Dolly VI

Anxious Introductions: Stray Kids’ reactions to their S/O being nervous to meet the members

Bang Chan

Chris had been trying to bring up the subject of you meeting his members for weeks, but you always seemed to shy away whenever he mentioned it.

"Hey, they’re just as nervous to meet you as you are to meet them," he says softly.

You nod, taking a deep breath. "I just know how much they mean to you, and I want it to go well."

His smile grows warm, and he leans in to hug you. "You mean so much to me too. They’ll see how amazing you are."

The day you finally meet them, he keeps an arm around your waist, introducing you like it’s the proudest moment of his life. The members greet you with wide smiles, Chris whispering, "See? Told you they'd love you."

Lee Know

As you fix your hair nervously for the third time, your boyfriend smirks from his spot on the couch. "You’re this anxious to meet them? I should be offended" he teases, his tone light. "You're going to be fine. You already survived Han Jisung."

What you don’t know is that Lee Know had already had a talk with the other members earlier. He had casually, but firmly, told them, Don’t scare her off. It wasn’t a full-on threat, but the members knew better than to push their luck.

When you walked into the dorm, you’re surprised by how calm everyone seems. They greet you warmly, none of the overwhelming antics Han had warned you about.

"See? Nothing to worry about," Lee Know whispers smugly, his shoulder warm against yours. Though, over the course of your next visits, the true nature of their antics slowly revealed itself to you.

Changbin

Changbin glances over at you in the car and notices you biting your nails, a telltale sign of your nerves. He doesn’t say anything at first, just reaches over to gently take your hand away from your mouth.

"Hey, don’t do that," he says softly, intertwining your fingers with his. "You’re way too amazing to be this nervous."

You give him a small, shy smile, but he’s not done. "Seriously, you’re smart, funny, beautiful, and my mom likes you already – and she hasn’t even met you. The members don’t stand a chance; they’re going to love you."

When you arrive at the dorm, he keeps his hand on the small of your back as he opens the door.

"Guys!" he calls dramatically, a wide grin on his face. "Meet my amazing girlfriend!"

The sudden loud introduction makes you shrink back slightly, your cheeks flushing as you glance at the group of curious but welcoming faces looking your way.

Hyunjin

As you nervously bite your lip, your mind races about what to expect from meeting Hyunjin's members. The more you think about it, the more anxious you become. Hyunjin notices, his eyes softening. He gently takes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Hey, it's okay," he says in a soothing voice, guiding you toward the door. "They’re really excited to meet you, and they’re not as scary as you think." He smiles, his voice low and comforting.

You glance at him, managing a nervous smile. "I just don’t want to make a bad first impression," you admit softly.

He squeezes your hand again. "You’re going to be fine," he reassures you. "Just be yourself."

When you walk inside, the members greet you enthusiastically, but the nervous energy is still radiating off of you. Hyunjin stands close to you, subtly nudges you and, with a playful glint in his eye, whispers, “See? They’re just like me – except a little louder.”

Throughout the evening, he stays by your side, always checking in to make sure you're okay. As the members warm up to you, you start to feel more comfortable, smiling at their funny tendencies.

Han

Han’s excitement is contagious. He’s practically dragging you towards the dorm, rambling about how cool his members are and how cool you are.

"They’re going to love you!"

When you hesitate at the door, he grins mischievously. "Honestly, I’ve already told them everything about you. They probably know you better than I do at this point."

When you give him an awkward smile, he grins. "That means they are propably going to tease me, not you."

The moment you walk in, the members indeed start to playfully tease him. "Finally, we meet the famous girlfriend Han won’t shut up about!" Hyunjin laughs.

You find yourself laughing, making your nerves disappear, as Han dramatically protests, "I didn’t talk that much… okay, maybe I did. But you would too if you had an girlfriend that amazing!"

Felix

Felix notices the way you’re nervously smoothing out your clothes. He gives you a warm hug, his voice soft and soothing. "I know you’re nervous, but you don’t have to be. You’re everything to me, and they’ll see that too."

You glance at him, biting your lip. "I just... I know they’re protective of you, and I get it. You’re so kind, and I don’t want them to get the wrong impression."

He gives you a warm smile. "They’ll love you. How could they not? But if it helps, just focus on me, okay?"

When the door opens and the members’ boisterous voices echo through the hallway, you freeze slightly, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Felix squeezes your hand reassuringly and gently tugs you forward.

"Guys, this is my girlfriend," he says with quiet pride, his voice cutting through the chatter.

Despite your nerves, the members’ smiles and welcoming energy slowly ease the tension. Felix stays close, occasionally brushing your hand with his or sneaking you a small grin.

Seungmin

Seungmin doesn’t say much about your nerves but quietly prepares for it. On the way, he shares a bunch of embarrassing stories about the members to make you laugh.

"Just remember – they’re the weird ones, not you," he says with a small smirk.

When you meet the members, his calm presence feels grounding, like an anchor amidst the unfamiliar chaos. The members immediately start asking you questions and trying to make conversation – partly because they’re genuinely curious about you and partly to tease Seungmin.

He’s surprisingly talkative, steering the conversation to keep things flowing smoothly. Every now and then, he looks over at you with a reassuring smile, silently letting you know he’s there for you. You find yourself relaxing, thanks to his steady presence and subtle encouragement.

I.N

I.N notices your silence as you both approach the dorm, your hands nervously clasped together. He gives your hand a squeeze and flashes you a boyish grin.

"Don’t worry, they’re just a bunch of big kids – except for me, obviously," he says with a teasing tone.

You glance at him, raising an eyebrow. "You being their baby doesn’t help. If anything, it makes it worse."

He laughs, the sound light and teasing. "Okay, fair. But if I’m their baby, that just means it's a bigger thing that I'm bringing you over. You? You’ll be safe."

He grabs your hand and confidently introduces you, showering you with compliments in front of the members. "See? My girlfriend is amazing!" You can’t help but smile at his infectious energy.

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Bound by contract (a bangchan x reader series)

Chapter 8

ᯓ★arranged marriage between nonidol!bangchan and fem!reader

ᯓ★ warnings: kissing, angst

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The first couple of weeks after Minho's arrest were anything but peaceful.

Lawyers. Board members. The press. It felt like the world had become one giant storm, and you and Chan were standing right in the centre of it. Every headline read the same dramatic story:

"Executive Coup Failed - Inside the Scandal That Shook the Bahng Corporation"

You read every single article. Some portrayed Chan as a hero, the genius CEO who caught a traitor n his ranks. Other painted him as a cold mastermind who sacrificed his "own family" for power.

But what they didn't know - what nobody knew - was what it took to get there.

"You shouldn't read those," Chan said one night as he sat beside you on the couch, his eyes on your phone. He reached out, gently prying it from your hands. "They're gonna say what they want to say. It doesn't matter."

"Doesn't it, though?" you muttered, leaning your head on the back of the couch. "They think you're ruthless."

He glanced at you, eyes calm but sharp. "I mean...they're not wrong."

You frowned, turning to face him. "You're not ruthless, Chan."

His jaw tightened. "I am when I need to be."

You studied him, the weight of his words on your shoulders. He wasn't lying. This wasn't the same man who you initially married. Who ignored you at the start. This version of his was sharper, colder, but somehow...warmer too.

"I know what you are, Bang Chan," you whispered, eyes searching his face. "I know you better than anyone. And you know it."

His gaze softened, something vulnerable in his eyes. He reached forward, brushing a strand of hair from your face. His fingers lingered longer than they should have, tracing along your jaw with the lightest touch.

"You do," he admitted, his voice quiet. "You always have."

The air between you grew tense, charged like the moments before a lightning strike. His hand moved from your jaw to the back of your neck, his fingers threading through your hair. He pulled you forward, his forehead resting against yours.

It was the closest you'd ever been without breaking. Without destroying the wall that had stood between you for so long.

"Tell me to stop," he breathed, his voice so low it sent shivers down your spine.

You didn't.

Instead, you reached up, your fingers curling into his shirt as your eyes fluttered shut.

"Don't." you whispered.

And then he kissed you.

It wasn't gentle. It wasn't soft. It was raw and all-consuming. Every ounce of anger and unspoken emotion from the past few months poured into it. His hand gripped your waist, pulling you against him, and you didn't resist.

Why would you?

You wanted this. Always have. You wanted it from the moment you saw him standing at the end of that aisle. Back then, you'd hated it. Hated him. But now?

Now, you weren't so sure.

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The days after the kiss were… complicated.

You and Chan moved differently around each other. Gone was the polite distance. Gone was the cold silence.

Instead, there were lingering touches. Instead, there were stolen glances. Instead, there were moments.

At first, it felt like you were walking on a tightrope, one misstep away from falling. But each night, when he returned from work, he’d find you. Every single night.

He’d sit next to you. Close. Always close.

He didn’t have to say anything. Neither of you did. His hand would brush yours, and somehow, that was enough.

But peace doesn’t last. It never does.

One morning, you woke up to find Chan gone. No note. No message. Just an empty bed that smelled like him.

You checked your phone. Nothing.

Something felt off.

You paced the house, anxiety clawing at you with every second that passed. By noon, you couldn’t take it anymore. You called him.

Voicemail.

You called Felix next.

“Hey, have you seen Chan?” you asked, your voice tighter than you meant it to be.

Felix hesitated. “…He didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

A pause. “He’s meeting with Minho.”

The world shifted beneath your feet. “What?”

“It’s just a formality,” Felix said quickly. “The lawyers set it up. It’s not a big deal, Y/N. Chan’s fine.”

But you knew better. You knew Minho better.

You hung up and grabbed your coat.

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The detention center was cold.

The lights buzzed overhead, fluorescent and unkind. You spotted Chan before he spotted you, his broad frame tense as he sat across from Minho at a metal table.

Minho’s eyes lifted first, a slow grin spreading across his face when he saw you walk in.

“Well, well,” Minho said, leaning back in his chair like he was royalty. “Did you bring your wife to play referee, Chan?”

Chan’s eyes snapped toward you, wide with surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” you shot back, stepping closer. Your gaze shifted to Minho. “I thought you were smarter than this, Minho. Looks like I gave you too much credit.”

Minho's grin only widened. “I’ll take that as a compliment, sister-in-law.” His eyes dragged over you like he was dissecting you piece by piece. “You always were sharper than your husband gave you credit for.”

“Shut up, Minho,” Chan growled, his hands flexing on the table.

“Why?” Minho tilted his head. “Afraid she’ll see you for what you are?” His eyes flickered toward you, taunting. “She already knows, doesn’t she?”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, crossing your arms.

Minho leaned forward, eyes wild with satisfaction. “You think he’s changed, don’t you?” He tilted his head toward Chan. “You think just because he holds your hand now and kisses you goodnight that you’ve tamed him?”

“Don’t listen to him, Y/N,” Chan warned, his voice tight, controlled.

But you couldn’t look away from Minho. You couldn’t look away from his Cheshire cat grin, his eyes like fire.

“Ask him,” Minho said, his eyes sharp as knives. “Ask him what he promised the board to keep you safe.”

The words hit you like a slap.

You turned slowly, your eyes locking onto Chan’s.

“Chan?” you asked, your voice quiet but steady.

He didn’t answer right away. His hands were still. His jaw tightened.

“Don’t,” he said, eyes dark with warning. “Not here.”

Your heart pounded in your chest. “What did you promise them?”

“Y/N—”

“Tell me!” you snapped, your voice louder than you meant it to be.

The silence was suffocating.

Chan lowered his gaze, unable to meet yours. His hands curled into fists on the table.

And that’s when you knew.

He didn’t have to say it.

“You used me.” Your voice trembled, disbelief settling in your bones.

“Y/N,” he said, standing from his chair. “Listen to me—”

“No,” you said, stepping back. Your heart ached in your chest, raw and aching. “I trusted you.”

