#stray kids fluff
Genre: fluff, dad!Chan
"Mama? What are you doing?"
You turn to see your five year old clutching a pillow in his tiny hand, his star print blanket on the floor behind him. He rubs his eyes as he waddles over to you, his overgrown hair spilling silky curls over his forehead.
You can't help but smile as you reach your hand out to Noah. He looks so much like his father, with his mussed up hair and doe eyes.
"I'm looking at the moon," you answer him, pulling the little boy into your lap. His curls tickle your nose as you wrap your arms around him, holding him close to you. "Can't sleep?"
Noah shakes his head as he nuzzles against you. "Miss daddy."
You hum at that, smiling at him ruefully. "I miss daddy too," you reply, threading your fingers through Noah's hair. "He'll be soon home though baby."
Noah's face lights up at the mention of your husband coming home soon, and he turns to face you with the huge grin he inherited from his father. "Why are you looking at the moon?"
"It's pretty," you shrug, turning your gaze to the full moon shining through your ceiling to floor windows. Most of the lights in your house are off since it's past midnight, but the moon sends in a steady stream of silvery light that illuminates the living room as well as any lamp. "Don't you think so?"
Noah scrambles up onto the armrest of the sofa, his hands clutching at your arm as he tries to get a better view of the natural light. "It's bright."
You laugh softly at his analysis. "It is, isn't it?"
"Why else do you like it?" Noah asks curiously as he crawls back into your lap again.
"Well ... it reminds me of your daddy," you admit, smiling up at the moon. "He always loved the moon too."
"Daddy's a wolf," Noah says with a giggle, placing his hands on top his head. In the shadows of the night, he moves his head around and howls in imitation of the animal, making you laugh.
"That's right, I am a wolf," Chan's voice suddenly cuts through your mingled laughter and you turn just as your husband dives into Noah with a goofy grin, his arms wrapping round the shrieking boy.
Noah giggles and squeals as Chan tickles him, laughing loudly when Chan playfully nuzzles his face into Noah's chest. "Daddy, it tickles!"
Chuckling, Chan swings Noah up into his arms and sits down beside you on the sofa, hugging the boy tight as he leans over to you. With a bright grin, Chan drops a gentle kiss onto your lips in greeting, sliding one arm around you as he holds your son with the other. "Why are you two awake?"
"We were looking at the moon," Noah replies, patting Chan's hand. "Mama said it reminds her of you."
"Is that so?" Chan asks, turning to you with a wink. You giggle and drop your head onto his shoulder, sliding a little down the sofa as you make yourself comfortable.
"It reminds me of our first date," you reply, sliding your hand into Chan’s free one. "Remember? You took me on that picnic."
Chan groans then, dropping his face into the top of your head in embarrassment. "Don't even remind me. I couldn't see and we ended up eating grass in the sandwiches."
Laughing, you shake your head. "I think I fell in love with you right at that moment."
At that, Chan lifts his head and locks his eyes with yours; they crinkle into half moons as he giggles, a pretty blush spreading across the apples of his cheeks. "Why, because of my grass sandwiches?"
"Mhm. Exactly because of your grass sandwiches."
Noah makes a disgusted sound. "Grass sandwiches sound disgusting. Daddy you should have made cake!"
"Cake? How about grass cake?" Chan offers, and when Noah shakes his head with his tongue sticking out, Chan drops his head onto yours. The moon casts a silvery halo around Noah's head and Chan reaches out to pinch the boy's cheeks.
"You look like a Moon Child," Chan tells him, ruffling his hair. "You're glowing from the moon."
Noah widens his eyes, grabbing Chan's arms. "Am I a wolf too?"
You giggle as as Chan grins at him. "Yes Noey, you're a wolf. Our little wolf."
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Anything For You
Best friend (with benefits) Chan x fem. bodied! reader x best friend (with benefits) Felix
Genre/Warnings: Smut; threesome; anal; brief unprotected sex
Word Count: 2k words
Mellow speaks: Here's the long over ChanLix smut, finally completed! I'm sorry for keeping you waiting anon, and I hope this makes up for it! I hope you enjoy reading it, and do lemme know if you like it!
Sighing, you lean your head against your front door, reluctant to enter as you try to push back the tears that are threatening to spill out. Today had definitely been a day gone wrong for you, every single thing and plan you had had falling apart right before your eyes. You should have known that luck wasn't in your favor when you spilled coffee all over your new shirt early in the morning, but you had chosen to ignore it, allowing things to spiral further downwards. You had been late to work, and the jitters had caused you to mess your presentation up, which had ultimately resulted in you getting into an argument with your teammates, forcing you to cancel your plans of grabbing lunch with them.
But by far, the worst thing that had happened today was that it was your birthday, and neither of your two best friends had so much as called you. Maybe you didn't matter enough, maybe they too, had realized what a disaster you were, or so it was appearing to you right now. Bracing yourself for thw flurry of tears that would start as soon as you entered your apartment, you unlock the door, but instead of darkness welcoming you, the sight that greets makes your jaw drop in shock. There they are, huge smiles on their faces as they scream "Happy Birthday!," Felix holding a gigantic cake in his hands, and Chan already leading the way to engulf you in a hug. He barely a foot away from you when he takes in your expression, your eyes bloodshot and your lips already trembling, and that's when he knows.
Without a word, he wraps his arms around your form, beckoning for the younger boy, who has joined the hug in a heartbeat, taking hold of your waist from behind as he nuzzles his face into your neck. "What happened, baby?," Chan asks, his voice barely above a whisper. There it is, the pet name you had been craving all day. It was normal for the three of you to use cheesy pet names amongst yourselves, it was just something that gave you a sense of comfort. And it was that comfort that finally caused you to break, crying into Chan's chest as Felix tries to calm you down by placing soft kisses on your neck. Together, the two lead you towards the couch, your freckled friend making you sit on his lap as the older boy walks over to the dining table to get a glass of water for you.
"Shhhh, love. It's alright. You're alright. We love you, you don't have to cry," Felix whispers in your ear, placing kisses to your neck and forehead every so often. Walking back to you, Chan runs his hand down your back, handing you the glass and placing a chaste kiss to your head. "Wanna talk about it?," he asks, and you shake your head no, causing a giggle to escape Felix's lips as Chan tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "Okay," he says, tugging on your arm to lift you up, "It's your special day, and we know just how to make you feel special," he smirks, running his hands down your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You look up at him, a gasp escaping your lips as you notice his eyes, now dark, staring intently at your lips.
You open your mouth to say something, but Chan takes the chance to smash his lips onto yours, kissing you softly and roughly at the same time. His hands quickly make their way to your butt, squeezing it gently as he bites down on your bottom lip, seeking entrance. You part your lips, allowing him to enter as his tongue explores every inch of your mouth. He smirks into the kiss when he feels you gasp, the reason having been Felix sucking on your sweet spot from behind you, alternatively biting and licking the skin on your neck. Your reaction only pushes the younger boy to tease you further, hands slipping to the hem of your shirt before dipping under it, running up and down your bare torso.
You can't help the moan that escapes your lips at their touch, your mind already clouded with lustful thoughts as you feel excitement pool between your legs. Sure, being best friends with two super hot guys had resulted in one too many sexual encounters that others would label as "inappropriate," but this was new, even to you. This was the first time you were feeling both of their hands on you at once, and you couldn't wait for what was to come.
As if reading your thoughts, Chan finally pulls away from you, leaving you breathless in his wake as he licks his lips. He lets out a chuckle upon seeing Felix rushing to take his place, unbuttoned your shirt without you even have a chance to respond. Pushing the fabric off your body, he quickly attaches his lips to the area above your lace-colored boobs, a groan escaping his lips as Chan's hand makes his way towards his crotch, paling his semi-hard member through his soccer shorts. Smirking, the eldest among you asks, "Shall we take this to the bedroom?," eliciting a firm "No" from the both of you, a moan leaving your lips as Felix pulls the cups of your bra down, latching his lips onto your nipple.
Throwing your head back in pleasure, you fail to see Chan taking Felix's shorts down in one quick motion, the younger's dick springing out, hard and beautiful as ever. Stroking it, Chan moves his lips towards Felix's ears, whispering to him as the other continues to suck on your boobs. "Come on Lix, why don't you get a taste of Y/N?" His words catch Felix off guard, making his mouth water as he reluctantly pulls away, hands moving to unbunckle your belt. You stop him though, walking over to Chan and placing your hands at the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down in one swift move. Licking your lips, you begin unbuckling your belt, pulling it away before popping the button of your pants. Sliding them down, you do a little twirl, wanting both boys to see your lace lingerie. Smirking, you hook your fingers in the waistband, pulling the panties down while bending to give Felix a better view of your butt.
Sliding the fabric down your ankles, you finally wrap your hands around Chan's length, pumping him a couple times before going down on your knees. Taking him into your mouth, you move your hands to his balls, massaging them as his member almost hits the back of your throat. Your exposed core is like an invitation to Felix, and he doesn't waste a second in getting down behind you, thrusting his tongue into your core as he massages you butt cheeks. Bobbing your head up and down, you can't help the moan that escapes your lips as the younger boy's mouth works wonders on you, hitting spots you didn't even know existed. He continues to alternate between pushing his tongue into you and biting your clit, as Chan's hands make their way to your hair, pulling on them roughly as he guides your head over his cock.
You suddenly let out a whine against his member when Felix pulls his mouth away from your core, the emptiness quickly being replaced by the feeling of his dick slowly pushing into you. It causes a moan to leave your lips, pushing Chan closer to his edge. You swirl your tongue around his girth, grazing your teeth against his length as the room fills with his groans, his hands gripping your hair even tighter as he finally reaches his climax, releasing his seed into your mouth. You lap up every last drop of his juice, moans and groans leaving your lips you feel the knot in your stomach growing, thanks to Felix. It doesn't take you long to reach your own high, the previous stimulation from his tongue making you weak in the knees. Felix pulls out just before you cum, watching in fascination as your juice spills out of you. Getting on his knees again, his tongue quickly cleans you up as he smacks his lips in satisfaction.
Once you calm down, you turn towards Felix, looking up at him with big doe eyes. "C'mere," he says, a chuckle leaving his lips as he realizes what you're up to. Wrapping your lips around him, you once again start doing what you previously did to Chan, the man in front of you gripping the armrest of couch while letting out a string of groans. "Fuck, Y/N! Just like that," he moans, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. You soon have him cumming into your mouth, lapping up every last bit of his seed as his hands move to grip your hair. Coming down from his high, he gives you a smile while pulling out of you.
Before you can get up, however, Chan comes up behind you, placing his hand on your body as he helps you up. "Ready for the real thing babe?," he asks, his voice sending shivers down your spine as you nod softly. Smirking, he pulls away from you, walking over to Felix and whispering something in his ear. Pulling away, he picks up his shorts from the floor, pulling out two condoms and throwing one to Felix, who immediately begins unwrapping it and pulling it down over his length. As soon as he's done, the younger walks over to the couch, sprawling his limbs out on it as he beckons you over. Realization dawns on you as you make your way over to him, unable to hide the grin on your face as you lower yourself down on his member, hissing softly as he fills you up. After adjusting yourself to him, you begin rolling your hips against his, the room filling with your moans as you gradually speed up your pace, catching his lips in a sloppy kiss as your skin slaps against his.
Chan, meanwhile, continues to pump himself while enjoying the show, smirking to himself as he slowly makes his way over to you, aligning himself against your hole, catching you by surprise as he finally enters you from behind. The sensation causes a gasp to leave your lips as he begins thrusting in and out of you while latching his lips onto your neck. The feeling of both your holes being filled simultaneously is enough to make your brain go fuzzy and your toes curl up, the double stimulation making the knot in your stomach grow much more quickly, and before you know it, your moans turn into screams of their names, your orgasm hitting you like a truck as you place your head on Felix's chest, body convulsing from the sheer force of your climax.
Felix follows not long after, the vibrations pushing him over the edge as he cums into the condom. Chan continues thrusting into you, grunts escaping his lips as he finally reaches his climax. Riding out his high, he slowly pulls out of you, careful not to hurt you. You slowly stumble away from Felix, tiredness washing over your body as you collapse next to him on the couch while he wraps his arms around you. Chan leans forward, placing a kiss on your forehead as he asks, "Want something to eat?" You reply by letting out a yawn, both of them chuckling in understanding.
Had it been any other day, you would most likely have taken care of yourself. But since it's your birthday, your two best friends are more than happy to help clean you up, getting you in comfortable clothes before tucking you into bed. Crawling under the duvet, you softly call out for them to stay, and smiling, they comply, laying down on either side of you. You snuggle yourself in Chan's chest, using one hand to pull Felix closer to your back. He does, wrapping his arms securely around your form. "Thank you for today," you smile, on the verge of falling asleep.
"Anything for you, love," both of them say, together.
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Stray kids reaction to you being exhausted/sad after a long day
Authors note: Sorry if this ones a little repetitive. Hope u like it anyway 😗
Channie is so surprised when he walks through front door and finds that u aren’t home yet
Usually u get home before him and he finds u sprawled out on the couch
Today tho Chan finds himself in an empty house
He’s a little worried but decides to just take a shower and wait for u to get home
He’s sitting on the couch scrolling on his phone when u trudge through the door
The tired look on ur face makes channie so sad :(
He gets up and wraps his arms around u
“Bad day huh?” He whispers into ur hair
U nod and sink further into his big boy arms
He leads u back to the couch and lays u on his chest
U can talk about ur day or u can just cuddle he doesn’t mind either way
When u fall asleep he will carry u to bed
When Minho sees u walk through the door looking like ur about to pass out he feels so sympathetic
He decides to quietly help u
He doesn’t want to smother u or make things worse so he tries to give u as much space as he can while still being helpful
He stands up from his place on the couch and walks over to help u take off ur jacket
His hands gently brush against ur tense shoulders and he feels so bad for u
If u make no move to push him off he leans his head in close to ur ear and places a soft kiss on the back of ur ear
He whispers in ur ear telling u to go take a nap and not to worry about anything because he’s gonna make dinner
U have no energy to fight so u flop onto the couch
Minho then leaves to make dinner for the evening
He just wants his baby to feel better so he tells u while ur eating to let him know if he can do anything else to help
Bear hug? Bear hug.
As soon as u step into the house binnie is concerned for u
U look so off today and he is so confused
He’s about to ask u what’s wrong when u look up and meet his eyes
He sees all the tiredness and sadness in ur eyes and his shoulders instantly fall
He steps forward and wraps u up in his arms trying to squeeze all the bad out of u
The pressure around ur body helps so much u just sink into his arms
He smooches the side of ur head and leads u to ur bed
He’ll let u lead from there
If u want to talk u can or if u want to nap he’s already pulling u onto is chest
Whatever u need binnie will provide 😌
U r having a bad day???
Not on his watch hmph 😤
Jinnie sees ur tired face and makes it his mission to make u feel better
He breaks out snacks and movies
Maybe even some face masks
He’s got a cute excited grin on his face and it immediately lifts ur mood
He’s just adorable ☺️
Anyway he will cozy up next to u and play ur favorite movie while u munch on ur snacks
U can pay attention to the movie if u want or it can be background noise as the two of u talk
Whatever u want bby
Hyunjin feels so proud of himself when he sees ur shoulders start to relax and a lil smile creep onto ur face
He holds u close and reassures u that everything’s okay when ur in his arms
“Don’t worry about anything, I’m here. Just relax.”
Poor boy just wanted to come home cuddle up with u and chat all night
He missed u!!!
But he comes home to find u in bed buried under the covers
He’s so excited to see u!! So he jumps up onto the bed all like “Baby!! I’m home!!”
