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hwan-g · 2 years

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PUT ME IN A MOVIE 🤍 bang chan.

pair. videographer! chan x fem! reader (+ hyunjin) | genre. homemade spicy video, birthday sex, pwp basically, romance, angst | warnings. profanity, daddy kink, unprotected sex, pet names, dirty talk, dom! chan, spit kink, jealousy | word count. 4.1k

synopsis. chan will show you—he can be anything you want him to be. do anything you want. in exchange for your compliance.

Bang Chan did not like celebrating his birthday. Turning older was no cause for celebration to him, nor would it ever be. Twenty-six, to be exact. Fuck him—where did the time go? Why does he still feel like an awkward teenager, stumbling his way through the years passing? Fucking ridiculous.

Nevertheless, he looked handsome as ever in the black attire you made him wear for this unwanted party, suit vest hugging his naked upper body in all the right places, hair slicked back and away from his sculpted face, save for a couple strands falling haphazardly over his honey eyes.

You wanted all the attention on him for his special night, thinking of the way he commands a room, how he seems to be front and center in all he does, everywhere he is. A natural leader, born for the spotlight.

Most of all, you couldn’t wait for him to fuck you in it after the two of you got home, arms flexing deliciously as he gripped your ass, flashed cock ramming into you from behind. You could never not think about sex with Chan—it was the only way to be as close as you’d ever get to him, a oneness like no other, a mixing of your souls.

Upon arriving at the club Changbin worked at as security, you were immediately greeted with all his friends and coworkers singing ‘Happy birthday’ to him, confetti exploding in glittery strips from every side, Jisung first in line holding a ridiculously decorated cake with exactly three candles on it, yelling at your boyfriend to hurry up and make a wish.

Chan squeezed your waist and brought you closer, grimacing at the grandness of it all. You hit his bare arm playfully, whispering for him to ‘play along.’ So, he did. He tried his best. He even clapped after blowing the melting wax, selling the whole damn thing to the max. Jisung was happy, bringing him in for a hug, music going back to something trendy, with a heavy beat.

“You fucking owe me for this,” he whispered to you later on, and you cupped his hardening cock over his pants in response.

You mostly stayed by his side for the duration of the night, the entire VIP section reserved just for the occasion. With Changbin and Minho currently on the clock, that left the wildest members of the gang with you, currently downing what is definitely past their tenth shot. Felix and Hyunjin were entirely too drunk, Jisung following close behind. Every time Chan was forced to come with them to places that served alcohol, nine times out of ten he ended up becoming their babysitter, making sure everyone drank enough water, and had a ride home.

In that way you understood his silent demeanor, musing over his glass of whiskey on the rocks, bitterly amused glances over to his friends and their shitfaced shenanigans. You watched too, mouth full of cake, but secretly hoped someone would eventually suggest dancing, just so that you’d get your chance to showcase your sparkly dress to your boyfriend, make him want to take it off of you later. Your money was on Hyunjin—he was always down to dance, to show off.

What no one expected was you having one two many cocktails. To your defense, you couldn’t even taste the pure rum in them, the juices and syrups concealing their deadly intentions. So, it was then, a stumbling you holding your empty glass up, announcing you were going for a refill, that the tall boy bit the bait and exclaimed he was coming as well. The ash blonde of his freshly chopped mullet turned into every color of the projecting lights. You wanted to touch it, taste the colors.

Of course, that was before Bang Chan sat your drunk ass down on his lap, and gave you a warning look, one that promised things too filthy, too taboo for the public to witness. He’d do them, though, for you, because of you, his eyes betrayed, if you went too far. If you disobeyed him, broke your promise.

“Behave,” he spoke gravely in your ear, voice deep and authoritative. “Stay close to Hyunjin, don’t let any other motherfucker touch you.”

You giggled at his breath tickling you, patting his head absentmindedly. “Don’t worry, daddy, I don’t like playing with no one but you.”

He chuckled, raising a brow at your cute state. With his hands on your hips, he dragged his lips on your cheek, resting them just a breath away from your mouth. You weren’t even aware you were dry humping his thigh, making his cock stir painfully in the pants you put him in.

“Oh, baby girl, you are so fucking drunk.”

You put a hand over your mouth, almost hitting his nose, and widened your eyes. Oops. Chan hesitated to let you go, but with a slap on your ass, he finally freed you from his tight grip, helping you stand.

“Okay, angel doll,” you called out to your partner in crime. “Let’s go! Hold onto me, I hold onto you.”

Hyunjin came close, closing his hand over yours, smiling lazily down at you. His fingers were sweaty, but the warmth was comforting albeit a tad bit dizzying. Together you maneuvered your way to the bar, squeezing through people, slurring excuse me’s and thank you’s, all the while giggling to yourselves.

“You haven’t been out with us in a while, sweetheart,” he comments while waiting for your order. “Remember Maneater? Your little strip show?”

You slap his shoulder, almost falling over in doing so. He steadies you by the elbows, making sure you’re okay before pulling away. It must be your inebriated state and that one threesome a few months back that made you sad to not have his touch on you. It was not a question of infidelity, there was no doubt in anyone’s mind about your feelings and your commitment to Chan. Hyunjin has just always been there, always blurred the lines, always up for anything.

“I missed you, too,” you confess, grabbing ahold of your drink, straw between your teeth before he could even have a chance to get his.

“Should we dance?” He suggests, wrapping a long arm around your waist. “Let’s dance, darling. I’ve missed your body on mine.”

In the most Bonnie & Clyde way, relying on your entrusted friendship, and without betraying your significant others—you felt the same. He’d been your clubbing buddy way before you got together with Chan, and certainly years before anything happened between him and Felix. For old time’s sake, if anything.

Rolling your hips with the beat, you rested your wrist on his shoulder, and swayed to the music. His knee slipped between your thighs as the two of you laughed over the DJ’s silly ad-libs, sweat dripping down your forehead, tasting it in the sweetness of your cocktails. Hyunjin’s slitted eyes followed your movements, tongue running over his full lips as he quickly snuck a glance over to your section, searching for the birthday boy.

He found himself staring back. His friend looked to be in a trance, focusing on the way your body swung and bent to the rhythm, a different man leading what’s his. That had always been Chan’s weakness—watching you with someone else, how you reacted, how you molded. It got him hard, yet enraged him like nothing else. A contradicting emotion, jealousy and desire. He’s taped you getting fucked by Hyunjin, has gone over it a thousand times, palm around his rock hard length, pumping himself off to the sound of your moans, elicited by someone other than him—he’s filmed it himself.

Hyunjin was the only person he’s let near you like that, the only man he trusts with his girl. Because you like him, because your little crush has always been obvious to him, but undiscovered to you. He considers this his birthday gift, watching as the taller guy leans into your neck, whispering things he’ll never know into your ear, earning a nod and another arm draped over his long shoulders.

What the fuck you’re doing to him—he’s gonna let it all out later, in front of the camera. He’s going to show you exactly what he thinks of you allowing another man to touch you, to feel you up.

“They’re getting a little too heated, bro, don’t you think?” Jisung comes to sit next to his older friend, clinking his glass against Chan’s.

Chan never takes his eyes off you, muscles clenching, unclenching, then clenching again. He kicks back the rest of his whiskey, pouring himself another one, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, before gathering his thoughts enough to respond.

“Do you think it’d be happening if I didn’t let it happen, Han?”

The brown haired boy’s mouth falls open, the words registering in his brain. Oh. Oh. He’d never thought… well, but it makes sense, doesn’t it? He’s seen you with Hyunjin countless times, always entirely too close for two people that are just friends and have partners. Felix didn’t care, that much was clear, but for Chan—it was deliberate. It was pre planned.

“A freak, aren’t we, Channie?”

A deadly glare sent his way. “Shut the fuck up, Otaku motherfucker.”

Jisung raised his hands, laughing at the offense. “Touché.”

Getting up from his seat, Chan stretched his arms out in a circular motion, tilting his head from side to side, rubbing on his neck. What a long fucking night, and it was nowhere near done. If anything the fun won’t start until he grabs you and gets the fuck out of there, leaving everyone to their own luck. He was tired of taking care of them, tired of always having to be on top of things. All he wanted was to slip inside you, and lose himself completely. For the rest of his life preferably.

He neared your dancing figure, taking in the way your hips filled that dress, a midnight blue color that glittered under the club lighting, and made you look absolutely ethereal. Hyunjin was sipping from his drink when he noticed him, but instead of stepping back or moving away, he engulfed you in a protective hug, almost as if he didn’t want you taken away from him. Chan figured that could be the case; the two of you have always had a complicated relationship with unresolved feelings and repressed confessions. Too damn bad he sucked at sharing—if he wasn’t a possessive person, he’d definitely let you have your way. He’d give you anything you asked for.

His friend had a mischievous expression on, his smile up to no good. Chan played along, only for your sake.

“Fuck you, Chan, I was so close,” the pale haired boy pouted. “She was about to kiss me.”

You gasped, and started shaking your head dramatically, wiggling out of his arms and into your boyfriends. Chan wrapped himself around you, pressing his lips on the top of your head, swaying you softly to the music.

“I was not, daddy, I swear,” you said, and looked at him with big, innocent eyes.

Bang Chan just really enjoyed the way you felt against him, trapped with nowhere to go. He wanted you like this, always. Most of all, though—he needed to get you naked and moaning for him, he needed his fingers stretching that tight cunt of yours, he needed you alone. And your pet name for him; what started as a joke before the two of you had even slept together, his slip up of mentioning he had a kink, among other kinks, this one, and it made him instantly hard whenever it was so much as mentioned.

The way your tongue spoke that one word, the way it made him want to ruin you, his pretty fucking girl, and her naughty fucking mind.

“I’m sure you would’ve loved that, Hyun,” he says, an asshole smirk on his lips. “I apologize for stealing her from you.”

Somewhere between half truths and lying straight to his fucking face, Hyunjin crossed him with a dark stare, bangs no longer hiding the secrets underneath. His friend looked sharper, more menacing, eyes of a serpent, and that had an unmistakable death glare. Chan couldn’t find it in himself to get mad, nor did he particularly want to. He was confident in his position in your life, positive about your feelings for him. A part of him even understood and had sympathy for the gray haired boy—it must be fucking killing him to only have you in stolen moments like this, under supervision.

Seeing you turn around, Hyunjin’s face broke into a charming smile, those slits morphing into crescent moons. The softness in him was back, and Chan could see it was all for you. His smirk deepened.

“I’ll see you around, yeah sweetheart?” He spoke to you, coming to drop a kiss on your forehead, Chan releasing you ever so slightly for him to do so. An understanding passed between the two men, and they nodded at each other.

“I love you, angel doll!” You yelled after him, but he had already blended in with the crowd, disappearing from view. “Did I do something?” You frowned, your eyes still searching, before zooming in on your boyfriend.

Chan gave you a curt shake of his head, leaning back so he can take in your face. Glitter was smudging all over your cheeks, the coal around your orbs hypnotizing him, making his heart swell. “No, baby, it’s not you.”

You hummed, and gave him a peck on his bicep. “Should we go, then? I still haven’t given you your gift,” you smile, and it’s an invitation.

“Oh, yeah? And what would that be, my beautiful girl?”

You bring your hand next to your mouth and motion for him to come closer. He does. “A new camera.”

Your giddy giggle sends him over the edge. Clasping your hand in his, he doesn’t even go back to his friends, having had enough of them for one night. Instead, he makes it a straight shot to the exit, clapping Changbin’s back once, muttering a goodnight to him before bringing you in front of him, hands gently guiding you to his car.

Opening the door for you, Chan sticks you to him, leaning to kiss your exposed neck, licking the salty sweat off your skin, enjoying the scent you chose for the occasion. His favorite.

“I can’t fucking wait to have you bent over for me, angel.”

You squeezed your thighs together, that familiar ache coming back, numbing all your other senses.

Often times, Chan will pick up his camera and record you.

It’s a habit he’s had since he met you, something he does without much thought. You inspired him the most, changed his art, his style, his approach to videography. You became his muse. He’s followed you getting coffee, running errands, on date nights, or even taking off your makeup after a long day.

But his favorite fucking way to have you behind his beloved camera lenses—stripping for him. Taking off whatever is covering that magnificent fucking body of yours, with all those delicious curves, and breasts he loves teasing so much. But there have been other things, too, cruder things—coaxing you into masturbating for him, fingers hesitantly disappearing inside your dripping hole, your moans filling his ears, and the microphone on his device. Chan has filmed that slick pussy of his from every angle, has owned it over and over again, has every single sound it’s ever produced on tape, capturing, immortalizing his reason of existing forever.

This time is no different. Only thing—you’re drunk out of your mind. But if anything, that makes it all the more fun.

He unwraps his gift impatiently, taking it out of the box and turning it, inspecting it greedily. It’s a vintage camera, in black, something he’s wanted for a while now. He grabs you by the hair and gives you an open mouthed kiss, groaning into your lips in gratitude.

“I fucking love it, baby.”

You smile at his precious expression, all tenderness and adoration. “You’re welcome, daddy.”

Hair still tangled in his fingers, he brings your foreheads together for one intense second. You’ve never had to physically hear it, sometimes Chan could tell you telepathically, without saying a word:

I’m so fucking in love with you, my girl, no one will ever do it for me like you. You own my goddamn soul, my heart.

You blink back tears, as he presses his full lips on your temple. Then, he sits you down on his lap and starts working on his gift, turning it on, inserting both battery and memory card, trying it out in his big hand. You sit with your arms circled around his broad shoulders, watching him get excited over the resolution of the image, the colors and settings.

“How about you give me a little show, pretty thing?” He mutters in your cheek, voice an octave lower than usual. “Give me a twirl, yeah?” That thick Australian accent of his.

You comply, laughing the entire time you show off the dress you bought with the money he gave you, leaning over the kitchen counter, whirling around the living room, hands raised high in the air, the effect of the alcohol consumed very clear in the sloppiness of your movements. Chan loves it all, records everything. You’re a ballerina, a jazz dancer, a cabaret girl, his girl, his little dancer, and then finally his whore, as you fall over the back of the couch head first, legs hanging up in the air, dress riding up, showing the lace of your panties.

Chan leans back into the chair, one hand busy zooming into your juicy thighs, fingers sneaking their way over your wetness, and the other palming himself over his pants, his dick unbearably hard. He rubs through the fabric a couple times, watching you forgetting where you are, what you’re doing. When your middle finger presses on your clit, feet locking together, he loses it completely. Then you moan, a whiny, breathy sound that nearly makes him cum right then and there.