“You still can,” he said quickly, stepping forward. “It wasn’t like that. I had to protect you—”

“By offering me up as leverage?” you hissed, eyes stinging. “By putting me on the table like one of your deals?”

“It wasn’t like that!” he said, his voice cracking. “I didn’t have a choice, Y/N. It was the only way to keep you safe.”

You shook your head, stepping away from him, your chest tight with the weight of everything.

“You should have told me,” you whispered.

He took another step toward you, his eyes wild with desperation. “Please.”

You looked him dead in the eye, voice steady. “I would’ve chosen you, Chan. I would’ve chosen us.”

He froze.

“But now?” You swallowed hard, backing away. “Now, I’m not so sure.”

You turned, walking away as he called your name.

Don’t look back. Don’t look back.

But you did.

And the broken look on his face was something you’d never forget.

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The Door That Shouldn’t Have Closed c.b

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Chan’s anger drives y/n out into the cold

(I love writing angst and worn out plots YIPPEEE)

The apartment was warm with the scent of home—his home, which over time had become their home. The overhead light cast a soft glow on the wooden floors, reflecting against the large window that framed the city skyline in the distance. The gentle hum of the heater filled the quiet air, a comfort against the cold that lingered outside.

Y/N sat cross-legged on the couch, her laptop open in front of her as she absentmindedly sipped on a cup of tea. The ceramic mug was warm in her hands, the steam curling into the air as she scrolled through pages of job listings. Living in Korea had been a whirlwind, a mix of excitement and challenges, but with Chan beside her, it felt worth it. He had reassured her time and time again that she didn’t have to worry, that she didn’t need to rush into finding work, but she wanted to—needed to. She wanted to feel like she belonged, like she wasn’t just lingering in his world without purpose.

Her gaze flickered over to the sleek black laptop resting on the edge of the coffee table, its screen glowing with an unfinished project. Chan had been working tirelessly on a track, pouring every ounce of his energy into fine-tuning the smallest details. It was his everything—the beating heart of his career, of his passion, of him. She knew how much it meant to him.

Maybe that’s why, when she reached for her phone and accidentally nudged the edge of the coffee table, her heart stopped as the laptop teetered, wobbled, and in the slowest, most horrifying second of her life—

—crashed to the floor.

The impact was deafening in the silence. The sharp crack of metal and plastic colliding against hardwood rang in her ears, freezing her in place. Her breath hitched as she scrambled forward, hands trembling as she turned the device over. The screen was black, unresponsive, the keyboard slightly misaligned from the fall. Her stomach twisted into a sickening knot.

No, no, no, no—

“Y/N?”

His voice came from the hallway, muffled but laced with exhaustion. Heavy footsteps echoed as he approached, and before she could even attempt to explain, he was there—standing in the doorway, his tired eyes locking onto the sight before him.

For a moment, there was only silence.

Then, in an instant, the exhaustion in his face was replaced by something else entirely. His features hardened, lips parting as if trying to process what he was seeing.

“What—” His voice caught, eyes flicking between her and the laptop. “What the hell did you do?”

“I—I didn’t mean to,” she stammered, panic lacing her words as she held the laptop up like an offering. “It was an accident, I swear! I barely touched the table, and it—”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” His voice rose, sharp and cutting. He stormed forward, snatching the laptop from her hands. His fingers ghosted over the edges, flipping it open, pressing the power button over and over again. Nothing. “Do you have any idea how much was on here?”

“I know, I—”

“No, you don’t know.” His words came fast, heated, filled with frustration. “That was weeks—months of work! Gone. Just like that.” His jaw clenched, his fingers tightening around the broken laptop as if willing it to come back to life. His breaths were ragged, uneven, his head shaking as he let out a bitter laugh. “God, Y/N, do you even think before you do things?”

The words hit like a slap. She flinched, hands curling into fists in her lap. “I said I didn’t mean to,” she whispered, voice small, fragile. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t fix this!” His voice cracked, raw and unrestrained. “You don’t get it, do you? Fuck! This isn’t just some random thing you broke—this was everything I’ve been working on. Every file, every project, every unfinished song—it’s all gone now because you couldn’t be careful.”

Tears burned behind her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She knew he was upset, knew that this was important to him, but the way he was speaking to her—like she was careless, like she didn’t care—it stung in ways she couldn’t describe.

She swallowed, forcing herself to keep her voice steady. “I’ll help you fix it,” she tried, reaching out. “There are data recovery places, we can—”

“Just stop.” His tone was sharp enough to cut. “Just… stop.” He ran a hand through his curls, his shoulders rising and falling with each labored breath. His eyes flickered with something unreadable, something dark and stormy. Then, before she could say anything else, he did something she never expected.

“Get out.”

The words were low, clipped, but they sent dread washing over her.

She blinked. “W-What?”

“You heard me.” His gaze was unwavering, lips pressing into a thin line. “I can’t deal with this right now. Just… go.”

The air in the room turned suffocating.

Go.

Leave.

He was kicking her out.

Her chest tightened, heart hammering against her ribs as she slowly stood. “Chan… I—I don’t have anywhere else to go,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

For a split second, something flickered in his expression—regret, hesitation—but it vanished just as quickly as it appeared.

“I don’t care.”

The words settled like lead in her stomach. Her hands trembled as she grabbed her coat, slipping it on with numb fingers. The apartment that once felt like a sanctuary now felt cold, foreign, unwelcoming. She didn’t beg, didn’t plead—if this was what he wanted, then she wouldn’t fight.

She turned towards the door, fingers hesitating on the handle. One last time, she glanced over her shoulder. He was standing there, back to her, running a hand through his hair as he stared blankly at the broken laptop on the table.

She bit her lip, swallowing the lump in her throat. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Then, she stepped out into the night.

The cold hit her instantly, biting through her thin coat as she wrapped her arms around herself. The streets were quiet, the distant hum of traffic the only sound accompanying her as she stood there, frozen, unsure of where to go.

She had nowhere. Nowhere but him, and now… not even that.

The apartment was eerily silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of the clock hanging above the kitchen. Each second that passed felt like a taunt, like it was counting down to something he didn’t quite understand but could feel settling into the pit of his stomach like a weight.

Chan sat hunched over on the couch, elbows resting on his knees, fingers tangled in his curls. The broken laptop sat on the coffee table in front of him, its cracked frame a haunting reminder of everything that had transpired just hours ago. His jaw was tight, his breath shallow as his mind replayed the argument on an endless loop.

The way her voice had wavered. The way her hands had trembled. The way she had looked at him—like he had gutted her.

And then she was gone.

At first, he had told himself he didn’t care. That he needed the space. That she needed to understand how much she had screwed up. The frustration had still been burning too hot in his veins for him to feel anything else.

But now?

Now, the embers had long since cooled, leaving only the empty ache of realization.

It had been hours.

And she still hadn’t come back.

His knee bounced anxiously as he pulled out his phone, unlocking it with swift fingers. No messages. No missed calls. Nothing.

His stomach twisted uncomfortably. Where the hell was she? She had said it herself—she had nowhere else to go.

His mind reeled with possibilities, none of them good. Was she wandering around aimlessly? Sitting on some freezing bench in the middle of the city? God, what if something happened to her? Korea wasn’t dangerous, but that didn’t mean she was safe. She wasn’t fluent in the language, she didn’t have family here—hell, she barely had friends. She had him.

And he had thrown her out.

A sharp breath shuddered from his lips as he ran a hand over his face. His body was buzzing with nerves now, his earlier anger replaced by something far worse—guilt.

How could he have been so stupid?

Yeah, she had broken his laptop. Yeah, it hurt knowing all that work was lost. But was it really worth the way he had spoken to her? The way he had made her feel so disposable, so unwanted?

His chest tightened as he remembered the way she had looked at him when she had whispered those last words—I’m sorry.

He had told her he didn’t care, but that was a lie.

He cared too much.

And now he had no idea where she was.

Chan shot up from the couch, grabbing his coat and shoving his feet into his sneakers with hurried, frantic movements. He didn’t bother turning off the lights or locking the door—none of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was finding her.

The second he stepped outside, the cold slammed into him like a brick wall. The temperature had dropped significantly since earlier, the kind of cold that seeped into your bones, merciless and unrelenting.

She wasn’t prepared for this.

Panic clawed at his throat as he moved down the dimly lit streets, scanning every alleyway, every bench, every corner. Where the hell was she?

He pulled out his phone, dialing her number with shaking fingers. It rang once. Twice. Three times.

Voicemail.

“Shit,” he hissed under his breath, shoving the phone back into his pocket. His heart pounded wildly, each beat a deafening reminder of how badly he had messed up.

Then, just as he was about to turn another corner, he saw it—

A small figure curled up on a bench just beneath a flickering streetlamp, her head tucked against her knees, arms wrapped tightly around herself.

His breath caught in his throat.

Y/N.

He rushed forward, kneeling down in front of her, his hands hovering over her shaking form. She was trembling violently, her coat barely doing anything to shield her from the brutal cold. Strands of hair stuck to her damp cheeks—had she been crying?

Guilt slammed into him like a freight train.

“Y/N,” he breathed, his voice tight. She flinched, her shoulders tensing at the sound of his voice, but she didn’t look up.

Chan’s heart cracked wide open.

“Oh my god,” he whispered, finally reaching out to touch her, his hands carefully settling on her arms. She was freezing. Ice-cold. His stomach churned. “Baby, what are you doing out here? Why didn’t you go somewhere warmer?”

A bitter, shaky laugh slipped from her lips, muffled against her knees. “Where?” she croaked, voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. “You told me to leave, remember?”

Chan felt physically sick.

“Y/N, I—” He swallowed, his throat tightening. “I didn’t mean it. I was angry, I—I wasn’t thinking. But I never wanted this. I never wanted you out here like this.” His voice broke, raw with regret.

She sniffled, finally lifting her head just enough for him to see her face. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her cheeks blotchy from the cold and her tears. The sight of her like this—because of him—made his chest constrict painfully.

“You didn’t stop me,” she whispered. “You just let me go.” Chan’s breath hitched. There was no excuse for that. None.

He exhaled sharply, his hands gently cupping her face, thumbs brushing away the stray tears still clinging to her skin. His fingers were warm—too warm against her freezing face.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured, his voice breaking under the weight of his guilt. “I was an idiot. I was cruel. I should’ve never let you leave, I should’ve never—” His voice cracked, his forehead pressing against hers as his hands cradled her gently. “Please, baby, please come home.”

Y/N swallowed, her lips quivering. “Are you still mad?”

Chan shook his head instantly. “No. God, no. The only thing I’m mad at is myself.” He pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes, his own gaze brimming with emotion. “I don’t care about the laptop. I don’t care about the files. I care about you. And I swear, I will never, ever make you feel like that again.”

A shaky breath escaped her lips. For a long moment, she didn’t say anything, just stared at him with that same exhausted, heartbroken expression that made his insides twist painfully.

Then, finally, her body slumped against his, her face burying into his chest.

Chan let out a breath of pure relief, his arms wrapping around her tightly, securely, as if he was trying to shield her from the cold, from the night, from everything.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured into her hair, pressing desperate, lingering kisses against her temple. “I love you, I love you, I love you—please don’t ever think for a second that I don’t.”

Her fingers clutched onto his coat weakly, and after a long pause, she whispered, “Take me home.”

Chan swallowed past the lump in his throat, standing and pulling her up with him, his arms never leaving her as he guided her back toward the place she should have never had to leave in the first place.

And as they stepped into the warm embrace of their apartment, Chan vowed to himself—

He would never let his anger cost him her again.

✧:･ﾟHeartache → Stray Kids x reader ˚₊· ꒰🍃꒱

꒰ 命 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ꒱┊ during an argument, they raise their voice at you, uttering hurtful words.

꒰ 命 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ꒱┊ maknae line! x fem! reader 

꒰ 命 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ꒱┊ discussion, angst, established relationship.