But u just quietly whisper a “Not right now ji”
His smile falls and he falls back onto his feet looking at ur form
He notices ur ragged breathing and he finally realizes
His baby is crying :((((
He rubs at the covers trying to find ur shoulder
“Hey what’s up?” He asks u quietly
He doesn’t want to upset u further so he reassures u that u don’t have to talk if u don’t wanna
If u do wanna talk he’ll sit there and listen to u and maybe get some snacks and u two will just have a little self care night
If u don’t wanna talk he’ll scoot next to u and put a movie or tv show on that u can fall asleep to
And he’ll wake u up in the morning with loving kisses all over ur cute face 😚
Oh no baby
He watches u lay down on the couch ignoring his greeting and smiling face
His smile drops as u take a deep breath and try to forget about ur terrible day
He sits beside u and rubs at ur hip gently trying to soothe u
“Hey sweetheart, what’s the matter? Did you have a bad day?”
You shudder out a breath and nod at him
Lixie feels his heart clench at how ur all curled up on the couch :((
He’s thinking of how to help when he suddenly gets an idea
“Wanna cuddle? :))”
Ofc u say yes and he lays down next to u
Lixie wraps his arms around u and pulls a blanket down to wrap around the two of u
He rubs at ur stomach with one hand and ur cheek with the other
His warm hands are so comforting u feel urself drift off to sleep
U wake up in the morning in bed to the smell of all ur fav breakfast foods
Lixie is always there to help u
At first min doesn’t really notice
Not because he doesn’t care!! He’s just a busy bee
He’ll be working on his laptop in the living room when u come home
He’s super into his work that day so he just gives u a “Hey love.” And leaves it at that
He’s working so hard :((( he just wants to be done with his work so he can spend time with u
Once he’s finally done he goes to check on u and finds u staring up at the ceiling of ur bedroom
He comes up next to u and asks u why u aren’t asleep because it’s gotten pretty late
“Can’t sleep” u mumble
Minnie can tell something is wrong but isn’t sure how exactly to help
So he gets off the bed and leaves the room
Him leaving makes u feel so much worse :(
But he comes back! With tea :)
He sets ur tea down and flops onto his stomach next to u
“I’m here, love” he says kissing ur temple
He’s just so sweet u don’t want to be away from him any longer
U roll over and wrap ur arms and legs around his body
Minnie smiles and holds u for the rest of the night
Soft and gentle love and comfort from this cutie
He a lil awkward 😬
He knows ur upset and u had a bad day he just has no clue how to go about comforting u
He just kinda looks at u from his place on the couch with wide concerned eyes
Ur wrapped up in blankets on the other side of the couch
And u look so cute but so sad :(((
Eventually he scoots towards u and places his hand on ur thigh
“Hey are you okay?” He’ll ask in a quiet voice
U just shake ur head still staring at the tv
Jeongin decides to try his best to comfort u so he wraps his arms around u and pulls u into his chest
Might give u forehead kithes too
He lets u fall asleep in his arms and takes care of u all night
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So this is what love feels like? (smut, fluff, slight angst)
Late night gym sessions and boxing was your way out of this fucked up world. But Minho saw how it changed your health for the worst, being quick to put you back in your place. And maybe having some relief with Minho could help you rewind.
Word count: 2,5k
Warnings: dom!minho, sub!reader, oral (f receiving), praising, slight degradation, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, hickeys, claiming.
Side note: This might be my favorite fic so far.
Disclaimer: My fics are always with consented sex even if not stated. Always ask the other for consent!
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The stress was taking a toll on you. The break up with your boyfriend last week, the fights with your parents and the stress from school began to get to you slowly and before you could realise it, you already started dressing yourself in gym clothes. The black hoodie and bomberjack keeping you warm from the freezing temperature outside. You got your earpods and keys from the table and walked out of the apartment.
Since the night was still young, you carried a pocket knife with you, the grip on it tightening in your pocket whenever someone walked by, just to be safe. Not knowing what could happen if you didn’t.
Taking a turn towards an empty alley, you walked further towards a fence, glancing behind you to see if someone was watching. When you saw no one, you climbed up the fence, letting yourself drop to the ground once you got over it.
You inserted your key into the door, closing and locking it behind you as you trudged your way into the closed gym. You turned on the lights, making you squint your eyes at the sudden brightness. Taking off your jacket and placing it on a bench beside you.
Pulling your earpods out your ears, you dropped them next to the jacket and started stretching. The gloomy gym lights flickered as you got to work. Starting with lunges first to warm up. Then moving onto split squats with dumbbells in your hand. After bench presses and weighted squats. You started your pull-ups. Arms still sore from yesterday night’s training. The bruises from sparring a few days ago are still visible on your stomach which was now exposed after taking off the hoodie.
The focus lasted until you heard a sudden thud from the backroom, a man’s groan following right after. You quickly sprinted towards your jacket to take out the knife, just in case. Making as little sound possible, you made your way towards the door. Before you could get closer, it swung open making you back up, holding your knife in front of you.
‘’Fucking hell’’ You lowered your knife, hand coming up to clutch your chest.
‘’What the hell are you doing here?’’ he asked, also surprised to see you.
‘’Nothing, i could ask the same to you’’ You stated, dropping your knife back on the bench before continuing the set you were doing.
‘’Boss asked me to watch who came to the gym every night, surprisingly it was you’’ he replied, coming closer ‘’You know that what you’re doing isn’t healthy, right?’’
‘’Why do you care?’’ you asked, pushing him aside to take one of the weights on the side rack.
‘’Because you barely sleep, the boss has been keeping tabs on you since he started feeling something was off about you’’ He said, taking the weight out of your hands and taking a hold of your shoulders.
‘’What i do is none of your business, Lee Minho’’ you shoved his hands of your shoulders ‘’you shouldn’t have come here’’
‘’Listen y/n, I know your break-up must’ve been tough and shit, but you should take care of yourself’’ he raised his voice slightly, making you flinch.
You gathered your composure quickly though, before turning to him.
‘’i’m fine’’ you said, making him chuckle.
‘’No, you’re not’’ he said, expression turning serious once again. ‘’Don’t get me angry, I'm taking you home’’ he said, grabbing your arm.
‘’Do you know how suffocating this is?’’ you retorted ‘’Having to go home means being alone and trapped in my thoughts! This-’’ you gestured to the equipment around you ‘’-Is keeping me from going crazy’’
‘’Then we’re going to my place’’ he took a hold of your wrist, taking your stuff in his other hand and dragging you towards his car, ignoring your complaints.
He shoved you in his car, walking to the other side and dropping himself in the driver's seat. The ride to his place was silent other than the soft music playing in the background. And before you knew it, you were in front of his apartment complex.
‘’You live here?’’ you looked at the fancy building in front of you.
‘’It was my dad’s place before he moved out of town’’ he said getting out of the car. You got out, walking towards him as the two of you made your way towards his apartment. Maybe spending time with Minho would help your mental state clear up more.
When you got to his door, he fidgeted inside his leather jacket, taking out his keys to open the door. His apartment was clean, the smell of his cologne taking over as you stepped in. He closed the door, taking off his shoes while you dropped your stuff next to your shoes.
‘’First, i’m gonna make you some food’’ he said, walking you towards the couch ‘’After, i’m gonna clean up your bruises, they look bad’’ he eyed you up and down and you forgot you were only in sweats and a sports bra. Quickly grabbing the blanket next to you to cover up, making him chuckle.
You turned on the tv while he was preparing your dish, switching through channels before pressing the netflix button. You turned on a random drama as you laid down and allowed yourself to rest for once.
After a few minutes, Minho came back from the kitchen with four slices of toast with avocado, 2 boiled eggs and a glass of tea.
‘’Eat’’ he demanded, walking up to his cupboard to take out a med-kit.
You lowered the blanket as he took a seat next to you, starting with the ones on your stomach, cleaning them and putting ointment one after. When he was done with your torso, he took both your hands. Eating the delicious food he made, realising what you missed after eating so little for so long.
You looked at his eyes, then inspecting his face. He was really handsome. His sharp nose, plump lips and defined eyes. The light from outside illuminates his face in an almost inhuman manner.
‘’You’re staring’’ he said, not even looking up at you as he was still busy treating your hands. You quickly averted your gaze, muttering a quick ‘’i’m not’’ making him chuckle, again.
‘’Why are you doing this?’’ he looked up to me after the question. My eyes filled with confusion at his act of kindness.
‘’You know, i was the same when i was younger’’ He said
‘’You’re only two years older’’ you giggled, and for the first time this night, he actually looked into your eyes with adoration.
‘’I’ve never heard you giggle like that, damn i’ve never even heard you laugh’’ he said
‘’Go on with what you were saying’’ you demanded, referring to his answer to your question.
“right, like i said” he started “before pulling myself together, respectively, i was the same as you”
“Going to the gym too much just so i didn’t have to face my problems, no social life and actually no fucking reason to be alive” he said, his hand going back to mine to hold it.
“I want you to know you’re not the only one, you can always rely on me, i promise” he whispered, his hand leaving yours to cup your cheek.
You just admired him, suppressing a small smile before you muttered a small “thank you”
‘’For all the years i’ve known you, this is also the first time you’ve thanked me’’ he said making you chuckle
‘’Are you just going to mention every single thing I do?’’ you playfully pushed him
‘’i like it’’
‘’Whatever’’ you looked away but his gaze still kept itself on your eyes. His hand was still on your cheek, he slightly pulled you towards him. Leaning in to kiss you.
You closed your eyes when you felt his lips on yours, getting lost in the moment. His hand went to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as the kiss started getting deeper.
‘’Can i take a shower’’ you pulled away, looking at him unsurely.
‘’Sure’’ he laughed, taking your hand to guide you towards the shower.
‘’It takes a short while before there’s hot water, so you can take your time’’ he said as he left you in the bathroom, but before he could walk out, you stopped him.
‘’Minho’’ you said, before he closed the door ‘’Can you stay?’’ making him stop to look if you were serious.
‘’Mhm? yeah of course’’ he said rubbing his neck, a blush taking over his pale cheeks.
He walked back into the bathroom, going over to the shower to turn it on before he took off his shirt, dropping it on the sink.
He looked at you, who was staring at him ‘’you’re gonna shower with your clothes on?’’ he asked, making you look away embarrassed before you also started taking off your clothing.
And after a little while, the both of you were naked. You were the first to step in the shower, the hot water relaxing your tensed muscles immediately. You let out a sigh of pleasure at the warmth.
Minho got in right after you, closing the glass door of the shower. You made room for him and because of the small size of the shower, the two of you were pushed against each other slightly. Before you could process what happened, he spinned you around, pressing your body against his. You looked at him in shock ‘’Are you seri-’’ he shut you up by pressing his lips against yours in a slow sensual kiss, making you gasp lightly. He took that chance to enter his tongue in your mouth. Kissing you passionately, his hand went down to your waist to push you against his growing length.
‘’You don’t know how long I've wanted to do this’’ he sighed out, his mouth working its way down to your jaw, your throat and your collarbone, making you lift your hands to hold onto his shoulders for support. Moaning when he sucked on that one spot behind your ear.
Your hands went down, feeling his muscles tense underneath your touch as you caressed his abs. Your left hand going down a bit more to get ahold of his now hard-on. He groaned against your neck as you started stroking it, loving the sound that came out of him.
He gained his composure back and turned you around, pressing you against the cold tiles as he went down, kissing your stomach in the process. His hand goes around your thigh to lift it over his shoulder. His lips now having perfect access to your dripping core. ‘’You look so good like this’’ he said, biting your thigh, making you sigh in relief.
His lips went to your clit, starting off with kitten licks, which slowly turned into sucking as you cried out his name.
‘’Good girl, call out my name’’ he said, licking your slit before eating you out expertedly, his tongue doing wonders as you kept on chanting his name. ‘’You belong to me now’’ he said, making the knot in your stomach tighten.
Two of his fingers entered you right after, hitting the perfect spots while his mouth still worked on your clit. The pleasure becomes overwhelming.
‘’Minho- i’m gonna- argh’’ He curled his fingers inside you, your high coming awfully close.
‘’Come on baby, cum’’ he said, adding more pressure to your clit. And right after he said that, you released a hot moan, coming all over his fingers. He lapped up your juices with his tongue before coming up to kiss you.
‘’Jump’’ he ordered, which you did. His length coming in direct contact with your sex making you whine out. Then he entered you, so slow so you could feel every inch of him. You threw your head back as his head landed to rest on your shoulder, grunting at the feeling.
‘’You feel perfect’’ he said, rubbing your sides soothingly. His lips moving away from your neck to place them on yours in a soft kiss. His hips retracted before pushing into you again, in a oh so delicious pace, filling you up completely. He pounded into you, not going too rough since he knew you were still sensitive. In his head he had to keep himself from losing control, but he kept that for next time. He’ll ruin you completely next time, he just had to go slow now. Showing you all his love.
‘’So good’’ you choked out, moaning as he hit your g-spot repeatedly, your heavy breathing because of the intense pleasure. Your nails digging into his back as his hips worked into yours.
‘’That’s right baby, you’re doing so good’’ he looked into your hooded eyes ‘’my slut’’ he then said making a wave of pleasure shoot through your body
‘’fuck’’ you grunted as the knot in your stomach snapped once again. Clenching around him tightly as he rode you through your delicious high. He pulled out, stroking himself and cumming all over your stomach.
Your legs felt wobbly as he put you down, you clinged onto his shoulders, his hands holding onto your waist to keep you from falling down.
“hold on baby’’ he said as he started cleaning you up, washing your hair after. You looked at him with a smile as he wrapped you in a fluffy towel, ruffling your hair with another one. He took you to his bedroom, holding onto you tightly. He settled you on his bed, walking over to his closet to take out a pair of sweats and a shirt. Handing them to you before walking out of the room.
You put the clothes on, folding the towel and placing them on the chair in the corner of the room. You walked back to bed, snuggling into the sheet, waiting for Minho to come back.
After a bit, he came back. Placing a glass of water on the nightstand before lifting the blanket to lay next to you. You immediately cuddled up to him, dropping your head on his bare chest. His hands going around your waist, placing a kiss on your forehead before mumbling a small ‘’good night, baby’’
You woke up because of the rain, looking around and quickly realising where you were. You looked up to see Minho.
He was looking at you, his hair a mess and his plump lips still a bit swollen. ‘’Morning baby’’
‘’Morning’’ you blushed, hiding your cheeks into his chest. You never felt more human than you did in that moment. You felt loved, understood and you felt like someone was actually there with you, for you.
So this is what love feels like.
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pls just the thought of late nights in the studio with chan…just imagine the cuddles,the comfortable silence, sitting on his lap while he works with small kisses inbetween…PLS I‘m such a sucker for him 😭😭
OH MY GOD ??
imagine showing up in front of his studio door, sleepily trudging yourself towards him, rubbing your eyes with the cutest pout on your face .°(ಗдಗ。)°.
CHAN WOULD LITERALLY LOSE IT (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) he swears his heart skips multiple beats watching as you set yourself on his lap, straddling him and resting your head on his shoulder :( softly mumbling abt how much u miss him :( and chan goes >:( at himself bc his y/n !!! is here !!! on his lap !!! tired n sleepy !!! telling him how much they miss him !!! and a part of him feels really hurt and sad because he realizes how he hasn’t been spending much time w you :(
gosh just imagine the way he’d take your face in the palms of his hand, caressing your skin so delicately you could cry !! always with the same, lovesick look on his face (/ _ ; ) AND THE SLEEPY KISSES </3 i feel my heart breaking into two they’re long and slow, usually sloppy as both of u are on the brink of following asleep >:( and ,, u can FEEL ??? HIM SMILE ??? IN THE KISS !!!
don’t even get me started on chan … this man is in LOVE .. every small whine you make when his kisses linger a bit longer, you’re tired composure, completely sinking into him ,, outside he seems calm but rlly he’s (๑꒪̇⌄꒪̇๑) •••
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Stray Kids you have a wet dream about them (M)
Chan was abruptly woken up in the middle of the night, and his first thought was to be angry because who the hell dared to wake him up at 4 am! However, his face softened when he heard your voice. You were moaning a lot and also tossing and turning quite a bit, Chan thought you were having a nightmare so he went to wrap his arms around you; "Baby it's ok shh-" Chan stopped himself when he heard your little breathy "oh fuck, chan" in the mists of wordless moaning. "Oh so my little baby is dreaming of me hmm," Chan thought to himself, however, he didn't wanna be a bad guy who ruins a good dream so he just wrapped his arms around you, lazily kissed your neck, and tried to go back to sleep.
