire. "Damn, that was mind-blowing. Maybe I should punish you more often, baby," he says, his voice dripping with lust. You can't help but smirk, wanting to tease him about his moans, but you decide against it, not wanting to provoke his anger. "Now, can I have your throbbing cock, please?" you plead, pouting your lips seductively. Jisung chuckles, his voice low and husky, "How can I resist when you've been such a naughty little vixen?"

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arikazu · 23 days

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friends with hook-ups| Felix

chapter 2

Plot : where some friends with benefits relationship with a famous idol leads to an accidental pregnancy and worse thing he is your bias Felix from stray kids!

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sugawhaaa · 10 months

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STRAY KIDS REACTION

You tell them your hypersexual

Pairing::ot8 x fem!hypersexual!reader

Warnings::suggestive/nothing really happens just talk of some sex

A/N:: so today is my birthday and I wanted to write smth kinda special for it and it hit me. I'm hypersexual and I can NEVER find fanfics with hypersexual readers. Maybe I'm just stoopid but I can't find any 😭😭😭

☎️Bangchan☎️

you sat in between chan's legs as you played video games together. He softly patted your head as you shared information about your games to each other. There was then a moment of silence. This was the perfect time to tell him what was on your mind.

After a year of dating bangchan you still haven't told him you're in fact hypersexual and it will definitely affect your relationship further. You took a deep breath and started to speak but bangchan had the same idea. You both started talking at the same time and both stopped at the same time. Chan giggled before telling you to "Go ahead," but you refused. "Go on, you know you can tell me anything baby," he said, kissing your head.

"It's just kind of…serious. It'd ruin the cute moment." You chuckled awkwardly.

"No dear, if you want to tell me, tell me. I'll always listen to you dear." He said with another kiss to your head. His words made your heart melt.

"Okay," you said before taking a deep breath. "I'm hypersexual…" you awaited a response from him.

"Really?" He said in his Australian accent and you nodded. "Wow, I had no idea," he giggled and you chuckled shyly. "Let me know if you ever need help um," he cleared his throat "feeling relief," he said before laughing lightly and you laughed too. "But seriously whatever you need I will help you with." He said before he snuggled his nose in the crevasse of your neck making you laugh.

🌸Lee Know🌸

"Minho," you called out his name as he practiced dancing in the dance room at the JYP building.

"Yes?" He said as he took a break to get some water and sit down.

"Can I tell you something really important…" you said as you squeezed your thighs together.

"Yeah, go for it," he said before he slurped water out of his straw.

"But take it seriously,"

"I will, I will." He reassured you as he scooted closer to you. Putting his hand on your thigh to rub it comfortingly.

"I'm hypersexual." You stated and he choked on his water. He looked up at you with wide eyes.

"Really?" Minho said as he wiped up some of the mess he made with his water. You nodded anxiously. "Are you telling me this because you're horny right now?" He said inching closer.

"W-what no!" You did not expect him to say that. He then pinned you to the floor with force.

"Don't lie~" he cooed as his lips went to your shoulder. "Your always horny for me~"

🌹Changbin🌹

"Changbin? Can I talk to you for a minute?" You said as Changbin came around the corner of the kitchen.

"Sure, what's up?" He said, setting the popcorn down on the table in front of you. He sat down next to you and felt your energy move to himself. "What's wrong sweetie? You look upset!" He said calmly as he rubbed your back.

"It's kinda stupid but-"

"No, no, nothing is stupid. If it's making you feel like this then it's Hella important to me." He stated firmly making you smile. He was like your knight in shining Armour. Always protecting you and making you feel safe.

"I'm hypersexual."

His jaw dropped into an O shape and his eyes widened. "Oh?" He thought about what you said. "We haven't even had actual sex yet?"

"Not so loud! The members are still awake!" You said covering his mouth.

"Sorry," he said before bringing his own hand to his mouth. You released your tense hands off of his mouth. "Alright, the movie can wait. Tell me everything. How does it work? How is it different from being turned on all the time? Can something trigger it? Tell me it all."

💫Hyunjin💫

You lay in Hyunjins arms after just having sex. He had been saying how much he loves you for the past, at least 20 minutes but you had yet to reply.

"Is something wrong baby?" He said before kissing your forehead and looking you in the eyes.

"I feel guilty," you said looking down, away from his eyes.

"Why?" He said innocently as he looked up at you.

"I suppose I should've told you this sooner…" you mumbled to yourself as his eyes looked at you with worry. "I'm hypersexual." You stated as you awaited an answer.

"What does that mean," he said blankly and you giggled. The energy in the room changed with such a simple reply.

"It's hard to explain with words. It's basically an uncontrollable urge to have sexual contact more than the average person and it affects you physically and mentally,"

He seemed quite intrigued by your explanation.

"Interesting…" he thought to himself "is it genetic?" He asked.

"There is not too much research on the disorder but some professionals believe it could be related or make you more prone to getting it," you explained further.

"So you don't just have it when you're born?" He seemed confused and you giggled at his expression.

"Nope, it's developed through many different things, sexually related trauma, depression, BPD, ADHD, anxiety, so on,"

Hyunjin kept asking you more and more questions to be sure he understood everything you were going through.

"I'm so happy we can talk about things like this," he smiled warmly at you as his hands played with your hair. "I love you," he said softly.

"Love you too," you said in a sleepy voice.

💋Han💋

Han held you in his arms as he peppered kisses all over your cheek but in doing so he hit one spot of your neck that was extra sensitive and you let out a croaked moan. Jisung stopped and looked up at you in shock while you just covered your face in humiliation.

"Did you like that?" He chuckled but you didn't reply. You just kept your face buried in your hands. "Babe? Is something wrong?" He said gently grasping your wrist.

"I always feel so guilty." You uttered out and Han looked at you with confusion.

"Guilty about what?" He said as he set his chin on your shoulder.

"I'm hypersexual and I just couldn't find the right time to tell you. I keep asking for you to finger me, give me oral, everything and I just feel bad for constantly turning every moment with you into sex." You confessed and Jisung was shocked.

"You never told me you were hypersexual all this time?" He said as he rubbed your arm.

"Yeah…" you sighed.

"Babe it's okay! I really don't mind, whatever my baby needs alright?" He said now stradling you and you nodded your head in response. "You have a disorder and there's not really anything you can do about it, so just relax. Whenever you want me I'm here,"

🍬Felix🍬

You and Felix had been talking about fun facts about yourselves for the past at least hour. Funny stories, facts about your parents, scars you have etc and during this entire chat you wanted to tell him you were hypersexual. See the problem is, you have no idea how he'll reply. You decided to suck it up and tell him. After he finished your story you mumbled out "Felix?"

He looked up at you with some concern considering your tone of voice "yes?" Yongbok said as he leaned closer to you with those big doe eyes of his.

"I have something kind of important to tell you," you said as you crossed your legs and faced Felix on the couch.

"O-Okay…" he seemed kind of nervous. Based on the look in his eyes he seemed to be thinking that he did something to upset you.

You took a deep breath and confessed "I'm hypersexual."

He stared back at you before a great sigh escaped his lips. "Thank god," Felix put his hand up to his chest and threw his head back. You looked at him in confusion.

"You do know hypersexuality is a disorder right?" You giggled lightly. His behavior changed the mood in the room immensely.

"Yes but I thought I did something wrong!" He shouted, making you both laugh. "But seriously it's fine. Whenever, whatever you need me I'm here," he smiled before tackling you in tickles.

✨️Seungmin✨️

"What time is it?" Seungmin questioned as he rolled over to face you. You and Seungmin had just binge watched a K-drama together and now that you're in bed neither of you can catch a wink of sleep.

