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| Drunk Stray Kids text you

HYUNG LINE

MAKNAE LINE

Warnings: crack..?(idk) mentions of drinking, swearing.. and some other stuff.(tell me if I missed something!!)

| Han Jisung

| Felix

| Seungmin

| I.N

| Your friend snitched on you for having a crush on them (Stray Kids)

HYUNG LINE

MAKNAE LINE

Warnings: swearing

a/n: sorry for posting late I was busy at school :(

|Han Jisung

|Felix

|Seungmin

|Jeongin

[230326] Seungmin

Whoopsies, guess im falling in love with a sk! 🤷‍♀️

10000/10 would recommend this read 👌💕

serial killer!Kim Seungmin/afab reader

WC: ~10k

RATING: mature/explicit/mdni—contains: rough sex, manipulation, strangulation, blood, implied drugging, murder

SYNOPSIS: you walk into Seungmin’s life, and disrupt everything

DEITY INTRO

The smell of smoke reaches his nose, and the craving comes on so suddenly, and so strong…he hates this, not being able to control something so small. He doesn't have much control at all, if he thinks about it. He hasn't had any real control in years—just the illusion of it. The first chance Seungmin gets, he disappears into a convenience store, and he walks back out with a pack of cigarettes clenched in one hand. He bites down on a fresh book of matches as he bounces it against the heel of his palm, eyes still carefully scanning the streets as he unwraps the plastic and pops one between his lips.

The sound of the match against the striker strip is enough to calm his nerves, but the first slow drag quiets his mind and numbs the itch in his limbs. The part of his brain that doesn't shut up when it's time likes to smoke lately, it seems, so he listens. More of his illusion.

Just as he pulls in another lungful, you breeze past him, head down, eyes glued to your phone. Seungmin can see exactly what you're doing—looking at a map as you walk, probably a little lost, and you’re mumbling quietly. Scolding yourself, maybe, but taking your time and obviously trying to keep it together. He wonders just how lost you are, but he doesn't move right away…he’s smarter than that. That itch returns very quickly, despite the cigarette, and his legs shake a little with the anticipation of following behind. Lucky for him, you stop and duck under the awning for some shade, and probably to get your bearings.

He likes the way you look.

You feign confidence, and you really are doing a great job of fitting in and acting like you know where you are—where you need to go. If anyone else was nearby, they wouldn't even suspect you needed help. And you’re pretty. Seungmin thinks you probably don’t know that, not here, so out of your element. You are, though.

Just as he moves to approach you, you lift your gaze, and your eyes find his. Seungmin freezes for a moment, then slowly takes the cigarette from him lips. “Hello,” he smiles and turns away a little to blow out his smoke. “I’m sorry, I can…” he discards it, then turns back, hoping your eyes are still on him.

He was a little rushed this morning, his hair dryer broke, and he spilled an entire iced coffee on his way out the door. Going out today didn’t seem like the best idea, but he figured he would at least make the attempt, and try again tomorrow if he had to. Seungmin is very glad he tried today. You still look up at him with keen, hopeful eyes when he turns to face you again.

“…put this out.” He tries English—it’s the only western language he knows. “Do you need help reading your map?”

Still, you stare…silent. If you don’t speak English or Korean, he’s out of luck, and he’ll have to drag himself back home, alone, and crawl into bed until tomorrow.

“Yes…thank you”

He sighs internally, and smiles softly at you. Once again, his looks (and his fluent English) get him what he wants. Seungmin doubts you would have taken the help if that first look didn't get something moving in you. He could see it in your eyes. “Where are you headed? I might be more useful than that map.”

Still, you hesitate for a brief moment, “...my apartment. I took the bus, and I missed it coming back. But I think I’m almost there. I’m just a little anxious, and I’m being stupid…”

“No, you’re not. Have you been here long? In Seoul?”

“About a week”

“No, not stupid. What’s the address?”

/ / /

“Stay close, we can probably get the whole way across.” He looks back at you, and slows enough for you to catch up to his long strides. “No, maybe not,” he takes your wrist in his hand, and it’s unnecessary, because you stop with him. It’s a good start…the first touch. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you glance at him, and then to his hand wrapped around you, “I think I know where I’m at now.”

“You think?”

“I think”

“I’ll take you to your building. You don’t have to invite me up…promise.”

It’s another two blocks before you finally see it, and the sight of it is a relief. Seungmin can almost feel the tension leave your body as you approach it, but there’s a long moment of silence between you when you finally get there.

Eventually, you unfreeze yourself and speak,“thank you for your help…uh, what should I call you?”

“Thank you for letting me help. You can call me Seungmin.” He smiles shyly when he says his name.

“Seungmin, is it okay if do?”

“Do what?” He already knows what you’re getting at, but he cocks his head and bites his lip.

“Invite you up. I’m sure you have better things to do, though.”

Seungmin loves the flush in your cheeks when you ask. The nervous energy that left you returns, and it gets his blood pumping everywhere it needs to—his heartbeat jumps, and he hopes his cheeks pink up a little bit, too. “No, that’s been my best offer all day.” He knows he can’t do anything here, but this is also an unusual feeling—visiting the home of a potential victim. It's not necessary, and it's very personal...and it's a little bit awkward.

“This is cute.” Seungmin stands in one spot, and examines the tiny apartment. It’s simple, and still a little plain, but you’ve barely had time to settle. He can picture the twin size bed you’re sleeping on, and how the two of you would barely fit; the commotion you’d make…the mess. The thought sends a jolt of pleasure through him, and he feels himself getting hard as he watches you stare so intensely.

“What?” He smirks. You smile back, so Seungmin lets his grow a little wider.

“Do you want some coffee? You look like a coffee person.”

“I am, I would love some”

/ / /

“You’re a long way from home,” Seungmin says over the rim of his mug, casually scanning every part of you as he does—your bare feet shuffling on the area rug; your legs, easy to admire in the tight leggings you’re wearing; body sinking comfortably into the squishy couch. He sits up and turns himself toward you a little more. “May I ask why?”

“Work. But I think I’m very under-qualified for the position…I took it to get away from my old life, and my ex.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Bad breakup?”

“Bad enough…I’m sure things could’ve been worse”

If he can find out when the break-up happened, Seungmin can figure out just how vulnerable you still are. “If it was worth coming this far, I’m sure it was bad.” Reaching out right now and grabbing your throat would be so, so easy. It would be nothing; his hands would wrap perfectly around your delicate neck. He can almost feel the snap of your hyoid, your pulse as it speeds up; slows down; stops completely. Vulnerable, but still guarded—soft, sad eyes, and nervous fingers tapping against the mug, turned slightly away from him.

Still, when you look at him again, you light up a little. “My turn…what were you doing smoking outside a GS25 all alone this morning? I’m very glad you were there…just curious.”

“Oh…” Seungmin actually laughs at that—a genuine laugh. He wasn’t prepared for such a blunt question. “People watching, I guess. I like to observe.” He notices your eyes wondering over him, the same as he did to you, only you’re a lot little less subtle about it. “What is it?”

“What do you do for a living?”

A living. What does he do for a living? He doesn’t do anything except survive day to day within his careful, tedious routine. He’s a trust-fund baby, thank god. Seungmin can’t imagine having to work a day job, deal with the public, wear a mask every moment of the day just to get by.

“I make music…write, produce. Independently. Nothing major, but it pays the bills.” It’s not his usual lie, but it seems fitting for you. It’s not even a lie, because Seungmin does make music—music that has ever seen the light of day.

“You sing?”

Seungmin nods, puts on another shy smile for you. “Yeah, I do. Mostly for myself, though.” He’s not used to fielding so many personal questions so quickly, because by now, someone has their mouth on something. Or something in it. The thought gives him another twinge in his groin, and he almost whines along with his sigh.