꒰ 命 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ꒱┊ shouting, insults, fights, anxiety, insecurities (on both sides). Any scenarios, names and groups mentioned are pure fiction! Similarities to real events are purely coincidental. × In some scenarios not everyone is an idol. ×

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꒰ 命 𝐀/𝐍 ꒱┊ I finally got the inspiration to release the second part of Runaway! If you haven't read the first part, I suggest you go there first :) English is not my first language! I apologize in advance for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes. Let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist. Enjoy reading! ^-^

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Jisung has always been in love with you. You’ve known each other since high school and have always had a strong friendship, never caring about unpleasant comments questioning the possibility of a friendship between a man and a woman. Consequently, over time, he fell in love with you more and more each day he spent by your side, but he never confessed, and you never showed that you felt the same because you wanted to hide it at all costs. Jisung was always very popular because of his talents, so you never thought you deserved to date someone as amazing as him.

Time passed, you were both adults, and Jisung ended up debuting as an idol. Even after so many years, he never had the courage to tell you how he felt, so he just suppressed his feelings. After a long time, he got involved with an idol he met during his trainee days. You didn’t know this, as he couldn’t reveal it to the media, but even when he had the opportunity to tell you, he couldn’t muster the courage. Perhaps his deepest feelings held him back.

You were at Jisung's dorm for a movie marathon, taking advantage of his day off. He got up to go to the bathroom, leaving you to choose what you were going to watch. Jisung's phone, which was beside you on the couch, was vibrating desperately. You were never intrusive, but Jisung had never stopped you from touching his things. Thinking it might be one of the boys or even Jisung's staff wanting to warn him about something, you picked up his phone and checked his notifications.

The contact of a woman, with a heart emoji next to her name, lit up the phone screen, with several messages saying she missed him and that she would visit Jisung in his dorm later. You knew you had no right to meddle in Jisung's life, but the fact that he had hidden this from you, even though you were supposedly someone he trusted, hurt you deeply. When he returned, he was confused by the sad expression on your face. “What happened, little one? Are you okay?” He was utterly confused until he noticed his phone in your hands. His expression shifted from concern to irritation in a matter of seconds. “What were you doing?”

“When were you going to tell me, Jisung? Why... I don’t understand. Are you with someone? Why didn’t you tell me? Since when have you become so cowardly as to forget your trust in me?” At this point, you were both standing, staring at each other, your upset expressions obvious. “And since when do I have to give you any explanations, huh?” He didn’t know why he was so angry, but his confused feelings were preventing him from being clear at this moment. “WE’RE FRIENDS, JISUNG! I’m not just anyone you can simply ignore. I care about you too, you idiot.” Despite your raised tone fueled by anger, you tried to explain your feelings, but Jisung just couldn’t hear you at that moment.

“MAYBE IF YOU WEREN’T ACTING LIKE A FANATIC, I COULD HAVE TOLD YOU!” He exploded, gesturing wildly in complete desperation.

Silence. Those three seconds of silence felt like three hours. This chilling silence was broken by your faint sniffles. You raised your hands to hide your tears. Turning away from him, Jisung could tell he felt shattered inside at that moment. Your tears brought him back to his cruel current reality. “Fanatic? I... I’m not a fan of yours, Jisung. To be honest, now I’m just an idiot who trusted you.”

You didn’t bother to grab your jacket; you just ran to the door. As you opened it, you bumped into Jisung's girlfriend. He tried to run after you, but it was already too late. Now, all he could do was cry—not just because of the argument but because the arms that comforted him weren’t the ones he wanted.

𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗¡!

You had been in a relationship for a little over three years. After Felix proposed to you, you both moved to Busan so you could settle into a calm life before getting married. He was a kindergarten teacher, and you opened a small café near the house you were finishing paying off together. You were the typical cute couple, never having serious fights and always being very happy with each other. Even though the life you both dreamed of was almost finally stable and fulfilled, Felix's family didn’t accept the life he was living. Felix was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, so his family expected him to live like an heir prince; however, he chose to live a quiet life with you, which was clearly reason enough for his family to dislike you.

With only a few months left until the wedding, Felix’s father was making his life a living hell, doing everything he could to make Felix give up on you. For this reason, Felix had been depressed for several days. You didn’t know what was going on, and he didn’t want to tell you so you wouldn’t get upset, which left you increasingly worried about his condition. He wasn’t eating properly, woke up many times in the middle of the night, and always got startled when the phone or the doorbell rang.

During a walk you took on weekends, throughout the entire route, you noticed he was hyperventilating, and every time you asked him about it, he would just force a smile and say it was nothing. When you were on the corner heading back home, you finally mustered the courage to question him. “Felix… please, don’t lie to me.” You grabbed his arm, making him stop. He looked back at you, his expression completely exhausted. “Lie about what? I already told you it’s nothing. Please, leave me alone.”

His tone wasn’t angry—it was more tired. He didn’t want to be so rude, but the pressure his father was putting on him had really messed with his mental health. He freed himself from your weak grip, quickly walking home.

After you entered your small and cozy living room, while Felix was taking off his jacket, you stopped in front of him in another attempt to make him talk.

“Don’t you trust me? Felix, I’m not here to judge you. I’m really, sincerely worried about you.”

He just ignored your desperation, going upstairs to the bathroom. You followed him without a second thought, determined to make him speak. “Love, you can count on me! I—”

“COULD YOU PLEASE STOP?! Please, I’m begging you, let me breathe! Just for a moment.”

He stopped at the top of the stairs, making you stop halfway up. You were startled by the look Felix gave you. He had never, ever, yelled at you. You weren’t angry with him, but it did affect you in some way. Before you could say anything else, you just apologized, walking past him and locking yourself in the bedroom.

He immediately rushed to the bedroom door as soon as you entered, his hand hovering over it, wondering if he should knock or not. He rested his forehead right there, finally allowing himself to cry after holding back for days. He really needed this relationship to work.

He couldn’t live without you.

𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍¡!

Seungmin was the ideal partner from your point of view. He was a surgeon and heir to a hospital franchise, and you were a dermatologist from a family of politicians. People always had high expectations of your relationship: from your family and friends to the media, which saw you as a reference. Seungmin wasn’t exactly the temperamental type of man; to be honest, he always preferred to withdraw from problems until things calmed down so he could resolve the situation clearly and organized. However, the course of the days was draining all his patience and usual calm. The hospital was chaotic, and Seungmin’s father was dumping all his frustrations on his son, leaving him stressed.

Your father met with you earlier during a lunch that was apparently a family gathering but turned out to be another ploy for his threats. There were some problems happening in politics, so he needed some distraction for his troubles, and obviously, your marriage would be the perfect target. He wanted you to announce a pregnancy as soon as possible so that the media could focus on you, giving him time to sweep everything under the rug. You didn’t give your father an answer, saying you would think about it. Seungmin was clearly irritated with him but said nothing.

At this moment, you were lying on your bed, finishing reading your book while waiting for Seungmin to finish changing after taking a long hot shower in an attempt to calm himself down… which didn’t exactly work. He sits next to you, so you close your book, looking into his tired and irritated eyes. “babe…”

“Are you really going to keep going with this?” Seungmin interrupts you, his expression neutral. However, behind his eyes, there’s a clear flame of disappointment and a bit of anger. Not at you, but at this moment, he didn’t care to distinguish where it came from. “What do you mean?” you ask, confused. “You no longer live for yourself. Are you really going to keep doing your father’s will?”

“Seungmin, he just wants what’s best for both of us-”

“HE DOESN’T CARE ABOUT YOU! He never cared and won’t in the future. You’re just a means for him to get rid of the media. Are you really that naïve?”

You look at him dumbfounded, feeling not just sadness but pure shock. Deep down, you knew he was right, but his bluntness truly shook you. You don’t hide your tears but say nothing. You just get up, leaving to God knows where, leaving him behind with a heavy heart. “I’m sorry…”

𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍¡!

You and Jeongin had been trainees for just over a year. You both started around the same time, so you were relatively close… or almost that. For some unknown reason, Jeongin decided that he would hate you to death. From the first time you performed together, he would look you up and down as if he didn’t want you to breathe in the same space as him. What you didn’t know was that Jeongin was hopelessly in love with you, but since this relationship would never be possible if it depended on the company, he masked his feelings with anger, so you wouldn’t get close to him in any way and make the situation worse for him.

JYP prepared a project, a program aimed at presenting the two groups that would debut: the boy group Stray Kids and the girl group M4ya, the group you were part of. During one of the stages, the proposal was to unite the units of each group, with the objective of exploring their talents. As the main vocal of M4ya, you ended up getting the project alongside Seungmin and Jeongin. In the beginning, you were mostly nervous because you never understood his behavior and were afraid you would end up fighting. You trained together for hours, adjusting your vocals while giving and receiving tips from each other.

It was a very important project, since it would be the first time you were doing something independently, without the help of vocal teachers, just relying on your learned abilities. Seungmin was being a great help to you, since, as you were nervous, your voice wasn’t coming out the way you wanted. Maybe a little insecurity was also clouding your mind, so Seungmin offered to help. At the end of the recordings, you politely bowed, thanking him for his help and effort. When Seungmin left, leaving just you and Jeongin, he rolled his eyes at you while speaking calmly, “It doesn’t surprise me that your voice was failing so much. You look like a chicken in the butcher shop before being sold, you’re shaking so much.” You stared at him, this time tired of his teasing.

“You know, I’ve really been ignoring your behavior the whole time I’ve known you, but I would like to know why you’re like this. I never did anything to you!”

“So you think you’re a saint?” He let out a small, disdainful laugh. “No wonder you’re so snobby.”

“Then tell me, Jeongin! WHY? Why do I deserve so much criticism?” He massaged his temples, his voice was irritated at that moment. “WHY CAN’T YOU STOP BEING SO INSECURE?! So, you need that much validation, huh? Spare me.” He laughed, turning his back while fixing his bag, ready to go to the dorm. However, not long after, he stood frozen in place upon hearing your sniffles. You ran your hand over your face, hiding it from Jeongin. You didn’t want to cry in front of him, but you were too sensitive at that moment.

“You know, Jeongin, I shouldn’t justify myself to you, but I’ve always tried my best to get here, and all I hear in return for my effort is criticism after criticism. So, yes, maybe I am a little insecure girl who doesn’t know where to go without validation, just like you said. Just don’t come any closer, please. Leave me alone.” He was shocked, not having processed the situation. He never thought it could come to this point, and now he was agonizing with hatred, surprisingly, for himself. “I messed up so much now.” He crouched on the floor, running his hand through his hair in a desperate attempt to contain his tears of pure frustration.

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yani's note 𑁍ܓ hello hello, she makes an ot8 hc comeback !! thanking liliza for updating my humour and brainrot, forever annoyed and thankful. thanks to iza for minho's brainrot nickname too <3 currently changing up the theme too, barely half way done, whoops >< also gonna change the username!

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chrispy kreme ୨୧

₍^. .^₎⟆ sleeping & cuddling habits > that is if this man sleeps !!

mans is the ultimate human heater, his body radiates warmth, making you feel all cozy and safe. even in the summer, you find yourself wrapped up in his warmth.

he loves loves LOVE to stay close to you in his sleep (if that wasn't obvious), but he shifts positions a lot. one moment, he's spooning you with his arm draped protectively (very alpha sigma i see you chrizzler) over your waist, and the next, he's starfishing (i'm gonna be a star star ahh) across the bed.

the nights when he's super exhausted from schedule; now this is not very likely but lowkey i get the feeling that he'd knock out quick (because it's you) and barely moves, but if he’s restless, expect him to unconsciously tangle his limbs with yours.

he hates sleeping apart. if you even shift away a little in your sleep, his arm immediately snakes around your waist and pulls you back into his chest.

sometimes, he’s so much more clingier in his sleep that if you try to move, he mumbles in protest. ⟡ “no, don’t leave me.” ⟡ “where do you think you’re going? my arms are literally your home.”