"9:13" you replied and rolled over to face him. You gently pushed back his hair to look at his face fully. You placed a kiss on his forehead and in return he gave you a little :> smile.

You giggled and he asked "what? What'd I do?"

"You're just so cute," you said, pinching his cheeks softly and he grumbled. You crawled over to him and wrapped your body around his like a koala on a tree. He seemed a little shocked at your sudden movement but he snuggled right back into you, burying his face just below your shoulder. "Seungmin," you called out his name softly in the blue lit room.

"Yes baby?" He hummed.

"I know now isn't the best time but, can I tell you something?" You said as you cling to him tighter.

"Sure," he seemed unfazed, he usually is when it comes to serious talk. He takes you seriously but he just keeps a poker face 90% of the time.

"I'm hypersexual…" you said awkwardly.

"What does that mean," he chuckled a little and you giggled back and let him go to look him in the eyes.

"It's a disorder that affects me mentally and physically. It essentially makes me uncontrollably horny a lot of the time and can be triggered by the simplest of things." You explained a little shyly.

"Oh…is it painful at all?" He asked seemingly very curious.

"Kind of, you know how it feels to be edged? Like you're just about to cum and then your partner stops?" You tried to give him a good example to imagine.

"Yes. Unfortunately I do know thanks to you-"

"Haha," you fake laughed, "picture feeling like that all the time. That's how I feel," you attempted to explain.

"Oh…that's difficult." He thought to himself.

"Yeah it's frustrating," you laughed.

"I feel bad for you…" He said biting the inside of his cheek and you just shrugged. "I'll never tease you again. Anytime you want, notify me and I'll assist you,"

🧋I.N 🧋

You sat in your bath relaxing with some calming music and reading. Recently you found this new series and it's got you hooked. You peacefully watched the words dancing among the pages as the fresh scent of bubble bath filled your senses. Suddenly you heard the door swing open.

"Um hello?" You called out into the bathroom. A frightened Jeongin replied "so I may or may not have looked through your diary…" he said really fast.

"What!" You said slamming your book down.

"But that's not what's important. I found one page that said you were hypersexual!" He panicked in a cracked voice. "Do you have an STD!!!" He shouted.

"What!? Jeongin, what are you talking about?" You laughed hysterically. He opened the curtain or your bathtub to reveal his pale face.

"Did I give you an STD!?" He wailed and you laughed at him. Out of breath you hushed him.

"No, no what ever gave you that idea?" You laughed.

"The members said it was an STD!" He said pointing to your diary that was wide open.

"No, Jeongin, they're teasing you." You said with a wave of your hand.

"What…" he said with a dumbfounded expression.

"Hypersexual is a disorder I have," you chuckled as you heard the members outside the door giggling. Jeongin spun around to look at them.

"You little-!" He growled at them as they came around the corner. A mischievous collab of Lee know, Han, and Hyunjin. That's when Jeongin realized they could see your naked figure and covered you with his body. "Get out!" He shouted with a voice Crack and a red face.

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valkyrieeeee · 2 days

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You have surgery | Han Jisung

ᑉ³pairing; Boyfriend! Han Jisung x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Sickfic, Comfort, Fluff,

ᑉ³warnings; Wisdom tooth removal, dentist, Anesthesia, amnesia

ᑉ³Authors Note; Other members coming soon! Based on a true story (me!) Edited!

As the nurse administers the anesthesia, you squeeze the hand you're holding tightly, drawing strength from their steady grip. You feel a cool sensation spreading through your veins as the anesthesia takes effect, gradually enveloping you in a blanket of warmth and tranquility.

A wave of anxiety washes over you, but it feels distant, muffled by the encroaching haze of unconsciousness. Your palms grow clammy, and your breath comes in short, shallow gasps. He reaches out, His touch is barely perceptible, a faint brush against your cheek. His whispered words of encouragement are like echoes from a far-off place, reaching you through layers of fog.

"Hey, you've got this," he murmurs softly, his voice fading into the recesses of your mind. "I know you're scared, but you're the bravest person I know. I'll be right here when you wake up, holding your hand okay?" His words cling to your consciousness like a passing dream.

With one final breath, you faintly hear the words "I love you" as you close your eyes, letting go of your fears and surrendering to the gentle embrace of unconsciousness.

As consciousness slowly returns, you find yourself floating in a hazy fog, your senses dulled by the lingering effects of anesthesia. Your eyelids flutter open, revealing a dimly lit room swirling with shadows and blurred shapes.

Confusion washes over you as you struggle to make sense of your surroundings. The faces that hover at the edge of your vision are unfamiliar, their features distorted and indistinct.

Panic begins to rise within you, a knot of fear tightening in your chest as you search desperately for something familiar. Your heart races in your chest, each beat echoing in your ears as panic tightens its grip around your throat.

You try to push through the fog, to grasp onto fleeting fragments of memory that slip through your fingers like grains of sand. But the harder you try, the more elusive they become, slipping further and further beyond your reach.

Desperation claws at the edges of your consciousness, urging you to flee, to escape this nightmare world of shadows and uncertainty. But where can you run when you don't even know where you are?

And then, amidst the chaos of your mind, a voice breaks through the fog, a soft whisper that cuts through the darkness like a beacon of light.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," his voice trembles slightly, gentle yet filled with love. "It's me, Jisung. How are you feeling" he asks softly, his tone laced with a mixture of hope and fear.

"Who are you?" you manage to croak, your voice trembling with confusion and fear. The name 'Jisung' means nothing to you in this moment of disorientation.

A flicker of sadness passes through his eyes, but he quickly masks it with a reassuring smile, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm Jisung," he repeats gently, his voice tender yet tinged with a hint of disappointment. "Your boyfriend. Do you remember? We've been together for a few years now."

You blink, trying to process his words, but the fog in your mind refuses to dissipate. "I'm sorry," you whisper, your heart heavy with guilt. "I don't remember."

Jisung's expression softens, sadness passing through his eyes once again , but he remains silent, his concern evident in the gentle squeeze of your hand. As you slowly regain awareness, you find yourself in a dimly lit room, the faint scent of antiseptic lingering in the air.

Your gaze sweeps the unfamiliar surroundings, confusion clouding your thoughts. "Where am I?" you murmur, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

"In the hospital," Jisung replies, his tone gentle yet urgent, his words a beacon of reassurance amidst the fog of confusion. "You had your wisdom teeth removed, but you're all done now. Everything's going to be okay," he adds, his voice laced with a desperate plea for recognition, his eyes searching yours for any sign of comprehension.

"Maybe going for a walk might jog your memory," the nurse suggests as she walks into the room, her voice a gentle interruption in the stillness.

You try to sit up, only to realize you're cocooned in warmth, covered in two blankets and a coat. "What's all this?" you say, puzzled by the unexpected comfort.

"You got cold, and I didn't know what to do. I couldn't see you tremble, so I tried to cover you as much as possible," Jisung explains, a slight tremor in his voice betraying his concern as he gestures to his coat draped over you.

With the help of Jisung and the nurse, you slowly stand and begin to shuffle around the hospital corridors, the steady rhythm of your footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. As you move, the motion seems to stir something within you, coaxing snippets of memories to resurface from the depths of your mind. With each step, the fog of confusion begins to lift, replaced by a growing sense of clarity.

And then, like a dam breaking, the first clear memory floods back, washing over you in a rush of recognition.

You pause mid-step, a look of realization dawning on your face.

"BBama," you murmur, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I remember BBama."

Jisung's expression changes, a mix of surprise and mild disappointment crossing his features before he quickly masks it with a forced smile. "Yeah, BBama," he replies, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "He's a good boy."