Now is probably a good time to get more information, but his dick continues to distract him. “Uhm, what was your promotion? What do you do?” Not this information, but he has to start somewhere.

“Nothing very exciting. Customer relations for a cosmetics company. I don’t like it very much, but it pays well enough, and I’m here now.”

“Is that where you went this morning?” It’s almost too nosy, but he goes with it. “Sorry, that’s not really my business.”

“No, it’s okay. I was coming back from Dongguk University. I’m taking language classes."

He takes the opportunity to switch to Korean, “good…so you don’t speak any Korean?”

And all you can do is stare back, clueless. “I think I caught a word,” you laugh when he grins at you.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you”

An exchange of phone numbers, the promise of dinner, and Seungmin is on his way back home. Empty handed, yes, but he already has a plan unfolding in his mind. A few times before, he’s deliberately taken his time—did the cat and mouse thing, or more appropriately for him, a dog with a bone. It’s usually not by choice, though. He may have to find another in the meantime; something quick and easy to hold him over. Rushing things with you won't satisfy him.

“Wow, this is…great,” the girl turns and gives Seungmin a heavy, confident look. She only has one thing on her mind, but he’s alright with getting straight to the point. “How about the bedroom?” So why does the eagerness almost turn him off? It’s a stark contrast to what you just gave him, and to what anyone else ever gives him. The dates he picks up don’t want coffee and conversation.

There is no foreplay—not a single touch until his pants are undone and on the floor, but she goes for his shirt, and Seungmin grabs for her wandering hands.

“What’s wrong…self-conscious?” She slips one under and runs her fingertips across his ribs.

He has to tilt his head to the side to avoid her lips. “No, I’m not.”

“You are a little skinny, but that’s okay”

The gasp the girl makes when he grabs the side of her neck, the little bit of fear in her eyes, is what finally gets him completely hard. He squeezes, just enough to not be threatening, and she relaxes for a moment.

“Sorry…sorry, just teasing,” she smiles a little, and her eyes dart from the window, and then back to him.

“Get on your knees”

She does so without hesitation, but Seungmin turns and walks away before she has a chance to touch again. There wasn’t much prep for this, so he has to be careful, and he has to be quiet, so he stares absently into the drawer of his bedside table for a few long moments. Handcuffs could be helpful, but the gag might be even better. He opts for the handcuffs, and when the girl sees them dangling from his finger, she smiles. “Okay, I like kinky…are those for me?”

Seungmin nods, and very gently secures one of her wrists. The other end snaps around the bedpost. Now she reaches her free hand toward him and gets a handful of dick, and he lets her touch.

“Are you gonna be a tease now? Take these off.”

A hand comes down fast, and again she gasps as he tightens his grip around her throat. She grabs for him and claws at his skin, but it does nothing. His grip still tightens, even as her nails cut and a thin line of blood starts to form. Seungmin relaxes, and then lets go.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She coughs and pulls at the cuff, but it's not going anywhere. “Get this off of me. Now."

None of this is new for him, and most of the time, his jobs aren't easy. Last time, he was lucky. "No," Seungmin laughs and pulls his shirt over his head, but just as he's about to return to his drawer for something new, he hears his phone buzz in the pocket of his discarded jeans.

"Take these off…please"

"Not yet, relax"

"But you will? What are you gonna do? I'm sorry I teased you…please, you can do whatever you want, but—"

"But? I can do whatever I want, but what?"

The fear in her eyes is enough of an answer, but another buzz of his phone distracts her for the briefest moment. "Please let me go. We can just pretend this never happened.”

Seungmin goes for his phone this time, "no, I don’t do that," and stares at the number for a few seconds before recognizing it, because he didn't add you to his contacts. He's not even sure he should.

Hi! I just wanted to thank you again for being so kind. I haven't had any really nice interactions with anyone until I met you today. And there is a place a block way from me that I've been wanting to try since I got here, if you're still interested.

Seungmin doesn't catch himself grinning, but his guest does. "Good news?" She asks. "Look, this was just a date gone bad. I'm not into whatever kinky shit you're into.”

He's bored. To be honest, he's been bored since he got this girl back to the apartment, so this may not do the job as well as he was expecting—he’s already starting to get soft. But letting someone go? Seungmin doesn't do that. The phone gets tossed onto the bed as he makes his way back to his drawer, and this time, he knows what he needs. The girl gasps and screams as soon as she sees the glint of the blade against the lamplight—the gag definitly would have helped, but it's too late now. The neighbors are mosty likely at work, at least.

The rattle of the cuffs against the bedpost is annoying, and Seungmin thinks for a moment that it might actually break. "You need to relax, and you need to be quiet. This…" he gestures to her antics, "this is not helping either of us."

"Fuck you, you're gonna burn in hell"

That's the last thing she says. There is one more reach, and one more scratch of her nails (right across his cheek), but she gives in as soon as the knife slides neatly between her ribs. One last hitch in her throat, one last exhale, and the light fades from her eyes. Exactly what he needed.

"I know"

/ / /

I am still interested. I wonder if we're thinking of the same place.

He sends that off and thinks, but the first text is more of a challenge to acknowledge.

I'm glad I could be your first.

It doesn't sound quite right to him, but maybe that's a good thing. He sends that, too.

Now he looks to the lifeless body on his floor. The blood has soaked through her clothes, and onto the area rug where she was kneeling. Seungmin suddenly remembers why he hates doing things this way. Okay, no blood for a while, he thinks as he begins to conceal the body. He has a long day ahead of him now.

The week passes slowly, and Seungmin spends it hidden away in his bedroom. He wrote a little, and he forced himself to sing last night, but aside from that, he's just existed beneath the warmth of his blankets. One more text came from you a few days ago, but he hasn't bothered looking at it yet. Ignoring his phone has been a test for himself, and he has done pretty well at not thinking about what you said.

That can't last forever, though. Seungmin doesn't think you're going to lose interest that easily. He knows you won't. And besides, he's hungry. It's time to get out of bed.

I'm free all day on Thursday

Fuck, today is Thursday. Seungmin sits up in bed and stares at the screen, thinks…wonders if chasing you will be worth it in the end. What if he spends all of this time on you, and it doesn’t fill the need he’s expecting it to? What if it’s just like the last one? He starts to type.

I am free today. I'm sorry I took so long to reply. I understand if you made other plans.

No, it can’t be as bad as that one.

Lunch. Maybe a walk, if it's not to cold for you. Back to the apartment. It's not time, though. The feeling hasn't quite returned yet, and it won't feel right if he does this now. Maybe today isn't the day.

I'm still free. Let me know when!

But lunch wouldn't hurt. Seungmin needs you here, in this apartment, if he's going to do this right. He needs you comfortable with him.

I can get dressed and head to your building. Half an hour? Meet me outside.

/ / /

You dressed up for him. He's still a half a block away, and you’re turned in the opposite direction, but he can tell that you put some thought and effort into your outfit. Seungmin looks the same as he typically does; black jeans, black sneakers, a Carhartt jacket over a loose fitting t-shirt. Not much effort, really, but…

"Hi!" You examine him, not so subtly, starting from his dark parted hair, all the way down his long, slender legs. The smile on your face grows when you meet his eyes again. "How was your walk?"

Now it's beginning to feel like a date, and it’s very obvious that you’re attracted to him. There’s no doubt you would’ve looked at him the same had he arrived in the sweatpants he had on in bed this morning. "Very nice. How was the trip from your apartment?"

Seungmin gets a genuine laugh out of you. “It was great, I was very excited to get down here and see you.”

Excited to see him. Okay. Seungmin is used to the attention, but he isn’t as used to the cute, innocent flirting. He sees your cheeks blush before you drop your gaze.

“You lead the way”

He nods, and brushes by you very gently.