₍^. .^₎⟆ mornings with him

waking up next to chris means waking up to sliiightly wet, but soft kisses all over your face, collarbone and/or neck, raspy whispers, and the sound of his deep, morning voice murmuring against your skin.

the first thing he does upon waking up? pulls you even closer and buries his face in the crook of your neck.

he hums against your skin, sometimes singing random tunes that he's working on, softly if he feels like it. his voice is still husky, warm, and soothing in the mornings.

he’s a slow riser—likes to take his time waking up, staying in bed with his lover for as long as possible.

he is so down bad when you trace soft patterns on his bare back (because we all know that man either sleeps ass naked or with shorts.. it's probably the latter though) or card your fingers through his messy, natural brown curls while he slowly wakes up.

if you even try to get up, he tightens his grip and whines, his voice still sleepy as he pouts, ⟡ “mmm, naaauuur, just five more minutes.”⟡ “you’re really gonna leave me here? in this cold, cruel world?”⟡ “i worked so hard yesterday.. don’t i deserve a little extra love in the morning?”

lazy kisses everywhere. your forehead, your nose, your cheeks—he worships your face before he even fully wakes up.

his kisses are teasingly slow, lingering, and filled with warmth. he takes his time, savoring the way your lips feel against his.

if you try to dodge his kisses (just to tease him), he pouts dramatically before grabbing your face and peppering kisses all over.

he loves when you kiss him back—his lips curve into a lazy smile against yours.

if you say good morning first, he grins sleepily before responding: ⟡ “good morning, angel,” ⟡ “you’re the first thing i get to see every morning. how lucky am i?” ⟡ “mmm… you look too pretty in the morning. how do you do that?”

if it’s his day off, he stays in bed for hours—talking to you, playing with your fingers, or just laying there admiring you.

if he wakes up before you (very usual), he watches you sleep with the softest look in his eyes. he brushes stray hairs from your face and presses soft kisses to your temple. and almost a few minutes later, he slips out of the sheets carefully, and heads to the kitchen to make some breakfast for the both of you, wearing nothing but sweatpants/shorts and messy bedhead curls.

if you’re still in bed while he cooks, he’ll come back to wake you up with kisses. ⟡ “wake up, princess. i made you breakfast.”⟡ “c’mon baby, don’t make me eat alone.” (pouting) ⟡ “if you don’t get up, i’m gonna carry you to the kitchen myself.” (he will pick you up so easily as if you're feater, 100%)

he loves simple, quiet mornings where it’s just the two of you existing together—no rush, no stress, just warmth and love.

when you wake up very cranky.. “why do mornings exist?” you'd groan. ⟡ “so i can wake up next to you.” “annoying.”⟡ “and yet, you love me.” (we saw this coming.)

when you sleepily mumble something incoherent.. ⟡ “…what was that?”“…pancakes.” (still half-asleep) ⟡ “you’re literally dreaming about food. that’s so cute.” (laughs, kissing your forehead)

when you try to leave the bed.. ⟡ “if you leave, i’m gonna be sad all day.” “you’ll survive.” ⟡ “will i?” (clutching his heart dramatically) “okay, fine, five more minutes.” ⟡ “i love you.” (smug)

₍^. .^₎⟆ clingy scale?

1000/10. extremely. there’s no escaping his arms in the mornings. like i said, if you try to slip away, he will hook a leg over yours or grabs your waist to keep you in place.

some mornings, he literally pulls you on top of him and lets you rest on his chest while he strokes your back lazily.

he gets extra whiny if you have to leave the bed early, dragging you back down even if it’s just for a minute.

if you manage to somehow slip away, expect him to follow you—sleepily stumbling into the kitchen to find you.

if you’re making coffee, he’ll wrap his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and swaying you slightly. ⟡ “left me alone in bed… how could you?” (fake dramatic gasp) ⟡ “i need my morning cuddles, or i can’t function.” ⟡ “you better come back to bed after this.” (serious tone, but he’s grinning)

─ so.. waking up next to chris is like waking up to warmth, love, and pure comfort. he’s clingy, affectionate, and hopelessly in love with you—so expect soft kisses, sleepy smiles, and endless cuddles every single morning.

minheez nuts ୨୧

₍^. .^₎⟆ sleeping & cuddling habits

minho isn’t the clingiest person when he’s awake, but something about sleeping next to you turns him into a human koala. he’ll fall asleep with you curled into his chest, one arm lazily draped around your waist.

he usually sleeps on his stomach or his side, with an arm tucked under the pillow. if you cuddle him in your sleep, you’ll wake up with your head resting on his arm or chest because he adjusted for your comfort.

if you’re cold, he’ll wordlessly pull the blanket over you, maybe teasing you about how you “should’ve brought a heater instead of stealing my body warmth.”

₍^. .^₎⟆ mornings with him

he doesn’t let go easily in the morning either. even if you wake up before him, good luck getting out of bed—his grip tightens unconsciously if you try to leave.

almost all mornings, he wakes up first, but sometimes but refuses to move, just enjoying the warmth of having you there. if you shift or stir, he’ll nuzzle his face into your shoulder like a cat pretending to still be asleep.

sometimes, he’s the type to sigh dramatically if you try to roll away. ⟡ “where do you think you’re going? we have rent to pay in this bed.”

minho is definitely an early riser, but he also has a soft spot for lazy, half-asleep kisses. he’ll hum in satisfaction when you kiss him first thing in the morning, even if he pretends to be grumpy about it.

the first kiss is always lazy—just a soft press of lips, half-lidded eyes, and a sleepy little smirk afterward.

if he wakes up before you, he’ll quietly admire you for a bit before giving your forehead a lingering kiss, his lips warm and slightly chapped.

sometimes, he gets playful and nips at your cheek or jaw just to hear you whine. ⟡ “aish, you’re so needy. you act like you love me or something.”

hahaha... i'm okay.. anyway. his morning voice. deep, raspy, and slow—like warm honey dripping from a spoon. he doesn’t talk much when he first wakes up, but when he does, his voice is even lower than usual.

he groans dramatically when stretching his back, arms wrapping around you like a cat stretching in a sunbeam. ⟡ “ugh… this is it. this is the end. i’m never getting up. i've gotten way too old.”

if you tease him for sounding extra husky, he’ll smirk and whisper directly in your ear just to fluster you. ⟡ “do you like it that much? should i keep talking?”

in those lazy mornings, he does take his sweet time waking up, stretching like a cat and blinking at you sleepily. however, in other cases, he'll be slipping out of bed at 7am, only to go make some breakfast and/or work out.

if you’re already up before him and doing something, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist from behind and lean his chin on your shoulder, mumbling, ⟡ “competing with my healthy lifestyle now?”

he insists that you both brush your teeth before exchanging any serious morning kisses, but he’ll still sneak in a few forehead or temple kisses beforehand.

if he’s feeling especially soft, he’ll let you sit on the bathroom counter while he brushes your hair lazily, making teasing comments the entire time.

he prefers to wake up naturally, but if he wakes up first and you’re still sleeping, he gets playful.

his favorite way to wake you up? poking your cheek repeatedly while whispering, “wake up, idiot.”

if that doesn’t work, he’ll start rubbing the tip of his nose against yours like an affectionate cat.

if he’s extra mischievous, he’ll just hover over you and stare until you wake up, pretending he wasn’t doing anything.

⟡ “you’re lucky you’re cute when you sleep, otherwise this would be boring.”

“min, let me go, i need to pee.”⟡ “sounds like a personal problem.”

“wake up, it’s getting late.”⟡ “time is a social construct.”

“your morning breath is kinda…”⟡ “and yet you’re still here, breathing it in. suspicious.”

“let’s just sleep forever.”⟡ “that’s not how life works.” “you’re so boring.”

⟡ “wow, you look amazing. like a raccoon who lost a fight with its reflection.”

⟡ “you snored so loudly last night, i thought an earthquake was happening.”

if you try to get revenge and tell him he snores, he’ll smirk. ⟡ “yeah? and yet you still slept next to me like a lovesick puppy. obsessed.”

he’ll dramatically complain if you steal his blanket. ⟡ “i knew this relationship was a scam. you just wanted my warmth and left me to freeze.”

he’s not above taking a sneaky picture of you drooling if the opportunity arises. you know we all want to see mingo's camera roll. blackmail material.

but if you ever caught him staring at you, he’d just roll his eyes and say, ⟡ “don’t flatter yourself.” (he totally loves waking up next to you, though.)

₍^. .^₎⟆ clingy scale?

5/10? he isn’t the type to beg for cuddles, but if you initiate them, he’ll accept them like a spoiled cat basking in attention.

however, in some tired mornings, his sleepiness overrides his usual tsundere tendencies, making him extra soft. he’ll bury his face in your neck or the crook of your shoulder, mumbling nonsense.

if you try to get up, he’ll tighten his hold and whine in a barely audible voice, ⟡ “five more minutes…”

he’ll casually drape an arm around your waist, preventing you from moving. ⟡ “where do you think you’re going? the bed tax says you need to pay five more minutes of cuddles.”

if he’s feeling particularly lazy, he’ll trap you against him, completely deadweight, and mumble, ⟡ “mmm… stay.”

some mornings, he’ll just hook a finger into your waistband or shirt, keeping a loose hold as if to say, don’t go too far.

₍^. .^₎⟆

if soondoongdori come into the room while you’re still in bed, he’ll make them cuddle with you too. ⟡ “dori, look at her. she’s so lazy, just like you.”

if you wake up before him and start petting soonie or doongie, he’ll pretend to be jealous. ⟡ “unbelievable. you replaced me with my own kids.”

sometimes, he’ll wake up and find his cats curled up on your side of the bed, and he’ll say, ⟡ “traitors. i thought we were a team.”

─ minho is the type of boyfriend who acts unbothered but secretly adores every second of waking up next to you. his teasing never stops, but neither does his quiet affection. even if he pretends to be indifferent, he’s the kind of guy who’ll always make sure you’re warm, well-rested, and maybe just a little bit trapped under the covers with him ><

changbinary ୨୧

₍^. .^₎⟆ sleeping & cuddling habits

my man is an extremely cuddly sleeper. he always has an arm or a leg draped over you, no exceptions.

he prefers holding you against his big big plushy tiddies because he loves feeling you close, and he thinks it's the most protective way to sleep.

big spoon energy, but if you ever hold him from behind, he melts instantly. he won’t admit it, but he loves it when you trace little patterns on his back.

sometimes, he’ll unconsciously tighten his hold on you in his sleep, pulling you even closer like you might just disappear.

he grumbles when you try to move away, fully trapping you under him like a weighted blanket.

₍^. .^₎⟆ mornings with him

this little baby... he gives a thousand lazy kisses the moment he wakes up. sleepy, warm, soft pecks all over your face—your nose, forehead, cheeks, lips. ⟡ “mmm, morning kisses are necessary. it’s the law.”

his lips are warm and plush in the morning, and he loves lingering kisses, his lips pressing against yours in a lazy, affectionate way.

he smiles into kisses when you kiss him back, of course !!!!!!! he’s so adorably giggly in the morning that sometimes he breaks into laughter while kissing you.

his morning voice is so much softer, deep, raspy, and extra cute when he’s still waking up. it’s slightly grumbly but soft.

he talks a lot in the mornings—he’ll wake up half-asleep and mumbling, sometimes saying random, nonsensical things. ⟡ “baby, do you think… pigs have a favorite color?” ⟡ "you're so warm… i think i might just stay in bed forever."

hums against your skin while burying his face in your shoulder.

he’s super warm when he wakes up, body heat radiating off him, making cuddling even cozier.

drowsy smiles. he wakes up grinning at you, eyes half-closed, dimples peeking through.

he rubs his eyes (cutely), then hides his face against your neck because he’s too lazy to get up.

he'd whisper before pressing a kiss to your collarbone. ⟡ “morning, angel,”

if he had a long schedule the night before, he’s extra slow to wake up, mumbling incoherently and pulling you into his chest so you don’t leave.