Your mind couldn't stop itself that night. Minho just looked so good with the way he was dancing on stage and thrusting his hips at every chance he got. So it was not a surprise that you started having a wet dream about him. Minho didn't notice at first, he had just come home from the studio and was too focused on getting himself ready for bed. Once he was in bed however, he noticed the way your hips were moving and the soft moans you were letting out. Minho smirked at this, suddenly hard with one thing on his mind. Minho kissed you deeply so that you would wake up. "Hi kitten, what were you dreaming about?" he teasingly asked to which you blushed. "don't be shy, I just wanna make it a reality. What was I doing?"
Changbin was unable to sleep, no matter what position he got in, or no matter how many dam sheep he tried to count. Changbin just couldn't sleep, as if he might need to do something to tire himself out first, then maybe he might sleep. As if someone had just read his mind however, you started to stir in your sleep. You were moaning and whining quite loudly at first Changbin thought you might be having a nightmare or even worse felt sick; "Angel shh I've got you" but then Changbin noticed a few other things, your hips were moving in a way that would not correlate with a bad dream, rather a wet one. Changbin got an idea, so he woke you up by kissing you gently and caressing your face. "Hi bubs, nice dream?" he asked innocently, just to be a tease. "why don't I help you out hmm?"
You and Hyunjin had a thing, a special thing that only happened at night and only happened some nights, whenever Hyunjin felt like it. You had consented to it of course, so Hyunjin had the green light that from time to time he may use you while your sleeping. Your only two rules were don't do it if either of you has something important on the next day and if you woke up then you wanted to cum too. Hyunjin wasn't entirely sure if he was in the mood tonight, however, when you started having a wet dream about him he was suddenly in the mood. He lifted away the blanket causing you to whine; "shh baby it's ok" he soothed and started finger fucking you to get you ready for him, as you kept moaning however stayed asleep.
You weren't really a vocal person in bed, it just wasn't you. if you were having a nightmare instead of crying or moaning you would shake and breathe heavily. During sex you did the same, only letting out small moans during the climax or else just breathing heavily throughout. So it was a little hard at first to figure out what was wrong tonight, Jisung was just nudged hard in the back. He didn't know what was going on until he saw a wet patch in your panties. Jisung smirked at this, but chose not to do anything since he knew you hated being woken up during the middle of the night, he opted for just playing with himself for a bit and then tried to go back to sleep.
Felix couldn't help himself, he tried, he really tried. Felix tried to not listen to the soft moans that you let out while you were sleeping, he tried to ignore the way you were moving beside him, he tried going back to sleep but his mind would only display naked pictures of you so he had to do something. Felix tested the waters first, only inserting one finger, and smirking when your moans suddenly got louder. This was a good sign, so Felix kept going, he added another finger as he wanted to bring you to completion while you slept.
"Baby are you ok?" Seungmin turned his body around in the bed, he had heard some strange noises coming from you and if it were a bad dream he wanted to be there for you. You didn't respond, and Seungmin didn't expect you to, instead, you just moaned again, Seungmin pulled back the blanket a bit to reveal a wet patch on your panties. This made Seungmin blush and feel a little embarrassed as if he just invaded your privacy so he turned back around and went back to sleep, leaving you to enjoy your fantasies and will attend to his needs in the moaning.
Jeongin worked late again, he didn't want to but he needed to get the first half of the dance down so he could start learning the other half tomorrow. When he walked into the bedroom he was surprised to hear noises coming from you. When Jeongin took a closer listen, he could tell they were moans, "Yes Jeongin, more" you pleaded in your sleep, Jeongin did contemplate doing something, but he was tired af so he just let your enjoy your dream while he went to sleep but hoped he could dream about the same thing.
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a life with you; han jisung
listen to: jackie and wilson - hozier
summary: “we'll name our children Jackie and Wilson, raise 'em on rhythm and blues”
pairing: jisung x gn reader genre: fluff, angst? open ending? idk warnings: none word count: 606
a/n: does anyone here remember that i'm a writer? yeah me neither 💀 anyway, here it's the (yet to be decided if)loved child between my love for han jisung and my current hozier obssession. it's the first work i actually like since i got in a writer's block so i hope this isn't crap :))) anyway, hope you y'all enjoy and good reading!
Tuntun, tuntun, tuntun, tuntun. Jisung could hear his heart beating on his chest — the blood running to his veins, the echo in his ears, the crimson color coming for his cheeks — it was like he had been hiking on a mountain way too fast and now the air was too thin for him to breathe properly. It surely felt like it, one must notice, but it was only the outstanding effect you had on him. He couldn’t believe he had been this lucky. It was a thing he thought quite frequently, to be honest: how he was lucky to not only get to meet you, in this insanely big world, but to love you. And it doesn’t stop there — Jisung was even more lucky to have his feelings reciprocate. It was such an unexpected sequence of fortunate events that Jisung had to come to the conclusion that, if he had bet on the lottery, on the day he first met you, he surely would have won.
Ah! And what a dream to be loved by you. It was so much that Jisung almost couldn’t talk about it — whenever he tried to put it out it’s like the words failed him, like thousands of butterflies were coming out of his stomach, like his chest was being ripped by flowers — it was hard, to say the least. To help him out, let’s put it like this: to love you was like the coming of autumn, for those who love halloween, or winter, for those who like christmas. It’s something that grows in you, it’s a memory of something long forgotten. In fact, Han always had this particular feeling of nostalgia when it comes to you. The feeling it’s especially strong when you let him put your hands under the pocket of his sweater, when you two are walking around on a cold day, or when you put his head on your lap, caressing his hair so softly that he can’t help but fall asleep. Or even when you kiss his cheek and he gets so red that it looks like he has crossed the North Pole using nothing but swimwear. As you can see, too much for the loverboy in question to put down in words.
That doesn’t mean he hasn't tried to, tough. Because he had, many times. Jisung had spent many nights awake, thinking of the right way to describe your loving eyes, the sweetness from your kiss, the tenderness of your hand. But he could never get something as beautiful as the real thing. “Y/N”, he whispered to the wind a certain night. Have you ever seen such a beautiful name? He neither. And to think you were here now, reading quietly while he had his hand on your knee, a soft October rain falling outside the library. It sounds pretty much like a dre...
“...Sung?...Jisung?”, Felix calls beside him. The boy is suddenly taken down by the reality of the actual library room, blinking in confusion. “What’s up with you man?” his friend continues, moving his face to see the place Jisung had spent the last couple minutes facing. Aha! There you go, Felix should have guessed. Sitting only a few tables away, it’s you, looking quite focused on the book in your hands.
“Why don’t you just ask them out already?” Felix asks like it’s a simple question, like it was an easy thing to do. But it wasn’t, it couldn’t be, right?
Lix keeps on with an encouraging look on his face and Jisung can’t help but wonder — can reality be better than dreams?
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Maybe, I'm Afraid - Chapter Seven: A Cry of Despair
❥ pairing: lee minho x female reader (main pairing) feat. bang chan; seo changbin x female oc (side pairing); han jisung x female oc (minor pairing)
❥ genre: fluff, romance, angst & suggestive, art gallery!au, painter!au
❥ chapter warnings: mentions of food, crying, confrontation (let me know if I’m missing something)
❥ word count: 6.1k
❥ chapter synopsis: Y/N lets Chan know how she feels about him. Minho finally takes a decision related to his engagement. (series synopsis can be read on the series m.list)
❥ A/N: Hello, I hope you’re doing well! This chapter is quite intense emotionally. At least, I cried while writing, editing and proofreading it. I recommend having a tissue nearby, just in case! Please, like/reblog this if you enjoy reading it and let me know your thoughts, I’m always appreciative of your feedback! As always, happy reading!
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The canvas was already prepared and your father’s old room was ready to receive Minho. However, every time you tried to get together to bring his portrait to life, life happened.
Seungmin went on a business trip and that meant Minho had to spend more time at the office, taking care of some of the tasks that his friend was in charge of. You had been working on getting the word out about your workshops. Jeongin had been preparing the flyers in secret and, after he was done, he presented them to you. Convinced by Mrs Yang, your friends and even Minho, you decided to give it another shot.
Minho kept you updated on what he was doing regarding your father’s paintings. The two of you would meet at Yang’s restaurant at lunch and would have a meal together. Most of the time, Minho avoided talking about business and just focused on getting to know how you were doing and how everything was going with your father’s studio. You enjoyed that and you were thankful that someone enjoyed it when you talked about what made you happy and shared some of your interests as well.
Chan and you continued to go on dates and you enjoyed spending time with him. At first, everything was great and you had a fabulous time with him, but after a while, his attitude towards you shifted. It felt like you were constantly hitting a wall whenever you tried to bring him into your world. Chan enjoyed taking you to wonderful restaurants, buying you small gifts, take you to amazing places you could only ever dream of going to. But every time you tried to suggest dinner with your friends or even meet for lunch at your studio, he seemed to draw a line. He was either too busy or wanted to spend time alone with you and take you somewhere better. Nothing you had to offer seemed good enough to him which made you frustrated, to say the least.
You enjoyed his company, you enjoyed his smile and the friendship you both shared, but your mind… your mind was in a completely different place, a completely different frequency. You weren’t sure you could be with him romantically, that was something you couldn’t picture anymore. Yes, you were attracted to him, but to be in a relationship, you need more than just attraction.
Besides, if Chan wasn’t interested in being with you in your world, would he ever be able to fully love you? Or was he only going to love the idea of having you by his side? As things were progressing between you two, it seemed like the last one was more important to him. You wanted to talk to him about this and where your feelings stood because you were afraid he was committing to an idea of you he would never have.
Still, despite everything, you liked where your life was right now. It wasn’t heavily complicated and it was somewhat calm. You didn’t have to worry about whether or not you had money on your bank account all the time and the money you had saved allowed you to start looking for apartments to rent and be able to move out of Changbin’s and Hyunjae’s place. And you were getting back into painting. After all this time, you were ready and eager to do it again.
“So…” You wiped your mouth and extended a small flyer to Minho. “Following your advice and everyone’s peer pressure, I have decided to start giving workshops again.”
He finished chewing his food and glanced at the small piece of paper and grabbed it. He studied it, read every word carefully, looking at every illustration with attention and afterwards, he looked at you, smiling.
“This is great news, Y/N. Congratulations.”
“I decided to share it with you, in case you want to come… I’ll throw the first one next weekend just for close friends and you’re invited! I want to test the waters before fully diving into it with strangers, you know?”
His smile widened and to you, it seemed as if his eyes were sparkling with excitement. That filled your heart with joy.
“I’ll be there. Do you want me to be there to help you prepare things?”
“Ah, no, there’s no need.” You reassured him. “I can do it on my own. But thank you.”
He nodded, glancing at the flyer once more. Minho sighed and folded it, placing it on his jacket’s inner pocket. He chuckled.
“I’ll be there earlier, just in case.” He lifted a finger to prevent you from continuing. He gave you a half-smile. “You might need help and if you don’t, then I’ll just be there for moral support.”
“I need that constantly,” you added as a joke and he laughed.
The two of you returned to your meal and after you were done, you walked together to the outside of the restaurant. Mrs Yang came after you and gave Minho a small plastic bag, smiling.
“My husband prepared this for your dinner. There’s enough for two, so you get to share with your fiancée!”
She quickly waved you goodbye and returned to the restaurant. You glanced at Minho and watched how the polite smile on his lips didn’t match the pain in his eyes. You patted him on the shoulder and he blinked slowly, clearing his throat.
“She means well,” you said and he looked at you, nodding.
“The bright side is that I get to enjoy this dish more than once.”
You laughed at his comment and he chuckled, not taking his eyes from you. You sighed and continued to walk, your hands shoved in the pockets of your denim jeans. Minho joined you and you walked in silence to the studio, the traffic of the few cars driving by reminding you of where you were.
“I’ll go with you to the studio,” he announced and you nodded. “I have to take a couple of pictures of your father’s paintings to add to the plan.”
“Sure,” you answered, glancing at him sideways. Minho always looked great no matter the kind of lighting he was under. You were still having a hard time figuring out which kind of painting you wanted to make of him, what kind of emotion you wanted it to carry.
You liked to look at him when he was his happiest, when his smile matched his eyes, that excitement and elegance that you had noticed the first time you saw him. But there was something else, something that you had started to notice every time you glanced at him whenever he was staring at you. It was something that you found endearing, worthy of immortalizing on a canvas. There was curiosity, care, kindness. Maybe you liked Minho best when he was staring at you.
“Careful.” he grabbed your arm swiftly, preventing you from moving forward. You blinked and noticed you were near a crosswalk, a car driving by at full speed. “You’ll get hurt one of these days if you keep doing that.”
You watched as the car drove away and Minho let go of your arm. You sighed and looked at his worried expression. This was also worth putting on a canvas, wasn’t it?
“I can’t help it,” you admitted, “but thank you.”
Minho nodded and looked away from you, fixing his tie. This time and before crossing, you focused all your attention on the traffic and after a few seconds, you and Minho crossed together.
Throughout your way to the studio, and as much as you tried to avoid doing it, your eyes always slipped to Minho. Every time he noticed you looking at him, his smile would widen, and you noticed his chin rose a little higher, proudly. He liked it when you looked at him, you could see it.
You shook your head, smiling to yourself as Minho raised an eyebrow at you. Good thing you didn’t mind either. After all, who gets tired of staring at art?
~ 🎨 ~
Minho took his time at the studio. He had informed the art gallery he’d arrive late at the office, an occurrence that happened frequently whenever he was at the studio with you. He liked to take his time when he was here with you. He could’ve gotten all the pictures taken in less than ten minutes but between glances at you and getting lost in your mere existence, it was never just ten minutes.
Today, Minho got lost in your self-doubt. He watched as you placed a couple of flyers at the front desk, moving them to different corners of the table, biting your lip as you stared at it, only to shake your head and try it again. Oftentimes, you’d look at him, but he’d pretend he wasn’t staring at you, an art that at this point, he had mastered.
He saw from his peripheral vision how you’d open your mouth as if to say something to him, and then close it and move on to do something else. During his time here, you’d already gone upstairs three times, changed the flyers from position a couple more and checked the workshop room at least twice. All while Minho bought time to be in your presence, to be with you.
“I almost forgot!” You took your hands to your head and looked at Minho. This time, he returned your stare with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t go anywhere, ok? I have to give you something.”
“Sure,” he said and took the last picture for today. Soon, he’d have to leave.
He walked to the front desk and saw the place where you had left the flyers. Just as Minho suspected, you had chosen the front right corner of the desk, next to where the studio cards were. It made the most sense. He’d check again tomorrow if they remained at this place or if you’d change them to a different spot again.
After a few seconds, he watched as you climbed down the stairs at a fast pace, something in your hand. You smiled widely at him and Minho couldn’t help but reciprocate the gesture.
“Give me your hand.” You requested and Minho gladly agreed. He extended his hand your way and you turned his palm to the ceiling, placing a small object in his palm. He glanced between you and the key, confused. “Tah dah!” You did some jazz hands and he had to contain his laughter. “It’s a copy of the studio’s front door key.”
His eyes looked at you faster than he intended. “Why?”