Lunch is perfectly normal; a real date. Seungmin learns a little more about you, and you learn a few more exaggerated, somewhat true things about him. The breakup between you and your ex was recent—only six weeks ago. The move was actually the catalyst for ending things. You confessed to him that you’re still unsure if it was the right thing to do, but you are beginning to like living in Seoul already. Maybe because of him. You thanked him again for his help, so Seungmin starts to wonder if simple kindness isn’t something you’re used to. Getting it from him seems a little ironic.

“Would you like to take a walk?” The second part of his plan already seems to be in motion, because you walked right by your building without even realizing. “There’s a nice park I like to visit about a half a mile that way, and a cafe a little closer, actually.”

“Either sounds good"

“Or, my apartment is closer than both. And I have a very nice coffee bar. And a regular bar, if you prefer.”

He hears your soft laugh, and he can picture you blushing again. A no wouldn’t surprise him, though—going straight to his apartment was beginning to feel like a stretch, but he has to ask. After all, you did invite him up fifteen minutes into knowing him.

"Are you gonna make me a homeade latte?"

"Whatever you desire"

/ / /

Seungmin waits for you to give him a surprised look as soon as he leads you through his front door, just like everyone else does, but you don’t. You’re quiet as you take your shoes off and look around, and you don’t make a sound until he speaks up.

“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get the espresso machine going.”

“You must do good work”

“I wouldn’t say that. My dad left me a lot when he died, so I can’t take any credit for it.” Why did he say that? He had no reason to tell the truth, and yet, it slipped right out.

Now you do give him a look—a sad, apologetic one. “Well, I’m sure you still do good work.”

Seungmin keeps his mouth shut as he flips a switch and grinds the coffee beans. You don’t say anything else, but he watches you watching him carefully from the corner of his eye as he works. He makes one for himself, too, and as he walks to join you, a reflection on the hardwood makes him stop in his tracks. A small, silver earring is shining up at him, and he silently scolds himself for his sloppy cleanup. How did he miss that all week? He did stay in bed for most of that time, but he has never, not once, left something behind. It looks clean, at least...no blood.

“What’s wrong?” You look to where he’s looking, and you see whatever has him frozen. A small silver hoop earring.

“Uh, nothing…” he sets both coffees down on the table and tries to ignore it, but he can’t. Besides, you’ve seen it, and he can’t just leave it there. Seungmin wonders if he left something even more damning in the apartment as he bends to pick it up.

“One of your dates lost something?” You say it casually…just an observation, “I assume you have a lot of them coming and going.” But Seungmin looks ready to defend himself.

“No…no, I don’t. Not that often, really.” He slips it into his pocket. “How is your drink. I can make another if it’s not quite right.”

“It looks good,” you pick it up and hold it under your nose, “smells good,” and take a slow, careful sip. It’s hot, but just the right amount of hot. “It’s very good, thank you.”

He sits down, and his knee grazes against yours. You hold still and watch his hand run down his thigh, follow his arm up to his shoulder—to his neck, where his loose t-shirt reveals some collarbone, soft and tan. Seungmin is staring right through you, and he doesn't seem to realize it. The movement of his eyes is hypnotizing, and they're so big and dark, you feel like they could swallow you whole.

Just when you think he's going to reach for his coffee, his hand lifts toward you, and everything moves in slow motion—Seungmin's tongue pokes out to wet his lips, he bites down on it a little…and his fingertips just barely graze the far side of your neck.

You shake free of your trance and move back.

"Sorry"

"It's alright," you take another long sip of your coffee and avoid his gaze, but you can feel him staring at you. Hard. You look around his big, well decorated apartment and suddenly wonder how you ended up here with a man you hardly know, inches from him, his eyes eating away at you.

He's not sure why he went for that touch. Curiousity, maybe. Your skin looks soft, it is soft, and though he has no overwhelming urges at the moment, he still wants to to know how your skin feels squeezed against his palms, and pinched between his fingers. The image gives him a pleasant twinge in his stomach, and he doesn't even think about the possibility of his dick growing in his jeans right here and now. Today, nothing will happen, and if he scares you off now, he’ll never get you here alone again. It’s not a risk worth taking.

“I am…please forgive me. I don’t know why I did that. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“I don’t.” It’s a little bit of a lie, but he seems sincere. It’s easier to relax and take a deep breath now that he’s up and making a little bit of distance between you. Still, you admire him from this angle—his long, slender legs, perfect in proportion to the rest of him. Broad shoulders, and a strong looking back that you can see when the light hits his white t-shirt just right.

His face is soft, his jaw is strong, and his skin pretty, but not quite perfect. Seungmin looks like a piece of art come to life, and he’s here with to you. Talking to you. Staring at you. Reaching out to touch you.

There has to be something wrong with him.

“Are you okay?”

“Hm? Yes, I’m okay”

“I asked if you wanted to see the balcony”

There is no doubt he caught you admiring him. The grin on his face warms your cheeks…it warms your entire body. “Yeah, sure”

The balcony is in his bedroom.

Very cautiously, you walk through the doorway, but you’re not sure why you’re still on edge. So far, Seungmin has been sweet and thoughtful…maybe a little odd, but not so odd that it should concern you. Regardless of how handsome he is, maybe he really doesn’t go on many dates, or even get out of this apartment very often…his room is dark and moody, maybe more of a reflection of his mind than anything else in the apartment. Everything looks expensive—the high windows, the lighting, the music equipment in the corner. His bed is oversized and covered in soft pillows, and an old stuffed dog sits right in the middle. It looks like it’s seen better days. Seungmin doesn’t stop to show you around, though. He heads straight for the balcony.

“You’re not afraid of heights?”

You shake your head.

“Good. It’s a nice view.”

It is a nice view, because he’s almost at the very top. The wind gusts a few times as you stand there, and the air is chilly, but Seungmin stands to your side and blocks most of it. His eyes burn into you again, and you’re starting to like it.

“I should probably go.” Another lie. There is no reason to leave, and you don’t want to, but if you do stay, something will certainly happen.

“Oh, of course…I can call a ride for you”

And you want something to happen. Being in his room, within falling distance of his bed, is driving you a little bit crazy. His big, soft eyes are driving you crazy. But you barely know him, and you’ve barely settled into your new life. Feeling vulnerable isn’t new, but you’re extra vulnerable right now, and you know what can happen when you feel that way.

/ / /

Someone else will come along, and he’ll be fine. Eventually, he’ll come across another perfect one, and when he does, he won’t drag his feet and fuck things up. You were right here, inches from him…more than within reach, and Seungmin is not used to failing at getting his way. Maybe he missed something. Seungmin isn’t completely aloof when it comes to emotions and reading them on people, but he doesn’t typically bother with it, and he isn’t the best at it.

Fortunately, he doesn't have to dwell on it too long. You send him a text right before he begins to doze off that night...

Thank you for lunch today, and the walk…and coffee. Sorry I ended everything so quickly, it was nothing personal. I would like to see you again.

Okay, everything is fine. Just a little overreaction on his part. He just…scared you off? Came on a little too strong with the neck touch, more than likely. It didn't seem like much, but you're obviously a little reticent.

I would like to see you again

No reply to that, but a heart pops up next to his message after it sends.

He drags himself to the other end of the street, but he's tired. Sleep hasn't come easily the past few days, and the nightmares that come and go have returned…the same ones—the old shed, the soft, rain soaked ground, and the earth covering his father's hands when he reaches out for Seungmin. There's more, so much more, but it always comes in pieces. Maybe tonight he'll get another piece.

For now he focuses on the woman entering the bar, and he's certain he's going to lose her in there on a busy Saturday night. The urges have returned, and the sleepless nights haven't made things any easier, so he has to do something, and this half-hearted chase helps a litte bit. You haven't said a word since Thursday, and if you don't by tomorrow morning, he might just come and find you himself. If that's the case, he doesn't even need to pursue this one—he can go back home, take a hot shower, make a strong drink, and finish his nightmare.