He jostles out of his seat, lurching forward.

“You’re going to make yourself feel good, baby?” He stands over you, mesmerized at the way you’re getting off, half asleep. He pushes your panties aside, curses at how slick your pussy looks. “Use those fingers, let me see you, angel, open up those folds for me.”

Like a puppet, you follow his words, letting him overtake, guide you through an orgasm. Chan doesn’t help you at all, only watches through his camera. Oh, fuck sweetheart, right there, press right there, I know that feels good for you baby, c’mon give me a good one, look at this fucking cunt, Christ I wanna fuck it numb, I want to fucking rip it apart, yeah, my little slut, goddamnit fucking look at you, you look so desperate, so hungry for cock. Do this for me, and I will reward you, baby girl. Come on.

Brushing over a specific bundle of nerves has you coming undone, your entire body shaking as you cream your fingers, and still —you don’t stop moving them, you go faster, moan louder. Chan has half a mind to fuck you right there, before taking you to his bedroom and pushing you on all fours over his mattress, drilling into you like that as well. He wants to ravage you, paint all of your walls white, fuck some kids into you, for fuck’s sake, what the fuck? You’re driving him insane, completely fucking mad, and so he caves, his desire stronger than his restraint.

“I wanna beat that pretty fucking cunt up, baby girl. Will you let me?”

You lift your head a bit to look at him. Your lips were bright red from being bitten, eyes fucked out, sleepy. You moaned, delirious, and rolled your hips. Chan’s eyes almost rolled to the back of his head. He pulled you up by your wrist, bringing those fingers in his mouth, tongue licking your juices clean, sucking on the middle finger that was deep inside where he wishes to be, all the while never dropping his gaze from yours.

“Unbuckle my belt, sweetheart,” he prompts you, and you do, unzipping his black pants, hand reaching inside his briefs.

Upon contact, Chan growls, and pulls you in by the nape of your neck for a kiss. He keeps you there, his hold tight, strained, as your palm pumps his length, the aching in the pit of his stomach growing into a full on pain. He halts your movement, and pushes you back down, getting on his knees to spit on your entrance, his hand smearing it all over, fingers dipping inside you just once, getting you ready for him.

“Please, Chan, I can’t take it anymore…”

Chan chuckles darkly, and can’t help himself—he licks one long strip from your hole to your clit, sucking it into his mouth, camera forgotten. The wet sounds you make, and your intoxicating smell all bring tears in his eyes, the dire need to get inside of you killing him, warning him.

“Tell me, angel. Beg for me,” he wipes at his eyes, getting up, camera on the ready as he teases both you and himself with his angry tip.

“I want you to fuck me. Please, please, please, please...” your word all blur into each other, as your legs bring him closer, wrapping around his thighs.

Chan smiles. His needy girl, his cockslut. “Please what, pretty girl?” He slides his entire length over your pussy, slicking himself with your cream, hissing at the contact. “Say it and I’ll give it to you, baby, you know I will.”

You whine, and it’s adorable, it’s the hottest thing he’s heard. His ego swells, as does his dick, and he pushes in just a bit, just to prove his point.

“Daddy, please stop torturing me!”

He buries himself inside with one long stroke, bottoming out, and almost dies right there, on top of you. He tilts the camera down, a clear shot of your pussy enveloping his thick cock, and hisses, hand grabbing your waist to pull you on his girth.

“Fucking Heaven—there’s no better place than your pussy, baby girl. My pussy,” he groans, slamming into you again, and again, and again. “Say it, goddamn you, say it’s my pussy.”

You’re overridden by pleasure, can barely talk. “Your pussy, daddy, only yours, fuck me, fuck me, please, fuck.”

He throws the device on the couch next to you, and grabs your sides with both hands, digging into you, this angle hitting you perfectly, your back arching in just the right way. And even then, Chan doesn’t think it’s enough, he lifts your ass and slams you on his cock until you’re coming all over him, until you’re begging him to stop, he’s killing you, he’s ripping you open.

He doesn’t fucking stop, how can he? Look at you. Instead he envelops you in his arms and picks you up from the couch, walking you to the nearest wall. With your back on the cool surface, he resumes his pounding, lips on your jaw, your neck, your shoulders, biting, sucking, hot breath panting in your face. You take it all, you fucking love him unhinged like this, lost in his mission for release.

“You’re going to come for me, daddy? You’re going to spill inside me?” You prod him, sweating, barely holding onto him.

His face scrunches in exhaustion, those arched brows coming together, transforming his face—your boyfriend, so handsome, so buff, all yours, fucking you against the living room wall of his apartment, his dick deep inside you, spurting his cum in thick, hot strips, straight in your womb, warming you up, making you all sticky and cock hungry.

No one has ever made you act as vulgar as Bang Chan. What he elicits out of you—it’s indescribable; you’d be anything for him, anything he wanted, anything he asked of you. And you have, you’ve never disappointed. His veiny hands squeeze your ass as his thrusts slow down, his breathing extremely labored, what once was slicked back hair now a mess on top of his head, all because of you.

You kiss the chest exposed underneath the suit vest, and wait for him to calm down, for his heart rate to come back to normal, for his mind to stop running, and you whisper to him—come back, come back to me Channie, it’s okay, fuck that was amazing, no one can fuck me like you do, and do you promise?

I swear, daddy. Cross my heart and hope to die. No one.

“I love you, baby girl. I love you like no other.”

tags. @ughbehavior (@straywrds), @cb97percent, @lix-ables, @j-0ne25, @hellishmoons, @hyun-bun, @skz317cb97, @koorminii, @americanokisses, @choinsaw, @danyxthirstae01.

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jinnie-ret · 7 months

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hii, its the anon who asked about lgbtq+ readers.

what i had in mind was a nonbinary 9th member who uses they/them pronouns and interviewers and talk how hosts etc keep misgendering them and using the wrong pronouns, saying how theyre the only female member. the boys are the one to keep adamantly correcting them, no matter how many times they have to do it. the reader would be annoyed at the interviewers but glad the boys had their back, maybe the boys reassuring them at the end.

obviously only write it if you feel comfortable, thank you for answering my original ask!! your writing is great and a big comfort, i honestly think youd be great at writing it but this is your blog and only write what you feel comfy writing <333

who I am

stray kids x ninth member non-binary!reader (platonic)

genre: angst, fluff

content warnings: ignorant interviewer, misgendering

word count: 1.4k

summary: the boys support y/n for who they are, and show them that they truly have their back when a podcast goes wrong.

Thank you so much! Ok! I finally wrote it! I hope that this brings you great comfort like my other fics do too! And please give me feedback that this was written okay because I would never want to misrepresent anyone or their feelings in my writing.

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MAIN MASTERLIST

"Welcome back to the podcast! Today we have a special guest, or guests, should I say, Stray Kids! Everyone give it up for Stray Kids!" the interviewer, Oscar, introduces us, the camera panning to us all sat in a cosy studio setting. We were currently in LA promoting our new album.

"Thank you inviting us!" Bang Chan says bashfully. We all knew of the podcast, well, us English speakers did, and we were so excited to be on the show.

"So, let's get right into it, you're here to talk about your new album, right?" Oscar smiles, looking down at his notes before asking us the question.

"Yeah, we've just released our new album 5STAR, and we hope that our fans enjoy it, and, yeah!" Felix begins to explain, smiling as he trails off, not knowing what else to add on. You give him a rub on the shoulder, letting him know that he was doing a good job. That's what you loved about being in Stray Kids, no matter who you were, you had each other's backs.

"It really is so cool to have you all here, and may I say, this really is a unique bunch of members you have here," Oscar waves his hands as he explains.

"Well, we like to think that we all bring something different to the table haha," you laugh along politely.

"Well, that's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about, Y/N," Oscar turns his body towards you slightly.

The others go 'ohhh', making you blush slightly.

"You want to ask me?" you brush your hair back, your newly cut black mullet, which went down a treat with stays.

"Yes, the reason I say you're in quite a unique situation, is because, well, it's so rare to see 8 guys and a girl in one group together!" Oscar smiles.

Oh.

Your smile dropped.

Maybe you had gotten your hopes up, thinking he'd be talking about your input on the fashion of the group, considering it was quite well known, especially with the group's growing popularity that you created many of the pieces that yourself and the boys would wear.

But no. Somehow you didn't think that this topic would be brought up once again.

"Stray Kids is family, no matter what," Hyunjin spoke up, communicating as best he could in English that gender didn't matter.

The boys could sense your discomfort at Oscar blatantly calling you a girl. Surely he's done enough research that he knows you identify differently?

Even the less confident English speakers, Lee Know and Jeongin seemed to catch on what was happening.

"And what an interesting family you are indeed," Oscar didn't notice your unease or the slightly more defensive stances that the boys acquired from their seats.

"I also wanted to comment that I think Y/N is my bias, you guys!"

Seeming to think there was a more lighter mood in the room, Y/N themself to relax a bit and laugh along.

"Come on boys, don't be jealous, I just think she's got this special quality about her," Oscar continued, thinking the frowns on your members' faces were playfully jealous of his comment.

"They are very special to us, we feel lucky to have them in our group," Han spoke up, subtlely linking his pinkie with yours as a form of comfort. The boys knew that such situations like this still hurt you, because of how you struggled to understand why you felt different and finally knew why, it was frustrating when other people, who were clearly in a position to do some research, didn't know.

Of course you'd give the benefit of the doubt, maybe he didn't know and he might be apologetic, in which case it would all smooth over.

But it wasn't in this case.

"Actually, Oscar, Y/N is non-binary," Chan began, looking towards you to see if you wanted to continue.

"Yes, I use they/them pronouns and don't identify as either male or female, I'm just, me," you shrug it off and say casually, because that's how you felt it should be. It wasn't a big deal,.it was just who you are.

"Oh wow, that's quite interesting, so you don't look at it like she's your younger sister? Or you don't think that as a boyband you have a disadvantage having a female member?" Oscar furrowed his brows.

"We don't feel the need to recognise our member by a gender," Seungmin grabbed the mic provided by the studio and calmly spoke into it, it almost fully calmed you down, his soft voice as he spoke in English filling the room.

"It doesn't matter. We are a group. Just a group of people who like making music and entertaining our stays, and that's how they like it, so..." Felix's knee bobbed up and down, and you couldn't tell if the ray of sunshine was slowly turning into a thundercloud or if he was nervous to speak his mind. You were thankful either way.

"Right... I mean, it's funny, it must be weird, like having her as a novelty to the group, almost?" Oscar said genuinely, like he didn't see an issue in how he was conducting himself.

"They are best," Jeongin threw a cheeky smile your way, making the weight on your shoulders feel just a little bit lighter.

"We're a unit. A team. I mean, it's funny, we don't feel the need to separate ourselves based on gender," Chan passive aggressively said, using the man's previous words to show he would not take anymore ignorance to how his member was being treated.

"Look, I don't expect people to understand straight away, but I can appreciate them looking at me not just for what I believe is a socially constructed view, one that I don't align with, but for my talent," you slowly explained, nerves filling your body as you hoped the way that you had explained yourself had made sense and would get a message across to the interviewer.

"See, that's something I think would bring even more attention to your success! Y/N do you think that creating this facade has brought you more fans?" Oscar questioned, his kind intentions slipping away.

"Excuse me?" you were taken aback. Facade? He thought that you were pretending?

"Hyung? We can go now? Yeah, ok, great. We'll be leaving now, thank you for your time, I think," Chan sarcastically smiled at Oscar after getting the green light from their manager that they could leave.

"So, that wraps up our interview with Stray Kids today..."

You sighed as you all got into the van, leaving the studio all together. You sat in the back with Lee Know and Changbin.

"What did he say at the end?" Lee Know questioned, rubbing your knee soothingly.

"That I'm a fake," you scrunch your face, looking at the ceiling of the car to trap your tears and avoid them from escaping.

"He has no idea what he's talking about, Y/Nnie," Changbin turned to you as best he could at the back of the van.

"I just wish I could feel normal, but sometimes it's things like this that just alienate me from everyone else, you know?" you sigh, tapping your leg with your fingers to distract yourself.

"You're far from an alien, Y/N. We don't care about what other people say, you're a part of us. Chan hyung was right, we're a unit, and we'll stay as one forever," Hyunjin reassured you.

"Plus, if anyone is an alien, it's Hannie," Seungmin savagely chuckled.

"I'M AN ALIEN ON THIS EARTH!!!" Han took that as his cue to sing his song loudly, causing you to groan and cover your ears.

"Someone help him return to his home planet," you giggled, making the other boys laugh along with you.

"Seriously though, we've got you, hm? Stupid interviewers like that have no respect..." Jeongin shook his head, feeling irritated.

"He was nice at the start..." you trailed off, thinking about Oscar's bright personality which was for sure what brought in viewers and listeners of the podcast.

"But then he showed his true colours, he was rude, you didn't deserve the disrespect, end of," Chan said from the front of the car, making his voice a little louder than normal so everyone could hear.

"Thanks, Channie," you smiled, the two boys in the back of the car with you letting you relax against them as the stress seemed to leave your body.

They had your back, always.

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♡ ... accompanying playlist. Hyunjin stared at the unfinished painting. It always seemed to stare back. And its eyes — it had none — looked like yours.

❥ angst. hurt, comfort. hopeful ending. ❥ not beta read. gender neutral reader (no pronouns). past breakup. declining mental health (depression). mentions of suggestive activity. exes to…

📝 happy valentine’s day! art & playlist by me. otherwise, enjoy.

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Should he have called you?

He loves all sorts of art. He has not once ever hated a single piece, thinking that all works were masterpieces in their own right.

Standing in the corner of the room, though, was a canvas he hated to see. Hyunjin didn’t dislike your unfinished painting, but he hated being reminded of what could’ve been.

It had been a year yet nothing in that corner of the room had changed. He always used the studio, of course, the large open workspace full of ideas that came to fruition and stored the ones that didn’t in unsealed paint cans and palettes with stories in them.

The room was littered — half-clean thanks to weekly maintenance — but not dusty. It was a calculated mess, typical for an artist, atypical for a depressed romantic.

Because all but one goddamn corner of the room changed. That one painting stood on that easel, paint dried yet not chipping once off its canvas.

It was supposed to be a portrait of his face. You finished the perimeter of his head, his bangs and mullet colored in, and an underpainting of his skin was in the works. His lips were as luscious as you used to claim — one of his favorite compliments, he wouldn’t admit — and they were frozen in an ever-present gentle smile. He didn’t have any eyes yet, but your rendition of him stared back at Hyunjin like a warped reflection in moving water.