You sense a shift in his demeanor, a subtle tension in the way he grips your hand a little tighter. Guilt washes over you as you realize the impact of your words, the inadvertent reminder of your forgotten memories hitting Jisung harder than you expected.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, reaching out to touch his arm in a silent gesture of apology. "I didn't mean to—"

But before you can finish, Jisung shakes his head, his forced smile softening into a genuine one. "It's okay," he reassures, his voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of sadness. "It's just... funny how memories work sometimes."

As you walk, Jisung's disappointment hangs heavy in the air, his silence speaking volumes as you navigate the hospital corridors together. You can feel the weight of his unspoken thoughts, a palpable tension in the way he holds himself.

Guilt gnaws at your insides as you realize the depth of his disappointment, the fear that perhaps you'll never fully remember the moments you've shared together. You want to reach out, to erase the hurt etched into the lines of his face, but words fail you in the face of such uncertainty.

Lost in thought, you suddenly remember a fleeting moment, a snapshot of a memory that cuts through the fog.

"The ferris wheel," you say, a smile playing at the corners of your lips as you recount the memory that has surfaced in your mind. "It was a sunny afternoon, and we went to the carnival. We got on rides, and we laughed and talked for hours."

Jisung's eyes light up with recognition, a spark of joy dancing in their depths as the memory comes flooding back to him. "I remember that day," he says softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "It was one of the best days of my life."

"You were afraid of heights and got scared at the top of the wheel. I kissed you to calm your nerves," you recall, a blush tinting your cheeks as you relive the tender moment. "And in that moment, everything felt... perfect," you add, your heart fluttering at the memory of Jisung's comforting embrace.

His gaze softens, his eyes shining with love and longing as he reaches out to cup your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "It was perfect," he agrees, his voice barely above a whisper, his thumb brushing gently against your skin.

After spending some time reminiscing in the hospital corridors, Jisung helps you gather your belongings and leads you out of the hospital. He takes your hand gently, guiding you with careful steps as you navigate through the corridors and out into the crisp evening air.

As you step outside, you're greeted by the cool breeze, a welcome relief after the sterile confines of the hospital. Jisung flags down a taxi and helps you into the backseat, ensuring you're comfortable before climbing in beside you.

During the ride home, you lean against Jisung's shoulder, the events of the day catching up with you as exhaustion washes over you. Jisung wraps his arm around you protectively, offering silent comfort as the taxi makes its way through the city streets.

When you arrive home, Jisung helps you out of the taxi and supports you as you make your way inside. Once indoors, he settles you onto the couch, fluffing up pillows to make you comfortable.

"Minho hyung dropped off some soup for us. Let me serve you some," he says softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before disappearing into the kitchen.

As you sink into the cushions, the sharp ache in your jaw intensifies, signaling to your senses that the anesthesia is wearing off. Every movement sends a jolt of agony through your body, and you clench your teeth to stifle a cry of pain.

Your eyes brim with tears. Talking feels like shards of glass scraping against your raw gums, and even breathing seems to exacerbate the throbbing ache in your jaw.

With Jisung in the kitchen, you try to compose yourself, not wanting to alarm him. You take slow, shallow breaths, trying to find a way to cope with the overwhelming pain that courses through your body.

But despite your best efforts, silent tears slip down your cheeks, betraying the torment you're enduring. You press a hand to your mouth, muffling the sobs that threaten to escape, not wanting to disturb Jisung as he prepares soup to ease your discomfort.

Minutes feel like hours as you wait for Jisung to return, each second punctuated by sharp pangs of agony that seem to intensify with every passing moment.

Finally, you hear the soft shuffle of footsteps as Jisung reenters the living room, a tray of steaming soup in his hands. He pauses as he sees you, his eyes widening in alarm at the sight of your tear-streaked face.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asks, his voice filled with concern as he rushes to your side, setting the tray down on the coffee table before gathering you into his arms.

You cling to him desperately, unable to hold back the flood of tears any longer. "It hurts," you manage to choke out between sobs, the words barely audible as you bury your face against his chest.

Jisung holds you close, his heart breaking at the sight of your pain. "I'm sorry," he whispers, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head. "I'll make it better, I promise."

You cling to him desperately, your tears soaking into his shirt as you surrender to the overwhelming tide of agony. Each sob racks your body, a symphony of suffering that echoes through the silent night.

"I'm so sorry," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion as he presses another kiss to the top of your head. "I wish I could take away your pain."

As Jisung holds you, he whispers soft words of comfort, his voice a soothing melody in the midst of your suffering. You feel a flicker of relief in his arms, a fleeting respite from the relentless ache that grips your body.

Eventually, Jisung guides you to sit up, his hands gentle as he helps you into a more comfortable position on the couch. He retrieves the tray of soup he prepared earlier and sits beside you, offering you the spoon with a tender smile.

You try to eat, but the pain makes even the simplest of tasks feel like an immense effort. Each attempt to swallow is met with searing agony, and you can't help but feel a sense of incompetence wash over you.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, tears welling up in your eyes as you struggle to eat. "I can't do this."

Jisung's heart breaks at the sight of your distress, but he remains steadfast in his support. "It's okay, love," he murmurs softly, his voice a soothing balm as he takes the spoon from your hand and gently feeds you, " Let me help you."

With each spoonful of soup, Jisung's movements are deliberate and gentle, his fingers cradling the spoon as if it were the most precious thing in the world. He watches you intently, his gaze soft and reassuring as he anticipates your needs.

As the warm broth passes your lips, you can feel the tenderness of his touch, his fingers brushing against your skin with a feather-light caress. It's as if he's not just feeding you soup, but pouring his love and care into every bite.

Despite the pain that still lingers in the corners of your mind, you find solace in the simple act of being cared for.

As he continues to feed you spoonful's of soup, he notices the heaviness in your expression. With a playful glint in his eyes, he brings the spoon closer to your mouth but then pulls it away with a mischievous smile.

"Here comes the plane!" he says, his voice filled with playful enthusiasm as he mimics the sound of an airplane soaring through the air. He moves the spoon in a swooping motion, as if it's about to land in your mouth, his expression hopeful for a glimpse of your smile.

Despite the pain and discomfort, you can't help but chuckle at his antics. His determination to bring a smile to your face melts away some of the tension, and you find yourself playing along, opening your mouth wide as if ready to accept the imaginary "airplane" spoon.

Once you've finished eating, Jisung takes care of everything, cleaning up the kitchen and washing the dishes with meticulous attention to detail. He returns to you, draping a soft blanket over your shoulders and ensuring you're comfortable on the couch.

Then, he gathers you into his arms, holding you close as you cling to him. He wipes away your remaining tears, whispering words of love and comfort until your sobs subside.

"Shh, it's okay, my love," Jisung murmurs softly, his arms wrapped protectively around you. "You're safe. Just breathe," he whispers, his lips brushing against your forehead in a gentle kiss. "Let me kiss the pain away," he murmurs, pressing another tender kiss against your temple.

As your tears gradually subside, Jisung holds you close, his warmth enveloping you like a comforting embrace. He brushes away your tears with his thumb, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I hate seeing you in pain," he admits softly, his voice tinged with regret. "I wish I could take it all away."

You nestle closer to him, finding solace in his embrace. "It's not your fault," you reassure him, your voice muffled against his chest. "I know you'd do anything to make me feel better."

Jisung's arms tighten around you, his love evident in every gesture.

"I was so scared," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "When you didn't remember my name or my face," he begins, his words carrying the weight of vulnerability, "it felt like my world was falling apart. I couldn't bear the thought of losing you, of having you look at me as if I were a stranger."