“Seungmin?”

His heart jumps into his throat.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you”

It’s you. It’s your soft, lilting voice, and your pleasant accent. He turns and your eyes connect, but his heart still continues to pound. “Hi, what are doing so far from home?” Very far. He ventured a little further out of his comfort zone this time around. Running into you this far from home can't be a coincidence, even if Seungmin doesn't believe in things like that.

“You first”

“Oh, uh…trying to be social, I guess”

“It’s alright, you don’t have to tell me the truth.” You smile at his smirk. “A few of my classmates dragged me along, but I’m over it already. I don’t usually stay up this late.”

“I can ride home with you, if you’d like. Unless I can convince you to have a drink with me first.”

You think about it, but not for very long. Part of you wants to make up for last time, and for struggling to text him back. “Yes to both. Can we try a different bar?” The other part wants to remain strong.

“Of course, anything you want”

“Your bar?”

But the former part is bigger.

It's a quiet ride back to his place, but it's not an awkward quiet. Seungmin is relaxed, body turned sightly toward you, and you can tell he's watching every subtle movement you make; the fidgeting of your fingers, and the bounce of your knee, the occasional shift to adjust yourself and pull at your sweater. You can't quite figure out what he seems to see in you, and maybe that's part of your hesitation—being a clueless foreigner with a native drinking up every little thing, emphasis on little, that you have to you offer.

He walks ahead of you as you head for the elevator, and it's another opportunity to look at him in the harsh light. The leather jacket he's wearing is a bit big, but it doesn't hide the broadness of his shoulders. Just as you move your eyes down, he begins to take it off and reveal even more. His muscles move delicately beneath the black t-shirt as it slides down his arms, this time a more form-fitting one, tucked loosely into his black jeans. Tiny waist, narrow hips, but just enough ass to grab.

The elevator opens and he turns to you, "don't worry, I won’t keep you up too late."

When you arrived, he did all of the things guy's don't actually do on your dates: pay for the ride, open the door, hold a hand out for you. It was a little bit cheesy, but you're not going to complain about his good manners.

"Do you mind if I change? I can smell the smoke on me."

You shake your head at him, make yourself comfortable on the couch, and listen carefully as he moves around in his bedroom…the slide of a drawer, a door softly opening and closing. He's not in there long, and when he comes out, he looks like a different person.

Seungmin’s face is so striking, and it’s like that no matter what he does to his hair, but he definitely combed everything back with his fingers while he changed. It’s parted just off to the side and pushed away from his eyes, save for a few lose strands, and his eyes are so pretty and intense. The outfit is completely different—a loose fitting t-shirt, a thin white one this time, and sweatpants. It looks so out of place, because the three times you’ve seen him, he was dressed a little more than casual.

A silver Chanel necklace still hangs around his neck, and you wonder if he just forgot about it. “Better?” You stand and take a step toward him, he moves a little closer, but heads toward his small, but elaborate bar.

“Yeah,” he smiles and beckons you . “What do you like to drink?”

“What do you think I like?”

“Oh…good question, let me think,” he very patiently scans over his selection…

Ice in the shaker, cherry soju, coconut vodka—he gives it a shake, never breaking eye contact until he has to grab a glass and pour—he stops and looks around, thinks, then grabs another bottle from under the bar. As soon as he twists the cap off, the sweet smell hits you. Seungmin tops it off with cream soda, and drops in a cherry before sliding it toward you. Then he pours some for himself, minus the soda.

“Is this me as a cocktail?”

He sips his, and you can hear a little laugh from behind the glass. “First impression? Yeah. Is it good?”

“It’s good, it’s sweet…goes down easy”

“Oh, I hope so”

The whole room warms. You feel like you’re on fire. You know you’re blushing, and you might even be grinning like an idiot, but you can’t pull yourself away from his stare. Seungmin bites down on his bottom lip and a smirk slowly tugs at his mouth, and it’s now that you notice how plump and red his lips are. His cheeks turn a little pink, too.

All you can do is clear your throat and shift in the bar stool, but thankfully, Seungmin still has the reigns. He finishes his drink in one swift movement, and you take one more sip as he rounds the bar. The warmth of his hand on your thigh, you do feel that, but everything else is either numb or pulsing with nervous excitement. He spins you to face him, but his hand doesn’t move—it squeezes as he leans in and whispers in your ear.

“Stop fighting against it…just…” he sighs, and it turns to a soft moan. You feel like you could melt right out of this stool and onto the floor. “Don’t make me beg.”

Fuck, your mind went from nothing to everything you want him to do to you, and everything you’ve been wanting to do to him. But you haven’t done anything yet, and you don’t have to. Seungmin hasn’t come off as that type, but god…the way he’s looking at you and gripping your leg. He gently pushes your thighs apart until he can put himself between them, and your eyes drop to the growing bulge in his sweatpants.

“Seungmin…uh, fuck…um”

“What? Look at me. Eyes up here.”

The ease at which he makes you listen is surprising. He has you now. The smoke-tinged smell of his skin, the vanilla of his cologne, and the sweet smell of booze on his lips. His eyes soften, and you can’t even begin to imagine resisting that look—from here you can see the little bit of black eyeliner starting to smudge. You don’t even feel yourself reach up and wipe your thumb at the corner of his eye, not until he smiles and wraps his fingers around your wrist.

“I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you what you need.”

No answer will come out, so you squeeze your thighs and hope he can read the look in your eyes. He does. Seungmin grabs your hips and pulls your body into his, lifts you, and doesn’t hesitate once he has you in his arms. He turns and takes you right into the bedroom, and the feeling of being outside of your body is intense. You can feel your legs wrapped tight around his hips, and your arms clinging to his shoulders…you can hear his soft grunts as he keeps you steady against him. He pulls you close right before he drops you, and you get a taste of his skin before you hit the bed.

“Keep your eyes on me”

He pulls his shirt over his head, and you study every inch of him while you can. A long, lean torso—his muscles underneath flex with every shallow breath; his bare shoulders—you count every freckle as your eyes move down his arms; his hands grab his waistband and pull, and his cock bounces out, bigger than anything you’ve taken before, and you’re not even sure he’s fully hard yet.

Seungmin laughs at your reaction. “I’m usually a little more subtle…but,” he stops and looks you over, and his voice turns so sweet, “take something off for me. Please.” He’s never this needy, and he doesn’t usually move so fast, but he’s aching for it. Nine days of teasing him was far too long. “Yeah?,” he purrs as you sit up and slide out of your oversized sweatshirt. “Much better….” He strokes himself as he climbs onto the bed.

As soon as your tank top makes it over your head, and your breasts bounce free, you feel your nipples harden even more. Seungmin groans like a horny teenager. “Good…lie back for me.”

The steadiness of his hands is what you expect from him, though. You know he’s experienced, and you know he wants all the control. He unbuttons the skirt and pulls, leaving you in nothing but your panties—you wore cute ones, the lacy ones, just because. Of course you weren’t expecting to get anything tonight, but you’re so glad you did when you see Seungmin smiling at them…but then he snaps out of his trance.

Fuck, he mumbles and moves back. You watch him hop off the bed, and take another chance to admire his naked body, but he doesn't take long getting into his drawer, grabbing something, and returning to you. The condom is out and on him before you even realize what he was doing, and your panties are gripped and pulled down.

"Open up for me," he coaxes your shy legs apart until he has an eyeful of your throbbing, swollen cunt—good—and his tongue slides hungrily into you, making you gasp. "Soaking wet for me already?" Seungmin looks at you for an answer.