Yet it seemed to stand still in time.

That’s why he called you. After months of no contact, he dialed you up at 2 AM in a state of slightly calmed panic. Hyunjin wasn’t thinking; he didn’t want to think, not anymore. All he wanted was to see you.

He bit his lips that you once said were luscious and full. The anticipation in his system only seemed to outweigh the feeling of his teeth clamping his lower lip.

Autopilot drew over his actions. Your phone rang. His own vibrated in his hand. He allowed the speaker to ring across the colorfully-decorated walls of the studio.

Please, pick up.

“Hello?”

Hyunjin blinked and suddenly he was back to where he was. The call had been over twenty minutes ago. It would be approximately ten more minutes before you’d arrive at his doorstep.

Was that really your voice that he heard?

Can’t be stupid, of course that was you. There was no mistaking the calm and soothing timbre of a voice that had just awoken, not from sleep, but from resting a stretch of time without speech.

Maybe he dreamt it up again? No, he didn’t. Then, why did he do that?

Hyunjin, are you fucking stupid? He couldn’t help his thoughts.

It’s no secret that he’d slip into that same blurry headspace, the one where he’d stop thinking and just do. Do things. Do whatever. It would take a bone to the head for him to even stop him at this state and it was painfully clear whenever he was in this trance.

He wouldn’t speak much. He’d pick up whatever he was supposed to hold and focus with deathly control. He’d zone in instead of out; this regularly occurred when he was painting, and he’d lose track of thought and simply keep going.

Is that why my works are more soulless lately? I don’t think when I make them. Hyunjin waved a hand in front of his sleepy eyes.

The downside to this was that, after the autopilot switches off, the flurry of thoughts would race and speed and subsequently crash. His thoughts were bullet trains that resumed motion and his head had tracks suddenly converging at a point. It’s wild, even to him, and he still isn’t sure if he’s gotten used to it yet.

All that he knew is that he missed you dearly.

You would know him better than he does. You would know how to comfort him. You would know — no, understand him better. Process his feelings more than he could ever do alone.

He never knew what love was until he loved you. He still loves you. It’s a love that eats away at him, as it’s the only love he knows.

It’s the only love he had. It’s the only love he lost.

Knock, knock, knock.

And it’s the only love that answers his call.

Startled by the sudden noise, Hyunjin got up from the dark amber floors of his well-loved studio and stopped staring at the painting.

It told him something. It seemed to know that someone was there. The artist behind his unfinished face, you, returned to his home no matter how absent-minded he seemed to be as he called you.

But he could leave the door unanswered. He could half-lie, pretend that he was drunk and fell asleep, text you a simple apology. It could be simpler.

But you were waiting so patiently by his door.

Curse you. Why have you always been patient with him? Why do you always wait for him? He didn’t deserve you, didn’t deserve to date you then break up with you. He didn’t deserve to waste a single second of your time.

Even if you weren’t together anymore, why do you wait so loyally for him behind a door that won’t open in the dead middle of the night?

Hyunjin pondered whether or not to unlock the entrance and let you back into his life at least for one more fleeting moment.

“Sorry for making you wait,” he said, guiding you through the halls of his house as if you hadn’t memorized it by now.

Maybe he wanted the moment to feel special all over again. After several months of calling it quits, he wanted to make it feel as if you re-entered a dream from where you left off.

Ignore that it looked nightmarish now. If it at least holds any bearing, it did feel like you picked up from where you left off, though.

The more you traversed the familiar walls you once called home, the more it seemed apparent that life and time both flowed and stopped within the house. Some things were stuck in time, like the one-fourth full shampoo bottle sitting in your former corner of his shower. The sink was newly wet, water still dripping from the porcelain. It wasn’t like you wanted to pry, but the bathroom door was wide open to begin with, the scene more apparent when you noticed Hyunjin sniffling behind you.

Did he break down in the restroom again?

You knew he always did that. He didn’t have the habit of keeping to himself, but when he didn’t want to display his vulnerability to you, the same bathroom became his space if an outlet. Drawings weren’t always an answer, especially if it was his job, so he’d sob in the restroom — and it seemed, in his dissociative episode, he cried for a minute before calling you.

You walked further into the house. Your steps creaked against the wooden flooring that he promised to fix several months ago — had it been a year?

Maybe so. You haven’t used the same brand of the three-fourths empty shampoo bottle since last year. You switched brands since you left him.

He must’ve noticed. Hyunjin always made it known to you that he loved taking whiffs of your scent when you once were lovers. Now that he was trailing behind you while simultaneously guiding you through the depressive home, he must’ve realized that once was a lavender-scented head became lemon and lime.

It was unfamiliar. It shouldn’t affect Hyunjin. It’s just you. You’ve changed, so did the house, so did he, but it wasn’t anywhere near your level of maturation and growth.

Because how the fuck does a change of shampoo beat an unchanging home?

“Hyune,” you called to him, “do you need help with anything over here?”

He blinked. Even he didn’t know why he called you.

“I thought you needed help with the furniture?”

Right…right? He said that? Caught up in the sight of you after months, Hyunjin didn’t even remember his own excuse. He just craved to see you. See the person you grew to become.

See the person who left for the sake of love.

“Oh, yeah, I do.” Hyunjin sniffled with a weak smile. “Had to move a table in our—the studio, but your stuff’s in there.”

A genuine shock washed over you. “Shit, I forgot some things? I’m sorry.”

Hyunjin shouldn’t be this delighted to see your emotions.

He always loved watching you talk. He listened with full observation, relishing in the way you expressed yourself because you were beyond entertaining. You were his opposite, but also his twin flame. So maybe that was why it burnt his chest with charred edges to see that you were so much more confident in your words.

Was it speech therapy? Was it freedom? Was it because you left him, that you learned to love yourself more? Was it really not him, but you? “It’s not you, it’s me?”

Shit. He was overthinking again. His temples started to hurt more than it did. Sweating and despairing and wondering when — if it would all end by staring at you long enough.

He led you through the corner leading up to the studio. The first thing you saw, thankfully, wasn’t the mess he was creating around the corner; it was your painting. The haunting aura of Hyunjin’s portrait seemed to surprise you, taking one step back on your left leg. The studio was rampant of Hyunjin’s constant and bustling work ethic and then there was your corner, pristine in the way that it hadn’t moved at all. The painting stared at you both. You wondered if that had really been the state at which you left it — the state at which you left him.

You’re not the same. There’s comfort in the fact that you’re still you, the you he fell for and cherished. The you that he deemed his darling. His co-artist, his muse.

Standing in his studio after months, taking a gander at your unfinished work; you have the same backside but your silhouette has changed. Hyunjin couldn’t seem to grasp it. How could he, when you were his one and only love?

“God, that thing’s still there,” you joked. For a moment, Hyunjin’s thoughts seemed to calm themselves as you both chuckled silently.

“It’s funny, I stare at your painting and it looks like it’ll never crack.” He pointed at the painting, forgetting about the furniture he pretended to need help with. “You haven’t even varnished it and yet I feel more brittle than it ever will be.”

There’s a solemn look in his eyes as he stared at the spitting image of him, albeit rough around the edges and eyeless.

“Bits and pieces of my heart chipped when you left,” he whispered, though you caught it.

He bit his tongue to keep himself from uttering the petname “darling.” Force of habit, even after months — yet nobody could blame him, especially after you left him to wonder what you both were.

He knew how to mix orange paint better than knowing the mix of emotions you gave him.

“I’m sorry?”

The guilt washed over his shoulders as he realized that he spoke aloud, suddenly hoping that you could just go back to furnitures. He pretended to clear his dusty table, only for your hand to catch his. Skin on skin had never felt this refreshing. He’d realized that he never had another being touch him after you left.

“No, nevermind, I—”

“Hyune, no, I’m sorry.” The sincerity in your voice gave him goosebumps that he hoped you hadn’t felt under your palm. “I didn’t think I’d affect you like this…”

“It’s nothing big, really,” he scoffed, his own eye bags from losing sleep over you proving him otherwise. Hyunjin started feeling weird, like his head was spinning and he could faint at any moment. He was losing balance while holding onto the table. All he wanted was for you to talk.

Your concern only ever grew. “But you even kept the painting like that. Why didn’t you just take it down?”

You turned to him after he gave no response.

He thought and thought until he lost himself in a sea of overwhelming ideas and questions. He tried to come up with answers until he concluded that these were the same questions he’d ask himself every single day as he worked in the same exact studio. If only his clutter could talk, they’d know his secret; he’d stare at your art in between his works and mourn.

Mourn the future he couldn’t have with you. Mourn the lost love.

“Couldn’t take it down I guess.” Hyunjin huffed, defeated. “I just…couldn’t.”

That’s when it hit you. A lot of things in his house were merely things he simply couldn’t let go of.

The shampoo bottle from earlier. The painting. Trinkets stacked in the corners of the hallway you slowly walked through were keychains that you and Hyunjin bought at art fairs together. The hat you’d been missing was hanging by the entrance all along, untouched. Some brushes in his studio were yours.

He’d been stuck in a limbo between the past and present, unable to see a future from the dust on his table. Hyunjin stood in silence as you both shared a knowing look.

A look you couldn’t even spare him when you left.

For the past months, he couldn’t stop fixating on the last time you made love — the night before you left. It was great, satisfying and full of sweat and tears, full of kisses and promises that you’ll be back someday. You were going to focus on yourself, that you realized that love isn’t for you if you didn’t love yourself first. Hyunjin believed in it. He believed in you. You weren’t lying, but you weren’t sure of your words either. You figured that was the point of leaving, so that you’d “come back” as a sure, secure, and mature person.

It’s just that the world had been so unkind to you both. The things that you used to enjoy with him became something of nothing, and you realized that it was your end that needed fixing. To you, coming back wasn’t a promise to Hyunjin. To him, it was something he was willing to wait for even until the next lifetime. Love to you was for yourself to grow and familiarize with, but love to him was something he only knew through you.

That was the last time he’d ever touched another person, let alone himself. That was the last time he had ever uttered “I love you.” But maybe, just maybe, you were too set on leaving to care about the sex. It was full of love to him but it was probably empty to you. It was probably one last promise that you wanted to fulfill—let go of. You didn’t even pack your shampoo bottles when you left.

Hyunjin sat on the ground, legs about to give in from the sheer weight of his emotions and thoughts. You followed suit, sitting beside him.

I feel weird again.

Hyunjin clutched his arms closer to his chest, squeezing his knees in between the embrace, trembling in fear of another barrage of racing thoughts consuming him, eating away at his space.

There was nothing he could do about it. It always just seemed to happen.

Everything hurt, his brain was throbbing, your presence alone was too much in his shitty abode that he calls a home, his studio is one shabby excuse of a room that shouldn’t have you in it, you didn’t deserve to be here, in his place, in his damned, shitty place—

“Hyune.”

You reached out behind yourself to grab his arm.

“You’re not okay.”

It took two full, quiet seconds before anything. You stared not at his arm, but his eyes.

“Thought it was obvious,” he tried to joke. Once he caught a glimpse of your unwavering concern, he looked back down.

You made the grip on his arm firmer. You stroked his forearm with your thumb. It seemed to ground your ex, but he still felt just as broken as he was earlier.

“I’m sorry.” You sighed. “I keep saying it but I don’t think it’ll ever be enough. I’m sorry I left you like this. I’m sorry I even left you. I just…you know that I had to do this for me, for us…”

You felt something in your throat. You swallowed it. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to forgive me. I know how shitty it is and now, I’m here for you.”

Hyunjin wordlessly listened, nodding at your now-real and sincere promises. Tears were falling down his eyes in the same tracks his previous tear stains ran down.

Your painting had been staring at you this whole time, the strokes around the eyes sticking out like sore thumbs to him — they were more of pinky promises to you, left hanging and ignored yet still innocently waiting.

“Let’s fix that,” you sighed.

“What?”

You looked at Hyunjin with a smile, half fond and half despondent. “May I finish this real quick?”

Hyunjin simply stared at you. The tears in his eyes fell but he didn’t dare blink. His eyes were wide open, in awe of your smile, scorn growing in his chest that you are both incredibly hurt people.

He hated, still hates, and will always hate the way that this world wronged either of you to the extent that you smile with unhappiness.

Alas, you got up to finish your work, thinking he nodded when he didn’t.

You stumbled to get up on two legs, struggling in your trembling body to even put a hand on your knee to get up. It was less of heartbroken now and more of tired, emotionally exhausted, sleepy, and slightly frustrated at the sight of your unfinished work.

Though it was your painting that your chose to abandon for months, you finally took the brush and picked up a surprisingly active thinner and a semi-dry pigment — random color that you couldn’t bother to check — off his palette with its bristles. You started slashing in a semi-calculative fashion, not minding the strokes but rather the picture you were painting, burning butterflies from your brain right onto the canvas.

Hyunjin stared curiously with hands on his knees still close to his chest. The eyes that were promised on the canvas became less and less like his own until they weren’t.

And there they were, butterflies sitting on a portrait of his face.

“There,” you said, accomplished. For some reason though, the lump in your throat returned.

You figured it was the thought of slightly finishing in the way you never intended to. You remembered working on the piece while you were still together, promising to paint him a portrait as a signifier of your love for him. He sat in front of your easel for hours, not because you couldn’t paint his face right, but because you and him couldn’t finish your work from laughing together and talking endlessly.

You couldn’t get it done even if you wanted to just because he loved you so much. He loved you enough to make you smile and laugh. He loved you to the point of obsession and fixation. Nowadays, you aren’t sure how you feel about that, but then, it was refreshing and alive.

Maybe that’s what killed love for you. You didn’t want him and his explosive bouts of love to get in the way of your love for your work, your life, yourself. You loved him, you still do. It’s no question. So, what is it?

Is it that you didn’t love him the way he loved you?

You left to focus on yourself. You left to find the love that you needed for yourself. Or maybe, is this his consequence of loving too much?

Or did you not love him the same?

“It’s…” Hyunjin slowly spoke, “it’s so pretty.”

Your eyes sparkled at him. He was fixated on the butterfly in your painting.

“Your work is always so beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you nervously said. The tears started to pool by your eyes. The nostalgia, the pain in his voice, the longing for you and him…was it all too much?

Hyunjin seemed to have an answer.