“binnie, we need to get up.” ⟡ “no, we don’t. society is a lie. time is fake. the only real thing is you and me in this bed.” “you have schedules.” ⟡ “i cancel them. i live here now. this is my new job.”

⟡ “you didn’t give me enough kisses this morning.” “i literally kissed you like, ten times.” ⟡ “well, it’s not enough. i require more. right now.” (leans in dramatically)

you'd poke his cheek. “baby, wake up.” ⟡ “five more minutes.” “you said that ten minutes ago.” ⟡ “mmm… i lied.” pulls you into a hug, trapping you under him.

when he finally wakes up properly, he stretches with a cute little groan, then reaches out for you immediately.

a gazillion forehead kisses before getting out of bed. always. it’s a rule.

sometimes, if he has energy, he picks you up bridal-style out of bed and carries you to breakfast.

loves cooking breakfast together—he makes the eggs while you make the coffee. but sometimes, he just hugs you from behind the entire time instead.

sits at the table, still groggy, resting his head on your shoulder while eating.

⟡ “my partner make the best latte,” he mumbles against your shoulder, completely leaning into you.

₍^. .^₎⟆ clingy scale?

100000/10. this man will not let you get out of bed.

if you try, he will pull you back, wrap his arms around your waist, and squeeze you against his chest (the changtiddies are literally pillows). ⟡ “nooo, don’t gooo. five more minutes. five. no, ten. no, just stay forever.”

he pouts if you escape his hold. but the moment you come back, he’s nuzzling into you, wrapping himself around you like a koala.

he loves when you rub his back or play with his hair in the mornings—it makes him so soft and sleepy again.

─ overall, this man is the cutest, clingiest, softest morning boyfriend who just wants to stay in bed and cuddle you forever. if he could, changbin would glue himself to you and never let go. (my cue to play glue song.....)

hyunskittles ୨୧

₍^. .^₎⟆ sleeping & cuddling habits

hyune loves being wrapped around you like an overgrown golden retriever. his long limbs tangle with yours, ensuring you physically cannot escape.

if he’s spooning you, expect muscular arm lockdown—his biceps are getting strong, and he unknowingly holds you way too tight in his sleep. you literally have to fight for your life to turn over.

in rare moments, when he’s the little spoon, he melts in your arms like a sleepy puppy, occasionally making soft content noises when you run your fingers through his hair.

₍^. .^₎⟆ mornings with him

absolutely shameless about morning breath—this man does not give two shits.

his go-to is lazy, lingering forehead and back of the neck kisses, usually paired with a tight squeeze and a deep inhale of your scent. (yes, like a weirdo but he's cute, we'll give him that!)

neck nuzzling and soft, barely-there pecks along your jawline if he’s feeling extra affectionate. which is always.

lip kisses start slow and gentle, but turn into full-on whining when you try to pull away.

morning voice? deeper than the ocean, raspier than a lost voice.

the first few words he mumbles are always unintelligible, just a sleepy jumble of vowels and deep sighs.

his whiny voice comes out when he’s being clingy. ⟡ “nooooo, five more minutes… you love me, right? then prove it by staying.”

if he’s teasing, it’s in that low, smug tone. ⟡ “you can’t stop staring at me, hm? can’t blame you. i do look ethereal in the morning.”

his hair? a mess. bedhead to the max. we've seen this man's hair during recordings. HE CANNOT KEEP HIS HANDS AWAY. even when he's kiwi now, yes.

sometimes, he wakes up before you and just stares at you, admiring how cute you look while sleeping.

if you wake up and catch him staring, he’ll grin all sheepishly and say, ⟡ “you looked like an angel. i couldn’t help it.”

big on ‘morning cuddles tax’—you must give him at least three kisses and five minutes of snuggling before you’re allowed to get up.

he always wakes up craving affection, so prepare for long, sleepy hugs and him burying his face into your neck.

those dimples? very visible because he’s extra smiley when he first wakes up.

and crescent eyes? puffy and adorable, especially when he rubs them with the back of his hand like a literal baby dumpling from that one mini movie.

if you tell him he looks cute, he’ll get all smug about it. ⟡ “of course i do. i was born like this.” (proceeds to flex his biceps)

how he wakes you up... the soft approach: slow, sweet back rubs and gentle whispers of your name.

the chaotic approach: flopping his entire body on top of you, yelling in your ear, ⟡ “wake up babyyyyy,”

the romantic approach: peppering kisses all over your face until you wake up giggling.

the annoying approach: poking your cheeks repeatedly and whispering, ⟡ “i know you’re awake. stop pretending.”

"hyune, let me go. i have to get up."⟡ "lies. you don’t have to do anything except stay here and love me."

⟡ “do you think i could become even more handsome?”“baby, it’s too early for this.”⟡ “just answer. do you think it’s possible? or am i already at the peak?”

"why are you looking at me like that?"⟡ because you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, and i need at least ten minutes to process it every morning."

"your hair looks crazy."⟡ "and yet, i still look good. fascinating."

₍^. .^₎⟆ clingy scale?

100/10. extreme. this man is physically attached to you and acts offended if you try to move away.

if you get out of bed first, he will complain. ⟡ “babe. where are you going. babe. no. wait—babe. come back.”

if you ignore him, expect dramatic flopping, like a pup who just got abandoned.

when he’s half-awake, he blindly reaches for you, pulling you back into his chest without opening his eyes.

─ overall, hyunjin in the morning is a clingy, dramatic, lovesick, messy dumpling who refuses to let you go. he’s all warmth, sleepy smiles, and lazy kisses, pulling you close like you’re his favorite dream he never wants to wake up from. mornings with him feel like love wrapped in soft blankets.

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comments, likes, asks and reblogs are always appreciated !! req. are officially closed till the month of june. thank you for reading love, hope you liked it <3 > maknae line is posted!

★ ── LE SEXE, JE VEUX DIRE !

what happens when you give the hyung line an aphrodisiac 。 。 。?

꒰୨୧ ꒱ pairing。stray kids hyung line x fem!reader genre。 pure smut , pwp warnings。 aphrodisiacs , sex while intoxicated , breeding kink , primal play , vaginal fingering , oral (m. rec) , deepthroat , unprotected sex , creampies , masturbation (m. rec) , phone sex , diy porn , sex while filming

a/n ⸝⸝ requested skz version of my txt drabble! i’m lowkey not a big fan of this… but here it is anyway lol. [ 0. 7k words ] ⸝⸝ [ m. list ]

𝔅ANGCHAN

chris is completely sure the aphrodisiac candies you purchased wouldn't do a thing, just a silly marketing gimmick printed all over the foil packaging he turned over in his hands. but you had gotten them as a surprise, and the last thing he wants to do is hurt your feelings– so he casts aside his doubts and eats his share with a smile, ready to put on his best show of pretending to be affected. he wouldn't even be really acting, since you can get him going no matter what... yet to his complete shock reduced to a mess within minutes, panting and squirming above you, his hips canting up to press the swell of his clothed cock against the curve of your ass. his control slips when you grind back against him, pussy drunk and unable to think of anything other than fuck, claim, breed as he flips you over and mounts you like an animal. he’s definitely having you get more of these.

𝔐INHO

minho’s immediate response to you showing him the chocolates was to scold you for wasting money on worthless placebos. there was no way you believed that they would actually do anything, right? but he eats them with you anyway, because you’re very persuasive when you’re pouting. he’ll tell you they did nothing for him at all, as he’s knuckle deep in your pussy, your hot little mouth swallowing his cock to the hilt. he didn’t feel a thing, as he’s lining up his weeping tip to your entrance. he’s completely unaffected, watching with dark hazy eyes as his thick cum leaks out of your hole. those stupid chocolates had nothing to do with how he fucked you until the sun came up. and you let him believe it, because it gives you an excuse to try it again.

𝓒HANGBIN

changbin always finds some way to derail your plans… you had hidden some aphrodisiac chocolates your had bought in hopes of surprising him with them later, but you were never the best at hiding things— your boyfriend finds them within the first day. mistaking them for regular candy, he eats them without a thought; and hours later he calls you desperately from the studio, hiding in the bathroom with his pants around his knees as he fists his aching cock. the lewd wet sounds echo against the tile and harmonize with his pretty low moans, all filtering directly into the phone’s speaker and making your pussy throb. “i need you so bad,” he whimpers, his hand speeding up, “need your pussy so bad…” detailing in a needy groan every nasty little thing he planned to do to you once he got home, the growl in his voice enough to make your legs shake. you hated to ruin the mood, but you just had to know; “binnie, did you eat those chocolates in the pantry?” “um… maybe?”

𝓗YUNJIN

the candies were his idea, actually— he figured they were a perfect addition to the films he liked to make. you couldn’t even call them sex tapes, with how careful and artistic hyunjin was in filming them… but he loved to film often, and was always coming up with new ways to keep things new and exciting. sharing candies between kisses on camera, hands wandering as you lay tangled together on the hotel bed. the both of you growing hotter and needier as time went on, gentle caresses turning into rough manhandling, tugging at each other’s clothes til you were both bare in eachother’s arms. hyunjin looks straight into the camera with a smirk as he flips you over onto your hands and knees, your face buried in the pillow to muffle your scream when he slides his thick long cock into your wet pussy with one firm thrust. he reaches over to pick the camera up off of it’s tripod, angles it down so it gets a clear view of your asscheeks bouncing against his abs from the force of his thrusts, his big hand pressing down on your arched back as his cock splits your creamy cunt open. neither of you last as long as usual, deeply affected by the aphrodisiac and desperate for release— he makes sure to get the best possible angle of him pulling out and cumming on your ass, pearly white ropes of cum decorating your flushed skin like a painting. you’re his favorite work of art, and he just can’t get enough of showing it off.

nsfw twt links 4 ➞ skz ot8

➞ warnings: twt links, nsfw & mdni, mentions of sex, vibrators, recordings, creampie, oral (f! and m! receiving), morning sex, etc.

➞ authors note: so someone sent in an ask with links while i was preparing this one, and surprisingly, 5 out of the 10 i have in my vault of nsfw twt videos! i'll still answer their ask after this is posted, but thank you @binniesbabygirl !!

bangchan shoves his huge dick into your tight cunt early in the morning.

minho fucks you quietly on the staircase...in public.

dawn sex with thick!changbin. he knows how big he is but contains the smirk due to the pleasure.

maintaining eye contact with hyunjin while he uses your face as a fucktoy.

jisung watches your pierced tits bounce & suckles on them as foreplay before you play with his cock.

chaining up felix while you grab his dick and stroke it from behind. (sadly the other link doesn't work for me)

seungmin lays beneath you so he can get the best view and taste of his life.

putting a toy on jeongin's poor cock to make him jerk his hips forward, in need of some sort of stimulation.

i hope you enjoyed it! if you did, please show admiration of my work by liking/reblogging/sharing/commenting! it really shows me how i am doing as a writer ♡

스트레이키즈

skz hyung line 𖹭 gn!reader

proposing.

content: romance, fluff, swearing, simping, reader says yes, kissing, long term relationships, living together, commitments, not proofread, lowercase intended.

zuzu's notes: i just wrote this and gave y/n the personalities i think would be most suitable for each member :3 reader doesn't wear the pants in the relationship. in hyunjin's part, i couldn't think of lyrics that would sound good so just imagine it lol

CHANNIE (크리스)

we all know chris is a romantic man. actually, he is the most romantic man. he probably started planning your future the moment you two were officially dating, but for chris, planning the proposal was so much more difficult. he had no idea how he would go on about it and just kept delaying it for months — today, he would see you doing the simplest thing in the world and he would fall in love just a little bit more than yesterday. he wants to marry you so bad!

after a long and tiring day, he gets home light and barely washes himself up in the bathroom before he collapses on your shared bed next to your sleeping form, and hours later, he wakes up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. his left arm searches the bed for your body, you're not there. he's not too panicked about your absence but he's always had trouble sleeping alone and would often get night terrors.

he shuffles to get out of bed only to see the bathroom light seeping from under the door in the corner of the room. he opts to sit on the edge of the bed and cover his face in his hands while he waits for you to come out, when you do, it's not what he expected for the night —

when you notice that he's up, you whisper. "...chris?" his head snaps up to look at you, thrn at the velvet box in your right hand, and all of a sudden he wakes up, eyes widening.