“I thought you should have it.” Minho could feel his heart wishing to jump from his chest. “You come here every day and this way you don’t have to depend on me, you can come, do what you need to do and leave. Just make sure you leave everything locked!”
“I…” Minho glanced at the key on his palm and closed his fist, gulping. “Thank you for trusting me.” He looked at you again, uncertain. “Are you sure…? I don’t mind having to come only when you’re around…”
He wanted that, actually. He wanted to enter the studio front doors and see you or ring the bell and hear your voice from upstairs or glance through the workshop’s room door window and find you inside. He didn’t want to come here on his own and find this place empty, his steps echoing in the silence. You made this place. You were the only reason why he came by so often, why he wanted to come here. If you weren’t here, then what was the point?
“I’m sure, yes.” You gave him a reassuring smile and part of him wished you hadn’t. “But… feel free to text me. I might come by and say hi. If I’m not already here, that is.”
“Of course.” He smiled. “I’ll do that.”
He saved the key in his jacket inner pocket, next to the flyer you had given him earlier. He cleared his throat, ready to say his goodbyes to you when he saw a man enter the studio.
His eyes followed your gaze and he watched as your smile widened, your eyes softening.
“Did I come in bad timing?” The man asked, smiling brightly at you.
You quickly walked closer to him, arms wide open and kissed him. Minho gulped and looked away, something inside of him shattering. He cleared his throat softly, glancing one more time at the paintings he had just photographed. Maybe one more round of photos would be a good idea.
“What are you doing here?” You asked with your hands on his shoulders, his lips kissing your cheek softly. “I thought we’d meet at my place.”
“I thought I’d surprise you,” he said, letting go of you. He looked around the place and Minho returned to his task, photographing the painting in front of him. “Did your father paint all of these?”
“Yes,” you said proudly and grabbed his hand, guiding him to one of the walls where several paintings were on display. “Would you like to hear the stories behind them?”
“Maybe at some other time?” He asked, leaning in to kiss you. You stopped him and he sighed. “I came to pick you up, Y/N. I don’t have the time for that right now.”
Minho cleared his throat loudly this time and fixed his jacket. Part of him broke for you. Even though he couldn’t see your face, he imagined your eyes would turn sad, but you’d keep that smile you always had that Minho knew meant you were hurting.
“You’re here early, Chan!” You counter-argued. After a pause, you added. “Fine. At least, take a look at this.”
You happily walked towards the front desk and grabbed one of the flyers and gave it to Chan. He glanced at it and then looked at you, expectantly.
“I’m starting to teach workshops again! I’m throwing one next weekend for close friends and you’re invited!”
He nodded and smiled. Minho could feel his jaw clenching when he saw the way Chan looked at you. Chan didn’t understand how much this meant to you, he couldn’t even celebrate this small achievement with you.
“That’s… good? But I can’t do it next weekend.” He leaned in and kissed you again as if to wash away the pain Minho was certain you were feeling. “I’m sorry.”
He wasn’t sorry. Minho recognized this same attitude from Hana. How he’d share his ideas and achievements and she’d ignore him, how she rarely acknowledged him. How whenever he invited her for something meaningful to him, she’d always disregard it, stating she was busy, or how she wasn’t interested.
Minho’s heart broke for you. He watched as you tried to keep your smile after parting from Chan’s lips, how your eyes had that veil of sadness that would quickly vanish after a blink. How you gulped as if shoving the words you wanted to say down your throat.
Minho saw it all. Still, he had to pretend he hadn’t seen it. He cleared his throat and this time you looked at him. He smiled at you, hoping his eyes would show how much he felt for you.
“I’ll go now. Thank you for the key.” He turned to Chan and extended a hand his way, shaking it. “Lee Minho. I am working with Y/N to get her father’s paintings in an art gallery.”
“Bang Chan. I’m Y/N’s boyfriend.”
Minho glanced at you, watching as Chan’s revelation made you somewhat uncomfortable. Were you dating? Or did he think you were dating? Minho had to remind himself that your love life, your life, was none of his business.
He returned Chan a polite smile and let go of his hand, waving at you on his way out. Minho wanted to look back and see if you were staring at him or if you were talking to Chan as if you didn’t miss Minho. Part of him didn’t want to leave. But he had to. Now that you were with Chan, it didn’t make sense for him to stay for much longer.
~ 🎨 ~
Chan’s apartment was just what you had expected. Located in one of the newest parts of the northern margin of the river, it had a privileged view of the grand park, a park too big for you to find its ending. It was modern and luxurious but not in an ostentatious way.
Still, Chan’s apartment felt empty to you. Maybe it was because of how you were feeling now, but you couldn’t get over how bare it was. The walls had barely any decorations, the rooms only had the essentials and the living room consisted of things that didn’t remind you of Chan in any way. Or maybe, it was because you didn’t know him that well. Still, he had told you he didn’t want to invest in decorating this apartment because he was planning on moving out soon.
“Where?” You asked him watching him prepare dinner. You could tell he barely cooked here. You suspected that he only used this place to sleep and nothing more. Chan lived for his work, after all. Everything else, including you, was less important to him.
“I don’t know yet, depends on where my career takes me,” he answered unbothered. Then he stopped and turned to look at you. “I’m not going far, don’t worry.”
That somehow gave you comfort. However, there was something inside of you that was bothering you and that you couldn’t ignore. You had to talk to him about it. You could no longer pretend it wasn’t there.
“Why… did you tell Minho you were my boyfriend?” You carefully asked, anticipating his reaction. “We… didn’t talk about it.”
You didn’t like it. You didn’t want it. That label, the implications it carried, the emotion associated with it, those were things you couldn’t give to Chan.
“It just felt right,” he said. He continued what he was doing, unaware of the weight of his words, of how conflicted you were feeling right now.
“It… doesn’t feel right to me…”
The words came weakly, one by one, as you kept your gaze on him. Chan slowly stopped and turned around to look at you. Was it shock, worry, surprise, or heartbreak that greeted his face? You couldn’t tell.
“What do you mean?” He asked in disbelief and you watched as he kept his distance from you, leaning on the counter behind him. “I mean… we’ve been going out, I invited you to have dinner at my place… isn’t this dating?”
You shook your head, not breaking your gaze from him. “You think we are. But I don’t think we are.”
“Why?” He raised his voice, unpleasantly. “I don’t understand…”
“I can’t be your girlfriend, Chan. I…” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “I don’t want to be your girlfriend.”
You watched as Chan’s expression went through different stages of understanding. Shock, confusion, regret, disappointment, heartbreak.
“I like it when we’re together and I enjoy your company and the time we spend together,” you said slowly, watching his face turning red. “But you don’t love me, Chan. You like the idea of having me by your side, someone you can flaunt around and shower with gifts, but that’s not what I want. I need more than just material things. I-”
“So what do you want, then?!” He asked, his face red from anger. “I… I gave you…everything, didn’t I? I took you to nice restaurants, I bought you nice jewellery…” He messed up his hair and started to pace around the kitchen, avoiding your gaze. “I… I don’t… get it. What did I do wrong?!”
“So what was this?!” He leaned closer to you, his eyes carrying all the hurt in the world. “What was this for the past few weeks? We were just fooling around? Did this even mean anything to you? You… I thought you were ok with all of this, Y/N. I thought we were on the same page, that this was what we were supposed to do. And now you tell me that I’ve been wrong all of this time?”
“I have tried to tell you, Chan.” He shook his head and moved away from you. You didn’t expect that being honest with him would lead to this reaction from him. “When I asked you to do things I enjoyed when I asked you to be a part of my world… I was asking you to meet me fully. Every time we hang out it’s always your choice. My friends are not worthy of your company, my hangout spots are not worthy of your time. And I can’t pretend this isn’t bothering me, not when you think everything is fine between us. It isn’t, Chan.”
He let out a nervous laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. For a while, you watched as he paced around the kitchen, trying to make some sense of what you were telling him. You were hoping that he would understand what you were saying, that you wanted to give the two of you a chance and that you were being honest with him so you could work through this and be better for each other. But he didn’t. He didn’t listen. And you didn’t even know if he cared about your feelings.
“Maybe you should go.” His eyes were filled with rage when he looked at you. “I’ll call you a cab if I have to but you should go.”
“Chan, we can talk this out. I am not saying these things be-”
“I don’t want you here!” He spat out the words as if they were poisonous, his eyes filled with rage and disappointment as he gestured to his front door. “Just go.”
You let out a sob you didn’t even know you were holding inside and nodded. Everything else was done in silence. You left his kitchen, his eyes following you like a gun pointed to the back of your head. You grabbed your purse and your jacket, holding back your tears. You walked out of his apartment and entered the elevator and allowed yourself to cry, to sob for a while.
What had you just done? Part of you felt stupid, foolish, idiotic. What you had with Chan was good and you enjoyed it so why did you have to go and ruin it?
But there was another part of you that asked you to be realistic. Chan would continue to give, to give what he thought you needed, what he wanted you to need. And you’d give him the bare minimum because you couldn’t give him more. After all, he didn’t bother to let you give him more of you.
Chan deserved better. Someone happy to be by his side. Someone who would fit into his world as he wanted them to, who would love the gifts and the expensive dinners and getaways. Right now, that wasn’t you.
And you’d never be that person. You couldn’t ignore what you liked and loved just to make someone else happy, no matter how much you liked or loved them. And you couldn’t keep your feelings to yourself, not when you knew the consequences of not speaking them out loud.
But all of this still hurt. And you still cried. After all, there was a big chance you had lost Chan as a friend. And oh, how a great friend he was. How a great friend he had been to you.
~ 🎨 ~
Minho didn’t expect to use to studio’s key so early. However, when he was leaving the art gallery to go home, he remembered that he had forgotten what Mr Yang had prepared for him at the front desk. Afraid that the food might get spoiled, he decided to drive by before heading home.
He drove in silence, the window by his side open to let some air enter his car. As he crossed the bridge, the sound of traffic grew stronger as more cars were driving in the same direction as he was. A lot of people worked on the northern side of the river but lived on the opposite side.
He’d stop in traffic and drive, stop and drive again. What he expected to be a quick rendezvous ended up taking longer. When he reached the historical part of the town, he had a hard time finding a place to park. You had warned him that this part of the city often came alive at night and maybe tonight was one of those nights. If Minho had time, he’d check what was going on. It was better than going home alone and spending his time awake, waiting for the sun to rise again.
After a few minutes, Minho finally found a place to park his car. He quickly stepped out and located himself, understanding which street he was on and where he’d have to turn to get to the studio. He realized he was near Yang’s restaurant. Before heading home, he’d probably stop by and say hi, thank them for the meal.
He walked for a while, watching as some stores were already closed and how most streets were now decorated with beautiful fairy lights in different colours and different designs that made them much better to walk at night. Each road had its design which made them unique and special to visit. He wondered when these had been placed, he was only noticing them now.
Finally, he arrived at the studio. He grabbed the key from his pocket and smiled at it softly. He checked his phone once more. Still no message from you. He stopped when he looked at the door, an eyebrow raised.
The lights inside were on, something that Minho hadn’t noticed when he left. Maybe you’d forgotten to turn them off, although he thought that would be highly unlikely, you always turned off the lights before heading out for lunch.
He sighed and unlocked the door, stepping inside. This was his mind overthinking, he just wanted his dinner. However, when he looked at the front desk, he saw your purse and your jacket in there.
You were here.
“Y/N?” He asked, waiting for an answer in return. “I just came to grab my dinner.”
However, you didn’t answer. He glanced at the workshop room, its lights turned off, the room empty. And then, he heard a loud sob. And another one. It came from upstairs.
“Y/N?” He called again louder, walking towards the end of the stairs, ignoring his dinner at the front desk. He gulped when he heard you crying, his heart sinking in his chest. He cleared his throat and fixed his suit. “I’m going there.”
He took a deep breath and slowly started to climb the stairs. You had never invited him upstairs, so he was careful on his way up. He listened, waiting for you to tell him to stop and turn around, to stop and not come upstairs. That you were ok and had just momentarily hurt yourself. But that never came and Minho was already on the upper floor.
The first thing he noticed was how much smaller this floor was. It had a storage room, the door half-closed, the light inside turned off. And in front of him, Minho saw you.
You were sitting on a bench, your back turned to him. He could see your shoulders shuddering as you sobbed, eyes focused on the view in front of you. It was a beautiful view, but Minho couldn’t focus on it while he saw you like this.
Slowly, he walked closer to you, always aware of his strange presence here. He noticed you had taken your shoes off and so he did the same. At this, you glanced back and found him.
“Hi.” Even in this broken state, you still tried to smile at him. “What are you doing here?”
Your voice was hoarse and you tried your best to hide the fact that you were hurting. You wiped the tears away from your eyes and stood up, walking towards Minho.
“I… forgot my dinner,” he said, never taking his eyes from your face. “I saw the lights were on and,” he gulped, “I heard you… cry.”
“I’ll be fine,” you said and tried to give him a reassuring smile. “I mean it.”
But Minho had looked at you too many times to know that you were lying. Your smile didn’t match the pain in your eyes and the redness on your face told him that whatever this was, it was something that you had been crying about for a while. It was something that broke you, something that hurt you deeply. And part of Minho broke and hurt with you too.
Without thinking twice, he walked closer to you and wrapped you in his embrace without saying anything. He felt the tension of your body melting away as you wrapped your arms around him, your sobs starting quietly and then increasing in sound and intensity.
Minho let you be, caressing your back softly, as you cried and let everything out. There was nothing he could say that would make you feel better so he just allowed himself to stay like this, with your arms wrapped around him, letting all your suffering out.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered in between sobs. “I’m sorry you… have to… see me… like this.”
“Nonsense,” he whispered. “You’re allowed to break down, Y/N. You don’t have to be strong all the time.”
Your grip around him tightened as if you didn’t want to let him go and he returned it. Partially because he didn’t want to let you go and partially because he wanted you to know that he was here for you.
“You have no moral to give me advice,” you said looking at him. He smiled at the soft smile on your features. “You also act tough all the time. You’re probably a marshmallow under all this iron you carry.”
He couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. This comment told Minho that you were already feeling better. He caressed your cheeks softly, wiping away your tears from under your eyes.
“Do you feel better?” He asked, cupping your face so he could get a better look at your face. You nodded and placed your hands on top of his, removing them from your cheeks. Minho felt your fingers going over the ring on his hand and you looked at it, studying it. He looked at your expression as you glanced at it, your fingers playing with it, moving it around, looking for something.
Minho wondered. He wondered what you were thinking about, what kind of thoughts crossed your mind as you glanced at it. He questioned if you thought of him as a fool for carrying a symbol of eternal love when his love was anything but eternal.
“She’s stupid,” you whispered, your gaze still on the ring. “Who wouldn’t want to be loved by you?”
Minho understood that he wasn’t supposed to have heard that. He gulped, his cheeks growing warmer, his eyes widening.
“Don’t settle for something less than what you deserve, Minho,” you said, your eyes meeting his with certainty. “You deserve real love, someone who truly cares for you. And you deserve to stand up for yourself and call it what it is. Even if it hurts. Do it.”
Once again, Minho wasn’t sure if you were saying those words to him or if this was what you wished to hear from him. Yet, those words resonated deeply within him. They touched him softly, but strong enough to crash down the walls he had built all his life. Someone had finally said it to him.
And that someone was you. You had told Minho he was worthy of love, real love.
His hand slipped from yours and you followed his movements. He looked at his hand, at the ring on it. All this time, he had wished for something that was never coming. All this time, Minho had waited for love from the wrong person.
He gulped and grabbed his ring, his heartbeat increasing. Once it was out of his finger, what would it mean? Would he regret it right away, wishing to put it back, missing the feeling of having it? Or would he never look back? He pondered for a few moments, wondering what would be the right thing to do.