“Though we won’t be certain about what’s in store for us,” he mustered up the courage to say, “I’m certain that you’ll always be in my picture.”

“What if I don’t want to be in your picture anymore?” You asked.

Hyunjin’s lips shut.

You didn’t know what overcame you when you said that. The frustration of thoughts, from having to answer your ex’s call and seeing him break down like this, to questioning the love that you still have for him. It was all much.

“I’ll be hurt,” he sniffled, “I’ll respect it.”

While you were at it, you had to ask. “Is it selfish to say that I wish you didn’t love me so that you leaving would’ve been easier?”

A part of you wished this too much. You hoped that he could just move on. But again, how could he? How could he when you were his first, his supposed last? You were the one who taught him love and he loved you with his all. It’s not a love that you’re used to and it’s not a type of love you could give to him let alone yourself.

Your eyes shifted towards the painting again when he couldn’t answer, until you felt his hand reaching out for yours.

“I love you most. It isn’t selfish, but I think I’m selfish for still yearning. You just know me better than I know myself.” Hyunjin spoke with a sudden eloquence that gave you shivers.

It wouldn’t last long.

“Thank you.” You held his hand with your other. “But Hyunjin…you should know yourself better than most.”

“Darling—” His voice broke slightly. The habit creeped back, betraying his tongue as it chased you. “Y/N, I don’t even know anything, so how else am I supposed to do that with myself?”

It became trickier to respond as his tears exploded. “Then understand yourself,” you said, “It’s hard, it sucks, but look. You have to care for yourself before you get to love others.”

“Like you?” He asked with swollen, slightly bitten lips. “You know yourself.”

“I don’t. Not yet. Not completely.”

Hyunjin nodded with sorrow in his eyes. “It’s just…”

He took a deep breath as he glanced at the butterfly. It seemed like a breed of bug that would be free in the wind. He wished to become that, a wandering creature with beauty and nothing in its simple mind but the love of life.

Hyunjin exhaled.

“I’ve been trying to accept that you left because you found yourself, and I’m happy for you. But I can’t help myself. I can’t help but think about you. I can’t help but miss you. I can’t help thinking about how you are, I can’t help staring at the things you left for me, I can’t help the thought that—”

You don’t love me.

“That…th-that…you’re better off without me.”

Holding his hand tighter, you urged him to look at you. “Hyunjin…that isn’t the case. At all.”

“Yet I can’t help it. I…I can’t lose you.” He started choking in his words. “I see my own portrait and all I’ll think about is you.”

Words started to hit like pangs to your chest. He’s right; it’s difficult to separate the art from the artist especially in your circumstances. He couldn’t let the notion of you go at all.

“You painted it. You stared at me. I’ll never forget the concentrated face you made while drawing me. It all goes back to you, and I love you, and I just…”

“Hyunjin…”

“I’m so stupid. I’m sorry. You don’t need to hear any of this. It’s so early, I…” He gulped and bit his bottom lip. “And I can’t kick you out now. God. I’m so fucking stupid…”

Pity and sincere concern washed over you. “You aren’t.” You’ve been in this scene before, back when you were together. Hyunjin’s grateful that you still have the right words to say. “Hyune…I still care for you deeply. I love you.”

“I love myself too and I’m sorry I prioritized myself. I left you in the dark. I’m so, so sorry.”

He tilted his head at that. “No. You deserve to be happy.” He’s right, there was no need to be sorry for choosing yourself when he could only choose you too.

You tried to smile. “Hyune, I always hope that you’ll be happy too.”

A few seconds of silence passed before a glint amidst your ex’s crying appears in his very real eyes.

“We can go back to painting maps. I hope by then, you’ll find yourself too.”

Profound words became skipped heartbeats. If you knew what to say, then he would always be ahead. That’s what you loved about him.

“If I do find it…the way back…” Hyunjin stuttered, “Will you come back to me too?”

“Maybe.” You smiled. “There’s a point that fate will take me to. Hope to meet you at that point.”

The both of you prepared coffee as purple streaks of daylight broke into the sky. You caught up with yourselves and shared a few jokes over the dining table. It had been a while since Hyunjin — nor you — felt this kind if human connection again. The bitterness of the caffeine and sweetness of the sugar would be fitting for you both if it weren’t for the fact that you both downed your drinks with ease, just as you would before.

Things are different, things are the same. Hyunjin promised to be healthier. You picked up one of his extra paper bags and got some of your stuff.

“Hyune, I want to apologize one last time,” you turned to him. “Sorry I pulled the “it’s not you, it’s me” thing even if I knew next to nothing either. And sorry for leaving this.”

You held up the unopened shampoo bottle next to your head. Hyunjin blinked before smiling fondly.

“Do you still want it?”

“Well, you probably need it.”

“I have stock of a new one at home. I miss this one though. Do you mind?”

Familiarity returned at last once you gave him the look with the big, curious eyes.

Hyunjin realized that you, no matter the distance, were never going to be too far from his heart.

Like a butterfly, it always returns to the flowers. Chipped paint can be retouched with new, brighter pigment. Love isn’t off the table, it changes — it grows. Maybe it branches in different directions, but just like butterflies, they don’t fly in straight paths.

He smiled wider when he realized he took too long to respond.

“Not at all.”

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first time ~ hyunjin

pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader

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rating: 18+! warnings below cut!

genre: some fluff, smut, very soft!dom hyunjin

synopsis: in which a late night visit at the dance studio turns steamy

warnings: fingering, some nipple play, teasing, unprotected sex, some choking, some praising, hyunjin loud in bed

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tangled limbs strained against invisible binds as the music changed tempos. each move melting into each other fluidly with each beat. the room dimly lit from the lights on the ceiling casting a soft shadow of his long elegant form.

the soft yet sensual movements of his body drawing you in. eyes fixated on each movement he made. losing himself to the music until it finally ends.

all that could be heard was the soft panting and hands clapping. you were absolutely marveled at his skills. his lips casting the softest smile while finally turning his attention on you. soft looks shared from across the room.

“like what you see?, hyunjin teased while making his way over to you.

“you know I always do,” you tease back as he sits next to you on the cold studio floor while grabbing his water bottle and chugging it. droplets of water going down his long neck. the soft movements of his adam's apple going up and down. his long veiny fingers wrapped around the cold wet bottle. long wet hair sticking to his forehead and neck. he finished his bottle and tossed it aside while licking his pink plump lips. then directing his attention to you and facing you.

“you know… I can't concentrate while dancing when you look at me like how you are right now,” he teased, having caught your staring. everyone in the world would agree that your boyfriend was absolutely breathtaking. so getting all his attention and being asked to see his new dance to the song “taste” was exciting. to say you werent eye fucking him the whole time was an understatement. you weren't together that long and haven't taken things all the way. you were barely alone together. always with him and his members, constantly interrupted at his place by a bunch of the guys shirtless eating chicken breast and ranting about the gym.

“well you should be concentrating on me instead, so…”you teased before cracking up at your boyfriend that's giving you a disgusted face and poking you in the nose before blushing and giggling at your comment. hyunjin loved to tease you and you normally wouldn't tease him back, but you were on a roll today. blaming your hormones and watching him dance like you've never seen before.

“was my dancing okay? I've been working very hard on it so I hope it wasn't too bad. the boys said I still had to practice and fix some things before our performance,” he whines and pouts while grabbing your hand in his. your hands molding perfectly into each other with his overpowering yours in size.

hyunjin would never admit he liked skinship, but in reality he craved it and needed it to survive. he needed constant physical touch from you to feel safe and assured.

“my love… you did amazing. I'm not lying when I say you are the best dancer I have ever watched. each movement was smooth yet calculated. you are so talented. I wish you saw yourself how I see you… perfect,” you voiced while brushing his hair behind his ear and smiling as he leaned into your touch. you loved how long his hair had gotten and how he looked with a mullet.

whatever he does, and whatever he sees he always thinks to himself if you would like it. he thought of you both as one.

he got distracted by the thought of you while looking into your eyes. getting lost into them as you finished speaking. he brought his hand up to your cheek making you now lean into his touch. brushing his hand softly over your cheek before looking down at your lips while licking his own and looking back up to your eyes. you looked down at his lips and blushed, giving him the confirmation to kiss you.

lips pausing before the kiss. just barely touching and breathing each other's air. feeling dizzy from the attraction and need for him.

“never seen you look at me like that before. I got to say… it's really turning me on,” he says before giving in and crashing his lips to yours. lips molding perfectly together. the hand on your cheek slowly going to your neck while the other goes to your waist. you climb onto his lap and straddle him. both of your breathing getting louder and louder as the kisses intensify. his hand on your throat slowly gets tighter while the one on your waist goes to your breasts and squeezes it catching you off guard which allows him to trace your bottom lip with his tongue causing you to slightly moan. tongues meeting and rolling over each other. your hands making their way to his long hair and tugging on it causing him to let out a loud groan. It was like music to your ears. you start grinding your hips on his lap. eliciting a sweet moan from the both of you. actions getting hotter and hotter until he couldn't take it anymore. lips parting while you both heavily breath.

“should we move this to the couch… the floor kind of hurts,” he giggles while panting. leave it to hyunjin to be goofy and dramatic at a time like this you said to yourself.

“mhmm,” you confirmed before attaching your lips to his neck.

“then hold on tight baby,” he whispers while putting both hands on your thighs, holding firmly. he gets up from the floor with your legs straddling his waist and arms holding onto his shoulder and neck with ease as if it was nothing. In a mere second he sat you both on the couch that was in the dance studio. the same position as before with you straddling his lap, except now on the black leather couch. one hand travels back into his hair while the other travels to his shoulder before ghosting over his neck. he gives you a slap on the ass which causes you to squeeze on his neck causing the loudest moan to escape his lips. your lips break away from the kiss as he looks at you with pure lust.

“you look so good with your hands wrapped around my neck baby,” he teases before picking you up and pinning you under him. his hand now gripping your neck while the other is on your waist getting closer and closer to your breasts. his hand squeezed over your breast causing him to groan into the kiss.

you would always catch him staring at your breasts and whenever you would cuddle he would use them as a pillow which you eventually learned was intentional and not by coincidence. his hand went to the bottom of your tank top tugging at it asking for permission to take it off. you took your hand and put it on top of his guiding it to take off your shirt. lips parting as he hungrily takes your tank top off revealing you in a pretty white lace bra. his lips attach to your neck giving you sweet soft kisses then trailing down and stopping right before he reaches your bra.

“can I kiss and touch you here baby,” he asked, biting his lip in anticipation.

“yes baby, please,” you say right away, missing his touch and wanting him to take you completely.

“always so needy,” he groans before his hand slips under your back and in one swift movement unhooks your bra. It's off in an instant. his eyes locked on the beautiful sight. you were perfect to him. he wasn't the best with his words so he wanted to show you how much he cared for you.

once he was out of his trance his tongue found his way to your hardened peak flicking and swirling while his hand squeezes and flicks the other causing you painful but intoxicating sensations. he takes his time looking up at you and seeing what you like the best while moving onto the other hardened peak showing the same attention being more aware of what you liked.

you gripped his hair hard causing him to let go and giggle at you for a sec before attaching his lips to yours once again. your hands travel to his chest running up and down. one hand slowly goes towards his crotch lightly touching it while taking your hand away as if you hadn't done that causing him to groan and let go of your lips while sitting up and taking his shirt off before hungrily bringing his lips back to yours. your hands roam back to his crotch rubbing him up and down through his pants. hyunjin was not shy about making noise. he was moaning loudly into your kiss and making the sweetest noises, making you excited to hear him when he finally was inside you. hyunjin breaks your kiss and leans his forehead on yours, panting at how breathless he was.

“we don't have to do this… we can stop here… we are on a dusty sofa that isn't fit for a queen like you,” he said calmly until he laughed at the end when he said you were queen. hyunjin might have cringed at himself for saying that out loud, but he truly saw you as just that. when he dates someone, he truly has deep feelings for them. you were his everything. you giggled with him then grabbed his face with both hands and looked into his eyes and gave him a kiss on the nose which caused him to scrunch his face and look at you with a pout.

“my love… we could be almost anywhere and i wouldn't care… as long as i'm with you that's all that matters,” you voiced. he smiled warmly and kept eye contact. you knew he wasn't the best with his words, but you both had a way of understanding each other without words. he leaned back in and devoured your lips in a kiss. Your hands going straight for his waistband of his sweatpants and tugging. he took the sign and gave you one last peck before getting off of you and standing up.

his long fingers slowly made his way from his chest to his waistband when he finally stripped himself of his pants and boxers causing his hard long length to bounce up and slap his stomach. In the dim room you could see the pre cum on his tip glistening. you licked your lips causing him to smirk before reaching you again.

“I know you're on birth control, but do you want me to use a condom?” he grunts when you wrap your hands around his hard length spreading the pre cum with your fingers down his length before letting go causing him to whine and pout at you like the drama queen he is.

“no baby,”you seductively moan when his hands reach your waistband and take them off in an instant. still standing next to you he plays with you and runs his long fingers over your panties to feel how wet you are. you whine and want more.

“you're cute when you're whining for more… tonight I'll pleasure you beyond your wildest dreams,” he mutters before taking your panties off and climbing back on the couch above you. he latches his lips back on you while running his fingers over your wet folds. teasing you sliding up and down barely entering his fingers until you whine some more. he finally shoves two fingers inside you causing you to moan into his mouth. his fingers curving and hitting that spot that felt so good pumping in and out of you. adding a third finger stretching you some more and getting you ready for him. the closer you got to release the louder you got. he started pumping his fingers in and out of you erratically while you moved your hips with the rhythm losing composure. your kisses get sloppy with your nerves on fire, your hips jerk and you release on his fingers. he kisses you gently before letting go and putting his fingers in his mouth slowly savoring your taste.

“I need you jinnie,” you whine, needing him to fill you up. he chuckles and smirks looking down at you.

“are you sure you want this,” he says, features softening while looking into your eyes for any discomfort.

“yes jinnie, I do… I want you,” you reply with a smile. he gives you a peck on the forehead before lining himself up to your wet core. looking at you one last time before slowly pushing his long hard length into you.

sweet moans leave both of your mouths as you adjust to his size. once adjusted he slowly rolls his hips, filling you up and massaging your inner walls. thrusting harder and harder feeling your juices spilling out knowing he's hitting the right spots for you.