"wh-where'd you get that?" he asks softly. you shrug and walk toward him.

"it was in your jacket... you left it in the bathroom, and when i grabbed it the box fell out, and i— i really didn't mean to," you explained and placed the box on the night stand, gently sitting next to him.

"oh..." he sighs and puts his face back into his hands. fuck. "ahhhhh... everything's ruined..." he mumbles. you grab his hands from his face and give them a reassuring squeeze.

"hey... don't— don't be like that, it's alright. i knew we were gonna get married eventually,"

"aagh, but i had the whole thing planned! actually, that's a lie. but, i didn't plan for this to happen... i wanted it to be romantic, cliche, like one of those candle lit homemade dinners or on a beach at sunset or our first date, a surprise—"

"chan— stop, i— i don't need any of those." you shake his hands and look into his eyes, smile never faltering. "although it would be nice," you mumbled a small joke but it didn't ease chan's disappointment. "i don't care for them. i just... i wanna marry you. i love you, okay? i want to marry you."

"but... but the candles..." he whined and you kissed his beautiful, soft lips.

"we can do the candles. we will have a candle lit dinner on a beach at sunset and you will propose to me." you attempted to reassure him.

"that sounds like an awful idea." he laughs and you smile at the sound. "the dinner, not the proposal." he clarified. "but... wouldn't it be weird? me proposing to you and you already know it's coming?"

"not really. it'll be like our wedding... you will see me walking down the isle, we say our vows and i do, and then you may kiss the bride! wow! we're married. relax, it's no different."

"naaah, i got a feeling it's gonna be weird. me reciting a speech and you already know I'm gonna ask you to marry me..? yeah, it's definitely gonna be weird..."

"channn, stop overthinking it! just, make it a surprise. take me on multiple romantic dates to lower my expectations then BAM, propose, it'll totally be a surprise." you try to make some silly plan to try and reassure him once more.

"oh? that actually doesn't sound bad." he nods to himself as he comes up with some mischievous ideas. "yeah, and i could totally have my fun with this. on the first day, i could go on one knee and- and then tie my shoelaces... on the second, i could start reciting a speech from spider man and then—"

"yeahhhh, stop or i'll say no."

LINO (리노)

you and lee know have been together for about a year and a half but sue me, i think that when lee know is in love, he is in LOVE love and being your boyfriend isn't enough for him — he just wants to be able to fully call you his and raise many kittens together.

he doesn't have an extra-extra-extravagant plan or a clever ruse with all his friends in on it to get you to think that he doesn't want a marriage then dump the proposal on you when least expected. instead, he saves up some money, picks out a gorgeous diamond ring with han one day (in which he made han try out all the rings and have han pretend-proposed to him to see if it "feels" like the right ring), he keeps it safe on his person for a few weeks until he looks at you one night and decides that he'll propose.

"y/n," lee know says blankly as he watches you crouching in the corner of the room feeding dori some small cat food kibbles, and you hum out a response before turning to look at him. "do you wanna... go for a walk? " you seem a little taken aback by the suggestion, but you're not opposed to it.

"right now?" you ask for certainty and he nods. "okay, let me go get my coat."

as you make your way down the isolated, cool park path, the dim glow of street lamps aren't all that keep you company as a few stray cats occasionally dart past you. you count them out of boredom — 5, 6, 7. the empty surroundings create a calming yet slightly eerie atmosphere, you turn to lee know, rubbing your hands together for warmth. "why did you suddenly wanna get out?" you ask.

you observe him tenderly as he casts his gaze around the deserted area and the sky painted with stars above — the distant sounds of city traffic and sirens in the background add to the quiet intimacy of the moment, before he turns to look at you and your eyes meet. "y/n." the second time he said your name tonight felt more full of love than ever.

"hm?"

"there are so many cats out here."

"haha, yeah, i counted them. there were 7— oh, oh! there goes another one!" you point to a cat that begins walking toward you and you squat down and scratch his chin while he purrs. "lee know, there are 8 stray cats in the park, haha, maybe they should make a boy band..." you smile and turn to look up at him, but he's down on the floor with you — on one knee.

"y/n—"

"lee know." you interrupt him, losing your balance and stumbling, fixing your position, you sit back up and stay in your position in front of him. "...continue."

"y/n." he pauses and laughs at his own redundance, but also to distract himself from the tears that threaten to fall out of his eyes. "you... you're different." he chuckles once more, but this time, at his own words. "i haven't met anyone like you— agh, i didn't prepare a speech, i'm sorry if this comes out weird." you laugh as you tear up with him and sniffle and shake your head, reassuring him that it's okay, and to keep going.

the stray cat pushes his head into your thigh but you ignore him as you keep staring into lee know's eyes. "you're the only person i love and i will choose to love until the end of time... in weddings, they say "'til death do us part" but that won't be enough to stop me. i'll love you in the afterlife and in all of our next lives. even when i'm incapable of love, i will be sure to find you and love you all over again. just..." he pauses and looks away to stifle his tears, aggressively blinking and opening his eyes wide, he looks back at you like a maniac — sniffling and forcing a smile, eventually chuckling and going back to his normal expression.

"hey, you." he says aggressively as you smile through your tears, watching him take the small, wooden carved and painted strawberry box from the pocket of his coat.

you look at him "what?" you ask, laughing.

"wanna marry me?" he asks, opening the box in front of you and revealing the perfect ring.

you frantically nod and finally wipe your tears before you stand up. "yes! now get up here, you." you immediately pull him into a hug before he can fully stand and he kisses you on your cheek, then your lips.

BINNIE (비니)

changbin is also a romantic man. like i said, SUE ME. when he loves, he spreads it like there is no tomorrow, and if you are his special someone, he will LOVE YOU LIKE THERE IS NO TOMORROW! it's like you're in your honeymoon phase all the time and you're never tired of him. every day a new experience, a new love that you both know will last for ever and ever. fights never last, you always compromise, jokes are well taken, and you two are practically built for each other.

changbin has no idea how he would go about proposing to you — you have been dropping hints recently and he has no idea how to react to them because he knows that you know that he knows. he hasn't even bought a ring yet! he's in misery in his desk, handngoing through his hair as he browses through the internet with the other, searching up what to do in this kind of situation but they all felt wrong to him. he knows he has to be authentic and do what changbin would do. he turns off his phone and stands up with a tut.

it's perfect! you had a small party planned for your second anniversary and all the members of stray kids will be there and a few close friends — he will do it there since he knows how much you enjoy being the center of attention and all that. maybe you planned the party to give him an opportunity to propose??? aghh, but not before picking out the perfect ring which took hours of research, please give the man a break! (nah, it's not your fault, you're perfect.) he always wanted to marry you but you were so eager that it stressed him out ㅠㅠ

at the event, he was so nervous he thought about calling it a day early — he would act unbothered but it wasn't a good look on him and everyone was suspicious. he realized that night that he didn't have to hide it from everyone else, just you. all the members know now and and they totally support him!!! ("finally, after all the hints they dropped i didn't think you had the balls.") a bead of sweat drops from changbin's temple as he watches bang chan giving opening remarks to the guests. he hasn't been this nervous even when he goes on stage to perform for stays. bang chan said that once he gives the opening remarks, changbin would go on stage after him and recite his speech.

step-by-step, he walked to the front of the crowd and took the microphone from chan, he looks around the room and your eyes meet — he watches as i.n and seungmin forcibly push you to the center of the crowd and he has half a mind to tell them off later. his eyes are locked on your form and ah... he realizes that there is nothing to be nervous about. he loves you and wants to marry you and you will obviously say yes. he clears his throat in the mic and licks his lips.

"good evening! so, i'm speaking here in front of you all because... ah, i'd like to take a moment to talk about the miracle happened two years ago today..." he looks into your eyes and you smile, he finally breaks contact with you and looks around the room. "the day when flirting and attraction became the lifelong commitment i didn't know i yearned for and needed... the day where everything from then on just skyrocketed, the day i became more supported than ever, the day i learned that there was so much more love and laughter to share — the thing that happened that day was my relationship with y/n. there hasn't been a day that goes by that i haven't thought about you," he finally looks at you, his smile uncontained.

"you're perfect, y/n, come forward." he says. you nervously look around the room before you walk toward him — he wants to be able to watch you walk down the isle just like that. once you're in front of him, he puts the microphone down on the nearest surface and fixes the lapels of his jacket. without any words, he takes both of your hands in his, lifting the left one and kissing the knuckles as he gets down on one knee and looks into your eyes.

you can't say you're surprised. (the crowd is, though.)

your smile is so wide as you watch him take out the cutest pink velvetty box from his jacket and open it, revealing the perfect ring! you shake your head. "OF COURSE I'LL MARRY YOU, YOU CRAZY BASTARD! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!" you pull him up and hit his chest. "do you have any idea how long i've been waiting for you to ask?" you begin tearing up. "the only reason i planned this party is so you could propose to me, if you weren't going to, i would do it instead!"

changbin laughs heartily and gently slips the ring onto your finger before pulling you close for a tender kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist in a warm embrace — the crowd erupts into loud cheers and applause as they share in the joyous moment.

JINNIE (지니)

it was late at night when hyunjin texted you to come visit him in the dance studio — he had been working on what he called a "personal project" these past few weeks, but he wouldn't tell you the details and tonight he said he wanted to show you, so of course, you visited him and made sure to bring some takeout from a 24 hour ramen restaurant near the building.

as you entered the room, he was laying down on the ground browsing through his apps, legs flailing in the air, and he turned to look at you. "ah! come in, hurry." he said, placing his phone down immediately getting up, running toward the speaker in the corner of the room.

"what's the rush?" you asked, placing the food down by the door.

"sit." he said as he turned the speaker on and the voice filled the room 'ze bluetoos zeveyes is connectidough successfulaye' hyunjin grabs his phone from the floor and you sit down. "so, the thing i was working on... it's a performance. and i, it's just a demo right now, changbin helped me produce it... and i choreographed the dance."

you couldn't help but mutter under your breath, "that sounds quite challenging..." hyunjin's passionate nature had always been one of the things you appreciated most about him throughout your long relationship, and it added even more depth and intensity to your connection. "are you gonna show me what you got down so far?" you ask and he nods.

"yes, i've been working really hard and i want to see your reaction."

"okay! but may i ask what this project is for..?" you attempt to push it.

he pauses for a moment, thinking about it. "you'll see." he gives you his phone. "i'll get in position, you click play."

you murmur a soft "okay" and casually take hold of his phone from his hands, watching as he assumes the right stance. pressing play, you unleash the music, filling the quiet room with its measured rhythm. the tempo is slow and soothing, with a gentle instrumental that exudes a sense of love. is this what love sounds like?

your gaze is fixed on his every movement, slow and precise, each one perfectly timed to the beat of the song and the lyrics came in, hyunjin's gentle vocals never failed to amaze you — of course it was a love song — the lyrics spoke to you just as his dancing did, your favorite part was when he dropped to his knees and spins toward you, his hand meeting your chin and gently pulling it up so you're looking into his eyes.

that split second in which your eyes met his you felt like he was trying to tell you something, but he didn't have to. as hyunjin said, the song was only a demo and you could feel it coming to an end, he stands up and walks around your sitting form. the song ends with the lyrics "y/n, will you marry me?" and you feel him tap your shoulder twice from behind you.

slowly, you turn around and there is a ring in his fingers as he kneels on one knee. you burst into tears and cover your face with both of your hands. "hyunjin-ah!" you yell and he just laughs, slightly melancholic as he contains the tears in his eyes. "how could you do this to me? i came here in sweats and without preparing at all, i could've done so much better. this is not how i want to remember our engagement." you sob, and he just chuckles more, forcing your hands off of your face and wiping your tears himself.