And then, he took off the ring.
He placed it on his palm, looking at it. A bittersweet smile reached his lips, tears falling from his eyes too. From all the emotions he thought he’d be feeling in this moment, he never expected to feel this way.
Minho was relieved. He took a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding in and smiled at you. You smiled back at him and took a deep breath as well, looking at his palm.
“What are you going to do with it?”
Minho didn’t have the answer. He just knew he didn’t want to keep it, he didn’t want to save it. But maybe he’d give it to Hana, as a goodbye gift. He didn’t need it anymore. He didn’t want it anymore.
“I’m not putting it on, that’s for sure.”
He laughed, happily. He shoved the ring on the pocket of his pants, the furthest away from his heart and then he looked at you. The redness had faded slightly but your eyes were still puffy. However, you were calmer now. You weren’t sobbing heavily and the tears that felt were far in between, almost gone.
Suddenly, Minho remembered something. His smile softened as he looked at you, gesturing to the stairs behind him.
“Do you want to join me for dinner? I have enough for two.”
“I could really use some comfort food right now…” You admitted and smiled at him. “Are you sure you don’t mind sharing?”
He didn’t understand if that was a genuine question or if you truly meant it.
“I am sure,” he reassured you. “Where should we have it?”
He glanced around and you stepped out of his way, pointing to the studio where you had been earlier. For the first time tonight, Minho was able to appreciate the view, the skyline, the bridge, the nightlights. Just like his favourite painting.
“Would you like to have dinner in my studio?” You said, gesturing to the studio. “It was my father’s, but I think I am ready to rename it. Y/N’s studio.”
“It sounds nice,” he said, smiling. He was still amazed at the view, he didn’t notice you looking at him.
“I want to paint you like this,” you announced and he glanced at you surprised. He raised an eyebrow, confused. You clarified. “You look… happy. And…”
“Handsome?” He jokingly added, watching as you rolled your eyes. His eyes softened and his smile widened. “I’d like you to paint me how you see me.”
“Why?” You asked. You crossed your arms and pouted slightly. “You looked great right now! I should’ve taken a picture.”
He pretended to ignore you and started to climb down the stairs and you followed him behind. He ignored your attempts at trying to change his mind. He ignored how you argued that the light was better and that with him looking at you it would be too distracting, but he didn’t care.
Well, he did care. He cared about how you would portrait him in a painting, how you transcribe him onto a canvas. How he would influence your style, which features of him would you pay more attention to.
He cared about how you saw him. He wanted to see himself from your eyes, from your perspective.
“Let’s have dinner first,” he suggested when you were already seating next to each other at the studio. Minho noticed how everything was already set for you to take his portrait and smiled. “We have all night to discuss the details.”
“You won’t change your mind, will you?” He smiled. Maybe you knew him better than he thought you did. “You’re just trying to buy yourself some more time.”
He laughed. Wasn’t that what he was always doing? Trying to buy himself more time to spend it with you?
The two of you started to eat in silence and this time, Minho didn’t pretend he wasn’t looking at you. If he ever got the chance to paint you, he’d make sure to highlight the fire and passion in your eyes, the kindness in your smile and the lovely expression of your face.
That’s how he saw you: kind, brave, strong, beautiful.
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“sunshine~” you called for him, skipping back into the kitchen. he turned to you with a smile on his face, bowl under one arm, pulling you closer with the other. he kissed the top of your head before turning back to the counter. “what’re we making today, love?” felix took out his phone and pulled up a new brownie recipe. “this one!” he said, pointing at the screen. you read over the recipe twice and turned to the cabinets behind you to find the sugar and flour. placing them on the counter, you turned to give them to him and stopped short, noticing how the sunlight created a halo around him. how the light reflected off of his blonde hair, still messy from bed. how his shorts were covered by his hoodie, creating the illusion he had none on. you giggled at the thought and felix turned his attention to you with a curious look. “what’re you giggling at baby?” you smiled and shook your head, “just at how angelic you look right now.” he flushed and smiled, taking the containers and placing them next to the bowl. giggling, he wrapped his arms around your waist and placed a light kiss on your lips. “i’m not the only angelic one…” ignoring his comment you admired his freckles, placing one arm over his shoulder, stroking his cheek. “you’re beautiful lixie.” he relaxed into your touch and chuckled. “this is just going to be back and forth complements isn’t it, my love?” “yes. yes it is. you’re so pretty lix.” “and you are too. your my beautiful baby and i won’t let you disagree with me,” he booped your nose, continuing, “so let’s do these brownies and we’ll go meet the guys for lunch.” you stood on your tiptoes and kissed his nose before turning him around. “yes let’s. before i can’t stop myself from kissing you.” felix laughed, hugging your waist and wrapping an apron around you.
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Flufftober D21: Angelic Amaryllis - Hyunjin
Flufftober 2021 Masterlist
Stray Kids Masterlist
Pairing: Hyunjin x GN Reader
Genre: Fluff, Coworkers Au
Summary: When you first met Hyunjin you thought he was just an annoying, cocky playboy. Now you think he’s annoying, cocky, but also adorable as all heck.
Warnings: Hyunjin is a little playfully (annoyingly) cocky, and reader teases him a little bit.
Word Count: 387
“Like what you see?” Hyunjin asked as you watched him while tying on your work apron. He was attractive, but it wasn’t like you were currently staring at him because of his looks. Instead, it was because you wanted to determine what kind of piece he was working on as he pulled various flowers together into something less traditional than a bouquet.
“No, there’s something on your face.” You quip back, snickering as he flushes a little moving to check his reflection to see if there was anything, not wanting to walk around without correcting that.
“Hey, that wasn’t very nice!” Hyunjin pouts a little, turning to you when he doesn’t find anything. While you laugh a little bit.
“Sorry Hyunjinnie, but what do you expect when you’re always asking stuff like that? I gotta mess with you a little bit too.” You muse slipping your tools into the pockets on the apron before stepping over to look over his work.
Hyunjin handing you a pink alstroemeria lily, “Here, I have an extra and for once maybe then I can do something other than annoy you while we’re here together. Besides, they’re looking especially beautiful this year, so it would be a shame to waste it.”
You hum, taking the delicate flower between your fingers before carefully pinning it to the neck tie of your apron, “Thank you. do you know what the meaning of pink alstroemerias is?”
Hyunjin smirks a little, nodding before his focus returns to what he was working on, “I do. That may have been another reason why I wanted to give that one to you.”
You blink, before feeling heat rush to your cheeks as you look again at the pink flower. Pondering the meaning of it yourself, friendship turned to love. Perhaps you were overthinking this...or perhaps this was his way of confessing. Either way, you had your own work to get to, orders to be completed by the end of the day. Hyunjin worried throughout the day over your lack of verbal response to his nonverbal confession, still, you weren’t acting odd by any means so it gave him hope. Especially when he returned from lunch to let you go, only to find a red chrysanthemum delicately laid on his freshly cleaned work table.
red chrysanthemum: meaning ‘I love you’
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welcome to the 'STRAY Office'! here, you'll find my masterlist of works for STRAY KIDS, mainly one shots, and series!
[ KEY ] a: angst - f: fluff - h: humor - r: romance
BANG CHAN ˖ ࣪⊹방찬
이민호 ˖ ࣪⊹ LEE MINHO
서창빈 ˖ ࣪⊹ SEO CHANGBIN
황현진 ˖ ࣪⊹ HWANG HYUNJIN
mailbox: 📭 – shipping!
한지성 ˖ ࣪⊹ HAN JISUNG
LEE FELIX ˖ ࣪⊹ 이용복
김승민 ˖ ࣪⊹ KIM SEUNGMIN
양정인 ˖ ࣪⊹ YANG JEONGIN
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[5:42am] You don't remember falling asleep. In your head you watched the movie through to the end, though you can't say for sure what happened in the last hour of it. You blink sleepily. The TV screen is black, provably having turned off automatically a long time ago. Turning to shift your position, you realise you can't; your husband is half on top of you, his arms and legs wrapped around the side of your body like a koala. Chan’s chin in tucked into the small juncture inbetween your neck and shoulder, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and his legs just below. Felix hugs your left side, his head dropped onto your shoulder, one arm thrown over your lap as he cuddles up into your side. You smile down at your best friend, his face slack and vulnerable with sleep. Turning your head, you gently kiss Chan’s cheek before doing your best to pull your arms out of their hold without waking them up, and when you finally manage to free them, you shake them out, feeling jelly. With a yawn, you reach for another blanket and drape it over the three of you, making sure you're all as warm as possible despite the steady currents of heat the boys are radiating beside you. Then you slide each arm around Chan and Felix, hugging them closer as they automatically snuggle up to you even more, quietly murmuring in their sleep. Their bodies are warm at your touch, their breathing tickling your skin as you snuggle into them, seeking out their warmth and unique cosy scents. Shutting your eyes, you immediately fall asleep again, wrapped up in your favourite arms.
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Hearing the absolute mess in the kitchen you couldn't help but smile as the laugh of your beautiful boyfriend rang through the dorm.
It was always chaos when Minho and the boys cooked but it usually ended up successful despite the odds. As you enter the doorway to the kitchen the love you felt for the boys appeared clear on your face.
It was Chan who first noticed you by the door giving you a knowing look before returning his attention back to Seungmin. Then it was Jeongin the young boy nudging Changbin when he saw the love struck gaze across your face.
When your boyfriend finally looks up from annoying Han the smile he sends your way reminds you of how easy it was to fall for him despite all the hardships at the start of your relationship.
The man you fell in love with picks you up with ease carrying you away from prying eyes and cheeky comments. Causing so much hassle only for him to pout and demand kisses from "The most beautiful person in the world!".
This is the person you chose to love and you wouldn't have it any other way. Who would have thought this most stone faced man would be the one to melt your heart?
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Stray kids reaction to you saying “I hate you” as a prank
Warnings: swearing, excessive use of emojis because I have no self control
Mmm depends on how u say it
If ur like I hate u 🤪
Then he’ll laugh and say “no u don’t silly”
But if ur like “ugh I hate u 😒”
Oh no channie feels so bad
He doesn’t even know what he did but he doesn’t want u to be upset :((((
He walks over to u and back hugs u trying to get a look at ur face
Ur looking away from him because ur trying not to laugh but channie just thinks ur upset :((
“Baby what’s wrong :(( are u okay :((“
This is too much for u and so u double over laughing with ur hand covering ur mouth
because of ur position HE THINKS UR CRYING NO 😭
this is where he freaks tf out
He crouches down in front of u in a panic
Only to see ur in fact not crying but laughing at him
He stands up with a relieved but frustrated look on his face
“You idiot!! You scared me!”
Poor boy omg give him kisses for the heart attack u just gave him
10/10 hilarious prank if ur a good actor
He does not care lol
He just keeps eye contact with u blinking slowly for like 5 minutes
If he’s eating he just maintains eye contact while putting food in his mouth
Bro ur so embarrassed 😭
U walk away from him and he just goes back to what he was doing
He’s so lame lmao
When u get over being embarrassed and sit next to him he’ll pat u on the shoulder and call u an idiot
Says this nerd 🙄
Bitch u better take that back rn
He’s ready to fight u
He stares at u for a minute then stands up and walks over to u
Bro it’s kinda intimidating so u start laughing nervously
He’ll reach u and just be like
“Oh u think that’s funny?” while he tickles the life out of u
He will not stop until u tell him u love him
Even then he might tickle u extra for good measure
Yeah playing this prank on him doesn’t go well for u
It goes great for him tho
He gets to hear ur pretty laugh
Sorry did u not hear me WHINE
He’s such a crybaby if u so much as make a mean face at him he’s filing divorce papers
When u say u hate him he goes ???
Then he goes through the stages of grief
First he’s like “Yah! You did not just say that!”
Then anger “How dare u!!”
“Take it back rn!!! 😠” bargaining
Then depression “Wahhh why don’t u love meee :((“
Finally he reaches acceptance and at that point ur doubled over laughing at him and he’s like “ur pranks are unfunny now say u love me”
He’s a dramatic idiot please forgive him
^^exact representation of his facial expressions when u tell him u hate him
First he is shocked that u said that
Then he is pouty
Because how could u :((
Ji pouts at u for the rest of the day
Even if u apologize he doesn’t care ur still getting the puppy eyes
He follows u around the house not saying a word only 🥺
Ur gonna have to smooch his entire face before he leaves u alone
And then he’ll tell u ur terrible at playing pranks :)
🥺🥺 part 2
He looks so sad :((
It’s a 50/50 chance he’s not actually sad and is just messing with u
He gives u his best puppy eyes and pouts
“Whaaa? No u love me hmph!”
Lmao he launches himself at u and doesn’t let go until u say u love him
Tell him u love him rn!!
He gets so giggly at u and ur prank
When u say u love him he gives u his ^◡^ face
He’s so cute
Big toothy grin at u nd ur antics
He knows ur not serious because ?? look at him he’s so pretty no one could ever hate him 💅🏻
So he just kinda grins and opens his mouth a bit (yknow the look he does when one of the boys gets on his nerves? Yeah that one)
He gets playfully frustrated at u and grabs u around the waist forcing u against his chest
He says he’s not gonna let u go until u take it back
And u don’t take it back so he keeps holding u
Then he squeezes the hell out of u so u say u love him
“Ow ow! Fine I love u 🙄” < u
“Yayyy 😁” < him
So damn cute I hurt
He just looks up from as phone at u like :(
That’s the only face he makes during this prank
U start laughing at him and he frowns even more
“Bby I was kidding!” U say trying to fix his face 😭
He just looks back at his phone still frowning
U skip over to him laughing and give him a little side hug as an apology
He just kinda rolls his eyes and pats u in the arm before going back to what he was doing
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You're My Art
Summary: You have always loved art. You loved sketching, colouring, painting, you name it. You have always thought that people could never appreciate art like you do. All the people you knew at least, didn’t. However, it all changed when you met him.
Theme: college au, strangers to friends to lovers
Genre: very fluffy
Pairing: Art Student!Hyunjin x GN!Reader
a/n: Have you seen this boy's artworks? He is so talented, I find his drawings and paintings so satisfying to look at 🥺 So just picture falling in love with Art Student Hyunjin. Oh, what a beautiful feeling that would be.
Ever since you were 6, you have always loved art. Every year, your parents would get you arts and craft sets for your birthday present. You had a whole shelf of all your art supplies and it only expanded as you got older. From just sketch books and colour pencils, to canvases, a whole array of paints, brushes, easels, etc. Your family appreciates your art despite most of it being abstract with no actual object or person as a main focus. Your friends and schoolmates however, don’t really understand your art.
Your friends were at least quite respectful about it while everyone else just straight up calls your artwork hideous or meaningless. It upsets you that no one seems to truly appreciate and see art like you do. It always baffles you whenever a classmate of yours just snickers at your artwork during class and goes, “Even a toddler can draw better than you.”
That comment was unnecessary and it deeply offended you. It made you feel slightly insecure about your art.
Is it really that bad?
Am I not doing it right?
Is my art really meaningless?
These questions floated around your head for quite a while until your parents reassured you by saying that people just don’t appreciate art like you do. Since then, you’ve been living with that mindset that your parents had rooted into your brain. Every time someone criticizes your artwork, you will just remember your dad’s words.
“They just don’t have a creative mind to appreciate art enough.”
Not gonna lie, it made you not care if someone doesn’t like your artwork anymore. It made you understand that art is not for everyone and that it’s okay.
After you graduated high school, you decided to go to a college which specializes in just Art courses. A whole variety of courses were available that ranged from performing arts to fine arts. As for you, you of course chose fine arts that involve painting and sketching rather than performing and dancing. Unfortunately for you, the school was in a whole different city from your hometown so you decided to move out and find a cosy yet affordable apartment near campus.