“you look even more beautiful with my length in you,”he rasped in your ear. the breath tickling your ear and starting to make you dizzy from arousal.

moans leaving your mouth with each thrust. music to his ears causing him to grunt deeply knowing he's hitting all those spots for you and driving you over the edge.

raising his body up and lifting one of your legs putting them on his shoulder. hitting all new spots you didn't think were possible. eyes never leaving his as his slim muscular build contracts with each hard thrust and contorts with each pump. a long veiny hand coming to your wet nub and rubbing it vigorously.

“god you're so beautiful,” he rasps.

head dizzy, all that was on your mind was one another. feeling as one and feeling intoxicated with the other. wanting to feel good, but make the other feel just as good.

“f-fuck,” you whimper feeling yours walls flutter around his hard throbbing length. eyes rolling back as you clench on him and you release.

hips thrusting into you even harder and sloppier, overstimulating your wet core as he jerks and floods you with his cum. letting out a loud sweet moan from those pretty pink lips.

collapsing on top of you. refusing to let you go and wanting to stay buried in you. he felt safe. finally looking up and you he stares into your eyes and looks at your lips giving you the sweetest peck. he takes one hand and intertwines it with yours.

“you make me so happy….. I feel like you and I are one…. I love you… and I want to be loved by you… you're my angel,” he whispers looking into your eyes, hopeful that you feel the same.

“I love you too jinnie… and I always will,” you whisper back before smiling and giggling like idiots savoring this moment.

disclaimer: my writing is intended for entertainment and does not represent any real person! the names are used for purely fictional purposes!

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dreaming-medium · 6 months

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Animals Without Direction Descriptions

Hello everyone! I figured a master post on how I see each of the members for Animals Without Direction would be smart this way we're all on the same page.

Each of these aesthetic pictures are a rough description of their outfits. They're not exact by any means. Take each one with a grain of salt. Most of the pictures are a lot fancier/over the top than how I see them.

Bang Chan

Jarl of Miroh

I always picture Chan with his natural curly hair as the Jarl. He's always put together but has a very relaxed air and vibe to him.

If he's ever wearing his armor, it's simple, yet very regal-- he is the ruler of the land after all. But most of the time that we see him, he's in a casual tunic and slacks.

Lee Minho

Jarl's Advisor

I went back and forth on Minho's hair for this fic for a bit. But I settled on his longer brown hair. Specifically his brown hair that hangs in front of his eyes a bit rather than parted in the center.

Minho is always put together in this fic. You will not catch him in casual clothing. He is always in darker armor/fancy tunics. He takes his job as Chan's advisor extremely seriously.

Seo Changbin

Commander

Very much your typical Changbin look for this fic! (I'll take any excuse to post the right pic of Changbin, look at those biceps DAMN.)

I always had this specific armor look in my mind for Changbin; I need this man's biceps out in battle. I can only picture the Skyrim Steel Armor when I write him in this fic, I can't help it. Additionally, I just know he would have beautiful gauntlets on his forearms.

Hwang Hyunjin

Court Mage

Hyunjin's MAMA hair is just SO Elven I cannot get over it. His appearance was the easiest for me to settle on. Look at him in these pictures and tell me he doesn't look like a fire mage.

Hyunjin's always in red mage robes with fancy clothes underneath. Like Minho, he is always put together. There's never a wrinkle to be seen in his clothing. Picture something like this but with a hood as well.

Han Jisung

Court Diplomat

Fluffy brown haired Han Jisung has me in a death grip. I keep leaning back and forth between a darker or lighter brown, so just imagine somewhere in between these two looks for him. In his more relaxed moments, his hair will be on the curlier side.

As the court diplomat, he typically is just in fancy clothes that show off his status. You'll never see Jisung in armor, he doesn't really know how to fight nor does his position require any fighting skill.

Lee Felix

Court Healer

Blond mullet Felix says 'Elven' the same way Hyunjin's MAMA look does. Add the blue contacts on top of that and it's perfect for this story.

Felix's wears restoration school robes during the day and while he's working in the Healing Ward. But when he's not 'working' he's in a casual tunic and trousers like Chan usually is.

Kim Seungmin

Court Rogue/Assassin

Another look I went back and forth on, but I settled here. I thought about it a lot, but typically when I think about him in these scenes, he has his choppy bangs that hang over his eyes.

Now, his rogue armor in my mind does have a lot of embellishments/leather straps/buckles. I know he himself usually goes for plain outfits and clothes, but he's also very practical and knows what he needs when he goes out on jobs. He needs all those pockets and hidden sleeves for items.

Yang Jeongin

Jarl's Squire

Jeongin in the story has that boyish handsomeness to him that you can't quite put into words. He's not a child anymore by any means, he's grown and an official squire to the Jarl but he still has his naïve moments as he's still learning.

Jeongin's usual armor in the training yard is something more casual and easy to move in; something you would see most guards wear. But then, in battle, his armor is definitely something more eye catching and elegant. He has to show off his status among the other soldiers.

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number1jeonginstan · 6 months

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Artist Next Door pt.1

A/N: Hi guys! I know I said I wasn't going to post for a month, but I already wrote this much for Artist Next Door and I want you guys to have something. I am so sorry that I haven't had the time to write, but give me a couple weeks, I am just really busy right now and then I got really sick again, pushing my schedule back a lot. But, give me two weeks and I will be pushing out stories left and right :) Also, I am totally fine with doing short fics, so please send me a message of what you guys want and I will try my best to write it for you guys!

WC: 2k

CW: Just fluff right now!

It was the first time you were living alone, in an apartment to yourself. You were glad to leave the life of rude roommates behind and the smell of weed that always lingered in your old neighborhood. You entered your apartment excited to start fresh. The walls were an eggshell color, and all of your boxes were scattered around the floor. You quickly decided to get to work whilst you had the motivation. You turned on your cleaning playlist and got started unpacking the boxes in front of you. You were so happy that with your new job, you could afford someone to build your couch and bedframe for you because honestly, you didn’t think you would be able to do it without ripping out your hair.

You started with your bedroom, putting all your clothes away in your closet and drawers and slowly moving onto your little nicknacks. You had always enjoyed paintings, so you brought some over with you, placing your favorite one on top of your bed. What was nice about being an Art Journalist was that you got to learn all about art and its culture, but also got to practice figuring out your own artistic style. You were blessed that your new company allowed you to hunt down underground artists because it made the job that much more fun. As you finally placed your sheets and blankets down, you decided a quick thirty-minute nap wouldn’t hurt. You snuggled into your bed, letting the blanket fully entrap you.

You woke up to your doorbell ringing, you had no idea who it was because you did not know anyone nor did any of your friends know your address yet. You yelled “coming” pulling off your blanket and running to the door. In front of you was the most beautiful man you have ever seen. His features were sharp, he had a bluish mullet and a hoodie covering his long frame. “Ummm, hi I believe this package is for you?” you still were a bit discombobulated from your nap. “Um, wait what” you said rapidly blinking. He just laughed “You seem to have just woken up from a nap” he pointed to the drool on your face and you quickly wiped it off with the back of your sweatshirt. “I’m your new neighbor, Hyunjin. Your name is y/n right? This is your package.” It was a box addressed to you, and the sender was your mom. You totally forgot she promised to send you some exotic spices. “Oh, thank you very much, and sorry moving in made me a bit tired.” He just laughed again, it was so beautiful you had to hear it again.

“Yeah I get that, I am in the apartment across from you if you need anything, have a nice night!” you just nodded quickly shutting your door, still embarrassed about the drool on your face. You decided to finish putting everything away to help distract yourself and forget the interaction with your neighbor.

“Hey y/n, how was the move into your new apartment?” your co-worker and the love of your Yuqi asked. “It went amazing, other than embarrassing myself in front of my new neighbor who looks like he walked out of a magazine cover.” you groaned while taking a sip of your chai (a/n, y’all it’s not chai tea latte, that’s like saying tea tea latte, please please I am begging do not make me come to your house and SMACK you for calling it chai tea, kisses - ju <3) that you got from the coffee shop below the office. “What did you do, drool on him?” she said with a laugh. You just looked at her “Oh y/n, please tell me you didn’t” she just sighed. “I didn’t drool on him I just had drool on my face from the nap I was taking,” you said burying your face in your hands. “This is such a you thing to do” she giggled. “What’s such a you thing to do?” Han shot up from behind his cubicle. “Something embarrassing in front of someone hot” Yuqi grinned. “Oh, I know all about that, she does embarrassing stuff in front of me all the time, and look at me, I’m smoking.” Jisung grinned, his smile infectious. You started to laugh “Good one Jisung” wiping away fake tears.

“Hey come on y/n, I bet you on a scale of one to ten, I’m a 9” he pouted. “It’s these damn round cheeks that don’t let people take me seriously.” “Yeah, it’s definitely that,” you said squishing his cheeks. Jisung has been one of your close friends since college. While you were in Journalism, he was in computer science you guys would have never crossed paths if it wasn’t for you guys bumping into one another wearing your “Kaonashi” shirt. It was your freshman year of college and you had ended up sleeping in and had to run to class, just changing into sweats and running out the door. On the way back, you guys bumped into each other, causing him to see your shirt and then ask you a million questions about it. It was the start of a beautiful friendship, even though at times he annoyed the living shit out of you.

“Hello, earth you y/n?? Are you alive or did you leave us for another planet?” Yuqi questioned whilst snapping her fingers in front of you. “Oh, I’m here don’t worry” “It seemed like you zoned out, thinking about your hot neighbor?” she questioned. “No, I was just thinking about who I should do an article on next. I don’t really know what or who to do it on. No one has really caught my eye recently,” you said sighing. “I don’t know why it’s so hard to find a new artist, there are so many but no one speaks to me like my last artist did”

“If you want, we can go to this event. I have two tickets for” Han grinned at you. “What event?” you asked, staring at him with your eyebrows raised. “Oh, just one of the most known underground event with aspiring new artists called “Spread My Wings”, but I don’t think it will interest you,” he said with a grin on his face. “Han Jisung” you yelled “How did you get tickets to that, it is one of the biggest events this year!” “What the hell is that?” Yuqi asked confused about what you were referring to. “It’s a black-tie event for underground artists, aspiring artists, and buyers. You can make a shit ton of money if you submit your art to it. Tickets are like 12k each from last I heard.” you said “Well, I do have my ways” Jisung just smiled, “and you are my date.”

Your jaw dropped to the floor, “are you being serious, because if you are playing with me I will make sure you will never be able to have kids.” Han looked at you terrified “I’m not lying to you, why would I do that?” “Do you not remember that time when you promised me we were going to the amusement park but we ended up at the DMV for 4 hours?” you asked with a stoic face. “Oh, right…” he said scratching the back of his neck. “But this time, I am not lying. You know that rich dude I helped who got his computer hacked and his info sold on the black market?” He asked knowing you knew exactly what he was talking about because it took him a week to erase his entire digital footprint and he was living off of energy drinks the entire time. “Well, as a payment for all the extra stuff I took off, he gave me two tickets to it!”

You ran over and hugged Jisung so hard that it felt like you were choking him. “Thank you thank you thank you!” you exclaimed. “Wait, when is it though?” you asked knowing that you would have to find an outfit for it. “It’s in two months, do you think you can find another person to interview by then?” “Yeah, I have someone lined up for this month, a photographer named Kim Seungmin. Let’s hope he’s nice and answers my questions, unlike the last dude.” you sighed. “I believe in you y/n,” Yuqi said, sipping her coffee.

You ended up going back to your work, knowing you had a long night of researching Seungmin and figuring out what makes his brain tick and what kind of questions you need to ask him. It was late at night and you were almost done, realizing that cooking was not going to be in your best interest right now, and decided to order something to your house instead. You walked home enjoying the crisp cool air of a summer’s night, a slight breeze gracing your cheek. You finally reached home, hopping into the elevator to your apartment. You reached your door to see your food and a little note next to it. “I think your food got delivered to my apartment, and you didn’t open the door when I knocked, so I’m just leaving it here” - Hyunjin. Knowing you had such a kind new neighbor brought a smile to your lips. You quickly rushed inside grabbed the food and ate.

It was like this for a couple of days, you constantly stressing out about finding a new artist after Seungmin and then also needing to interview him. Every time you even attempted to reach out to him, it was futile. He would always push you off saying he had something that came up, or he had a shoot that day, or he was just out of time. You were frustrated beyond belief because you had to get this interview done. You were just counting the days til Saturday so you could have some free time. You knew that there was a farmer’s market near your apartment and you wanted to check it out. You wanted to buy new ingredients to make some cookies with just as a way to greet yourself to your new neighbors, a courtesy of sorts.

After a rigorous week and finally setting a date for your interview with Seungmin, it was finally Saturday. You woke up at 6:30, wanting to make yourself look presentable for the farmer’s market. Albeit, you did not know anyone there or even had anyone to dress up for, you wanted to look nice. You chose a cute floral green dress that adorned your body perfectly, adding some white ribbon to your hair. You ventured off downstairs only to run into Hyunjin. “Oh, good morning,” you said with a cheery smile. “Good morning” he replied with a curt nod. He had no idea how you were so cheery at such an early time. It was eerie to him especially as he hadn’t even gone to sleep yet. He stayed up all night finishing a piece for an exhibit he had soon, but you hadn’t known that. You must have thought he was crazy, drinking an energy drink this early in the morning, but you didn’t, you were too busy making a checklist in your head of everything you needed. Bidding him goodbye you put in your headphones and walked to the market. The weather was a bit too warm for your liking, but you still persisted knowing they close in a few hours and you did not want to miss your chance for an entire week.

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gloomybubbletea · 1 year

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Once More to See You- Hwang Hyunjin

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Synopsis: As an idol, you feel as if your every move gets judged when reporters and fans are always trying to uncover something scandalous, and usually always fail to do so. Under these circumstances are you still willing to hide your love, for the sake of not only yours… but for his reputation?

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

Genre/AU: Angst, a pinch of fluff, Idol AU, Reader is an idol

Trope: Forbidden Love

Word Count: 1.8K

It had officially been an entire week since the media had blown up due to recent controversy over whether or not you and Hyunjin were in a relationship. Photo after photo, and article after article psychoanalyzing the two of you. Your behavior, your guy's body language, and even the way the two of you would look at each other. You had dreaded this day, but you knew it was to come soon. The day both of your managers as well as the two of you were to be called down to the company to discuss this controversy.

You picked at the skin of your fingertips as the silence began to swallow you whole. The two of you sat right next to each other but refused to even sneak a glance at one another because you both know what is to come with this meeting.

In the midst of all this, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander as you thought about when the two of you first met.