Your heart aches at his confession, realizing the depth of his fears. "I could never forget you, Jisung," you assure him, lifting your head to meet his gaze. "You mean everything to me."

A soft smile tugs at Jisung's lips, his eyes reflecting the love and adoration he holds for you. "Knowing that means more to me than you'll ever know," he whispers, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you more than words can express." he whispers, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "I'm sorry you're in pain. I'd rather it be me than you."

You lean into his touch. "You're my everything, Jisung," you whisper, your face close to his. "And I wouldn't want to go through this with anyone else by my side."

As you lean into his embrace, you feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your chest. And as he lulls you to sleep with soft murmurs and gentle caresses, you drift off into dreams, knowing that no matter what, you'll always have Jisung there to hold you and kiss the pain away.

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chqnverse · 6 months

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love making with ot8 🤍🤍(separate)

𖥻 love making

♡┊ 𝐂𝐇𝐐𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ; Stray Kids

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 :: how I think love making with them would be :) (wrote for everyone besides Seungmin and I.N cuz I wasn’t sure about them hope you don’t mind…might add them later on)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 :: smut ( 18+ ) , soft skz , sub!reader , a bit aftercare , cumming inside

𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 ::

He is such a soft boy when he wants to be, probably in the mood for soft sex if he is exhausted or if he just wants to show you how much he loves you. He will not really care if he gets to cum only focusing on your pleasure for example using his fingers and/or mouth until you’re seeing stars. He enjoys eating you out because every time he does your hand wanders into his curls to tug on them while moaning his name. He will cover you in kisses and marks as much as you let him while whispering praises against your skin telling you how good you taste and how pretty you sound. If you aren’t exhausted after the toe curling high he gives you and he gets to fuck you it’s much slower than usual. His trusts slow but deep letting you feel him deep inside your tummy, letting you feel every inch of him. He likes it when you play with his hair while whining his name right beside his ear. He will hold off his own high in order to make you both cum together instead. After you both cum chan likes to stay inside u for a bit longer enjoying the feeling of your soft walls wrapped around him. He nuzzles his face in your neck and kisses your neck while praising you even more, while his hands roam around your body massaging your trembling thighs while enjoying the way your hand plays with his hair.

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨 ::

Minho prefers rough sex but on some days where he just feels so overwhelmed by your love for him or if dance practice was exhausting and you want to make him feel good. For example he gets home exhausted and you already prepared a warm bubble bath for him just because you could hear the exhaustion in his voice when he called you. So when you both sit in the bathtub (you’re on his lap) and you’re running your hands over his sore muscles making him throw his head back enjoying your touch. You tease him by moving your hips against him. Minho lets you take control and just holds your hip or thighs. you sink down on him all at once and just stay still, enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against yours and the way his dick feels inside you. Enjoys it when you ride him because he gets an amazing view of your breasts and the way you throw your head back in pleasure while moaning his name. He praises you and moans out your name the sounds getting louder the faster you move or the tighter you clench around him. Makes sure you come first and the feeling of your cunt clenching around him brings him over the edge, filling you up with his high. Minho will hold you tight against him and rub your back while thanking you. He will cuddle you in bed after while playing with your hair and watching a movie.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧 ::

I think he will choose soft love making mostly after dates for example a dinner date or a movie date. Will eat your cunt like a five star meal until you’re unable to say anything besides your name. He enjoys feeling your thighs tremble beside his head or in his hands. Enjoys it when you pull him closer to your cunt with your hand in his hair. When Changbin fucks your cunt his movement is slow only speeding up a bit when you ask him to go faster. He enjoys deep but softer trusts. Tells you to moan as loud as you want because he wants to know that he is making you feel good. Changbin likes the way your eyes roll back and his name is the only thing you can say. He will make you cum as often as you want although if you’re to exhausted he tells you it’s okay if he didn’t get to cum but you suck him off anyways cuz who would say no to the opportunity to suck this man off?

𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧 ::

This man looooooves soft sex and probably only fucks you rough if you beg for it or if you’ve been a brat. This man will first stuff you full of his cum only to eat you out after. He enjoys the taste of your combined highs The first time you will get to cum is on his dick cuz he wants to feel you clench around him as he fills you up while praising you and leaving marks over your neck and chest. Plays with your boobs too and enjoys how sensitive you are. Will stay insider your warm cunt for a few minutes enjoying the feeling of your mixed cum slowly flowing out of you. Hyunjin is determined to get you to cum at least once or twice more with his fingers and his mouth. He calls you his beautiful muse and tells you how he wishes to paint you naked some time will bring you water and some snacks after cleaning you up and giving you a sweet kiss. POST SEX CUDDLES :)

𝐇𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠 ::

This man will 100% fuck you in the studio if he has a writers block or a burn out. He will just ask you if he can eat you out to distract himself and who would say no to this man’s mouth and tongue on your body? Definitely not you…Jisung gets pretty whiny the longer he stays between your legs getting to taste your sweet cunt. He could cum in his pants from the way your thighs tremble around his head and your fingers grip his Hair. Lets you ride him and touch him all you want. You can control the pace and where you want his hands to be. Jisung enjoys the way you clench around him every time he praises you. Jisung will only help you move if you ask for it or if you’re too tired. Likes to either cum inside you or on your chest. Tired Jisung is all in all pretty sweet and lets you do whatever you want. If he came inside you he will stay inside you for some time while cuddling you under the blanked because he enjoys feeling your body close to his.

𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 ::

This man could make you cum from just his thighs and his voice if he wanted to. Felix is mostly in the mood for slow sex if it’s his day off or the weekend. He likes it that you seem to enjoy praising him as much as he does enjoy praising you. Felix enjoys telling how pretty you look while sucking him off or while he slowly fucks you. He would let you leave tiny marks on him if he doesn’t like have to perform or show much skin. Felix would smile every time he sees the heart shaped hickey on his chest remembering the soft tone of your voice asking him if you can leave a small mark there. Felix enjoys soft sex in the bedroom, the way he slowly moves his hips against yours making sure he hits your sweet spot every time. Your hands around his neck holding him close to you as he brings you to a high yet again. If your hands aren’t on his neck he will hold them on your sides intertwined together while kissing you passionately. He will draw the sex out for as long as he can to make sure you feel as good as he is. When you both cum it’s always together while moaning each other’s names. Felix takes a bath with you and rubs your back and playing with your hair. After a quick change of the sheets he will cuddle with you under the soft blanket while watching a show or a movie on low volume.

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ikykwklk-ash · 3 months

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"You hate shopping, but..."

Pairing: Bang Chan x fem reader

W/c: 2225

Synopsis: Your best friends (Hyunjin and Felix) force you to go shopping, but you don't know that it's all planned for you to meet their friend.

HI! It's my first ff that I write completely in English, I hope you like it and if there are errors please let me know!! :"

★★★★★★★

You hate shopping... You've always hated it. But your best friends dragged you into this "tragedy" because you lost a stupid bet.

So here you are, waiting for Hyunjin and Felix to come out of the dressing room.

You've spent 30 minutes waiting for them to get ready, and when they come out of the two separate small rooms you tell them they look fabulous, not paying attention to how they're dressed because you're getting bored.

The two of them stare at you for a few seconds and then they look at each other, and you, oblivious to what they are mentally saying to each other with that look, give them a bored look. Your friends, after giving you another look, look at each other again and nod without speaking to each other.

Hyunjin and Felix grab your arms and lift you up by the weight, at first you are confused by their actions, then you see that they are heading toward a dark clothing store, and you understand everything. You try to break free from their firm grip, threatening them to put you down. But they do not listen to you and continue their walk toward the store laughing.