You managed to rent a studio apartment that was just nice for one person to live in. And of course, you turned the living space into literally, your art space with a single bed in the corner for where you sleep and that’s about it. Everything else is for your art space except the kitchen and bathroom. Even so, you were very content with this.
Art was your hobby but most importantly, your passion. You have no idea where you would be right now if you hadn’t loved art this much.
You were going to start school in two days but you were already excited. When you submitted your portfolio to the school for your college application, you included all your previous artwork from when you were young, up till present. You explained about your interest and what made you love art.
Though you weren’t confident in earning a spot in the course, you managed to get in and it blew your mind away.
This particular college has been your dream school ever since you were halfway through high school. The amount of good reviews and amazing achievements that the students who graduated from this school gave you just enough motivation to work hard and get into the course you’ve been aiming for.
And here you are.
Just two days away from the start of your journey in college life doing the thing you loved most and that was art. It still feels so surreal to you. No more mathematics, no more chemistry, no more history…
Upon arriving at the campus grounds, you inhaled a long breath of fresh air. The morning breeze filling your nostrils as you smiled to yourself. “This is it. No more worrying about other subjects. Just you and art, Y/N. You can do this.” You thought to yourself while you checked your schedule in your email to find your classroom.
Once you made it, you noticed the door hanging ajar as students began to slowly pile in. Considering nobody was talking to each other, you assumed you were in the right class.
You managed to find a seat near the middle of the room as there were about 20 seats scattered around the room with art supplies next to each wooden round chair. After you’ve settled down in one, you curiously glance around the room to see your classmates. Usually, you’re not the type of person who is considered friendly but you’re not really arrogant either.
You’re okay if others approached you first, you just weren’t the type to come up to strangers and strike up the first conversation. Which is something you’ve been struggling with.
So when you accidentally locked eyes with a guy sitting right next to your seat, you flashed him a friendly smile and said softly in hopes that he would be nice to you, “Hello.” You almost wanted the ground to swallow you whole as the guy simply ignored you and went ahead to turn his back to you before taking out his art materials from his backpack.
Oh. Right. This is exactly why you hated making the first move into making new friends.
With that being said, you awkwardly nodded to yourself and whispered a very soft ‘okay’.
As the time goes by, you realize that everyone in the class seems to be pretty unfriendly. None of them were talking to each other. Some were openly staring and judging other students like they were in some kind of competition.
You don’t understand why they were doing that because you were all classmates and at the end of the day, art is supposed to be carefree. No art is too much or too boring. Every single piece of artwork has its own essence and meaning to it, you just need to be open minded and have a creative mind to appreciate them.
Unfortunately, it seems as though you have been placed with a group of artists who only see their art as the best and the most pleasant one to look at. None of them see and appreciate art like you do.
What a great start to your first semester.
As much as you thought that college would allow you to meet new people who share the same perspective and appreciation as you in art, it looks like you were wrong. Your classmates weren’t only arrogant, but they’re also competitive. It’s fine though, you just have to focus on the art content and your professor.
Who cares if you don’t make any friends in college? The only thing that matters is that you’re expanding your skills and knowledge on something you love.
It has been almost 3 months now since your first class and it wasn’t a surprise that you were still alone with no particular friends in class. Some were on their own just like you, some were acquainted in pairs, and some were already in a group. At first you did wonder why nobody bothered to befriend you.
Was it because you were too unapproachable?
Was it because of all your artwork?
Was it because they see you as a competition?
You have absolutely no idea. You couldn’t even bring yourself to think of a reason why they decided to leave you out so you resorted to just minding your own business and not giving a single shit about what they think of you and your art.
It was a rainy Friday evening and you didn’t really have anywhere to go so you decided to just stay home and paint. You wore your art apron to protect your clothes from the coloured paint and soon, you began to let the brush in your hand move to its own accord. Not bothering to draw a base outline of what you intended on painting. After about 3 hours of focus, you finally took a few steps back to admire the piece you created.
It was a landscape picture of the ocean from the top of the hill which overlooks the huge cliffs along the side, the waves crashing onto shore below and the pretty sun setting in the horizon.
You smiled, feeling proud of yourself for doing this freehand. This has been something you’ve wanted to try for so long and you finally managed to do it with the help of your professor during the past few classes. Usually, you would draw a very light sketch on the canvas for the outline and then you would use that as a guideline for where to colour and paint.
Hence, the reason why you felt proud for creating this art piece free handed.
Just then, you could’ve sworn it sounded like a dragon was in your studio apartment due to the rumbling sound of your stomach. Oh damn. You were so engrossed in painting, you forgot to eat your dinner. There wasn’t any leftover food from lunch and you still hadn’t gone to the supermarket to buy your groceries yet for the weekend and potentially next week.
With that being said, you decided to go for your grocery run in the dead of night. Well, not really. It’s only 12:27am.
Yes. Only 12:27am.
Since you were hungry, you might as well grab something to eat and buy your groceries too, you thought.
So about 10 minutes later, you arrived at the 24 hour local supermarket to get your groceries. You remembered to make a list of things to buy in case you forgot. The fact that it was past midnight, the supermarket was quite barren save for some families and a few young adults like you who were probably starving and wanted to grab some snacks to eat at home.
You were just scanning the shelves for your favourite box of instant pancake mix when you noticed the last box is at the very top of the racks. Not only that, you were too short to even reach it.
However, because you wanted it and you have been craving to have pancakes for breakfast these days, you made it your mission to get that box no matter what.
With that being said, you began to stand on your tippy toes and stretched your arm out as far as you can to even reach for the corner of the box. Of course it had to be a few inches away from the very end of the shelves, making it nearly impossible for you to grab it. After a few failed attempts to try and take it without jumping or climbing, you tried to jump and reach for the box. Much to your dismay, the box fell back.
Well, that didn’t go too well, did it?
“Shit… How the hell am I supposed to take it now?” You softly whined to no one in particular as you rested both hands on your hips. You were starting to contemplate on getting a staff to help or climb the shelves and take it yourself.
However, while you were busy thinking and struggling for the past few minutes, you didn’t even realize that some people who had been walking past the aisle you’re in, had seen you the whole time you were jumping and straining your arms to get the box. And yet, nobody bothered to help you.
You weren’t giving up just yet so you began to stand on your tiptoes again to try and reach for the box. Right at that moment, a soft voice spoke up from behind you as you turned over your shoulder to find a cute guy staring at you with a finger pointing towards the highest rack on the shelves where your pancake box is.
“Do you need some help getting that?” He asked to which you quickly replied to avoid seeming like a creep for staring at him too long.
“U-Uh… Yes please. Sorry to trouble you.” You said before stepping aside and telling him which box you wanted.
The male nods as he steps forward and extends his arm up, easily grabbing the pancake box from the rack with little to no effort at all. Of course, he’s tall. Way taller than you to be more precise. He had jet black hair that was at least an inch above his shoulders. He tied his hair up in a half up do with small strands of hair tucked out of his ponytail to frame his face on either side.
Damn, he is so cute.
He soon gave you the box to which you took it from his hand and smiled at him politely as you said, “Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome.” He said before returning your smile by doing the same. The minute he left, you couldn’t help but wonder…
Does he live around here?
Which school does he go to?
What is his name?
Does he have a girlfriend?
Today was a bright and sunny Wednesday morning. The sun was out blaring down on you, the heat was crazy. Thankfully, you managed to arrive on campus before your body became a sweaty mess. Walking to your art building with your air pods in and music blasting through its speakers, you quietly bopped your head to the beat of the song. Completely in your own little bubble.
When you arrived in class, most of the seats were already occupied, save for yours and two others.
Not long after you walked in, the remaining two students entered. You placed your bag down on the ground beside your chair as you went to take some brushes from the table. Some were busy chatting with each other while some just minded their own business.
You had just taken a box of paint and turned around to put on your side stand when your cup got knocked off the stand and onto the ground with a loud thud. You cursed under your breath as you placed the box of paint down and was about to reach for the cup when a hand had already grabbed it.
“I think you dropped this.”
You watched as the person held the cup in his hand that extended out towards you. That’s when you finally glance up to meet the same guy who helped you the other day with your box of pancake mix in the supermarket.
“U-Uh… Thanks.” You said quietly to which he smiled, causing his eyes to disappear into two adorable crescent moons.
“You’re welcome.” He said and you wondered…
Does he remember you?
Hmm. Maybe he doesn’t.
“Have you made pancakes with the box of mix yet?” He suddenly asked.
Okay, maybe he does.
“H-Huh? Oh! Y-Yeah! I actually made it for breakfast the next morning.” You said, making him chuckle. Just then, you noticed he was still standing and there were no other seats available so you couldn’t help but ask, “I don’t mean to sound rude, but are you new here?”
He nodded in response before telling you that he just transferred from his previous college. He didn’t go into details as to why he transferred but all you needed to know was that he’s a new student to the class. So you asked him to sit down in your chair just in time for your professor to walk in. You excused yourself to go and approach your professor, telling him that he has a new student joining your class from today onwards and that he doesn’t have a seat.
Upon this new information, your professor contacted the department staff to bring in an extra seat and art equipment for the new student.
When you went back to join him, who was seated quietly on your stool, he turned to you and asked for your name.
“I’m Y/N. You are?” You asked.
“I’m Hyunjin. It’s nice to meet you.” He smiled. His smile could easily cure sadness.
“How long have you been into art?” He asked.
“Since I was 6. I’ve always found it fun and cool to look at. Especially ones that don’t have any specific object to focus on.”
“Me too! I mean, I usually draw or paint a specific thing but I do like seeing abstract art. It just gets me to imagine and be creative with what the art wants to portray itself to me.” Hyunjin explained. You were stunned. Nobody has ever said this to you. No one has ever said they liked abstract art. All these years, people have only asked you the same questions and said the same thing over and over again.
What is so nice about abstract art? It’s just pointless and ugly.
Why do people even paint those? It’s horrendous.
What do you even see in these streaks? They’re just lines.
If this is what you call art, then it’s rubbish.
So for someone to say this to you, it honestly surprises you. His comment definitely wasn’t seen coming. Unfortunately, Hyunjin mistakes your silence for something negative. Hence, the reason why he quietly spoke up, “Did I… say something wrong?”
With that being said, you’ve never panicked so fast in your life.
“What? No! No, it’s just… No one has ever said that to me before. The people I know have always been very negative and not understanding about art, more specifically abstract art. No one in my life has ever appreciated art like I do. That’s why I was a little shocked when you said that.” You explained yourself and you could see the way his eyes softened as he stared at you while you spoke.
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. It must be tough to always hear those comments being said to you, huh?” He asked gently to which you shrugged your shoulders at him.
“I learned to ignore them over time. My dad told me this sentence and I’ve never been bothered by those people ever since. He said ‘they just don’t have a creative mind to appreciate art enough’ and I completely agree.” You smiled. Hyunjin nods because he too has the same mindset.
Not long after, one of the school staff brought in an extra stool complete with new art materials and equipment for Hyunjin, in which he helped by taking the stool and putting it just next to your space. The minute the professor was about to start, Hyunjin turned to you with a bright smile and whispered to you softly so that he wouldn’t interrupt the professor while he teaches.
“Don’t listen to what those people say.”
“Mmm, definitely won’t.” You replied, earning a soft chuckle followed by a nod before he turned back to the front of the class where your professor was teaching something new.
Maybe you would have a friend in college after all.
About two hours later, lunch time came rolling in. While everyone was busy keeping their art materials including yourself, a soft tap to your shoulder made you turn around to find Hyunjin standing there with his bag already hanging off his shoulder.
“Hey, um… Can I join you for lunch?” He asked.
“Yeah, of course.” You said as he patiently waited for you to finish packing. However, the minute you were about to walk off with him, Hyunjin stopped for a moment as he glanced behind him to where the other students were just chatting away while they slowly made their way to the back door.
“Aren’t your other friends coming?” He asked, to which you turned to look at where he was staring at. That’s when you realized that he may have thought that they were your friends.
“Oh, they’re not my friends... To be fair, I don’t have any friends in this class. I mean, not that I have any outside class either but yeah.” You explained as he looked at you with a confused expression. Nonetheless, both of you began walking towards the main building where the food hall was. You both chatted and got to know each other a little more during your walk. You found out that he has been interested in art not too long ago and to add on to that, he also loves photography. More specifically, film photography.
You ended up buying lunch and sat at the rooftop garden where there’s peace and quiet instead of being surrounded by other rowdy college students in the food hall. Turns out, after a few minutes of talking and joking around, you and Hyunjin shared quite a few things in common other than your interest in art.
Right before lunch ends, Hyunjin looks up from his can of soda and smiles at you, only to make a very bold statement that makes your heart feel warm.
“Let’s be friends from here on out.”
Without a struggle to respond to his words, you smiled as you raised your can of soda to him and gestured in a ‘cheers’ motion while you said, “To the start of our friendship.” Hyunjin soon clinks his can against yours.
“To the start of our friendship.” He repeated your words before you both said cheers and drank your sodas.
Days turned into weeks and your friendship with Hyunjin grew even stronger with the time that passed. No doubt he is your friend, you can't deny the fact that he is really good looking. His visuals are definitely a bonus point to his personality. Not only is he cute but he is also kind hearted. He is just a pure sweetheart that wouldn’t even hurt a fly.
And at this point, after 4 months of knowing him, it was quite obvious that your feelings for him had blossomed.
You just wished you could say the same for him.
It was a Saturday afternoon, you had just gotten back from your errands and Hyunjin asked if you wanted to hangout later in the day since it was the weekend. You asked where he wanted to go. He suggested going ice skating then getting some ice cream waffles in which you easily agreed to it.
A few hours later, you had already showered and changed into a new set of clothes. Hyunjin said he’s going to pick you up so while waiting for him to arrive, you went to your phone that was charging on your desk to scroll through your social media. Upon clicking your Instagram app, you saw at the top of your newsfeed page, Hyunjin’s account with a new story he posted. So you clicked on it and it was a mirror shot of him.
He was wearing a white shirt, skinny jeans and a bomber jacket. It might look like a simple outfit but he looks so good in them.
“I swear, he’s gonna be the death of me one of these days.” You whispered to yourself just in time to receive a message bubble from him saying he’s arrived downstairs so you quickly grabbed your things and left, not forgetting to lock your front door.
The moment you left your apartment complex, he was seen leaning against his parked jeep beside the pavement. He was in the same outfit as the one in his Instagram story post.
Breathe Y/N. Breathe.
The closer you got, you start to notice the accessories he wore. The silver chain bracelets on his right hand, the smart watch on his left hand, the simple necklace around his neck, the rings on some of his fingers, the dangling earring on one ear…
Hwang Hyunjin, I swear…
You’ve seen him with some of these accessories before but for some reason, today just hits you differently and you wonder why. Once you were about 5 steps away, he looked up to meet your eyes and soon, his own eyes disappeared into two crescent moons when he smiled at you.
“Hey! You’re late.” He then pouted, jutting out his bottom lip.
Damn it Hyunjin.
“By like, 10 seconds…” You joked, to which he rolled his eyes but you knew he never meant it. He opened the door for you and even closed it for you before going to the driver's side. He pulled out of the parking space and drove off into the distance, allowing the sight of your apartment complex to get smaller and smaller in the side mirror.
The journey to the ice skating rink wasn’t too far away as the ride consists of you two making jokes and laughing about random things. A day with him has never been a bore. You could literally go on and on about art without feeling tired or bored by it. Sometimes you would gossip about students in your class who tend to be slightly rude and egotistical towards you and Hyunjin whenever it comes to individual assignments.
They always compare either one of your artworks to theirs and if you got better scores than they did, they would throw insults over at you or Hyunjin and would even go to the extent of sabotaging your artwork.
Minutes later, you finally arrived at the indoor skating rink. Both of you abandoned the vehicle and soon entered the building. There weren't many people around so that was good.