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You were exhausted, and it showed. The whole group had been preparing for months for this new comeback, but it was the weekend and you were prepared to go home. Heading into the elevator you yawned. It was a normal day, you thought nothing of this.

That was until the elevator door began to close, and you heard him yell, “Wait wait! don’t let that door close!”

Quickly you put your foot towards the entrance to stop the elevator door from closing, he made it in. “Thank you!” He said gratefully.

Hyunjin was his name, he was with stray kids in the first division. His hair looked like it was growing into a mullet, and a baggie white shirt along with jeans is what he was wearing. You had never spoken to him, to say that he was intimidating was an understatement. Hyunjin was a big deal around the company due to his visuals, dancing, and singing. Of course, speaking to him would be nerve-wracking.

So you bit your tongue, stared at the glowing sign of numbers, and waited until you got to your floor.

“You guys preparing for a new comeback?” He asked, breaking this uncomfortable silence. It was an innocent yet simple question. You didn’t know why you were so surprised that he had even wanted to speak to you.

Nonetheless, you answered with a hum in response, “Yea, things have been really busy and tiring, but it’ll all be worth it in the end.” you paused, “I think.”

He had chuckled at your response, and for some reason, your heart had softened at the sound of it, and so you chuckled back. Not too long after the elevator stopped at this floor. You didn’t know why but something in you felt a sort of longing.

Was this the last time you were ever going to speak to him?

He had begun to walk off but before leaving he paused for a second and turned to you, “This might seem a bit weird, but I’m a big fan of your guys' music. Is it possible we could exchange numbers?” You couldn’t quite explain it, but the look on his face was irresistible, you couldn’t have possibly said no.

You had even stumbled on your words as you agreed to his request, and with that, he turned and left.

That wasn’t the end of your guy's interactions, the two of you had inevitably got closer as you guys texted. Texting led to hangouts and getting to know each other and his interests it was where he showed you his paintings, and you showed him the songs that had been collecting dust in your notebook. The two of you would do skin care together sometimes applying each other’s clay mask. Sleepovers as friends, lunch dates where the two of you snook into a practice room, and late-night calls where the two of you would fall asleep.

As the two of you had grown closer and closer, you couldn’t help but feel your feelings growing more and more for him. But you weren’t alone.

Eventually one day, it all clicked into place. It was the night of an award show, and the both of you were in the back of a car together with the windows down as per request. The wind was dancing through his hair perfectly, your stomach fluttered as you stared at your friend in awe. He was still wearing makeup from the show, and his hair was still up in a half ponytail. His hair had grown so long from your first meeting.

You wonder to yourself if he had always been so beautiful. Maybe it was the adrenaline from performing that was taking over but you took a moment to study his face. How his features tied perfectly together, how his eyes would soften when he looked at something he loved, how the lights complimented his skin, shining a light on his lips. He was glowing, kind, and so damn pretty it hurt you to think about it.

You hadn’t even realized you were staring for that long until he had finally turned to you and tilted his head a bit. Embarrassed, you quickly looked away, only to then feel his hand on yours. Words could never explain how heavy your heart had felt, as it fluttered and danced. Your cheeks burned red through your makeup as you looked back at him, squeezing his hand in return. Then looking back out the window.

You were in love with your best friend, and he was in love with you.

Shit.

The door behind you both had opened pulling you out of your thoughts. Your stomach filled with anxiety as your eyes met with the man who had called you all for this meeting.

As he greeted the both of you and began sorting a through few of the papers on his desk. You couldn't help but wonder the number of times he’s had to deal with something like this, but that question spoke for itself with the way he went about things. To him, this was just another normal day.

“I can assume that we all are under tight schedules today, so I’ll make this quick.” He gives you both a sigh as his eyes met the two of you. “I assume you both know why I called you all here today, correct?”

You nod, and you noticed that for some reason you can’t seem to allow yourself to look up at the man speaking. This man is about to make or break your career and/or relationship entirely and there was nothing you could do about it. Suddenly, you’re a child again, never breaking eye contact with the ground as your mother scolds you for your mistake. No matter what the situation was you just could never look her in the eye.

“It has come to our attention that there has recent controversy regarding the two of you, is that correct?” He asks.

You only reply with a nod.

He sighs again, “I’m going to be honest with you two here, I’ve worked with this company for a long time. Dealing with scandals like these is just as frequent as breathing for me at this point.” He paused. “With that being said, I understand that these pictures might be taken out of context, or at least I hope they would be.”

He pauses again but this time his entire Demeter changes, “The two of you are aware that both of your contracts state that dating is strictly prohibited, and if these rumors are true then I will have no choice but to have both of your contracts terminated, correct?”

It hits you suddenly, every word that comes out of this man’s mouth is a threat, he was trying to scare you guys, “Have I made myself clear?” He asks again, but this time with a stern tone in his voice.

Anger bubbles within you, you knew what he was trying to do, and you weren’t about to let yourself be pushed around by some guy who thinks he has a right to bully you into doing things you wouldn’t dream of doing because being with Hyunjin was something that made you truly happy, the moments you shared with him were things you were always going to treasure. You weren’t about to give that up just because-

“Yes, Sir.” The man next to you finally spoke.

Your heart dropped, disbelief had been written all over your face. You could try to find the words to describe the feeling of betrayal that lingers within the depths of your stomach, but it would be useless. Yet, It erupts throughout your entire body as you finally break eye contact with the floor and look at him. This was the same man who had promised you the world, the one who cuddled you to sleep when you were at your lowest, the one who you had kissed so many times because deep down inside you were always aware something like this was bound to happen.

Meanwhile, the man in front of you had his eyes on you. You can only imagine the smug look on his face, but you weren’t about to give him what he wanted. You would rather die. “She understands, we apologize for all this trouble this must’ve caused you. I’ll make sure this never happens again” This time it was your manager who spoke up.

You finally look at him, “I would hope so.” He sighs, “I advise that the two of you stop whatever is going on here. I’ve seen the two of you at work; both are phenomenal artists. It would truly be a shame to have to fire and blacklist you from the company over some… silly scandal like this one.” From the corner of your eye, you watch as Hyunjin nods his head.

You feel as if the emotions within you have come to a breaking point, at any moment now you will be breaking down and you needed to get out of here quickly.

“Very well then, you are both dismissed.”

You wasted no time in getting up and leaving you needed to get out of there, you needed to be anywhere but there. You just wanted to disappear.

Had you been a fool to think he would’ve chosen you over his career? All those times you two stayed up talking about a future together, in which you both would’ve built up the courage to come out as a couple. All the hate, stares, and threats would have been worth it if it meant the two of you could finally stop hiding. But again, you had been disappointed.

#stray kids #straykids ff #light angst #straykids angst #hyunjin #hwang hyujin imagines #hyunjin x reader #idol au #skz #skz scenarios #hyunjin angst

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aaeya · 6 months

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supreme skz hairstyles please join me at this table

chan: long and curly (PEAK: overgrown and mullet-y)

era: miroh

im not sayin anything anyone disagrees with. even chan is with me on this one. god bless his hair hes beautiful always. he looks so sexy w some volume RAAAAHHH

(go under the readmore if you want to see me go into unnecessary and unasked for detail about stray kids hair styles that gets progressively more biased as i lose my mind slowly)

lee know: long and dark (peak: BLACK)

era: pre-5star

god he’s just gorgeous and sexy and long black hair is gorgeous and sexy. he has yet to have long and black hair simultaneously but i can keep praying. also hes kind of had the same haircut for forever (its okay because hes sexy) BUT he has had a LOT of hair colors and my favorite is gods menu era orange [ERIKA JAYNE MOAN]. 5star maroon can get an honorable mention. holy fuck he looked so good in gods menu

changbin: two block or, if you’re feeling spicy, undercut

era: A) this photo is god damn everywhere but have no idea the source im a toddler stay B) he always has this hair

the most stable member hairstyle wise but im not complaining cuz he’s sexy. dark, weight on top, bangs, side part, baby you’re perfect just the way you are

changbins hair has been dark forever except for like two times (varying shades of brown and then back door) and he looked good but dark hair is just iconic and sexy for him

hyunjin: black wolf cut UUUUUGGGGHHHHHH

era: RIGHT NOW. also he had the same cut in maxident but brown

han: LONG. SIDE PART. (peak: wavy)

era: my pace, 5 star

ive never had so many things to say about a complete strangers hair you have no idea how much i'm holding back for the sake of fairness and the length of this post. the longer and messier the better. peak is my pace but not the color. he looks the best in COOL COLORS. guys am i showing signs of being obsessed with han jisung or do you think im playing it off well be honest

felix: BACK DOOR!!!!!!!!!

era: BACK DOOR!!!!!!!! also kingdom kind of

mullet!!! the MULLET. felixs supreme peak look is the MULLET. im not a blonde felix supremecist in the slightest. its this CUT. i think he looks best in black hair but he has never had the two (mullet and dark hair) simultaneously. i love black hair on him (can you tell i have a thing for black hair)

kim seungmin: you know what im gonna say. side part maxident streak. (peak: PINK) (peak: FOREHEAD [ERIKA JAYNE MOAN])

era: maxident

but wait i'm not done. because 5 star coral/orange seungmin (and all its phases) is ALSO peak. and you know what else. his curly blonde hair in that one christmas performance was ALSO peak. jype is making a wise decision by only releasing his forehead periodically because its so powerful every time hes styled with it its like a gust of wind blasts through my village and shakes the foundations of my home.

vv i know the pink streak and brown hair+forehead pic are essentially the same but he looked so good in skzfamily 3 that i had to include it.

i.n: listen to me when i tell you black straight hair jeongin is my favorite. he is the love of my life. i am NOT giving him a boring answer and if you accuse me of that i will hunt you. he has these sharp gorgeous features and when his hair is stark black it just kills me. LISTEN TO ME.

era: many but most recently 5 star (NOT kingdom/thunderous era black mullet)

vvv he is so sexy and he is my boyfriend and i am not delusional.

^remember when my goal was 1 hairstyle and 2 pics per member? what happened to han and seungmin? when did we lose the plot

do you think you can guess my biases from this

#stray kids #skz #bang chan #lee know #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #kpop #.txt

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bbybearcubbs · 1 month

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Hyunjin Hairstyle Tier list

I made a Tier list of Hyunjin's hairstyles because I'm bored <3

My unwanted opinions on these rankings are below the cut😙❤

S Tier

#1 - I freaking LOVE when he ties his hair like that😍 Its so Hwang Hyunjin. I'm also generally a sucker for when he does black hair so-

#2 - All of y'all that said Hyunjin looks bad with short hair should compete in a contest to see who can swallow the biggest cactus🤗 LOOK AT HIM. LOOK. AT. HIM. If you think he doesn't look absolutely gorgeous you're blind as fuck and that's coming from someone who can't read a sheet of paper that's more than a foot away from their face.

#3 - Mother. Need I say more?

#4 - I'm a sucker for long blonde haired Hyunjin and as I said before, when he ties his hair up like that? I'M GONE😵 (If Mother didn't exist it would've been in the #3 spot)

#5 - Can we have shiny brown mullet Hyunjin back?🙏🏼 Please JYP?😃 I'm asking nicely😁🔪 No because this was a one hit wonder- GIVE HIM BACK TO ME PLEASE!! I NEED HIM BACK😭😭😭

#6 - They need to stop letting him wear headbands. To Hyunjin it might be a simple "Tsk, hairband" but to me it's "Oh no, hairband"🤕 My health is put in jeopardy every time he wears one.

A Tier

#1 - Controversial opinion, Red Hair isn't Hyunjin's best hairstyle😶 He looks absolutely fantastic, in that picture and all other variants of styles he's worn the red hair in but personally, it just doesn't hit like some of the others do for me. Not S Tier but definitely at the top of A Tier because those concert pics and clips of him with the messy red hair? [The rest of this message has been redacted for the safety of this users image]

#2 - The plaites on one side and then letting the rest fall wavy and its blonde? Someone save me from the Skater boy!Hyunjin thoughts because they are not healthy thoughts to be having😔

#3 - Venom Skz are something else to discuss another time on a very different blog but for now, the wavy curls? Its blonde? Its long? I've begun to see a pattern here🤔

#4 - The long blonde with the red streak? This hairstyle was also a one hit wonder and we passed over it WAY TO FREAKING FAST. Look at him😍 I- Are we sure this guy didn't get isekai-ed into the wrong fucking universe?

#5 - Ah yes, Thunderous Hyunjin. The one that had my mouth on the floor when he appeared on screen with those hair clips. Time has pushed it this far down in A tier but it still holds a precious place in my heart💝 He looks like a historical Princess be so fucking for real

#6 - Once again, I say this with the most sincerity I can muster, all of you that said Hyunjin looks bad with short hair should really try cactus swallowing! You guys could make the record books! Because who looks at his short blue hair and goes "Mmm, he doesn't look good" like are we looking at the same person here? Get outta here with that total bullshit thank you very much😘

#7 - Honestly what an iconic way to end 2023 and start 2024. I really like Berry Flavored Hyunjin💜 Its just iconic lol I don't have much explanation for this one it just fit right here

#8 - Whenever he did the short jellyfish hairstyles I always cave😩 He does it in a fee different colors I think and he looks so damn boyfriend with that hairstyle😭 If we were ranking these of straight boyfriendism then it'd definitely be in S Tier

B Tier

A lot of these from now on are ranked solely on the fact they don't make me wanna [Redacted] liked those in S Tier make me wanna do or how [Redacted] those in A tier make me feel but rather on the fact they look great, they don't hit pack the same punch yk?