When you enter the store a boy a little taller than you, with dark hair and chocolate brown almond eyes, turns to you and greets you: <<Hello and welcome to S Class, how can I help you?>> and smiles. Between you and you think he has a beautiful smile; he is cute after all. When the boy's gaze falls on you, your eyes meet for a split second before you lower it in embarrassment. You feel his gaze on you even as Felix speaks: <<We could use some dark clothes for our friend, Channie hyung!>>

You turn your head sharply toward the blond man. <<Do you...know him?>>

Hyunjin replies in place of the other <<Of course! He works with us for JYP>>

Oh. You didn't know your friends worked with such a handsome guy.

The raven smiles again (how beautiful his smile was....) and nods <<What do you like to wear?>> he says as he looks at you again.

<<Oh uhm...oversize things mainly, but not always yes here...preferably dark>> you reply feeling yourself on fire. You mentally insult your friends for taking you to a store with such a cute clerk. The boy nods and after a moment tells you to follow him.

Before you follow him Hyunjin whispers in your ear <<you know you're as red as a tomato y/n?>> you simply shut up and punch him lightly on the shoulder, and he, like a good drama queen makes a dramatic face and tells you that you hurt him, and you simply laugh.

You follow the raven, go through various sections of colourful clothing, genre that is not for you, eventually you come to a small section where there are garments that have all the dark shades you like.

The clerk teams you from head to toe, and you don't take your eyes off his dark chocolate eyes, you want to stay and look at him more, but you know you can't, because he turns and picks up a pair of ripped, baggy black jeans, smiles, and then tells you you should try them on. You look down, pick them up and head for the fitting room, your friends and the boy arrive a few minutes later with more short-sleeved T-shirts and oversized sweatshirts in dark shades, pick out the ones you like and enter the fitting room.

You come out of the dressing room, wearing the jeans he gave you, paired with a white shirt and over it a black T-shirt with AC/DC written in red and large in the centre. You see Hyunjin and Felix still talking to the boy.

<<So, we forgot to introduce you. y/n he is Chan hyung and Chan hyung well she is y/n>>

<<Ehm... nice to meet you Chan-ssi>> you bow feeling a little uncomfortable.

<<My pleasure y/n>> he replies to you.

<<O my god y/n! How good you look dressed like that!>> exclaims Felix, realizing that you felt uncomfortable.

<<Oh, thanks Lixie, I'd like it better with this oversized sweatshirt, though>> you reply, mentally thanking her. You show the sweatshirt you had decided on earlier, it was beige with a black rose at heart level, as soon as you had seen it you liked it immediately.

<<Oh, that's right you look very good dressed like that y/n>> Chan says blushing slightly.

You simply blush at the compliment and say nothing.

You try on other garments and finally choose the first outfit you had tried on that afternoon. You spent the last few hours chatting with Chan, because Hyunjin and Felix had decided to try on outfit after outfit, unfortunately for you, from the colourful sections. You knew they had done it on purpose, in fact they were your friends and knew you better than anyone else.

At first you do not know what to talk about, you are very embarrassed, and you realize that he is too since every time you look at each other you blush. So, you stay silent, and you listen to the songs playing on the radio in the store and without realizing it you start humming Growl by EXO and he looks at you <<Do you like EXO?>> and you start talking about their songs and your bias.

And from EXO you move on to talk about other groups, other singers, and music in general.

At the end of the day, he asks for your number, and you show him your cell phone so he could save your number. He sends you a funny sticker and you, as soon as you hear the notification that a message has arrived, open the chat, and laugh and shake your head. You pay for the clothes you bought and say goodbye.

Before you, Hyunjin and Felix leave the store, Chan calls you back and asks you to meet the next day at 10 a.m. at the mall.

You come home and throw yourself on the bed smiling, don't even bother to change, take off your favourite blue sneakers and fall asleep, there with a smile on your face and your clothes still on.

Months pass and you and Chan, who you found out is named Christopher Chan Bang, spend your days texting and hanging out together, sometimes with the addition of Hyunjin and Felix, sometimes with his friends who you found out were also friends with Hyunjin and Felix, and sometimes alone. One day he asks you to go out for breakfast together and spend the day walking, and you gladly accept. You write to your friends that the next day you would go out for breakfast and spend the day together. You don't sleep at night because of excitement and spend it on video call with Felix.

The next day at 8 a.m. you get out of bed, with a smile coming to your ears and feeling anxious about "the date," if you can call it that, you take a shower, get dressed in flared jeans, an oversized black sweatshirt with a print and the usual sneakers, put on your makeup quickly to cover your dark circles and make yourself presentable, and go to the bar you decided on. You arrive ten minutes early, so you check your cell phone while you wait for him and continue listening to music, sitting on a bench nearby.

Shortly after you feel someone touch your shoulder from behind, you jump in the air and turn around, to your great good fortune it's Chan <<sorry if I startled you>> he says in embarrassment and with that smile of his that gives you butterflies in your stomach.

You laugh and shake your head and tell him it's okay, his smile stays as he looks at you and asks if you want to go into the bar and you nod smiling back.

You enter the cafe and sit down at a table; a waiter reaches your table and asks what you want.

<<For me a coffee and a pistachio croissant>> he says, you instead order your usual cappuccino and chocolate croissant.

<<Coming right up guys>> said the waiter smiling.

<<Hey y/n tell me a little about yourself, passions, hobbies>> asked the boy to interrupt the moment of silence that had arisen from embarrassment.

<<Oh, uhm... I don't have many hobbies, but I love to read and, as you know, listen to music, do you?>> asks.

<<I write stories and take pictures>> he replies blushing.

<<Can I read something written by you?>> you ask with your eyes probably shining with curiosity and he replies that he'll see, laughing right back at your false pout.

Shortly afterwards your order comes to you, and you continue talking for a while. When you finish eating, pay for everything, and leave the café, you ask if he would like to go to the park for a while and he nods, smiling at you, so you set off lost the playground near the town square. When you arrived, he takes a camera out of his backpack and starts taking pictures of your surroundings and you look at him smiling <<you look like a child who has just been given the game he wanted>> you say laughing slightly.

At some point, however, you too end up in the lens and blushing you complain <<Channie please I can't stand someone taking pictures of me!>>.

He doesn't listen to you and takes the picture, and you cover your face with your hands out of embarrassment, until Chris tells you to take them off and you glare at him, claiming that you are neither beautiful nor photogenic.

<<Y/n you are beautiful, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen come into my store>>

You blush and reply that he is more beautiful than you, at that sentence he begins to stare at you softly, you smile and look at him your turn, he comes up to you and arranges a lock of hair behind your ear.

<<You know that you have a beautiful smile? Every time I see you smile, I see the streets of Tokyo with its cherry blossom trees>> he says before his lips rest on yours in a gentle kiss that triggers a whole zoo in your stomach and makes you blush, it was a tender kiss. His lips tasted like coffee and pistachio and for a moment you think you might become addicted to it. When you part you, both look at each other and blush, but you notice that he has a slightly startled look on his face at what he had done, and you, to let him know you liked it, kiss him again, putting your arms behind his neck, and he puts his on your hips.

It's a beautiful, unforgettable moment, once you separate from the kiss, he tells you <<Y/n...I know it's early to say this, but I love you so much...>> you look at him and smile, you smile like an idiot and you know that because you feel you are smiling so much your face hurts.

<<I love you too Christopher>> you whisper so softly that Chan is not sure he heard you right and asks you to repeat and you laugh. You laugh and you are happy to have a kind and caring boy like Chan. You're glad you met him, you're glad because if it weren't for your friends, you would never have met him.