Hyunjin and you went to the counter to rent your skating boots and also pay for the fees. Once you both, or well in this case, Hyunjin, had paid for all of it, you then made your way to the seats near the rink entrance. You weren’t good at ice skating so you didn’t know what to expect. However, Hyunjin claimed that he was an advanced ice skater and that he will guide you. All you want is for him to not make fun of you for you’re about to look like a baby giraffe learning how to walk when you’re on the ice.
Despite knowing that would happen considering it’s Hyunjin, a part of you can’t seem to be mad if he does make fun of you. After all, you would definitely make fun of yourself anyways. With that being said, the two of you began to walk towards the entrance except you were lowkey struggling to walk in those boots. Hyunjin laughed as he turned around and asked, “Can you walk?”
“Do you see me crawling?” You asked sarcastically but it only made him laugh even more.
“You will be once we’re on the ice.”
“I thought you said you were going to teach me?”
“I will. I’m just gonna warn you that it won’t be easy though.” Hyunjin said as he steps onto the ice and soon glides backwards away from you with his hands behind his back. He skates in a figure 8 twice before coming back to find you just stuck frozen by the entrance.
“How am I gonna teach you if you’re not gonna go on the ice?” Hyunjin cackles, clutching onto his stomach while he laughs.
“What if I fall?”
“Come on Y/N! We don’t have all day! Let’s go.” He insists as he grabs your hand and drags in you, making you squeak. The moment both your feet are on the ice, your heart almost jumps out of your chest from how slippery it was. You nearly fell.
Thankfully, Hyunjin was quick to wrap his other arm around your waist and maintained your balance. Your hands flew to his forearms as you heard him ask softly above you. His voice was genuinely concerned.
“Are you okay?”
To that, you glanced up to find him already staring down at you. You almost forgot how to speak from being so flustered by how close your face was with his.
“Y-Yeah… I’m fine.” You replied quietly, all of which, Hyunjin nodded and slowly pulled away from you.
The next few minutes were spent with you holding his hands throughout the entire rounds of skating in the rink. There were of course a few slips here and there but he was quick to catch you before you could faceplant the ice beneath you. An hour quickly went by and you could proudly say that you’ve barely succeeded in ice skating on your own. This would probably be the last time you try ice skating.
You left the place after returning the boots, only to then head to an ice cream waffle cafe in town. Surprisingly enough, Hyunjin pays for the dessert too. He even rejects you when you try to give him money for your share of the sweet dessert.
The only thing he said to you was, “It’s okay, my treat.” When he finally parked outside your apartment complex, he asked if he could walk you to your door.
This was the first time he ever did this.
Normally after you spend a day with him, be it from hanging out or on your way home from school, he would either just stay in his car and watch you leave or he would send you to the main entrance of your apartment complex on the days where he chose not to drive to school.
So naturally, you said okay.
You’ve known him for quite a while now, he was no longer a stranger. In fact, you could proudly refer to him as your friend at this point. Even so, neither of you has properly been to the other’s place before.
And because of that reason alone, you wanted him to know that this is your way of indirectly telling him that you’re already comfortable enough to let him know exactly where you stayed. Hyunjin follows you as you lead the way, all the while chatting and keeping your conversation going. Once you made it to your door, you turned to him and saw a small little pout on his face.
“This is my stop. Today was… interesting I would say.” You spoke up, earning a soft laugh from him before you continued, “Thanks for being patient with me in the rink though… and uh… sorry for squeezing your hands too hard. You have no idea how scared I was to not fall on my ass the entire time.”
Hyunjin laughed as he throwed his head back, a little habit of his that you adore. Silence fell upon you for a few seconds until he spoke up.
“I guess I shall leave you to rest then. Goodnight Y/N.” He said, but for some reason, you felt like doing something you’ve never done. So when he was about to walk away, that’s when you called his name softly to catch his attention. Hyunjin turns to face you with a slightly confused smile but still so soft and harmless as he hums in response.
With that being said, you closed the gap between you two and soon wrapped your arms around his waist. This caught him by surprise but he actually liked it. So to avoid misunderstandings, Hyunjin swiftly wraps his arms around your shoulders and holds you close against his chest, letting you get a good whiff of his cologne. You stayed like that for a while, pulling away only when he did.
You avoided his eyes for a brief second and you could already hear his little shy giggle.
“Why did you suddenly wanna do that?” He asked innocently.
“I… um… I’ve been having a bad week…” You said softly to which Hyunjin pouted and opened his arms again, gesturing for you to hug him. So you did. He wraps his arms around you again and it makes you feel so calm. He holds you for a few more seconds before pulling away to ask, “Feeling better now?”
“Much better. Thank you.” You giggled, earning a ruffle of your hair by him.
“Go rest. I’ll text you once I’m home.”
“Okay… Drive safe…”
“Will do. Goodnight Y/N.”
“Alright class, I will be giving you an individual assignment. The due date will be at the end of next week. Today is what… Wednesday? You have 9 days to decide on what you want to do. The theme of this assignment will be to create an art piece of something that you love most. It can be an object, a person, a place, an animal, etc. I believe you all won’t disappoint me, yes?” Your professor said, in which everyone in the room responded with a yes.
“Very well then. At the end of next week, please keep your canvases in an opaque bag. Your art work shall be kept hidden from everyone else’s view except for me. Is that clear?”
“Amazing. Class dismissed.”
Sounds of brushes being kept, canvases being put away, sketchbooks being tossed into bags filled your ears as you too did the same. Just as you were keeping your things in your bag, Hyunjin spoke up to you, causing you to turn around.
“Hey, I heard there’s a new art gallery opening downtown. Do you wanna go with me this Saturday?” He asked.
“Art gallery? Hell yeah!” You beamed in excitement as he laughed at your reaction.
“Great! I’ll pick you up at 2pm?”
“Sure. Can’t wait!” You giggled while you two left the classroom. You were asking each other about what you planned on painting for the assignment, only for you to tease him by saying it’s a secret. You joked with him about painting a portrait of yourself holding a bagel in your hands and he laughed. You already had something in mind. You already knew what you wanted to draw. However, you’re not gonna tell him. It’s an individual assignment for a reason.
But of course, that’s not the only reason why you didn’t want to tell him.
Saturday rolls in and you made it a point to wear something nice today. Nobody said anything about it being a date. You don’t have to wear nice clothes for it to be a date. Apparently, Hyunjin has the same thought too. When he told you he was downstairs, you grabbed your things from the table and soon left your apartment to avoid keeping him waiting. Once you made it downstairs, you nearly lost your breath upon seeing his choice of clothing.
He decided to wear a loose white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, shirt tucked into his denim skinny jeans along with a white cap. He wore a silver chain bracelet, a necklace, a pair of earrings and a few rings on some of his fingers.
Hyunjin scans your outfit and almost immediately, a smile appears on his lips.
“Don’t you look dashing.” He teased, to which you laughed.
“I’d say the same for you.” You said as he opened his passenger door for you.
After he got in, he soon drove off and you blasted your favourite songs in his car. The drive to the art gallery was quite a journey due to the weekend traffic but you still made it. There was a queue to enter the art gallery and only then did you remember…
“Wait… We don’t have tickets to enter!” You panicked as you saw the main guy asking for tickets at the front of the line before allowing guests to enter the gallery exhibition. With that being said, Hyunjin fishes into his back pocket and pulls out two tickets casually and holds it in front of you.
“That’s why I bought it beforehand.” He said, making your mouth hang agape.
“When did you-”
“Remember when I asked if you wanted to go here with me? I got the tickets the same day I asked. I knew it would sell out fast so I chose not to wait till the very last minute.” He explained.
Whoever dates him will be the luckiest person on earth. How you wished it would be you.
“Aww, Hyunjin ah… You didn’t have to. It must’ve been pricey, wasn’t it?” You asked but he simply shook his head and told you it wasn’t too expensive. Yet, you didn’t trust him because you knew art gallery entrance fees can reach up to 60 bucks sometimes. However, he reassured you saying not to worry about the ticket and just enjoy the exhibition with him.
And that was exactly what you did.
A few minutes later, you finally entered the gallery exhibition with him, instantly getting excited over the artworks on the wall. There was a whole variety of them.
From abstract art, to fine art.
Every time you entered a new part of the exhibition, you couldn’t help but gently grab his inner elbow and point to the art. At some point, Hyunjin would tell you to go check it out first and you saw him holding onto his film camera. So whenever he told you to go on first, you couldn’t bring yourself to get upset knowing he was probably busy taking photos of the art.
You were just admiring an art piece when a flash of light appeared on the art you were looking at so you turned around to find Hyunjin standing a few feet behind you with the camera aimed at you.
“Did you just take a picture of me?” You giggled in which he chuckled.
“It looked nice so I just randomly snapped it. I hope you don’t mind.” He bashfully smiled at you, making you shake your head to tell him you were okay with him taking a picture of you. Afterwards, both of you walked side by side again, admiring and saying out your own creative opinions on each art you see. You were almost at the end of the exhibition, he was still walking beside you while he took pictures of the art.
Just then, Hyunjin held onto your wrist and said, “Hey, let’s get one picture together.” You agreed to it as you asked where he wanted to take the picture. He made you choose and soon he approached a couple and asked for their help to take your picture.
When Hyunjin came back to you, he stood beside you and you wondered what he would do. However, the minute you felt him snake an arm around your waist, your heart skipped a few beats.
You turned to ask him how to pose for the picture but instead, you got slightly flustered by how close his face was with yours as he was already looking down at you. That’s when he smiled and whispered softly so that only you could hear, “Can I go closer?” With that being said, you simply nodded as he leaned down a little more and you couldn’t help but let the corner of your lips curve up.
The moment you could feel his nose gently brush against his, you heard the sound of the camera click. He playfully nudged his head towards you, feeling his lips graze over yours briefly before he pulled away completely.
Both of you left after he took his camera back, neither of you dared to acknowledge what happened earlier.
Lucky for you, he didn’t act like he was awkward or anything so you didn’t as well. Similar to the other night when you went ice skating with him, he offered to walk you to your door. There were times where you would feel like his pinkie was brushing against yours and at one point felt like he wanted to lock pinkies with you.
When you made it in front of your door, Hyunjin was the first to speak up.
“I hope you had fun today, cause I definitely did.”
“Any day with you is always fun.” You teased him in which you see the cute pink tints on his cheeks as he chuckled.
“This might be random, but do you think I can get a hug before I go?” Hyunjin asked. You of course wanted it so saying no was never going to be an option. Instead of verbally responding to his question, you opened your arms instead for him. He laughed but nevertheless, took a few steps closer and soon wrapped his arms around your shoulders.
You easily buried your face in his chest as you hugged him by the waist securely. This feels so comforting and warm, you wish you could stay like this forever. A few minutes later, he left not without saying goodnight and when he did, you couldn’t help but smile.
You knew exactly what to do for your assignment that was due next week.
Two weeks later, everyone’s artworks have been submitted to your professor for grading. Nobody knows what the other students drew. You were just sitting in your own spaces while everyone was busy chatting amongst themselves including you and Hyunjin when your professor walked in with a bright smile on his face.
“Good morning class, I have already seen and marked your individual assignment. I must say, I am very impressed with all your works, especially 3 of you which I’m not going to say who it belongs to but I will show the art pieces.” He said as he soon took out a canvas from the opaque bag.
Immediately, a group in the corner started cheering for the girl who was wearing that smug look on her face. The art was of beauty products and a picture of a girl who looks somewhat like herself. Clearly she loves herself and makeup more than anyone else.
You quietly listened to your professor explain why this piece was his third favourite, only for Hyunjin to whisper to you, “That’s a little shameless if you ask me.”
With that being said, you couldn’t help but giggle as you gently slapped his arm. A few minutes later, your professor kept the canvas and went to reach in for the second one as he spoke up.
“Now this next one, is very simple but has a very meaningful touch to it I would say. Not only did this person include fine art, they also included a small bit of abstract art as well.” Your professor said as he soon took out the canvas.
Almost instantly, you felt your breath hitch in your throat.
It was your artwork.
“As you all can see, this person clearly shows that they love art from all the art materials on the desk, the easel, the canvas, and the arm that belongs to the artist who is also painting a picture which shows an abstract art of a camera. So from this itself, I think this person loves art and photography. I think this is very good.” Your professor explained.
Just when you thought you could get away from being exposed, Hyunjin decides to whisper to you. Something that you hoped he would never notice.
“Is… that yours?” He asked, in which you couldn’t help but avoid his eyes.
“No it’s not, what are you talking about?” You tried to lie but he could see right through you. Hence, the reason why he softly chuckled at you.
“Liar… If that’s not yours, why aren’t you looking at me when you answer?” He asked, making you click your tongue and roll your eyes at him.
“Oh hush.” You said as he laughed again and soon turned his attention back to your professor.
Minutes passed, it was finally time for the last art. Your professor took the canvas out and you could’ve sworn you recognized the art. The art was mostly abstract but you could make out the picture to be someone standing in the middle while they’re looking at a huge art piece on the wall. The only reason why you recognized it is because you’ve seen this picture before.
The original picture that this art piece was based on.
So after your professor had finished explaining why this was his favourite one out of all of them, he kept all the artworks and soon continued with his teaching. All the while, you tried not to think about that art piece. Of course you know it was Hyunjin’s but you just don’t want to acknowledge it.
With that being said, once your professor had dismissed you all, everyone began to keep their belongings. However, for some reason, Hyunjin and you seemed to be taking your own sweet time with keeping your stuff to the point where the rest of your classmates had already left. And not long after, your professor looked at you two and smiled.
“Are you two not going for lunch?” He asked.
“Uh… we’ll go in a bit, sir.” Hyunjin replied, to which your professor soon nodded and left.
The moment it was just you and Hyunjin left in the room, the room fell silent for a few beats before you decided to acknowledge him.
“You painted that?” You asked softly in which Hyunjin smiled shyly as he avoided your gaze but nonetheless answered your question.
“Mhm… Do you hate it?” He asked quietly.
“No… I actually loved it.” You said as he finally looked at you. His eyes were soft but you almost couldn’t read his expression.
“The aim of this assignment was to create an artwork of something you love most… Then does that mean…” You whispered your last sentence, too afraid to speak louder. Hyunjin smiles as he carefully scoots closer to you and gently cups your face with one hand while the other holds your waist.
“Do you need me to verbally confirm it?” He asked in a hushed tone. Your heart was racing in your chest but you wanted to hear it from his mouth so you nodded softly. Hyunjin smiled sweetly before he leaned in to leave his lips just an inch from yours.
“I’m in love with you Y/N.” He whispers as you feel him caress your cheek with his thumb. Butterflies erupted in your stomach upon his confession and you could’ve sworn your heart skipped a few beats.
“Good, because I think I’m in love with you too.”
With that being said, he breaks into a wide smile as he captures your lips in a gentle kiss. It felt so surreal to kiss your best friend but hey, at least the feeling’s mutual. Your mind was swirling when you felt the corner of his lips curve into a smile against your lips. He hugs you closer while you melt in his arms. He pulls away softly, letting his forehead rest against yours while he caresses your cheeks.
“I’m glad I met you that night in the supermarket.” He said, making you shyly giggle.
“I was kind of surprised that you remembered me on your first day in class to be honest.”
“How could I not remember the cute girl from the supermarket that was struggling to get the pancake box at the highest shelf?” Hyunjin teased you and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him playfully.
“Now you’re just being a flirt, aren’t you?” You said, making him wink at you.
“Is it working?” He asked.
A soft scoff left your lips but you also laughed, causing him to capture you in a kiss. The kiss was playful but also sweet, something you knew that just radiates off him naturally for he is the sweetest yet playful boy you’ve ever met.
You’re just lucky to have met someone who likes you for who you are and also appreciates art like you do.