"y/n, don't leave a man hanging."

"with that proposal? who could say no? i have no choice but to marry you!" you envelop him in a warm embrace, your lips meeting in a tender kiss. as you both rise to your feet, the kiss continues, with him eventually pulling back slightly. a soft smile dances on his plump lips.

"y/n, i love you," he murmurs, his pouting lips expectantly awaiting your response. you smile lovingly and tilt your head, the affection between you palpable

"i love you more..."

as we are (teaser) ⚾ seungmin x reader.

★ baseball captain!seungmin x f!reader. ★ teaser word count: 3,000~ ★ genre/warnings: alternate universe: university, alternate universe: varsity baseball captain!seungmin, alternate universe: political science major!seungmin. idiots in love, slow burn, friends to lovers, seungmin is emotionally constipated (and a red flag, if you squint). skz ensemble (dormmates + hyunjin and chan are on the baseball team). baseball references i am not 100% sure about. ★ footnotes: this is perhaps the skz fic i've done the most work on, though it's largely self-indulgent. i never thought it would see the light of day, but ksm's teaser for as we are featured him playing baseball and it has singlehandedly dragged me back to the possibility of finishing this. publishing the teaser for now in hopes of getting some motivation to put out the whole thing. enjoy!

As Seungmin's bat cracks against a pitched ball for the nth time that afternoon, he tries to think of anything but the bitterness in the back of his throat.

His feet are rigid and his shoulders are impossibly taut. He's clutching the grip of his bat a little too tight, but none of his teammates have the heart to call him out on it. They know their captain and they know better to question him when he's like this.

"Again," Seungmin says coolly, and the terse pitcher does as he's asked.

Thwack. The ball soars over the outfield. Seungmin tries to think, instead, of the essay he has to do for World Governance later, of what Jeongin might want to dinner. Anything but the fact you ditched him for some goddamn date or something.

A flicker of annoyance flashes across Seungmin's expression. "Again," he commands, and he hits the next ball so hard that the bat nearly flies out of his hands.

It's a litany of again, again, again until the pitcher misses his target completely. Seungmin's eyes narrow as he notices the way the pitcher is eyeing something over his shoulder. He turns to look at the bleachers.

When he catches sight of you, his already stoic face hardens into something stone cold. You had somehow snuck in undetected, and you were now lounging there like you hadn't told Seungmin some two hours ago that your weekly dinner had to be called off.

For a moment, Seungmin's grip on his bat tightens even further before he glances back at his pitcher. He shoots him a look before he walks over to the fence, stopping a few feet away from you.

"What are you doing here?" he snipes, his eyes flickering with irritation.

Without missing a beat, you reach for something that had been resting at your feet: An iced flat white with an extra shot of espresso. You hold it up for him to see as you stay in your seat.

It's his usual order, the same thing he got whenever we went out for coffee.

"Peace offering," you say simply, which is the closest to an apology that Seungmin will probably ever get from you.

Seungmin's expression remains taut, but the tension in his shoulders relaxes almost imperceptibly. He considers you for a few heartbeats, before his gaze slowly rises back to yours. His jaw clenches.

"You can't just give me coffee every time you want me to forgive you," he snipes, crossing his arms.

You don't falter, just keep holding out the coffee and waiting for him to take it. "That's why I switch it up. Sometimes, I get you croissants," you deadpan.

He eyes the coffee cup you're holding out to him, still refusing to take it. "You're insufferable," he mutters, but there's a hint of exasperated fondness in his voice.

A moment of silence passes between the two of you before Seungmin finally uncrosses his arms. He reaches out to take the coffee from you, fingers brushing against your own.

"What do you even want?" he grumbles, taking a sip.

"Can't a girl watch her best friend practice baseball?" you respond, the hint of a smile on your lips.

One of the teammates playing third base wolf-whistles in the background and earns himself a quick smack upside the head. Seungmin shoots a glower at them but says nothing, taking another sip of his coffee.

"Yeah? You here to cheer me on?" he asks you dryly, raising an eyebrow.

You prop your arms over the chairs next to your and cross your legs— a clear sign that you're not going anywhere any time soon. "Something like that," you say without missing a beat. "I'm a big fan of uniform number twenty-two."

As much as he tries to remain aloof and unaffected by your presence, Seungmin's cheek tinge with a hint of pink at your comment.

He tries to cover it up with a scoff, but the blush betrays him. "I know you are," he mutters, before clearing his throat and taking another gulp of his coffee. "You can watch, but don't distract me."

You finally let a bit of a smile slip through, like you're relieved that you're not being hauled out of the stadium.

"Kncok 'em dead, captain," you call after Seungmin's retreating back, drawing snickers among his teammates.

"Shut up!" Seungmin barks at the boys, but the blush on the back of his neck betrays his words. He takes a brief moment to glare at them all before he regains his composure.

With a short sigh, he steps back up onto home plate, and the other players on the field get ready. The pitcher nods at Seungmin, and the captain raises his bat, taking a moment to look up at the bleachers.

His eyes catch on your seated figure, and his chest clenches just a little. He turns away before he can think too hard about it.

As practice winds to a close, one of Seungmin's teammates and roommates— Chan— jogs up to you.

"Hey, angel," he greets, the lilt of a tease already on his tongue. "You have any coffee for me, too?"

Chan grins, unperturbed by the eye roll you give him. He props his arms on the railing and looks up at you with an expression that's far too innocent.

He casts a glance towards Seungmin, who's still on the field, having a word with the pitcher who had been throwing balls for him. "So, what did you to piss off the captain this time?" Chan asks nonchalantly, his smile widening as he catches sight of the hoodie you're wearing. Seungmin's hoodie.

"Ditched him for a tutoring session," you answer.

"Ow!" Chan places a hand to his chest in a show of faux horror. "Don't you know how many girls would kill for a date with the Kim Seungmin?"

You rest your forearms against your thighs as you lean forward to keep watch of Seungmin. "Mhm," you hum. "And here I am, breaking his heart."

Chan gives you a knowing look before he lets out a bark of laughter.

He glances back towards Seungmin, who's still chatting with the pitcher— or more likely, giving him a thorough lecturing on the state of his fastball.

"He's been in a pissy mood all day," Chan says with a slight shrug. "We all thought he was about to blow a fuse, until—" He gestures vaguely, his eyes still drawn to the way you're wearing Seungmin's clothes.

"The hoodie is part of the three-step plan," you say wryly. "Seungmin has a thing for seeing me in his clothes."

Chan lets out an unceremonious snort of laughter. "Gee, I wonder why."

You retort by pointedly asking, "Don't you have to throw some balls or something? Better get out of here before your captain decides to make you his next target."

Chan rolls his eyes at your taunt, but he knows it's true.

As if on cue, Seungmin suddenly turns around, and his eyes land on the sight of you and Chan in the bleachers. His jaw clenches, and he immediately begins to stalk towards the two of you.

Chan lets out a low whistle, raising his hands up in defense as Seungmin draws closer. "Hey, hey, I'm going, I'm going—"

Chan is gone before Seungmin can even open his mouth at him, and Seungmin gives you a baleful glare.

"What was Chan saying to you?" he asks coolly, arms crossed as he stands over you. He's sweaty from practice, and his body is tense with irritation.

"We were discussing how much of an absolute ray of sunshine you are," you say dryly.

Chan, from a couple of feet away, hollers, "Do not listen to her, Min!"

Seungmin scowls over at Chan's direction. Chan grins deviously, while Seungmin's features sour even further.

"Insufferable," he mutters under his breath before he turns back to you.

He crosses his arms, his eyes flickering down to the hoodie you're wearing. "That's mine," he says curtly, factually.

You tug the sleeves over your wrists, as if to say, Oh, this little ol' thing? The hoodie was one of Seungmin's older ones. An oversized piece featuring cover art of his favorite band, DAY6.

"You forgot it at my apartment last weekend. When you helped me fix the IKEA shelf," you remind him. "Want it back?"

Seungmin's expression falters for a moment as you tug at the sleeves. The sight of you in his hoodie makes his heart stutter briefly.

He hesitates, momentarily thrown off-balance, but he quickly composes himself and shakes his head. "Yes. I want it back. Immediately."

You let out a small tch of disapproval, but you're in no position to argue. You reach one hand to the back of the hoodie and pull it over your head in one deft movement. Your cropped top underneath rises ever so slightly.

"Here ya go," you say, holding out the hoodie over the railing.

A muscle in Seungmin's jaw ticks as his eyes are drawn to a sliver of exposed skin at your mid-riff, before shooting back up to your face, where his gaze hardens.

He scowls at you— mostly in an attempt to distract himself from the fact that he's suddenly become extremely flustered— and snatches the hoodie from your hands.

"Put a shirt on," he snaps, averting his eyes. "You're distracting."

Distracting me, he neglects to add, but you both know that's what he's thinking.

"I am wearing a shirt," you sigh, leaning back into your seat. The top leaves most of your midriff exposed. "And I was also wearing your hoodie, but it is what it is, I s'pose."

In the grand scheme of things, the amount of skin that the top exposes is a minuscule amount.

But as your best friend and as a guy with eyes, Seungmin knows it's the most dangerous part of your outfit. He tries to look anywhere but the slice of exposed skin, but it's a damn near impossible task.

"Wear something that covers that damn midriff," he grumbles.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and say slowly, as if explaining to a child, "I don't have any other clothes, Kim."

"You couldn't have been bothered to find something less..." He waves one hand in the general direction of your midriff. "Exposed?"

He's aware of how hypocritical he sounds. You, out of everyone in the entire world, have seen him in the bare minimum of clothing. But, in his head, it's different when you walk around in a revealing top. It's not decent, he argues in his head. It's not proper.

More importantly, it's driving him insane.

For some odd reason, he wants no one else looking at you.

"Jesus Christ," you huff.

Seungmin is impossible, pedantic, and stubborn. There are days when you can’t believe you’ve managed not to strangle each other over the last three years.

You shove out your hand, your gaze as cold as steel. "Just loan me the damn hoodie again."

"You—" His jaw clenches. "Fine. Take it. But this is the last time, ever."

He thrusts the hoodie back towards you, and his fingers curl into fists, so as to prevent himself from reaching for you instead.

"It has been the last time ever for three years now," you grumble as you easily slide back into the hoodie. Once it's back in place, you chirp, "Happy?"

Seungmin scoffs, but he doesn't answer.

He looks absolutely livid, but he's more angry at how much he likes you in his hoodie. The image of you in it will be stuck in his mind for days to come, he's sure.

He gives a frustrated huff as he runs a hand through his damp hair, trying— and failing— to quell the swarm of thoughts in his mind. "Yeah," he says gruffly. "Happy."

A beat. And then, you sigh, "Go terrorize your team. I'm taking you out for dinner after."

"What?" he says, incredulous. He knows you well enough to know you're not joking, but he thinks he must be hallucinating. "You— You are?"

It seems impossible that you'd want to spend more time with him, after he's been so moody.

A corner of your lip twitches upward, mimicking the not-quite-a-smirk on Seungmin's face. You retaliate with, "Because I can't just get you coffee every time I want you to forgive me."

That statement alone has Seungmin's smirk spreading into a slow, lazy grin. He folds his arms and tips his head to the side, leaning one hip against the railing.

"So you're bribing me," he says, one eyebrow arched upward. "With food."

"Would you rather I cause a scene?" you prompt. "I can get on my knees. Say the word."

The image of you on your knees before him sends a dangerous shiver down his spine, and Seungmin tightens his arms across his chest. He knows damn well that you'd do it in a heartbeat.

"You wouldn't," he says, his voice a low rasp. He's not sure who he's trying to convince at this point.