You spend the rest of the day holding hands, staying hugged sitting under a tree, and kissing each other from time to time in between. And toward evening he walks your home, holds your hand to the door and smiles at you, kisses you before letting you go, and you want to tell him he can stay, but you know it's too it's too soon to do that. That time will also come though, maybe tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that.

You walk into the house with that silly smile that has never left your face during the day, take off your shoes and put them in place, go into the bathroom and put on your pyjamas. You smile. You get on the bed and text Chan asking him if he has arrived home safely; soon after that you text in the group chat with Hyunjin and Felix and tell them everything. As soon as you send the message Felix starts a video call and you accept it.

<<I can't believe it Y/n!>> your friends say at the same time.

<<Me neither! I'm not sure if it's a dream or reality!>> you smile radiantly. You tell them straight about the day and then ask how and what they did during the day. You talk some more with your friends and then decide to call it quits and go about your business. You close the call and see that Chan has answered that he has returned home safely, and you answer him.

You are so happy that if you could go back to the past, you wouldn't change a comma. "I love you" you text him and then you turn off the phone and get under the covers and close your eyes falling into a deep sleep.

★★★★★★★

Taglist: @foivestarrsketchez

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daceydeath · 10 months

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Stop writing for Minho and Han they are both gay and dating oml🤦🏽‍♀️

Well hello to you too, Firstly fuck off for assuming peoples sexuality, disrespectfully of course, because that is foul and also for telling me what to do. I do what I want you quim womble. DaceyDeath 💕 xx

Lazy Mornings

Pairing: Han x reader Word Count: 0.3k Genre: Fluff Warnings: none (except the swearing above)

Waking up beside Jisung on one of his days off is pretty much your favorite thing in the world, watching him breathe softly barefaced and hair fluffy makes you happier than you ever thought possible. It is nearly always you who wakes up first and you have, in the last year at least, reveled in the secret photographs you take of him while he is still asleep his shirt usually twisted up around his torso exposing his gloriously toned stomach, sleep pants slung dangerously low on his hips and his lips pouted as he dreams of things he never tells you. Storing them away in a locked folder in your phone to look at while he is away for work or too busy with his schedule to see you. This morning is no different one of his feet is twitching like a sleeping puppy as he lays spread out across the bed the covers tangled in his legs. His face is always so sweet when he sleeps none of the cheekiness that usually resides there which makes him look younger than he is.

"Why are you moving so much baby?" he mumbled his voice deeper when its laced with sleep "come here". You smiled fondly as he cracked open one eye and reached for you with his closest arm finding your thigh and squeezing it softly.

"It's early Ji go back to sleep" you whisper letting him wrap his arms around you and pull you half on top of him. Allowing you to lightly trace patterns on his shirt little stars or hearts until he relaxes back into sleep.

"So you can take another photo" he smiles lopsidedly.

"Shut up like you don't take photos of me" you shush him mildly embarrassed that he knew about your little secret. He just hummed softly rolling you both over so he was sprawled across you, his weight comforting and warm, while he nuzzled his nose into your neck. Snuggling into him you ran your fingers through his hair until his breathing evened out again, you truly loved lazy mornings with him although you knew he was going to tease you when he woke up.

a/n: Thank you for reading and supporting my writing, your comments, reblogs and likes mean the world to me. But keep in mine if you send me anon's I will respond however I like xxx

Taglist (open): @christopher-bangnaldoskzz, @armystay89, @damnyouficc, @roamingpolar, @tara-skyhold, @bakedlilgoonie, @krishastumblernow, @mrsseals16, @fawnpeaks, @leeknowinggg, @uno7, @tanzen-ist-gold, @junebug032

#han jisung x reader #han x reader #han fluff #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #stray kids #stray kids fluff #skz scenarios #stray kids scenarios #stray kids soft hours #skz soft hours #skz soft thoughts #I write what I want to #Don't send me stupid anon's like this it annoys me #Don't be a quim womble about someone's sexuality that you don't know #FFS people

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turtledovenycx · 5 months

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𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞-𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 (𝐅.𝐋) 𝟐

🎧Because (Changbin and Felix) - STRAY KIDS

🎧we fell in love in October - girl in red

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐅𝐖/ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏| 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐| 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐚𝐠: 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

⁀➴ 𝐖.𝐜 𝟒.𝟐𝐤

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⚠️: 𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐡! 𝐬𝐡𝐡𝐡! 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥

“Which flavor?” Felix asked opening the big freezer with different varieties of Ice cream and cold desserts.

After your breakdown Felix convinced you to get ice cream together, trying to be as assuring as he could, smiling softly and taking your hand as the two of you walked to the store.

“Mango,” you say softly as he picks two mango bars and goes to the register.

The evening was cool the wind tickled your red nose making you sniff as you waited for him outside.

“Here you go,” he said pushing the treat into your hands. Silently you opened the pack. The sweetness melting in your mouth, and your headache fading.

Looking back you saw Felix sitting on the footpath his knees bent. He looked up at you and patted the spot next to him. Following him you placed your feet similarly and the two of you ate in silence.

“Want to talk?” he asked, you shook your head 'no' unable to form your feelings into words. He deflated a bit, he really wanted you to speak to him, and tell him your worries but he did not want to force it out. Felix's ears perked as he heard you speak up.

“I broke Minho’s board,” you say softly.

“Is that why you were crying?” he asked eyes trained on yours as you looked down like a scolded child. You nodded, feeling bad again until you heard soft giggles. Felix laughed in a way that made you feel silly, a good silly. He was not mocking you this dude genuinely found you funny ... and cute.

“Oh you’re so cute, don't cry. Hyung does not skate anymore pretty.” the pet name made your stomach flip as you willed your face to stay as calm as it could.

“He won’t mind it was an old board too, I promise, it's not a big deal,” Felix reassured before collecting the waste wrappers. He turned around to see you look up at him.

“Let me walk you home,” he says grabbing his board tucking it in his arms, and waiting for you to catch up.

The community was almost asleep, everyone in the comfort of their homes, lights slowly shutting off on different floors of the buildings as you and Felix make your way to yours.

“My parents fight a lot.” you blurted out, the two of you stopped in your tracks. “The night when you found me crying I had run away. They can get really mean,” you explain not looking at him. “I- I did not break it... My dad broke the board…. He was angry and it all happened so quickly that I could not stop him. Just like I can’t stop them from fighting...... I'm sorry.” arms wrap around you once again hesitantly. Felix brought you into his embrace once more.

“Hey, it's okay. It's okay hmm? Does he hurt yo-” he asked feeling protective of you

“Oh god no, they just say stuff,” you say, scared to talk too much.

"What made him so angry?"

"He- I came home late? I'm not sure. He got so angry when I told him I skate now." you sniffled remembering your dad call your friends junkies, what if he stopped you from coming here?

“I love skateboarding, I don’t want to stop. I love it, I love hanging out with you guys.” tears slipped through your eyes again.

“You don’t have to stop. Ever. In fact, I'll come to pick you up every day... I mean.. if you want that?” Felix whispered a little embarrassed at his final statement, even though the two of you were standing in a space with no one in sight. You let out a breathy chuckle, "No, it's okay."

At his assurance you felt better, you looked up to see his eyes on you, the space between the two of you almost negligible.

For a split second his eyes fell onto your parted lips before quickly turning to release you from his hold. He missed the soft color on your cheeks, your face feeling warm despite the breeze.

“Are you okay now?” he asks looking back to see your building, lights on in your apartment.

“Yeah, I should go home before…” you say you did not wish to leave. not wanting to leave him, he walked you to your balcony.