You nod and cautiously run your fingers through his hair, and he leans into it before getting back to work, but he just teases you. Licking and sucking just enough to make your hips move against him for more. You relax and enjoy it while you look around the dark room. The curtains are pulled shut, but you can see a little slice of city through the balcony's sliding door. The built-in shelves in the corner are over flowing with books, records, little trinkets you can't quite make out. There’s a bouquet of fresh purple flowers poking out just enough to see. You reach up and slide your hand across a silky pillow, and your fngers close around it.

"Oh…right there," you whine and take another fistful of hair. "Seungmin, god."

He laughs again, takes your words to heart, and doesn't hold back.

Your eyes squeeze shut, and you try hard to keep your body relaxed as he works, but all you want to do is thrust into him, make more fiction…finish…come hard. Seungmin moans and the vibration runs through you.

"Fuck”

He stops, and lifts his mouth off of you completely…

"No…please"

…and he laughs. "Not yet, not yet."

"So mean," you whimper, "why…"

You force your legs closed, but Seungmin doesn't like that. He grabs each knee and spreads you open again, and he slides himself between your thighs until his cock grazes your sensitive clit.

“Relax…” he comes down and bites the skin on your hip.

“I am,” you lie back and look to your left this time; at the desk, the instruments, everything he uses for work. The bedside table is bare except for a lamp, a pair of glasses you’ve never seen him in, and a silver bracelet…it matches the necklace you feel tickling you as he moves his lips up your body. “I am.” Your fingers tangle in his hair as he gets closer and closer to your throat, your neck. He bites down gently, and the pressure as he pushes himself in is so much more than you prepared for. He doesn’t tease—but he does at least take his time. After a few patient movements, he pushes in, and you whine in pain as he moans in pleasure, pulls out, laughs softly as he pushes in. Again and again.

“Fuck, you feel good”

“Slower…slow down,” your own voice echoes in your head, and you don’t feel like you’re all there. But you watched him make your drink, and he didn’t put anything in it. It’s stupid, but maybe it’s just him, and this room.

“Slow down? Oh, I’m hurting you.” He pushes in and stops, “I don’t wanna hurt you, but...you look so good stretched around my cock,” and pulls out carefully, “so wet.”

“You’re not hurting me…”

“I am”

It takes so much restraint, but Seungmin listens to you, and he’s patient as he pumps in and out. Every few strokes, he moves a little faster, and he knows he finally finds a good pace when you whine for him and squeeze his arms.

“Yeah, you like that?” He whispers and you nod, “you take it so well, fuck.”

His gentle affirmations keep you wet, and the sound you make together, the mess of arousal dripping out of you as he works—Seungmin pushes your thighs apart and takes in every little detail.

It does hurt, and it feels so good at the same time. “Please…”

The soft movements of your breasts distract him, and he takes them in his hands and squeezes. The look on his face is dazed, so full of pleasure. So lost.

“…don’t stop.”

"No." He’s not stopping anytime soon, not when it feels this good. “No, I’m not,” Seungmin speeds up, "I'm gonna break you in two," and slams hard into you, and no, he doesn’t stop, even when you cry out in pain. One hand falls down on your mouth, and the other pushes your shoulder into the bed, making you scream out again, but it’s muffled by his palm.

Your hands jump up and squeezes his forearm, and the other scratches at the hand covering your mouth. You can still breathe through your nose, but just barely. Seungmin doesn’t relax, and he doesn’t let up when you grab his side and dig in. Everything goes numb, but your skin prickles with goosebumps. You’re outside of your body again, looking down at the struggle, and the ceaseless pounding of his hips against yours. Every move he makes knocks even more air out of your lungs. Maybe if he comes, he’ll stop, or at least loosen his hand and let more air into your lungs. Time slows down, and lights pop up in your vision. You’re getting dizzy, and your heart was threatening to explode before he attempted to stifle your moans. Your chest starts to burn as you exhaust yourself.

There’s nothing you can do. Seungmin is stronger than he looks. Fingers squeeze into his arms one last time before the feeling disappears, and you think he finishes just as you let the rest of your body relax. Sleeping, that’s what this feels like. Falling asleep…feeling so tired you can’t possibly keep your eyes open any longer. Something in you needs to say his name one last time when the pressure of his hand is finally gone, but so are you.

/ / /

Seungmin can barely hold his body up, because he can’t remember the last time sex felt that good; the last time he came so hard. It takes a moment for enough blood to return to his brain, and for the post-orgasm bliss to subside enough that he can speak, but when he does, he finally realizes how silent you are.

“Hey, sweetheart…look at me,” he runs a soft thumb across your brow, and wipes away a stray tear running down your temple. Seungmin freezes, and the air catches in his throat. “Open your eyes,” he whispers, taps your pink cheek, and caresses it with a softness he isn’t used to giving out. Nothing happens. He pulls at your chin until your lips part to listen for the movement of air. Still nothing. “Fuck.” The shakiness of his voice surprises him. He climbs off of you and collapses onto his pillows, but his eyes don’t leave your still body. “I didn’t. You fucking idiot, you didn’t…” he’s up again and walking on unsteady legs, still weak from the exertion. Back in his sweatpants, Seungmin climbs onto the bed again and straddles your waist. Your cheeks are still flushed, and your lips, also still very alive looking, stay ever so slightly parted. Still, no air passes through them. He knows his own strength, and he prides himself on his control, but sometimes he does lose himself in the moment. But he kept his hands away from your neck. He very specifically forced that on himself, because this wasn’t the plan tonight.

“Hey,” he moves a piece of hair away from your damp forehead, places his lips against yours for the very first time, and he fills your lungs with air. Once…twice. Nothing. He tries one more time, and after, kisses you softly before returning to his spot on his pillows. The puppy plush falls onto his lap, and he grabs it, “you see that, Daengmo?” he says, and points its face toward you, “I still can’t do anything right.”

The first gasp for air feels like nothing—a useless, struggling breath like you’re still trapped underwater, but your eyes somehow open and see nothing but a blue tinted darkness. Hands clench something soft and slick…silky. Still corporeal after death, that’s the only thought you can create. The second breath fills your lungs and you cough it out, hard. So hard you sit up, and he’s there, holding your face, whispering your name. You try to push back, but you don’t think you actually move. Seungmin’s grip tightens on your shoulder, and he lets you fall back on the bed.

“Stay awake for me,” he says.

“No…no, stop”

“I’m not going to hurt you…I promise”

“Seung—” you feel yourself slipping again, and then his hand is on your bare chest, sliding up and down your sternum. It feels good, and you finally feel like you might be alive. “Seungmin?”

“I’m sorry”

And then you’re truly awake. The memory hits you suddenly—the hand caressing you is the same one that was clamped across your mouth. The other pinned you down onto the bed, and you can feel the sore spot where it's going to bruise. You somehow find the strength to move your arms and pull yourself away, but the burning of your thighs, and the leftover pain from the sex makes you shake and collapse.

Seungmin watches quietly as you scramble back up and gather your discarded clothes.

“You need to lay down. Please, get under the covers and get warm.” He finds your sweater, and holds it hostage. “I know I scared you, I'm—"

“Scared me?” Somehow, you manage to find and slip back into your underwear and tank top, but your skirt is nowhere. Why are you even looking for your clothes? You should have been up and running for the door, but your mind is nothing but static.

“No…I mean, what just happened is not what I intended. I lost myself.”

Finally, you go for the door, clothes or no clothes but it’s, unsurprisingly, locked. That’s an unbreakable habit of Seungmin’s. “Please let me go…please.” As much as you want to cry, nothing happens—but your throat tightens and it’s hard to breathe again, so you do the only thing you have left in you—collapse onto the floor and wait. "This can't be happening, not to me...no, everything felt right," you say to yourself, to the door.

“I can't let you leave, I'm sorry.” He hears himself speak so softly, and it's as if it's coming from someone else, from somewhere else…not him. “You shouldn’t even be here right now. What’s wrong with me?” He mumbles the last part to himself, but it comes out louder than he intends.