You lean forward until your arms dangle over the railing. You press your cheek against your forearm, looking almost like a stretching cat, as you stare straight up at Seungmin. "Try me."

His gaze drifts to the smooth expanse of your bare arms, and in his mind, he's all too aware of just how easy it would be to simply lean over and—

His train of thoughts comes to a screeching halt, and he forcibly drags his gaze back up onto your face. No, he chides himself. Not a wise idea.

The look in your eyes tells him that you know exactly what you're doing to him. He swallows and croaks, "You play dirty."

You break into a proper grin. "And you're not playing at all, captain."

You give a vague gesture to his team, who are all mostly milling about and slacking off in his absence. "Go whip them into shape so we can have dinner sooner."

Seungmin wants to make a snide comment about you giving him orders, but the thought of dinner is enough to have him scowling once more.

He spares a brief glance back at his team, before his gaze snaps back to you. "Fine," he says, narrowing his eyes. "Don't go anywhere."

He pushes away from the railing and heads off reluctantly towards his teammates, making it all too clear that he'd much rather stay and continue bickering with you.

When practice finally, finally ends, Chan bounds up to you, having narrowly escaped the captain's wrath.

"I could kiss you," he announces a little too loudly. "Goddamn miracle worker."

You let out a small 'tch' of disapproval. "You're going to get yourself killed," you sigh, because, of course, Seungmin overheard and is also on his way back.

Seungmin glares at Chan as he approaches, his annoyance returning in full force, but he makes sure to keep a healthy distance away from the other boy.

Chan grins unabashedly at Seungmin. "C'mon, Min, even you have to admit that—"

The look on Seungmin's face makes Chan pause, his smile faltering as he takes a cautious step backwards. Seungmin looks like he'd rather throw Chan off the bleachers than listen to anything he had to say right now.

"Why don't you head home, Chan?" Seungmin says tersely.

Chan's eyes widen, and he raises his hands up in surrender, immediately taking this as his cue to exit.

The second he's out of sight, Seungmin looks back towards you. He's still visibly irritated, and the way he clenches his hands by his sides tells you exactly how happy he is at the moment.

You give Chan a lazy wave as he scurries away. You can feel Seungmin's gaze on the side of your face, but you're careful not to look at him just yet.

Instead, you keep your gaze trained on the baseball pitch, where half the team is trying not to pay attention to you.

"Not that you're interested in Bang," you drawl. "But you make it impossible for any other guy to approach me. You know that, right?"

A muscle in Seungmin's jaw ticks at the mention of another boy potentially having an interest in you.

The sight of you in his hoodie has riled up those feelings— the possessive, protective ones that tell him to keep you close, to not even let anyone look at you the wrong way.

"I think of it more as a public service," he says through gritted teeth. "You shouldn't be dating anyone, anyway."

Seungmin registers the brief flicker of hurt on your face, and he almost flinches.

He doesn't know why he said that, only that the mere thought of you dating someone fills him with irrational anger, which makes no damn sense because you weren't his to begin with.

"Go take your damn shower already," you grumble, already properly acquainted with Seungmin's post-practice routines. "And while you're there, think of what you want for dinner."

At your grumpy tone, he feels a pang of guilt, but he's quick to shove that feeling aside. He runs a hand through his hair, ruffling it even further. "Fine. See you in ten."

Seungmin heads off to the locker rooms with his bag slung over his shoulder.

By the time he's finished with his shower, he's managed to shove all the guilt and anger and frustration deep down in the confines of his mind.

He doesn't want to sour the mood right before a date— wait, no, it wasn't a date, it was just dinner, right?

He runs a frustrated hand through his still-damp hair as he enters the lobby, his eyes automatically seeking you.

He finds you in your usual spot, leaning against a wall and scrolling through your phone, and the sight in front of him almost has his breath catching in his chest.

For a split second, he almost wonders if it's a vision of his future— of you waiting for him after every game, of you in his hoodie as he walks towards you— but he shakes the thought from his head.

He's not sure he's allowed to have that future.

alien ! minho 🪻🫐

you don't understand why headquarters keeps pairing you and him to do on-field tasks. bickering and arguing until you get pricked by a weird flower....

-contains mature themes (big dick, tummy bulge? just read it istg)

"switch the controls" you instruct the man who stands at the control panel. his hands moving against his own will, ignoring your request entirely.

"hey ! switch the controls over to me"

raising your voice before you start getting annoyed. maybe he just hadn't heard you.

he looks at you briefly. going back to what he was doing. so he was blatantly ignoring you.

"look. we're supposed to work as a team-"

"this is my world you're in, my rules." the supposed alien lets out.

you always thought he was lying. about being a damn alien, just so he could get promoted and explore the galaxies. nothing about him looked extra terristerial like.

"we take turns, lee. thats teamwork."

crossing your arms and walking over to him. the landing y'all had made because of you would be rewarded.

no landing issues. no disturbances and especially no contact with the outside world. this wasn't earth. but atleast it was some planet.

"i know what i'm doing. so just sit back down and shut up for a few seconds"

he hisses out. glaring at you while he continues swiping at the holographic screen. reading numbers and all sorts of descriptions on the life forms present around the spaceship.

"why the hell do i always get teamed up with you"

now, you were angry. so much work, only to be belittled. every single time, instead of jisung or chan, headquarters would send you out with minho.

"because we collect great information and specimens in a short amount of time?" he answers, keyboard clacking noisily.

"yeah but no one knows the shit you put me through every single day"

you mumble. growing irritated with him.

"you think you know so much about space. you know nothing, believe me."

"shut the fuck up i swear you're getting on my nerves"

blood boiling.

this was it.

you worked long enough to know about things you needed to know about.

before he can even fight back, you zip up the suit you have on. grabbing a mask and securing it tightly over your mouth and nose.

"where the fuck do you think you're going?" minho yells, looking frazzled and surprised. the anger leaving his tone. replaced with an emotion you couldn't quite conprehend.

"to collect some specimens..."

opening the doors of the spaceship. revealing a world that looked different. more colourful. more alive yet so dead.

"get back here! you can't go alone" and he's storming towards you.

"oh yeah yeah, now teamwork matters to you?"

"its fucking dangerous out there. come back in now"

you weren't in the mood. so you lift up your hand, showing him your middle finger. he rolls his eyes and you laugh. waving goodbye to him. not wanting to even listen to him.

"fucking idiot you're gonna get yourself killed. or worse.. ....." you tune off, not hearing his full statement.

trodding on the land beneath your feet. thousands of flowers radiating neon like lights. shining beautifully.

this would be an amazing specimen to bring back to the ship.

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no.

this was not the right specimen.

infact this was not okay at all.

you were not okay.

did flowers always have barbed tendrils that dug into the palm of the hand? poking hard enough to draw blood.

a flurescent pink sap entering the small cut. before you know it, you're pulling your hand away. shaking it aggressively and quickly standing up.

your hand feels warm, a pulsating sensation that makes you worried.

even more worried when you struggle to walk back to the spaceship. staggering. as much as you'd hate to, you need minho right now or you'd die in this weird place.

"MINHO!"

you shriek, body growing hotter and all of a sudden, the ground is getting closer to your face.

"M-MIN....ho-"

voice failing to come out and you grip the plants around you. unable to breath with how hot you were feeling under the suit. beginning to sweat.

"now what? throwing a tantrum?" a pair of heavily armoured boots stand by your head. too familiar and you feel relief. weakly grabbing his ankle.

"whats all this fussy behaviour? get up..." his voice however trails off. you can feel his eyes boring into you.

and he's quickly dropping on his knees. hands hooking under your armpits. lifting you up just enough to get you to sit up against his chest.

"the one thing i tell you not to do"

theres no spark in his tone. instead he sounds worried. but it makes you upset.

"stop being...." you mumble. eyes tearing up. you didn't know why he was being so mean. or why you were hit with a wave of strong emotions.

"stop being so m-mean to me"

you sob, slinking into him. hearing his breath get caught in his throat.

"n-not my fault...its not my f-fault"

gasping at the pain that shoots up your abdomen. squeezing your legs together. he sighs heavily. not saying anything.

"lets go back" he whispers, picking you up and making his way back with you shivering in his arms.

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"m-minho"

its impossible to not lose it when his fingers unzip your suit. pulling it off your shoulders and bunching it at your waist.

"im here"

and its the first time he's being so nice. writhing on the floor, arousal pooling between your legs.

"those flowers out there...they have strong secretions that affect every species in one way or another. you got stung and now for the next few hours, all you'll want is..."

minho explains, decidedly sitting closer to you so you can hold onto him.

"h-hurts...here" you cry out, getting more desperate for any kind of contact. any kind of warmth.

"hurts please"

"where, baby?"

and you mewl at the petname. eyes glued onto his face. everything about him appealing to you.

cunt throbbing for him. soaking your panties.

grabbing his hand and nudging it under your suit. pushing his fingers towards your weeping pussy.

"h-here...want you here"

you beg, eagerly grinding on his palm. if you were in your senses, you'd be embarassed with how pathetic you were.

right now all you wanted was him.

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minho is not human.

the thing between his legs gives away his true identity. his dick is longer and thicker.

oh, its so thick it has you creaming already. suits discarded and undergarments thrown aside.

a pattern of fluoroscent lines painting his lower abdomen and joining at the base of his dick.

its a shade of purple that has your mouth opening in shock. beads of darker blue precum leaking from his tip. (that picture of the flower in the header, i imagine his dick being that shade...how pretty im screaming)

"minho...min-" you whisper, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him on top of you. his mouth hot against your neck. pressing wet open mouth kisses all the way up to your jaw.

"i'll fuck you alright? i'll do it so good, you'll feel better soon, baby" and you wince. slick pooling between your bodies. and he nudges himself in.

slotting himself along your swollen lips. bumping into your overly sensitive clit before stretching you out completely.

"A-AH" you practically scream, his hand coming up to muffle the loud noises that escape your mouth. breathing heavily into his palm when his hips fuck up into you.

another thrust and you're cumming all over him. cunt begging for more. squeezing around him unconciously and he slides his hands down to spread your thighs apart.

"how come i've never fucked you when you're so pretty like this" minho cooes. pulsating within your walls. squelching lewdly.

"was i too mean to you, baby?" he asks, rutting himself deeper. watching as you arch your back off the cold ground. eyes rolling so far back at the fullness of him buried so deep inside you.

"now do you believe i'm an alien? saw my dick and now you're crying on it"

pulling all the way out when you cum for the second time. rubbing his fat tip against your folds.

"such a good quiet girl for me"

and you feel yourself get hotter. warmth flooding your senses. this time he pushes back in slower than ever.

"yeah? you feel me?"

engraving his imprint into you. giving you the chance to feel the veins and the curve of his dick. and he presses a hand down on your stomach.

"so deep. look, baby"

urging you to look at the ever so apparent bulge just below your belly button. glowing a dull purple from all the way inside.

"this cunt is mine" minho rasps, visibly enthralled by the sight. his own senses taking over him.

not wanting anything more than to fuck you till you can't walk.

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when you wake up, your body aches. its sore all over and you feel like you've slept for days. when in reality it had only been a couple of hours.

nestling your head against the firm pillow under. sighing softly at the hand that pats your cheek. lazily tracing over your nose and lips.

"goodmorning to you too"

its minho's voice and you open your eyes. shyness causing you to blush like a tomato.

"sleep well, brat?" he whispers, chuckling sweetly. you look around to see yourself laying in his lap, while he continues his tasks. already collected specimens and everything else that was required.

"couldn't risk taking you out there again...you can take charge of the control panel from now on..."

and his ears turn red too. masking away his affection. but its all too clear.

"thank you...for helping me...for saving me"

"you mean fucking you? a delight, baby"

"wanna do it again?"

"first you gotta show me your beautiful dick!"

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Idk what made me write this but alien minho with a purple glowing dick is brainrot acxszyfzoyrzroy