#1 - Look at him and his cute little pigtails😍 I was gonna put it in C tier which ironically houses a few of his goofy ass hairstyles BUT this one specifically activated my cuteness aggression❤❤❤

#2 - Short black hair Hyunjin is a gem but it doesn't hit as hard as all I've previously mentioned

#3 - Wavy platinum blonde?😩 Ugh truly a treat❤

#4 - Pink haired Hyunjin isn't necessarily behind platinum blonde, I'd say they're more equal grounds for me. Unique and gorgeous styles that I think sit comfortably in B Tier but that's just for me

#5 - I really liked this hairstyle and needed it on the list but I was having trouble figuring out where to out it😅 I think its in the right place, its a very cozy? hairstyle. I think cozy is the right word for it, yeah

#6 - Look at baby Hyunnie😭💔💔💔 He's so freaking cute stop it!💘 I love the waves over his forehead and I just love his wavy hair in general, that's why I included it

[Edit: It just now occurred to me as I'm writing this, despite saying I love his wavy hair I completely forgot to add 5-Star album Hyunjin with the black wavy hair, yk the one that performs S-class? Y'all know what I'm talking about. Anyway, that style would most definitely be in A Tier for me between #3 & #4]

C Tier

#1 & #2 - Hehehe he's so goofy I love him😭💕

D Tier

#1 - Hyunjin and his Geto cosplay😂 Personally, not among my favorite styles from him but it's definitely a look you had to be there to appreciate fully and boy am I glad I was here when he surprised us with it😭

#2 - It isn't my favorite hairstyle of his nor do I think it's his best BUT 1. That's my personal take & 2. It's literally RULE that no one looks good with a bowl cut and yet here Hyunjin is still somehow managing to not look as ass as this hairstyle usually has its wearers looking😭 Like I agree it's not his best but my man does NOT look as bad as some of y'all were saying. So stop being jerks and go take a walk <3

[Note: Was the yellow bowl cut his best look? No. Did he deserve to be absolutely dragged on the internet to the point he became self-conscious about wearing his hair short because of it? Absolutely fucking not. Y'all are jerks and Hyunjin deserves a thousand apologies from each and every one of you. There's a difference between critiquing someone's hairstyle and just being an asshole. Y'all are just assholes.

#♡cubbs♡#cubbs.talks #cubbs.rant #not back #just bored asf #Hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #stray kids hyunjin #skz hyunjin #skz hwang hyunjin #stray kids

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eoieopda · 7 months

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— bias tag game *ੈ✩‧₊˚

rules: you're going to pick 10 of your biases (or as many biases as you have and then fill in the rest of the spots with idols you like) and number them 1-10. then answer the questions below! try not to look at the questions before you make your list! (tysm for the tag, @the-boy-meets-evil 😌)

jade’s bias list:

hoshi (svt)

yoongi (bts)

dino (svt)

seokjin (bts)

woozi (svt)

dk (svt)

mingyu (svt)

hyunjin (skz)

minho (skz)

seonghwa (ateez)

answers are below the cut!

tagging: @jihopesjoint @sailoryooons @daechwitatamic @here2bbtstrash @here4kpopfics @theharrowing

1. between 7 and 5, who did you bias first?

woozi! he’s the first member of svt that i could successfully pick out of a lineup, lol. i saw his suchwita episode before i’d ever heard any of svt’s music, and i really adored his personality, which contributed to my descent into madness (caratdom).

2. between 2 and 6, who are you more attached to?

oh, good lord. this is so hard. yoongi is my first ever bias. like, he’s my helen of troy, and the war i went to over him was getting into k-pop ☠️ BUT i deep dove into gose while i was dealing with the death of a loved one, and dk especially brought me so much joy so ??? GAH. both. it’s both.

3. if you were to spend the day with either 3 or 1, who would you choose and what would you do?

frick!! none of these are going to be easy, huh? ummmm. i feel like spending even one minute with hoshi would be too much combined power, leading to some cataclysmic event where the world explodes, so…. for safety’s sake, dino. we can sip a lil beveragino and laugh ourselves stupid 💘 just a pair of enfjs having heart-to-heart convos; it’s casual.

4. what is your favorite physical feature about 9?

his nose?? is that weird? the lil bump on the bridge, the freckle, the pointed tip — 10/10, no notes.

5. what is your favorite part of 6's personality?

dk is so asdfghjkl radiant. everything he does is charming, but in a very approachable way, that’s silly and self-aware. i love people who are secure in themselves in a way that lets them be goofy with reckless abandon. and he is, and watching him restores +120 HP. that seems to be his effect on svt as a whole, which i’m also grateful for.

6. if you were to tell 8 anything you wanted, what would you tell them?

you really are the prettiest woman in the world 😌

7. between 1 and 2, whose closet would you raid?

ahahahaha truthfully, i don’t see myself wearing either of their styles because they’re the kings of shapeless clothing 99% of the time, and that’s not my vibe at all. HOWEVER, if i must choose, i’d say hoshi. he has been known to serve cunt on occasion — and i hope the ridiculous hat from the cheers mv is in his closet 👀

8. what is a style that you want to see 3 try?

OOOH. i lived and died for the black mullet + lip ring so i’d love to see something super edgy on dino. although if he ever popped up with real piercings and/or tattoos, i don’t think i’d recover 😵‍💫 but still!! edgy!! gimme lost boy + kinda fuckboi ex who’s in a band that you can’t forget about vibes pls.

9. between 5 and 4, who are you closer to in height?

lmaooooo — woozi, 100%. i’m 5’, he’s approx. 5’5”, and seokjin is approx. 5’10”. i wanna see the three of us standing next to each other because it’s just: 📶

10. between 10 and 9, whose music do you like the best?

seonghwa’s. i’m late to the ateez party, but i really love their discography.

#jade speaks #tag games #svt #atz #skz #bts

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misspinkmilkmonster · 9 months

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No Escape | Prologue

note: remember this fanfiction contains explicit language and descriptive smut scenes. if you're under the age of 18+ and decided to read this then is up to you. I won't take responsibility of anything.

No one should take this fanfiction as any educational source.

this is just fiction.

w/c: 2.9K

It was always the same.

When they looked into each other's eyes, time seemed to stop and everything around them disappeared.

It was just the two of them, in their bubble of love.

Nothing mattered. Not even when it was one of those stupid business parties where every important and not-so-important member of the mafia wanted to have a chat with the future boss.

Hyunjin always ended up leaving everyone talking to themselves because he was gawking at his boyfriend. So the gangsters disliked Felix because they believed that he distracted Hyunjin too much and that would hurt his performance as a future boss.

However, the first and last time, that someone expressed displeasure for his lover, Hyunjin ended up with his nice navy suit stained with blood, and that was enough for no one to dare even glare at Felix.

Felix had entered the room, escorted by his two bodyguards, he was looking for Hyunjin, who was surrounded by gangsters who were talking to him about business.

When their eyes met the world stopped and Felix's worries and doubts disappeared, and his body simply made its way to his boyfriend.

That day he had gone to get his hair done, and now he was sporting a nice blonde mullet and extensions. He had decided to wear his military boots and a small black pleated skirt to match a black leather jacket and his inevitable accessories on his hands, neck, and ears.

Today he looked especially pretty and he knew that with Han and Seungmin behind him, elegantly dressed in tailor-made suits, the image had to look amazing and he liked to look powerful like that.

Even though he felt insecure and helpless in such a hostile environment.

When he got to where his boyfriend was sitting, he looked a little stunned, making Felix smile, he gestured for him to sit on his lap and Felix immediately complied, putting his right arm around the older man's shoulders to hug him.

Hyunjin wrapped his arms around Felix's waist and pulled him closer, gently taking him by the chin for a kiss, which Felix gladly granted.

"I missed you so much" Hyunjin gawked as he hid his face in the crook of Felix's neck and played with the bare skin of his legs, tickling him. "I like how your hair and outfit look." He whispered in Felix's ear "You look gorgeous."

Felix felt that he was dying.

They had been together for a couple of years, and Hyunjin managed to make him blush and nervous and to tongue-tide when he said nonsense like that.

"I missed you too, I don't like you being away for so long," Felix said, his deep, seductive and sweet voice filling Hyunjin's ears and his stomach lurching slightly, the younger's lips pouting, which made Hyunjin smile and his pretty eyes sparkle, and then he leaned closer to search for Felix's lips again for a kiss.

He felt in the clouds every time their lips came into contact. It was the most intoxicating, delusional, and addictive sensation he could imagine, no matter how aggressive or delicate the kiss was, the sensation was the same.

It was pure glory.

"I don't like being away from you either" Hyunjin dedicated himself to leaving soft, short kisses on Felix's neck, making him giggle as he tried to move away due to the tickling.

"Jinnie" a blushing Felix complained, still giggling "Don't do that, everyone's watching" he whispered.

"Let them" Hyunjin smiled "I don't care" he kissed Felix again, this time deepening the kiss, delicately biting his lips.

Felix could die right now.

"Doesn't it seem strange to you that the future boss of the mafia is so..." Felix whispered, his eyes closed, brushing his lips against Hyunjin's, and when he looked into his eyes, his breath hitched "affectionate and docile when It's about his..." he leaned close to Hyunjin's ear "pretty boyfriend?" his deep voice came out almost muffled. Hyunjin's hand continued to delicately caress the bare skin of his thighs and Felix felt how his body heat was increasing.

He knew what Hyunjin was up to. And he wasn't about to give in so easily and have him get in trouble, once again, because of him. But he was willing to play a little.

Hyunjin had a bad habit of teasing Felix like that. With caresses and nice, affectionate, and soft words. The perfect combination for the minor to want to rip off his boyfriend's clothes right there. And ask him to take him to another place. Then Hyunjin would listen to him and drop everything to please him. Even if it meant getting in trouble for leaving important meetings or whatever he was doing.

He didn't like Hyunjin being punished because of him, so he tried not to be a boyfriend demanding attention and affection. But there were moments and situations where Hyunjin played his cards too well and Felix ended up falling, begging for more, and obviously, Hyunjin was willing to please him no matter the consequences.

They had had that conversation many times.

Felix expressed his concern. Telling Hyunjin that he couldn't keep getting in trouble just for consenting to him and that it wasn't fair that Hyunjin himself provoked Felix to ask him to leave with him.

And then Hyunjin would tell him that he didn't give a fuck and that the whole mob could go to hell.

"Isn't that what happens in the mafia novels you like to read?" Hyunjin whispered mockingly, looking for Felix's gaze, who was trying not to laugh.

"Don't use my books against me" he complained, twisting his pretty mouth into a pout, causing the older man to laugh and kiss him gently. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go have a drink with my friends" Hyunjin nodded, and Felix pressed his lips against the older man's, causing him to smile, he got up from his boyfriend's legs, signaling to Han and Seungmin to follow him. They walked across the room to the bar.

"Friends" He called them "Sit with me, come on" He patted the stools on either side of him.

They obeyed.

Felix liked to give them moments of rest even when they had to take care of him and follow him around. After all, they were his friends. And he knew that he shouldn't do it and that it was troublesome, but Hyunjin also did that with Changbin and insisted that Felix could spoil his bodyguards too if it made him happy.

They couldn't drink alcohol while taking care of him, and Felix didn't like to drink, so the three of them ordered a lemonade.

"Seriously, that crooked-nosed Russian mobster scares me," Seungmin said in a whisper, getting close enough for Han, on the other side of Felix, to hear as well.

"Why?" Han laughed, and immediately looked closely at the named man.

"Don't look at him, do you want a bullet in your skull?, idiot" Seungmin complained. Making Felix laugh.

"Why do you say that he scares you?" Felix asked not knowing what he was referring to until he understood "Forget it... I already understood why"

The mobster they were talking about was Luka Markovski, and the few times they had been in the same room with him, he was looking at Seungmin like a hungry dog about to pounce on a piece of meat.

He was creepy as fuck.

And Felix wished not to put his friend in that situation.

He made a mental note to make Hyunjin tell him when the gangster was going to be present so Seungmin wouldn't be there and put someone else in his place to take care of him.

He looked at Hyunjin who was approaching them with Changbin behind him.

Oh shit, Felix had the most attractive boyfriend in the world.

What a desire to tell him to go up to their room and be able to rip off his clothes once and for all.

The five of them got into a conversation about stupid things.

Hyunjin made Felix lean against him as he hugged him from behind and rested his chin on the younger's shoulder.

"Lixie" Hyunjin whispered in the younger's ear, making him flinch "Why don't we go upstairs?"

Felix turned around to face Hyunjin.

"Why?" Felix pretended not to understand, tilting his head slightly and then leaning close enough to brush his lips. "I thought you had business to close today" and ran his tongue over Hyunjin's lips, licking delicately.

"Fuck business," he said. And he tightened his hold around the shorter boy and began to move toward the door, causing Felix to walk backward. The minor deposited all his trust that his boyfriend would not let him crash into something.

The three bodyguards exchanged glances. And then follow them.

It was always the same. However, they were all used to it.

They walked through the long corridors of the great mansion until they reached the highly acclaimed room.

Hyunjin had held back all this time. Until the door was kicked shut by him, Hyunjin pushed the younger boy against the door and then devoured his pretty mouth in a hungry kiss, while carrying him, Felix wrapped his legs around Hyunjin's waist and pulled Hyunjin's hair making him gasp in pain and pleasure.

This was one of those kisses in which they bit and licked each other's lips and their tongues danced in a rhythm that only they knew, it was so intense that it hurt, but that was not an impediment to stop.

Felix loosened his legs and Hyunjin left him on the floor, they looked into each other's eyes, with that hungry and intoxicating look, and the younger one placed his hands on his boyfriend's chest and made him walk back towards the bed, pushing Hyunjin hard enough for him to fall on his back, making him laugh. Felix straddled Hyunjin's hips, and he could feel how hard he was under him, Hyunjin automatically placed his hands on the younger's thighs to caress his soft and delicate skin.

"We have to hurry, I have to be back soon to close the deal," Hyunjin said and Felix giggled, nodding as he pulled Hyunjin up to sit down.

"Then start now" replied a cheeky Felix as he moved his hips against Hyunjin's already-grown boner, making him tighten his grip on Felix's thighs, scratching his skin a little and he closed his eyes, stifling a groan.

Felix kissed Hyunjin and continued to move his hips as damn slow as he could. He knew that for the older man it was torture, but it was for himself too.

Hyunjin took his hands to Felix's ass under his skirt, the younger one was only wearing underwear underneath, the kind Hyunjin liked, and he squeezed slightly, making them both muffle their moans against each other's lips. Felix's small hands tightened his grip on the older man's hair, which made Hyunjin smile and he repeated the action a few more times before switching positions in one swift motion.

Now it was Hyunjin who was on top of Felix, with the younger's legs wrapped around Hyunjin's hips as Felix lay on his back on the bed.

Hyunjin tried to remove his suit jacket but Felix stopped him.

"Let me do it" Felix whispered in a raspy voice.

The younger settled in the bed, kneeling on the mattress in front of the older.

Felix proceeded to remove Hyunjin's suit jacket, and then dedicated himself to undoing the buttons of his white shirt, and then tracing the older man's chest and torso with his hands.

Hyunjin was starting to get frustrated.

Why was his precious little boyfriend making him suffer like this?

It was torture.

Sweet and wonderful torture.

Touching him in that way only Felix knew how. Making him lose all ability to think straight.