“I’m gonna go in.” but before you could climb over the small gate he held your hand.

“Lemme take this,” he said gently removing the bag from your grasp with the broken board. "I'll give it to Hyung."

“Please, tell Minho I’m sorry, I can pay him back... I can-”

“Shh, it’s okay. I told you he won’t mind. Hyung has a new board he barely skates. Don’t worry about it okay?” he smiled, bringing a small smile to your face too. You climbed the fence and looked back to see him turn to leave.

“Felix, I- Thank you.”

He looked back at you the bag slung over his shoulders. He just winked at you before getting on his board and rolling away. That was when you knew for real. You were falling for Lee Felix.

Felix boarded straight home his heart warm, ‘she talked to me, she told me… I made her feel like she was okay… I made her smile.’ the smile never left his face until he dialed Minho to explain.

"YOU BROKE MY BOARD!!!" the elder's voice echoed through his Samsung, okay so he may have lied. Minho absolutely fucking minded that his board was broken, but obviously, he wouldn't let you know that.

"Hyung, you have to let me explain." the bluehead tried to calm the furious guy on call. good thing he didn't go to hyung's apartment.

Minho was definitely going to be mad but who cares when he remembers you smiled at him. The Cat dad calmed down once Felix explained your situation, his worry drifting to you, asking if you were okay to which Felix proudly said "I made sure she was fine."

Falling for Felix was also easy like befriending him, and it happened quickly.

Now when you visited the ramp your eyes searched for the cotton candy blue hair. You tried to stare without him noticing you, blushing when his eyes caught you - it has happened too many times too- Han catching on quickly and teasing, you sometimes too loud on purpose so that Felix looked over to the commotion.

"Careful..." his deep voice whispered close to your ears. too close you could feel his breath hit the top of your ears. You were currently in his arms, one foot still on the wayward board. Someone had accidentally pushed you too hard, that someone being Han who thought it would be funny to push you like you guys were some high schoolers. You would have fallen if it wasn't for Felix, who came running as soon he saw the scene go down.

"That wasn't funny Ji, She could have been hurt," he told Jisung who was standing across from you. He had a nice jawline... you thought as you looked up to see him glare at Jisung,

"You okay?" Jisung asked you ignoring the scolding from Felix and Chae.

"I'm okay, I wasn't ready sorry it's my fault." you quickly release yourself from his hold and get off the board.

"No, it wasn't." you heard the Aussies deep voice.

"Don't get your boxers in a twist we were only playing." Han scoffed after making sure you were okay.

Felix rolled his eyes before he was pulled away by Chan.

“Haha he likes you,” Han whispered to you earning an elbow to his side. It was fine because you liked him too, you just did not know how to say it.

You were getting good at skating too, finally learning to get on and off, braking and gliding.

Felix helped you a lot more now, after the ice cream trip he was progressively spending more time with you.

Always walking you home (sometimes using lame excuses like I’m on the way even though everyone knows his home is two blocks from your building), helping you learn tricks, and most importantly coming out at night so that you are not alone when things get too much at your place.

He held you on nights you cried and then made you cry from laughter on nights you were feeling better. You slowly began opening up to him, telling him all sorts of things that happen at home, at your university, in class. He became a second presence to you, always having backup headphones and enough change for snacks. and never complaining when he had to sit with you all night on some days. Felix enjoyed this hangout as much as you did, he didn't mind he had to sacrifice sleep as long as he got to listen to your voice.

Time flew and the feelings between the two of you grew though they remained unspoken.

One particular incident was when the group was resting, chatting about this and that when Felix placed his head on your shoulder. You froze turning your head to look at him, eyes closed peacefully and basking in the sun, he stayed like that till everyone got up to leave, and a faint blush dusted your cheek.

They were obvious to everyone now that there was something going on between you both . It was bolder, lingering touches on your waist, always placing your hand in his while walking with you. It became a need to be always close to each other, sitting side by side with the group.

A few weeks in one day you reach the park Hyunjin's spare tucked safe in your arm, you now borrowed boards from each of them so that you do not have to take them home.

“Hey, Chan.” you greeted him as you walked into the skate park. As usual, you scanned the park for a glimpse of Felix. Weird last night that he had said he would be there.

“Hiya” Han called you over to where he sat,

“Hey,” you say walking over to him but still looking around.

“Where is Felix?” you asked, as you put your stuff on the bench. Han grimaced slightly before looking at you.

“He didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“Felix is leaving..”

“What?” you felt your old anxiety rise,

“He is leaving?" The question is more rhetorical, it should not hurt you that much but it did. The sadness also arises from the fact he did not say a word yesterday to you when you met him.

“Yeah, I think so… I’m sorry I thought you knew,” Han said realizing that you might actually cry right now.

“You okay?” his hands reached for yours.

“Yeah, ahem- yeah I’m fine, it’s just a surprise. Where is he?”

“Not sure… I can ask…” you nodded before turning to Chan who had walked over to the two of you. Throughout the whole day, everyone tried to make small talk with you but your silence persisted. Chae even offered to buy you sweets and later insisted on walking you home.

“He won’t leave without saying anything,” Chase reassured you. After Felix and Hannie, Chae talked the most to you. You provided a small smile nodding at her, even though Chae was reassuring the whole group was worried as Han dropped the news and Felix had vanished.

“Yeah of course…. Thanks for walking me Chae,” you say keeping the goodbye short. Before returning home you looked through the window again, catching a glimpse of Chae’s red hair reminding you of the long-haired boy.

“Dude, your friend was at the skatepark.”

“Who” you ask abandoning the book you were reading to look over at your sister who was hanging her coat in the room.

“I don’t know his name the one with the blue hair.”

Felix?! Did he come back? Did he come to say bye?

Thoughts rushed into your mind as you slipped on your outfit and slipped out of the room. You sprinted to the skatepark not wanting to miss the chance to see him … maybe for the last time. The thought scared you, you did not want to lose Felix, not Felix. You had lost the comfort of your home, your peace of mind, and your parents. You saw the tuft of blue hair disappear as he rolled down the ramp and he emerged on the other side side stepping off the board.

“You’re leaving?” you ask approaching him as he braked and got off the board.

“Did Han tell you?” he asked, you nodded “yes.” there was a moment of awkward silence. A moment.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you say reaching him. He stayed quiet eyes trained on you.

“You didn’t come for four days, were you just gonna leave like that?” your own voice sounding doubtful of itself. Felix had no obligation to you, you did not even know if he felt the same way for you, why would he tell you if he was leaving?

“I wasn’t -…” he cut off as you started speaking again for eyes looking everywhere but his.

“Don’t leave please,” you whispered drawing his attention to you.

“Don’t leave, Han is gonna miss you it might break him, Hyunjin today promised to show you his book if you stayed and Chan almost cried. Chae promised to break your legs, Bin and Seungmin are… everyone will just….”

“And you?” Felix stepped closer to you,

“Hmm?” you say confident you had misheard him.

“What about you, when I leave?”

“I will be sad about not having you here too.”

“And?” another step closer, your feet stay rooted.

“I will have to console Han.”

“You won’t miss me?”

“I… I don’t know.” you mentally slap yourself,

“That’s it?” he asks the small smile falling from his face, he was close to you now towering over your figure as you stared into his eyes.

“What else is there?” you whisper his eyes bore into yours as you got distracted by his freckles.

“Nothing else?” he spoke lowly, hands gripping your elbows softly.

The words on the tip of your tongue. Come on spit it out, this may be your only chance. But you couldn’t. Fear of rejection. Fear, in general, stopped you from at least trying to get what you wanted the most right now. Felix.