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FAUX CUPID masterlist
PAIRINGS: danceracha x female reader, lee know x female reader, hyunjin x female reader, felix x female reader
GENRES: sns au (may or may not have written parts added later on), bestfriends to maybe lovers au, college au
WARNINGS: cursing, a few mature jokes thrown in here and there, fighting (not physical), just a bunch of idiots really
SYNOPSIS: your bestfriend was no cupid. you've known that years ago when he almost set you up with a creepy old man catfishing on tinder. so when he secretly took the role of matchmaker again and planned to get you and hwang hyunjin together by making you pretend you were dating lee minho, it got you thinking. maybe telling lee felix you've had a crush on him since 6th grade was a lot easier than putting up with his shenanigans?
where a case of wrong assumptions turn things to the wrong direction.
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INTRO | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10
DISCLAIMER: all works are purely fictional. the behavior of the characters depicted in the story is not to be associated with how the characters act in real life. do not repost, translate, or take excerpts from my works to integrate into yours. —louvreknow
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Ship: Jeongin x reader
For @stayhavens unexpected guest event!
Vampire au, funny, established relationship
A/N: I love this scent so much, that it sparked this thought that had to be turned into a story. Enjoy.
Truth be told you really enjoyed the whole fall season. The leaves, baked treats, warm seasonal beverages, Halloween. In all honesty the thing you looked forward to most was the scents that came around this time of year. When the first of September came around, so did the Bath and Body Works Halloween collection. Your favorite scent of the bunch was always Vampire Blood. The scent was always just so intriguing. Last year you bought the small body mist in that yummy scent, and wore it to the new college nightclub. It was there you met a handsome man named Jeongin. He was cute, flirtatious, and had a smile that drew you in.
It was later that weekend when you saw him again that he asked for your number. He only seemed to ask you out for late evening events, you figured he must've had an odd work schedule.
Now a year later you knew why he kept the odd hours. He was a vampire. At first you weren't sure yet, here he sat, allergic to garlic and silver. Which is why he couldn't look at the scent of the hand soap in the bathroom. Your laughter filled the hallway of your apartment as Jeongin stormed out of the bathroom. "I just don't understand why you won't tell me what the name of that scent is." the three centuries old vampire plopped on the couch and folded his arms grumpily. Your boyfriend, the vampire, who despite being over 300 years old was acting like a 3 year old.
"I just think you'll find the name a little-" you paused. "Ironic" You giggled.
"What could something that smells like dark red strawberries, midnight jasmine, and dark Plum be named that would be ironic?"
You laughed a little harder as you sat on the couch beside him."I promise it's highly ironic how much you love it."
"It's almost intoxicating how good it smells. It's one of the things that drew me to you last year when we first met." He leaned closer to smell the scent upon you again. "I'd know if you didn't keep that stupid silver cover on the bottle!"
"It's called" you stopped to chuckle "vampire blood"
His dark red eyes flew open.
"It's called what?!?"
"Vampire blood" you laughed, as he shook his head and placed it in his hands.
"You're telling me the scent that drew me to you, a human, is called vampire blood? There is no flowing blood in my veins!"
You laughed harder. "That's what makes it so funny"
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skz reaction: shutting him up with a kiss
genre: the fluffiest of fluffs
note: danni writing something that isn’t straight smut for once dun dun dun :o
Chan stilled the moment your plush lips pressed themselves against his own, words dying on his tongue and eyes widening before slowly slipping them shut, relaxing in your hold and responding softly to your unexpected kiss. He whined lightly once you teasingly pulled away, chasing after your lips, flustered and eager to keep your mouth on his. Definition of brain rot, whatever he was ranting about before he got a taste of your lips suddenly didn’t matter. He’ll stare after you in disbelief, ears red as you shot him a cheeky smile, dodging his attempts to cuddle you against his chest, knowing full well you’d spend the rest of the day being smothered in his doting.
“C’mon! You can’t just leave me hanging like that.”
Minho was quick and eager to respond to your kiss, a soft hum emitting into your mouth as he titled his head to keep you flush against him, not minding one bit that you just interrupted him mid sentence. He didn’t allow you to pull away, your plan to leave him flustered and stuttering backfiring as he kissed you sweetly, his pillowy lips melding perfectly against your own in a loving embrace. Expect to be relentlessly teased once he finally lets you go, fingers pinching your cheeks and mocking the pout that rested on your lips, grinning at the sight of your complaining figure shying away.
“You know, if you wanted to kiss me so badly you could’ve just said so.”
Changbin immediately swallowed his words the moment your lips pressed against his own in a chaste kiss, swiftly pulling away just as he began to respond, the boy following your movement before huffing loudly once you continued to deliberately avoid his lips. The small pout that sat on his soft lips was just too damn cute, almost making you just want to give in and finally smother him in your pecks but you couldn’t help but tease his him even further; leaning in to press another teasing kiss to the side of his mouth. Changbin whined when you ducked out of his grasp once more, the conversation from before long forgotten as you darted away from him, leaving your flushed boyfriend to curse after you.
“Ah, you brat!”
If he was in any way surprised or taken-back by your sudden affection he didn’t show it - hands gently craving your face to prevent you from pulling back, kissing you sweetly. Hyunjin thought it was extremely cute, albeit rude, your method of shutting him up, any concerns or worries he was ranting about before immediately being coaxed by the plushiness of your lips, each of you enjoying the others closeness. This man will not allow you to pull away from the kiss until he’s felt you’ve paid the price for your boldness; plump lips keeping you fixated in your spot, before proceeding to tease for the rest of the day, gushing over how adorable he thought it was that you couldn’t seem to keep your lips off him.
“You’re too damn cute.”
Jisung stilled up and gaped at you once you began leaning towards him, sentence trailing off with no real end when you pressed a teasing peck against his mouth, cutting off his words and effectively shutting him up for once. He becomes uncharacteristically timid during your kiss, used to being the initiator of skinship in your relationship so to say he was surprised by your unexpected kiss was an understatement - ears tinting red and mouth moving gently against your own. Avoids your eyes once you pull away, trying to play off how timid you’ve made him by opting to tease you instead, a slight waver in his voice while doing so.
“You really couldn’t resist me huh?”
Practically turns into a pile of mush the moment you kiss him - he wouldn’t even bother questioning your actions or returning to the previous conversation when you pull away from the swift peck, instead pressing another long kiss against your plush lips, savouring the small sighs and whimpers you let out. His absolute favourite pastime is kissing you, so he’ll use your plan to shut him up to his advantage; lips melding perfectly against your own and cradling you close to his chest drawing out the embrace until he was satisfied. Amusement shone in his dark eyes after you broke apart, chuckling softly at your flushed cheeks before leaving one last peck against your mouth; happy that he was finally able to fluster you instead.
“Can I finish what I was saying now?”
Seungmin was a tad annoyed that you had interrupted him but his irritation immediately ceased once he registered the soft pair of lips pressed against his own. He’ll softly reciprocate to begin with, becoming more passionate and heated the longer he kissed you. Pulls you flush against his chest and nips at your lower lip - your initial plan of leaving him hanging suddenly becoming irrelevant with every small swipe of his tongue and gentle caress. He’ll gently cradle your face while pulling away, leaving small pecks against your mouth while doing so, seemingly unable to get enough of your lips pressed to his own. Seungmin wouldn’t be able to remember what he was speaking of before, only wanting to feel the softness of your lips against his again and again.
“If I keep talking does that mean I’ll get more kisses?”
Someone please help this man cause he’ll go straight into windows.exe shutdown mode the moment you lean up towards him. Freezes up against you and doesn’t know where to place his hands, mind completely empty of whatever he was saying before; focusing on the softness of your lips moving against his own. Your hands tangled themselves in his hair, gently playing with the short strands at the back of his neck - coaxing low groans from him - ensuring whatever remnants of the conversation beforehand no longer existed, the boy focusing solely on your pouty lips. A small whine sounded from his chest as soon as you pulled away, eyes still closed and chasing after your lips. He’ll for sure talk your ear off in future to gain more kisses.
“So being annoying is the best way to get you to pay attention to me? Noted.”
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Stray Kids | S/O is sore the morning after their first time (gender neutral)
reaction | hyung line
genre ➸ romance
disclaimer ➸ This is a work of fiction. I don't own any famous character(s) - like idols - and my writings are in no way meant to show these people’s real nature and/or offend them in any way.
Request: Skz Hyung line reaction when their s/o is sore the morning after their first time? (Suggestive smut) (gender neutral) 🙏🏻✨
When you wake up, you realize that something is wrong. Every movement hurt and your first urge was to get up, but you realize as you sit down that it didn't get any better. But because of your restless movements, Chan woke up. He slept on his stomach with his head turned to your side. When he opens his eyes, he smiles gently at you.
"Good Morning." His voice was clear, but still calm.
"Hey," you say, but you sounded a little pained with pain. It was immediately apparent to Chan that something was wrong and he immediately sat up.
"Is everything okay? Do you regret it?" You had your first time last night and Chan was afraid he'd forced you to do something you didn't want. He wanted you, but he didn't want to overstep your limits. Did he push you to do something you didn't want? You immediately recognized his concern and you shake your head.
"No, I have no regrets," you say softly and give him a gentle kiss.
"But is there something?" You can’t lie to him.
"Well ..." You start, but you were shy. You didn't want to burden him with your problems and in the worst case scenario he would feel bad too.
"Come on tell me. You don't have to be uncomfortable." Clearly, Chan couldn't be fooled.
"Well it feels sore here ... so down here." You point down at yourself and press your lips together.
"Oh ...", Chan said and his eyes suddenly widened. And for a moment it became quiet between you. It was a little uncomfortable, but then Chan got up and got dressed.
"Okay okay. You stay here and don't move. I'll go quickly and buy us breakfast." He packed panicked his things and looked for his wallet.
"It's really okay, don't stress yourself." You try to calm him down, but he wasn't dissuaded.
"No, I'll do everything for you today. I'm so sorry." Chan then kissed you and ran off.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch ..." You stumble back from the toilet and go back to bed. Minho was watching you with a big but evil grin.
"Don't laugh like that, it's all your fault." You lie down next to him with a sigh and still feel the burning in your lower area.
"But it was worth it, wasn't it?" He keeps grinning at you and you roll your eyes.
"Let's see how long I'll be sore." You sigh and snuggle up in the covers again.
"Sorry, I can't help it that he's so big." He winked and turned over to you. You roll your eyes, but you know that Minho wanted that confirmed.
"Hmm right, I should find someone with a smaller dick." Now it was you who grinned and Minho looked at you with raised eyebrows. But then he smiled too and kisses the tip of your nose.
"You will get used to him and then you will not want anything else," he whispered in your ear and you immediately get goosebumps. You look into his dark eyes and you miss the words.
"But before that I can still be very gentle with you." His head bowed and his lips touched your neck, then your collarbone. His hands wandered over your body and you can feel your breath getting louder and louder. And Minho was just gentle ... very gentle.
"That was nice," whispered Changbin and starts playing with your fingers. He kissed every single one of your fingertips and he smiled gently. You smile too but couldn't answer anything.Your naked bodies were lying against each other and you liked that afterglow, but the sex had left you with after-effects on your body too.
"Are you okay?" He asked and immediately noticed that something was wrong. You nod with pressed lips, but in reality you couldn't fool him.
"What's going on?" He asked further and his look was suddenly so full of worry. Changbin could seem so tough and hard at times, but he was so soft with you here.
"I'm just a little bit sore down there. It's not that bad." You smile and want to convince him that everything is fine. But Changbin immediately feels bad.
"What? Did I hurt you?" He leaned over you and examined your whole body.
"No, everything is really okay." You run his hair and look him in the eye. And the next moment he became calm too. His hustle and bustle disappeared and his pulse calmed down.
"Really?" His dark pupils found themselves in your eyes and he looked like a small dog to you at the moment.
"Yeah really. It's just so new to me. I have to get used to you." You wink and laughingly give him a kiss.
"I'll be more careful next time," he promised you and snuggled up to you again.
Hyunjin still had a smile on his face even when he was asleep. He thought the night with you was just incredible. He was so happy and so full of love. And you had to smile too when you saw him like that. Of course you were happy and enjoyed the night with him, but you feel a little bit sore afterwards. And now in the morning it didn't get any better.
When Hyunjin woke up, he smiled and the images from last night immediately came back to his head.
"Good morning," he breathed and kissed you gently.
"Hey, good morning," you say and stroke his hair. But his gaze changed, his eyes wandered to your lips and his body was suddenly above you.
"What are you going to do?" You ask him with wide eyes and smile.
"Same as last night," he whispered with a deep sigh and put his full lips on your neck. But it was clear to you that you could not make another round. Everything was still so sore.
"Hyunjin ..." you say softly and put your hands on him.
"Mhmm ... say my name again." He continued kissing your neck down to the base of your breasts.
"Hyunjin ... it wouldn’t be a good idea ..." You push him away from you a bit and his look suddenly turned very sad.
"Didn't you like it?" He asked, puzzled.
"Yes ... but ... I'm not used to it and ... well ... it hurts ... here." You point to yourself and hope that he is not too disappointed.
"Was I too rough?" He asked suddenly worried and his eyes went heavy.
"No, not at all. It's just new ..." you say and kiss him gently.
"Okay, then...cuddle?" He asked, his expression becoming so soft that you couldn't resist him.
"Yes, I would love to."
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stray kids headcanons * . ･ﾟ✧͏ ͏attractive things they do !
chan — even when you guys are fighting and he’s mad at you, he’s still so caring; mid-argument while walking, he gently moves you away and lets you walk on the side of the road where there aren’t moving cars as he calmly and firmly explains why he’s upset. even when you’re not really speaking, he still offers to drive you home. by the end of the night, he texts you a simple ‘good night’ regardless of whether you reply or not.
minho — he uses his phone, sitting down on the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide, elbows resting on his thighs. when you come into the bedroom, his attention quietly diverts from the mindless scrolling to you, his soft and almost-lazy gaze following your movements while you take whatever you need from the room and make your way out the door.
changbin — casual pda. he always wordlessly slings his arm over your shoulder or takes his hand out of his pockets to hold your hand when you walk over to him. small kisses on the back of your hand when he's slightly distracted by his phone but still wants to show you affection while you're waiting for your coffee orders at the cafe. casual back-hugs at concerts or festivals and him leaving a peck on the top or back of your head.
hyunjin — he does this thing where he uses his index finger to lift your chin to make you look at him. it can be something as playful as making you pay your undivided attention when you’re jokingly ignoring him. or sometimes, when he sees you’re sad and upset about something and refusing to talk to him, he does this, his movements gentle, and his face calm as he searches your face then asks, “do you wanna talk about it, sweetheart?”
jisung — he likes leaning on the wall or a door frame when he talks to you, regardless of whether you’re in public or not. something about the lazy, carefree posture and the little tilt of his head while he looks at you does things to your heart. his eyes trail after you as move around the room or when you’re speaking to him and he can’t hear you well, he casually leans in closer to your lips to catch what you’re saying.
felix — his hand on your waist or back but non-sexually. when you’re in his way or blocking his way to something or somewhere, he gently moves you by the waist, casually saying “excuse me, baby” his voice deep and so low that only you can hear it. he also instinctively guides you through crowds by putting his hand on the small of your back.
seungmin — he says things like “come here, babe, watch this with me” when he finds a funny video on tiktok. “tell me about your day,” he says, plopping down on the couch next to you, his body turned completely towards your direction. “here, drink this,” he says, handing you a water bottle. it’s such a small thing but casual commands by him do a few things to your heart.
jeongin — when he feels shy or flustered, he does this thing where he rubs the back of his neck while bending his head down slightly and when he looks back up, he meets your gaze with a sheepish laugh or smile, his eyes twinkling, and his cheeks and ears endearingly flushed.
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