The minor got rid of his boyfriend's shirt, letting it fall to one side.

Then his hands traveled to his belt buckle as he looked at Hyunjin with that hungry, arousal-darkened look.

And the older one couldn't resist it anymore.

He launched himself to devour the lips of his precious boyfriend. And as he could he took off his pants along with his boxers.

Then between the two of them, they got rid of Felix's clothes.

Once they were both naked, they kissed again, this time slowly, tenderly. Causing them both to smile on each other's lips.

But they had to hurry.

The hands of both traveled aimlessly through the other's body. Stealing sighs and moans.

Hyunjin got his middle and ring fingers into the younger's mouth, and he began to trace them with his tongue. Making Hyunjin groan in the process.

"Let me taste you okay?" Hyunjin said, then pulled his saliva-soaked fingers out of Felix's mouth.

"Do to me what you please" Felix moaned, while Hyunjin brushed his long fingers full of Felix's saliva at his entrance making him squirm with pleasure "I'm all yours" Hyunjin smiled seeing him unravel like that at your touch.

Hyunjin dedicated himself to kissing Felix's neck and collarbones, as if his life depended on it, leaving slight marks on his skin. To then leave a trail of wet kisses and hickeys down his chest and abdomen. Oh shit, those delicious and perfect abs of his. Hyunjin could die licking, biting, and sucking on his skin. He loved feeling the marked muscles with his tongue. Damn, it felt so good.

He finally settled his face between the younger's legs, biting and sucking on the skin of his thighs, making the younger moan audibly, arching his back and pulling on Hyunjin's hair in the process.

And when he finally got to the minor's entrance, his mouth watered.

He began by leaving delicate kisses, to later run his tongue over the entire expanse of skin. Testing the traces of the minor's saliva that he used to touch him as he liked him to do.

Felix's grip on his hair tightened as he inserted his tongue into his hole and began to trace the area in slow motions.

"Your fingers" Felix complained, almost choking on his moans "Please use your fingers too"

Hyunjin wasn't one to deny anything to Lee Felix, so he immediately complied.

***

They left the room finding their bodyguards guarding the door.

They all pretended nothing happened and the couple returned to the ballroom, the three men behind them.

Hyunjin kissed Felix's cheek when he had to leave where his father was with some men chatting. Promising to be back as soon as possible.

The younger stayed away in a corner of the room, with Jisung and Seungmin next to him.

"I hate these parties so much" Felix complained under his breath.

"Are you saying that because you guys had to do it quickly or because you really don't like it?" taunted Han

"Both" Felix replied.

And it is that Felix felt out of place in environments like that.

He didn't even know why he kept coming. Hyunjin had told him countless times that he could stay in the room or even go somewhere with Han and Seungmin.

He had tried.

There were times when the three of them would go out to have fun somewhere else, or even have a room fixed up for some kind of sleepover.

Even so, he always ended up attending.

They were having a quiet chat when they heard a man and a woman, about their age, whispering behind some curtains.

Felix didn't like listening to other people chat, but the fact that they mentioned him piqued his interest.

Bad idea.

"No, but seriously" the girl giggled "It's just a matter of time before he gets bored of him and ends up dead too"

"Do you think? They've been together for like two years, and the boss seems really into him"

"I'm serious, that's how things work in the mafia" she paused for a few moments "He's going to end up killing him just like his ex, I don't even understand why he's with him in the first place. Being able to have someone more attractive"

Felix couldn't take it anymore.

He had to get out of there before his anxiety got him without making a fuss.

All his insecurities came to the fore at that precise moment.

Doubting even the love that Hyunjin claimed to have for him.

"Tell Hyunjin that Felix is sleepy, and we'll take him back to the room," Han informed Changbin through the comlink, he saw Changbin nod and started to follow Felix down the hall.

Felix headed to the room he shared with Hyunjin, letting Jisung and Seungmin come in with him.

"Lixie, you can't listen to what those snakes were saying" Seungmin started. And then he hugged Felix. Han joined the hug for only a brief moment before speaking. "They don't know what they're talking about"

"You're gorgeous and Hyunjin loves you, haven't you seen how stupid he looks when he looks at you? He looks like an anime character with heart eyes, the guy is really obsessed with you" Han teased, affectionately poking Felix's ribs in a try to make him laugh.

"Besides, you know very well why his ex ended up dead, you can't let his words ruin your relationship" Seungmin continued.

"You're right" Felix answered, sighing tiredly, and gave them a half smile "You know how insecure I feel sometimes. And for someone to say out loud the things that I myself have thought hurts"

Felix lay face up on the bed, with thousands of thoughts coming and going.

The thought of leaving it all tormented him.

He didn't want the time when Hyunjin would get tired of him to come.

If he left first it meant that Hyunjin couldn't leave him.

But the mere thought of leaving Hyunjin burned his soul.

Those thoughts disappeared just as his gorgeous, sexy gangster boyfriend opened the door and their eyes met.

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CHAPTER FIVE

Hwang Hyunjin messes with your head, unknowingly, for over a month. Until you can't take it anymore.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Growing up with Chris Bang as your best friend had it's perks - a permanent bodyguard, a shoulder to cry on... and seven other boys who also became your best friends as you grew up together.

Week in, week out, your routine stayed the same. Study, go to class and patiently wait to attend your regular Friday evening home cooked meal with your friends. You just couldn't wait to graduate and start working, to rid yourself of exams and finally start earning some proper money like the boys.

Desperate to put some light back into your mundane, studious life, Chris forces you to start blind dating. Two miserable dates down and ready to murder the man, someone completely unexpected appears and makes a mess of your orderly life.

And a mess he does make.

chapter five

Dinner this Friday night was at Felix's apartment. He normally cooked really yummy food, and you especially looked forward to his signature brownies, his speciality. He made them every time you had dinner at his, often trying out different variations.

Everyone arrived at Felix's apartment at a relatively similar time. His apartment wasn't huge but it was much bigger than yours, and he had decorated in a cosy minimalistic way. He always had candles burning so it even smelled cosy.

You were wearing a pair of white joggers, a white top and a pink cardigan, opting for comfort since you knew Felix would probably put on a movie for you all to watch after dinner. He loved the movie tradition, so still tried to keep it up when he could.

The other boys were dressed similarly, bar Hyunjin who was wearing loose fitting black trousers and a blue jumper, dressed smartly as usual. His black hair was down and straight again, and you'd noticed he had cut it slightly shorter, it looking more like a mullet than his signature long hair. In addition to Hyunjin, Minho had also changed his hair. He now has it a bright shade of purple.

"Hey, Violet. You're turning violet," Seungmin mocked when he saw him, quoting a line from Charlie and the chocolate factory in English. Minho probably didn't even understand, but stuck his tongue out anyway.

"I really like it. It suits you well," you said, ruffling his hair as you sat in your chair. "What caused the change?"

"Changbin said I was looking boring, so I thought I'd change my hair colour. Then Jisung and I played Rock Paper Scissors. If he won, it was purple and if I won, it was silver."

"I can take a wild guess at who won," Jeongin laughed, taking the seat beside you.

"I said you looked boring because you were playing sudoku, not because your physical appearance was boring," Changbin said with a smirk.

"Oh."

The look on Minho's face was priceless, and sent you all into fits of hysterics. He'd basically dyed his hair for no reason.

"Oh well, doesn't matter since it looks good," Jisung's said, catching his breath. At that moment Felix walked into the dining room with two trays of food and a huge smile on his face. It looked and smelled delicious, and you all starting eating straight away, falling into natural conversation as usual.

"I hope you all like it. I tried something different so I just followed the recipe, so if you don't like it I can make something else," Felix said as he started filling everyone's glasses.

"It tastes great, Lix," you said. Felix loved experimenting with different types of food and nine times out of ten it worked out well.

"So, Changbin, how's Myeong doing these days," Chan asked. Changbin instantly had a smile on his face from the mention of his girlfriend.

"She's good. We stayed in that new hotel that just got finished the other day - it's incredible. Fully recommend."

"We've not seen her in a while," Seungmin says to him with a cheeky grin. "Why are you hiding us from her."

"Because you are all so annoying and I won't subject her to the torture of spending time with you all," Changbin shot back, smirking at Seungmin and continuing to eat his food.

"Talking about dating," Jisung says, directing his question to you. "How was your date the other day?"

"Oh shit, here we go," Felix rolled his eyes with a laugh. You'd been continuously texting him about how dreadful your week had been, so he knew all about your disastrous dates.

"Absolutely fucking awful. He was probably one of the most ill mannered, dull men I have ever had the misfortune of meeting. I may as well have gone on a date with a rock. In fact, that would be discrediting the rock," you started, dramatising your experience.

"Oh now she's not going to shut up. I've had the brunt of it all week," Chan laughs with a shake of his head.

"No wonder! I swear you're finding these freaks on the street and paying them money to take me on the worst dates they can muster. Honestly, I think that Chimpanzee Steve was a better date than these buffoons," you laughed.

"Oh my god, remember him? He was the sweatiest boy I'd ever met," Jeongin laughed, reminding you of the guy you had dated for a couple months when you were younger. He had so much hair, and sweated from being constantly nervous around you that the nickname Jisung created for him stuck.

"I don't remember this guy," Hyunjin said.

"I think it was before your time, if I'm remembering correctly," you say to him and he gives you a small smile.

Everyone had finished eating by this point, so you and Jeongin began collecting plates and tidying up as the rest of the boys headed through to the living room. You don't know how your tradition of doing the dishes with Jeongin started, but you vaguely remembered losing a bet a long time ago and this being the result. You didn't mind it though, since it gave you time to talk to your friend.

"When's your next date?" He asked you as you were doing the dishes.

"Tomorrow. I've told Chris if it doesn't go well then I'm done with blind dating but he's insisting I keep seeing people until I find someone I'm interested in, it's infuriating."

"Why don't you just not go? Chan can't exactly force you to date," he said, making an extremely good point. You could really easily just not show up to these dates, but that would leave someone sitting waiting for you to show up and that would be unfair.

"What else would I be doing on a Saturday night? It makes Chan happy to see me going out. He told me he was worried about how stressed I was getting with my exams and everything, so I feel like I'm keeping him sane by following along with it," you explain.

Jeongin nods in understand, his adorable dark curls bouncing as he does so. He was wearing his glasses today, with a blue hoodie and grey joggers. You had no idea why Jeongin didn't date more, he had the looks and personality to.

"Enough about me, how's your love life at the moment?"

"Other than nonexistent, it's great," he replied with a grin. You rolled your eyes. "I'm just settling into this new job. I want to feel stable and secure before I even think about starting to date. I'm only twenty two, anyway. It's not as if I'm desperate for a girlfriend."

"Fair enough. It's my birthday soon, we can go out and I'll fix you up a woman," you said cheekily and he swatted you with a dishcloth.

"Shut up, I don't need a woman. You're enough for me right now, though I may not call you a woman... maybe a pig, or a donkey."

"Oh you're getting it, you little shit," you almost screamed, soaking the dish towel in the dirty water in the sink as you started chasing the younger boy around for being so cheeky to his elder.

"Okay! Okay, sorry noona! You know I love you!" He laughed. You both finished doing the dishes relatively peacefully and joined the boys in the living room.

"We've chosen a movie!" Jisung said excitedly. The boys looked adorable, cosy on the sofa with blankets and cushions. Felix, Jisung and Changbin were on one sofa, the beanbags were taken by Chan and Minho and Hyunjin was on the other sofa. Jeongin sat next to Hyunjin and you sat beside Jeongin, pulling a blanket up over your shoulders.

"Oh god, here comes Howl's Moving Castle for the millionth time," Jeongin groaned.

"Nope, he's gone for something else for once," Minho said with a smirk. You watched the tv as Spirited Away started playing and you couldn't hold back a laugh. "Albeit another one we've all seen a million times, but different all the same."

So you all settled in. You couldn't hide the fact that you adored this movie - it was one you grew up watching and it held a soft spot in your heart. It made you think of your mum, who you missed dearly. She'd decided to move back to Australia, where she had spent her teenage years growing up. That's how she met Chan's mum, who then all moved to Korea to raise their children. You were an only child, but growing up with Chan and his siblings made you feel as though you weren't. You hadn't seen her since your twenty first birthday, and you couldn't wait until you had money to spare to go to Australia to see her again.

Around halfway through the movie Felix's brownies were finished cooking, so it was paused so he could get them. Hyunjin went to help, and when he returned he sat on the other side of the sofa so he was beside you rather than Jeongin. You didn't think much of it and started paying attention to the movie as it was played again.

"These brownies are probably your best yet, Lix," you said. "What's in them?"

"White chocolate and raspberry. Weird combo for brownies but I think it works," he replied before Minho shushed you both. You rolled your eyes and finished your brownie, snuggling back into the sofa and continuing to watch the movie.

Beside you, Hyunjin passed round the tub of brownies again. When you asked for another, he passed it to you and you had no idea whether it was your imagination, but you felt his fingers linger on yours for a split second longer than normal. He looked at you with a smile and those big brown eyes and you thanked him politely.

You didn't know what was going on with him recently, but you could feel there was something off with you two. He was never normally this nice to you, often opting for bickering instead. It was starting to freak you out.

You didn't think about it much though, because you felt your eyes getting heavy. It was a long movie, and the cosy peaceful atmosphere that had settled amongst you all was tiring you out. It felt nice to not have clanking and banging in your ear constantly.

You finished your brownie and felt your head slowly falling, struggling to stay awake. It happened a couple times, your head slowly falling forward until you catch yourself. You're almost fully asleep when you feel someone placing your head to the side to steady it, and you stay there, sleeping peacefully.

You wake up the next morning to Felix, staring at you right in the face. You almost jump out your skin, absolutely petrified.

"What the fuck, Lix? What time is it?" You ask, startled. It was bright outside, and the last thing you remembered was watching the movie with the boys.

"Half nine. You're still at mine, by the way," he giggled. "You fell asleep during the movie and when everyone left you were still out for the count. We were gonna wake you up but Hyunjin said to just let you sleep since you probably wouldn't get any if you went back to your own apartment."

"Oh god, sorry Lix. I didn't mean to crash here, I was clearly just so fucking tired."

He waved his hand as if to say 'it's no problem'.

"Do you want some pancakes or something? I'm starving," he said, helping you up off the sofa as you wander into the kitchen.

You only nod and smile, happy with having a full night of sleep and knowing your friends care about you more than anyone else does.

CHAPTER SIX HERE!

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