He sighed before stepping away, “I-... I think about you a lot.” he says stopping himself from continuing but his words were a reassurance you needed then.

Felix turned around and grabbed his board ready to walk away as he felt you grip his forearm and turn his body to face yours again.

You could not say bye to him at least not without showing him how you felt so you took hold of his face, and leaned on your toes to press your lips against his.

The board fell from his grasp as you scrunched your eyes tight. Felix first thought he was dreaming, but after his hands felt the soft fabric of your jacket, he knew he wasn’t, you were right here. Kissing him.

He moved his arms to wrap around you as you pulled away heels touching the floors again. You caught your breath looking at him, hands bunching up his t-shirt’s collar. He leaned down to capture your lips once more between his, a small sound of surprise escaping you as he held your face. The lights of the park turned off signaling it was late at night yet the two of you did not separate.

Kissing Felix felt less scary than you thought, his lips were so soft and he tasted like the watermelon-flavoured gum he chewed a lot. The two of you pulled away and his eyes shot open to find yours closed still. Your heart was beating and it could be heard in your ears.

“I like you,” you say loud enough for him to hear. Just him. Your eyes were still closed as you continued “I will miss you. A lot and I can’t leave without letting you know how I feel, I will regret it. I like you Felix.” he placed a peck on the tip of your nose, coaxing you to open your eyes. You did to find his forehead touching yours as he smiled.

He pecked your lips once more. “I really like you too,” he whispered. The words he said lifted a weight off you, relief flooding at the prospect of him reciprocating his feelings for you.

“You do?” you ask, his arms now held onto your waist as you move farther away to look at his face.

“I do. I like you so much,” he says not a hint of doubt in his voice. The butterflies in his stomach would not settle as he saw your eyelashes flutter at his confession. It was like you were willing yourself to believe. The momentary happiness dissolved as you remembered he was leaving, Felix frowned as your smile dropped.

“When are you leaving?” you ask pulling away completely his board was by your feet so you picked it up needing something to fiddle with. And he let you, Felix usually did not like people touching or messing with his board, he once almost pushed Seungmin off the ramp for hiding his board but when you picked it up it felt natural to him, he liked that you liked his board.

“Will I see you again before you go?” you ask, you feel like crying you’ve been feeling so for the past four days. You missed him.

A pause before he grinned.

“You will see me tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after, and on and on,” he says smiling his toothy smile. “I’m not leaving.”

“What?” you ask blinking as if that would clear things up.

“My family is leaving, they are shifting back to my hometown. I’m staying here.”

He wasn’t leaving. He wasn’t leaving! you had confessed and he wasn’t leaving. Wait .. you thought he was leaving oh no you kissed him, you will see him tomorrow and you kissed him.

“You.. you’re not, leaving?” you ask

“No, I’m not.” “But Han,”

“He assumed that I was leaving, I just went to find him and explain before I could talk to the others everyone just thought I was leaving.” he chuckled.

“Oh my god, you’re not leaving.”

“No, but hey it made you kiss me.” he winked but you were mad. You pushed his shoulder his laughter increasing.

“You’re an ass. You could not have told me this these four days or .. or right before we…”

“We?” he was giggling enjoying teasing you.

“We… I feel so embarrassed right now.” he laughed before coming closer to you, you stepped back before he placed his arms on your side.

“Hey, don’t be nothing has changed. I like you.” he bent his neck to look at your downcast eyes.

“I’m sorry, but you were so cute explaining why I shouldn’t leave that I couldn’t correct you. Besides it was high time you told me how you felt.” He explained loving your flustered reaction

“What about you? You didn’t make a move either.” you countered trying to pry out of his arms.

“I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way. You were closed off before and I did not want to scare you away.” it was true at first you were not welcoming to everyone, being pretty reserved and closed off even Jisung had to wriggle his way through that wall you built.

“I’m sorry,” he says genuinely no laughter this time as he pulls you close once more.

“I almost cried. Thinking you were gonna leave without even telling me.”

“Sorry.” he leaned down to peck you again but you stormed off. You could hear him chuckle behind you before he caught up to your pace.

“Let me walk you home,” he said taking your palm and walking forward. you wanted to ask him but he just walked forward. His finger interlocked with yours. It made your grip tighter.

“Are you mad?” he asked, you did not answer simply walking but you stopped. Felix looked curious as you walked towards him stopping a few feet ahead.

“You are really not leaving right?” you asked, “If this is also a prank I will hate you.”

He smiled before stepping closer and wrapping you in a hug, “I promise I’m not leaving.” you did not hug him back he figured you were still a bit embarrassed and angry at his mischievousness.

“Okay. goodnight.” before leaving he managed to sneak a kiss on your cheek to which he received a glare. He will have to make it up to you for disappearing for four days and scaring you. But he felt content as he watched you disappear into your home.

Amongst the embarrassment of assuming and everything you felt happy. He liked you back and you were blushing like a sixth grader who just got cooties.

“So you just left for four days?!! I thought you were leaving!” Han yelled at Felix his helmet raised high ready to bash Felix as you watched at the sidelines- pretend angry like Joey said 'mob mentality or whatever'-.

Chae had twisted his hand for a total of five seconds, five seconds that Seungmin took his sweet time counting. After all, everyone was relieved that their friend wasn’t leaving. Relieved but furious. As a punishment Felix had to buy Ice cream for everyone.

“Mango for you?” he said smirking extending the different types of Ice cream to you, the mango bar in front. You reached for the chocolate cone instead and walked off, you could hear his chuckle looking back as you saw him distribute to everyone else, fighting Chae for the mango bar. He kept his eyes on you the whole time.

“Still mad at me?” he says walking backward, how the hell was he doing that avoiding all the poles and other obstacles you will never know.

“You tricked me into confessing,” you say watching him and walking home. “I didn’t you assumed I was leaving.” he swayed before waiting for you to catch up. You rolled your eyes, he was right but he could have corrected you.

But before you could retort you see your father waiting at the entrance of your building. You froze Felix's eyes following your gaze to see him, arms crossed.

“I have to go,” you say lowly as you walk forward. But he kept along with your steps till you guys were in front of the man. You hoped he was sober and not angry. like last time you did not want to cause a scene outdoors.

“Who are you boy?” you father asked, his tone rude.

“My name is Felix sir.” he replied back rather confidently.

“You on something?”

“Dad!” you intervened, “What are -”

“No sir, I don’t use any sort of recreational drugs.” Felix cut in for you, saying calm as still water.

Your father grunted staring at him, his eyes falling on his blue hair. His faced morphed a disgusted expression before he turned to you.

"Get inside quickly." He gruffed before walking back inside throwing one last glare in your direction.

“I’m sorry he isn’t usually like this. He is drunk.” you apologies to Felix,

“Hey. it's alright,” he said stepping in front of you once again, hesitating before using his pointer finger to raise your chin to meet his eyes.

“It’s okay you talked to me about this remember.” you gazed at him, face mirroring his sweet smile.

“Thank you.”

“Go on a date with me.” the words are out simultaneously

“What?” you chuckle even though you heard him.

Felix ran his fingers through his hair before asking again. “Tomorrow evening? A date? You and me?” his fingers pointed to and fro between you.

“Okay.” Your feelings were clear, you both liked each other. There was no reason to deny or decline it.

“Okay,” he confirmed before letting you go back to your apartment. He made sure you got in alright before getting on his board and riding away not before stopping by a certain building with bright neon boards.

a/n: hope you guys enjoyed this. I now have a date to plan. The next chapter will contain smut so Minors DNI. I will write an SFW ending too like an epilogue.

tagging 🏷️: @noellllslut, @comet-falls, @daughterofodine (My newest tag buddy)

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