You stare wide-eyed at nothing, forehead against the door, breathing deeply as you do everything you can to not have a full-blown panic attack. The adrenaline is quickly running out. But you hear the rustle of blankets and sheets, and then you sense him getting closer. His fingers close around your shoulders, very cautiously, and he pulls you against his chest.

“I’m going to pick you up, okay? And then I’m going to take you to the bed. That's all."

If there’s something you can do to save yourself, you can’t seem to think of it, so you give in and let him put his arms around you. And he does exactly what he says—places you gently in the spot he prepared a moment ago, and then pulls the blankets over you. He moves back a little bit, and stares. The strong, sweet scent of him is all around you now, but you manage to keep your eyes closed and off of him.

“I’ll be right back, I’ll get you some water”

They remain closed until you hear the lock, the door, and then him locking it again from the outside. He won’t be gone long. You’re up and scanning the floor again, trying to remember if you had your phone in your pocket. No…you left it on the bar, right next to your empty glass. The balcony…you have no clue what you expect to find out here, but you go out and look left, and then right. And then 25 stories down. The closet. It's spacious and neat; tshirts, jackets, shoes. The black and white windbreaker he was wearing when you first met him briefly catches your eye, but you close it quietly and head for his bedside table. You heard him slide the drawer open and shut right before he walked out. Maybe there's something in there. “Oh…” The inside of it is neat and organized, just like everything else, so you get to see exactly what’s in there with one quick glance: a small knife, concealed in a black sheath, a few small syringes pre-filled with a milky liquid, handcuffs, nylon rope, a gag…"what the fuck"…lubrication, and several more condoms. “This can’t be happening.” A moment later, the lock clicks again, and without thinking, you grab the knife, quietly close the drawer, and climb back under the covers.

There's a bottle of water under his arm, and a mug in his hand. "I am going to drink some of this so you know I didn't put anything in it…and then I would like you to finish it," He takes a long sip before handing it to you, "The water bottle is unopened, don't worry."

Something is different about him. As soon as you woke up, something felt not quite the same. Even his voice, which was so serious, and a little bit solemn before, seems lighter and higher. You stare into the mug and take a deep breath, smelling the chamomile, the spearmint, and the orange. Seungmin finished nearly half of it.

"I'll take another drink," he holds his hand out for it.

"No…" you sip it very cautiously, and then take a longer drink. The taste and the warmth does help, and you finally take a full, deep breath. Seungmin rounds the bed as you sip, and you watch him carefully. If he opens that drawer again, he'll know you have the knife…and unlucky for you, that's exactly what he does. Maybe he heard you. Maybe he can just read it on you.

But he's quiet as he looks, and his expression doesn't change. He just closes it again and sits at the edge of the bed, naked back facing you. You find yourself admiring him again…his neck, his shoulders…stupid. He slides back and relaxes against the pillows, but he keeps a good distance. The bed is big enough for that.

"You have my knife?"

The way he asks isn't accusing. It isn't threatening. It isn't even rude. He asks as if it's just the next part of the conversation. When you don't answer, you see him nod his head from the corner of your eye.

"If it makes you feel safer, you can hold onto it. If you want to use it, I probably won't try to stop you."

"How long are you going to keep me locked in here?"

"I'm not going to let you go home alone in your state, not this late. You can leave in the morning."

"You're lying"

Seungmin sighs and turns on his side, and he looks at you—you look at him directly for the first time since coming back, but you're both silent. Just like his voice, his gaze is softer, and less intense. It’s also full of confusion, like he doesn’t know what to make of you; as if he’s wondering why you’re in his bed right now. His eyes start to close. At the same time, your eyes grow heavy, and it feels just like before. It feels like you can't possibly win against the sleep, and your thoughts wander as you drift; now you'll die, no more waking up.

The sun coming in through the balcony window warms the room. The light slices the bed right in half, and when you open your eyes, the first thing you see is his sleep tangled body—the legs of his sweatpants are pushed up almost to his knees, and his skin glows in the sunlight. He's sound asleep on his stomach for a few more moments, but then he mumbles something that you can't quite make out. A groan, but it's not a good groan. It isn't until right this second that you remember the situation you somehow ended up in. Locked in with him…whatever he is…a murderer? The drawer screams experience, and that experience screams serial killer, but last night didn't seem like an experienced killer. You suppose not every time can be perfect.

What are you even thinking? You pull the covers away and move to sit up, and it's then that you feel the knife, still tucked safely beneath the pillow. So Seungmin didn't sneak over as you slept to retrieve it, because you assume he actually did put something in your tea—something he himself also drank. Both of you fell asleep together, and now you have to wait for him to wake, and hope he meant what he said a few hours ago. No, you idiot. Where did he put the key? It's probably in the pocket of his sweatpants, so you move closer to him as carefully and as quietly as possible.

He doesn't stir. You stare down at his sleeping face as you slip your fingers into his pocket, and again, you admire him—the lips you never got to kiss, soft and pouty. His cheeks, his nose, all perfect and screaming to be touched. Seungmin must hear your thoughts, because his eyes open to you, and his hand clamps down on your wrist. Ice runs through your veins and your stomach drops, but instead of pulling away and retreating to the other side of the bed, you lean forward and press your lips to his, because…you don't know why. But Seungmin kisses back, and he means it—every nibble and lick, every soft moan coming from deep in his chest. You return the intensity, and something about his kiss feels good, but still…

“Oh…right,” Seungmin licks his lip and keeps his chin high, because he knows exactly how sharp his knife is. It grazes his throat, and your shaking hand doesn’t do much to relax him. “How could I forget?”

“Where’s the key?”

“I told you I’d let you leave, I meant it”

“Give me the key.” Now, of course, you can cry. Tears stream down your cheeks, and your hand shakes even more.

“Okay…okay,” he digs in the pocket you were going for, pulls out a leather keychain, and one gold key hangs from it. “Please don’t cry.”

You snatch it, but keep the knife against him until you’re too far away to reach. He doesn’t get up when you do. He doesn’t move when you grab the clothes you finally find on the floor, try the key, and sigh with relief when it works. It’s possible that he finally moves when the door shuts behind you, but you’re dressed and gone before you have a chance to find out.

got me giggling like a 13 year old damn..... i need a frat boy seung in my life 😞

say less, princess ─── kim seungmin.

disclaimer !!　requested by my lovely moot @l3visbby because sleeveless seungmin with lip piercing is a fucking surprise, thank you so much i suffered a bit while writing hehe and @starseungs happy birthday ♡ — reposting because it won’t show on tags i deeply apologize.

✰ pairing : frat boy!seungmin x fem!reader (she/her pronouns).

✰ genre : friends to lovers, 18+, suggestive lmao, slight comfort, angst if you squint.

✰ warnings : lots of profanity and kissing (making out), pet names, angry seungmin, hyunjin is a jerk and calling names, him and seungmin fighting, mentions of blood and violence, nudity, MDNI semi-proofread. lmk if i missed one :'>

✰ word count : 3.1k

✰ song: right here by chase atlantic.

“Kim fucking Seungmin you shouldn’t have punched Hyunjin like that! He’s your friend!” You scolded him as he walked ahead with his long legs making you chase his pace. “Seungmin, wait!” 

It was one heck of a night after you went to the frat party Chan organized and got an invitation knowing that you’re close with him and Seungmin. You thought it would be great to have a social life for once and not end up causing a misunderstanding between a drunk Hyunjin and Seungmin who resorted to a fistfight after the former called you a whore when he doesn’t even know you that well. Frankly, it was so great seeing Seungmin punched Hyunjin square on his face but you can’t help but think about what he said that made your best friend fumed in anger.

“And let him degrade me like that? He was way out of the fucking line Y/N!” Seungmin argued, turning around showing his busted lip and the cut on his cheek. You stopped walking when he was looking at you like a sharp knifeーwanting to stab you in the chest. “I also did it for you so don’t take his side.” He added, pointing at you. He even got insulted by a drunk Hyunjin who didn’t seem to know any boundaries when alcohol struck him like lightning. 

“Why are you stooping down this low with some,” Hyunjin paused, looking at you from head to toe, eyes filled with disgust. “I don’t know man, she isn’t even pretty, not even suitable for being someone’s whoreー” Hyunjin didn’t even get to finish his sentence when Seungmin landed him a punch on his cheek so strong, he even collapsed to the ground. You know Hyunjin deserves it. 

“Fuck!” Hyunjin hissed, touching his busted lip as it bled to the back of his hand. He gathered his composure with Felix and Jeongin’s help as he glared at Seungmin. Hyunjin was about to approach him but Felix went ahead to interfere. 

“Seungminー” You called aiming to not him go any further. 

“Stay out of this Y/N!” Seungmin hissed at you. 

“Bitch,” Hyunjin scoffed. 

“Hyunjin shut the fuck up and apologize!” Felix snapped, shoving him to the side as he used his body to block Hyunjin’s way. Hyunjin rolled his eyes at the younger one as he wiped the blood off of his lip and hissed in pain. 

“Are you serious about her, huh? You’re better than that, Seungmin!” Hyunjin scoffed while wearing that smug smile on his face making Seungmin ball his fists tighter as his rage grew larger than the fucking warehouse they were in. 

You stood at a distance on the verge of tears watching them in turmoil thinking that you shouldn’t have come even if it was an exclusive invitation from Chan. It was just him and Seungmin that you’re friends with, not the rest of the kids but they were good, except Hyunjin who was way out of the line. You can’t even move out of your spot because you were too scared and disappointed. You’re not pretty. It was painful, like a slap or it felt like you were the one who got slammed. 

“Hyunjin don’t be such an ass. Apologize right now!” It was Chan who smacked Hyunjin’s arm but it wasn’t much of a help. 

“You can’t make a normal conversation with this dumbass,” Seungmin retorted as his face burned at the thought of his friend being an absolute shit. “You don’t know Y/N to say things to her like that and I’m not like you who loves being fucked out by whoever you motherfucking cunt.” And that’s when Seungmin added fuel to the fire as Hyunjin punched him in the face. Hyunjin’s ring hit a thin layer of skin on Seungmin’s cheek as it made a cut and bled. 

“Hyunjin stop!” Felix scolded when Seungmin hit the table. His eye twitched as he exhaled deeply and got even more furious. Hyunjin was smiling like he was out of his mind which is his current state. Seungmin suddenly grabbed his collarーinfuriated with his jaw tightened while looking into Hyunjin’s eyes filled with hatred. The others tried to separate them but it seemed like neither of them heard it. 

“Seungmin calm the fuck down!” Chan said who was holding his arm to loosen his grip on Hyunjin’s collar. “Let him go!” 

“I swear I’ll rip that fucking mouth of yours if you speak about Y/N like that again,” Seungmin said gritting his teeth and pushing Hyunjin away who just smirked in return. Seungmin shrugged everyone off and left the warehouseーclosing the door with a loud bang. You apologized to Chan saying you shouldn’t have come and gone to chase Seungmin out to the streets. There you found yourself talking face to face, still having those teary eyes of yours. 

You should have done something while you were there, maybe slap Hyunjin or kick his balls for being rude but you couldn’t. 

“He was right, okay!” You told him feeling like there was a lump in your throat while trying to hold those tears back. It should be ignoredーa comment like that, especially coming from a stranger isn’t worth it but seeing how Hyunjin looked at you brought up an insecurity that you always loathe. “I’m not pretty.” You repeated. 

“And you believe him?!” Seungmin asked with his nostrils fuming as he glared at you showing his creased forehead out of irritation and annoyance. “Do you fucking believe him?” He asked once again, this time his voice went a little bit higher. You couldn’t speak and just look at him, filled with self-doubt and uncertainty. Seungmin took it as a yes and exhaled heavily in dismay. “Fuck,” He breathed as he ran his fingers through his hair and left. 

A pang of guilt embraced your heart as you bit your lower lip. You followed him silently as he walked a meter away. He took glances at you to make sure no one else was there. It is past midnight after all and you don’t know where you’re headed to. The alley that Seungmin took wasn’t the way to his apartment. You didn’t want to ask any questions knowing that he might not be in the mood to talk after getting pissed while the words from Hyunjin were going in circles inside your head. It was heavy at each step, he didn’t have to call you out like that when you already know it. He may be stupid for calling you names but just those three fucking wordsーSeungmin’s world crumbled while you took it to heart. 

Not long after, you reached an unfamiliar place. A short building with no lights on. It looks like it was abandoned at some point but Seungmin suddenly opened a door by the hallway. You didn’t ask him anything and just followed him inside, removing your shoes by the entryway and walk barefooted. The lights were on the moment you entered and the room was a messy case. A studio filled with mirrors, music sheets all over the place, lamps, an old chair, and a broken couch, the bricked walls were painted white, and empty bottles of alcoholic drinks you didn’t want to know. 

Seungmin ran his fingers through his hair as he sat down on the couch, trying to ease the anger he felt out of Hyunjin. He was tired and you were exhausted after the party took the soul out of your body. You didn’t want to trigger him in any way now. 

“Are you just going to stand there?” He asked, looking at you standing by the door as your eyes wandered around. 

“Where are we?” You asked him. 

“My studio,” He answered. “This place is a mess, I haven’t started cleaning yet.” He added. 

“It’s fine. This place is cool,” You smiled but it didn’t reach your ears. Seungmin gave you a nod as you sat beside him, trying to examine his bruises. “Let me see your face,” You said. 

“Forget it,” Seungmin huffs as you glared at him, placing your palms on his cheek, carefully not to touch the wounded area. He knew he wouldn’t be able to brush you off. 

The edge of his lips got busted but the bleeding stopped a few minutes after, yet the cut on his cheek seemed so fresh. Seungmin couldn’t keep eye contact because his heart was going insane. Your touch has made an impact on him that he wanted to pull you closer and kiss your insecurity away but he knew he couldn’t. You were just friends. He tried to keep his composure like this was nothing but deep inside, he was unable to calm himself down. 

Seungmin is handsome, you won’t deny that. You loved his look tonight. A white sleeves top with a black collar and a tie, his ripped jeans and suspenders, his warm arm gloves, and that fucking lip piercing he has. You couldn’t take your eyes off it and the urge to touch his lips with your thumb made you curious how he’d react. 

Shaking your head to brush the thoughts off, Seungmin took a glance at you. 

“What?” He asked. 

“Do you have at least a first aid kit here?” You asked, trying to shift your attention to something else. 

“There’s one on the vanity,” He said as you quickly got up and headed straight to the vanity, avoiding any further thoughts and urging actions. You found the small white box sitting on the flat surface and grabbed it before sitting next to Seungmin. A soft click was heard when you placed it on the space between you and him as you opened it, taking a Q-tip and a cream for his wound. 

“Don’t do that again,” You told him as you placed a small amount of cream on the tip before rubbing it gently to his lip. 

“He’s an asshole,” Seungmin said, cringing at the stingy feeling as the cream touched his fresh cut. 

“He’s not worth it,” You answered, having your eyes focused on them as your hands got busy. Seungmin's eyes fell on your face thinking about how blind Hyunjin was. He’d kill him if he had the chance and there were words that he wanted to say but all he could ask was if you were okay. “I’m fine, he was speaking the truth anyway,” You sighed, and switched to treating his cut on the cheek and left a bandaid over it. His eyes were staring intensely at you. No way Hyunjin would say it without looking at you properly. “Truth comes out when people are drunk, Seungmin, that doesn’t surprise meー” It all stopped when Seungmin leaned in to kiss you without warning. 

He has been smitten for a long time now and what Hyunjin said hurt him as much as it hurt you. The kiss was unexpected and yet you’ve been waiting to feel it from him. His lips tasted like what he consumed at the partyーa sweet and sour lollipop he sucked and a few lime drinks. It was tender and sweet as it sent jolts of electricity to your nerves and shivers down your spine. His arm snaked around your waist as he pulled you closer, pressing his lips onto yours even more. You kissed him back feeling his warm and soft lips with a cold touch from his lip piercing as your arms reached around his neck, letting your lips collide along with his. 

There were no words needed. 

He moved his mouth gently against yours, sighing in excitement as he smiled with a hand placed on the side of your cheek. You ran your fingers through his black locks and knotted your fingers as you played with them earning a soft moan from him. He captured your lips over and over again, sharing your breaths not wanting to pull away. You didn’t know why your body moved by itself because you wanted to have more of his delicate kisses. The fast beating of your heart fueled the urge to want more. Your brain couldn’t function properly as you were under his spell, an intoxicating kiss that made you feel high. Everything was on the back of your mind. 

Seungmin drew back slightly as he whispered thingsーrisking that might put this friendship at risk. It was also the same case for you yet you’ve been waiting for this moment.

“I…like you, Y/N…” You heard him say as he rested his forehead against yours. “Don’t listen to what they say about you. I don’t give a fuck about my friends… I only need you,” He added while catching his breath. His eyes met yours but you were already looking at him with a giddy smile plastered on your face as you reached your hands back on his cheek, gently, not wanting to cause pain to his cut. 

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” You told him, pressing your lips against his as a response. 

He pulled you closer in a sprint out of his impatience and lifted you, kneeling above his lap. Your hand reached for his tie, twirling it around, and pulled him closer making him crash his lips onto yours deeply, wanting to bruise it up until it swelled. He doesn’t care. 

Seungmin's kisses felt gentle at first like a gentleman kissing someone for the very first time yet as time went by, it became hungry and voracious. Your knees felt weak above him and blood rushed through your veins. From one kiss to another, he bit your lower lip as he pulled it lightly, slowly sucking it to mold his lips over yours again. 

You didn’t give a fuck anymore as Seungmin’s hands brushed the leather jacket off your shoulders, exposing the spaghetti-strapped black dress that highlights your curves. A hand was placed at the back of your head to prevent you from pulling away just to take it off as the kiss felt more desperate and heated. You pulled the sleeves off of your arms, tossing the piece of clothing to the floor before wrapping your hands around his neck with his hands placed below your hips as you shifted closer to his lap, grinding slowly upon feeling the slight, hard pressure beneath while removing the space between you and him. 

“You’re driving me nuts,” He murmured against your lips as his kisses trailed down your jaw to your neck, pressing his warm and soft lips, leaving kiss after kiss, and licking and nipping your skin. Your breathing quickened feeling his hot lips as you leaned your head back with your eyes fluttering unable to take a clear vision of his ceiling just to expose more of your neck for him and moan. It’s all for him and he wanted all of you. 

His fingers played and adjusted the thin straps of your dress, dragging them off your shoulders to narrow his kisses down from your neck to your bare shoulders until his lips reached your perfectly shaped collarbones, leaving marks and slight bruises. 

Your bodies felt fireーblazing from each other’s touch. The secret feelings he had for the past 4 years since high school and now that you’re almost finishing college, he finally has his hands all over you even though he couldn’t believe that it is actually happening and you were fine with it. Apparently, it goes the same way for you too and words didn’t matter now. You kissed him thoroughly that night as your hands brushed against his shoulder blades to his neck. His kiss deepened, filled with desire and want. You felt his hands on your lap, slowly pushing the hem of your dress upwards to expose your thighs, squeezing them as you sighed happily in his mouth, savoring and indulging the feeling of his heated kiss.

“You’re so beautiful,” He said leaning away slightly as he let his index finger push some strands of your hair away from your forehead to the side. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks making a light shade of pink and feeling hot about it. 

“No, I’m not,” You answered, yet you couldn’t hide the idiotic grin on your face. Seungmin smiled as he leaned closer again to plant his lips on yours. A sense of satisfaction and pleasure was felt. It’s becoming addictive and there’s no room to breathe. 

“Yes, you are.” He said getting upset. 

Your hands reached for his shoulders making Seungmin press his hips onto yours even more. Grinding above his hardness caused friction and the heat inside you to grow immensely. You heard him groan on your lips and pulled you even closer to him. His hands roamed around from your thighs to your hips, slowly slipping inside your tight dress to caress your bare back. You felt him smirk against your lips as you cupped his face, kissing him hard. Seungmin is enjoying how this uses fewer words rather than confessing and get awkward later. This wasn’t planned after all and a proof that Hyunjin is so fucking wrong about you. 

He slipped his tongue inside your mouth, allowing it to enter as your tongues fought for dominance. Kissing him like a starved woman had you rocked back and forth over his lap while Seungmin’s thoughts were filled with nothing but wanting to own you. The hem of your dress folded until it reached your waist, showing him your laced lingerie. It drove him insane like a man seeing a woman’s ankle during the Victorian era. He never stopped kissing you either, yet his hands are urging to do something more. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful that I want to fuck you…” He groaned in between those hungry and perilous kisses as he drew back on your neck, kissing all the marks he made. 

“Fuck, please I want you Min…” You moaned. “Feels so good, shit… I want more.” You spoke. Something felt more eager and awake when he heard it. Clear as crystal and loud as a shout inside the four walls of his studio. He hissed against your neck as he pulled away, loosening his tieーshoving it above his head, tossing it somewhere as you helped him pull his top off exposing his perfect bulkier physiqueーthe abs he had been hiding for a while. This time you’re the one who was about to go insane. 

“Say less, princess,” He smirked against your lips as his hand around snaked on your neck while the other took your dress down to meet the other half of it. “God, I’m so lucky, you’re perfect,” He said with a smug smile on his faceーscanning his eyes to your stripped body before laying you down on the couch while hovering above you and kissing you hard. 

You won’t be sleeping through the night after all. 

no part 2 sorry!

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Touch Me Up

Summary: Your a new employee to JYP studios, and have been assigned to the group of Stray Kids; a makeup artist. What happens when one of the members catch interest in you?

Warnings: None?

Genre: Fluff

You watched as each of the boys took their turns for their photoshoot, barely making it in time to replace the other makeup artist. Her shift just ended, meaning yours will start in another five minutes.

It was difficult knowing when you were needed due to constant changes in schedules, for both the idols and the employees that support them.

You had only been with them a month, still learning about Korea itself and it's language.

You moved from America a little over five months ago hoping for a new start. And you were lucky to have landed yourself where you were job wise.

You saw the shades the boys were wearing, and intrigued by the theme. What was the theme? You couldn't tell, honestly.

But they did, however, look hot.

They are still in their ATE era, and their ideas have been pretty successful so far, so you weren't worried.

STAY have really enjoyed all that they had released. Including you.

You would never say it out loud to the boys, but you were probably one of their biggest fans.

"Y/n! We need you over here!" You heard someone say, making you snap out of your thoughts.

"Coming!" You responded, walking towards the man, your bag of makeup slung loosely around your shoulder.

When you stopped where you were needed, you saw a flash of green in your peripheral, making you turn.

You caught eyes with Seungmins, making your breath hitch. His hair was still quite long. You thought he was going to cut it, but I guess not yet.

It was fluffier than usual, making it look as soft as a cloud, and it was still his natural black hue, light bouncing off, shining to your eyes.

"What do you need, Minnie?" You asked him, digging through your bag.

"Touch me up," He said, looking at you without expression.

Your face turned red. You knew what he meant, but your mind can't help but take what he said out of proportion.

When you had the gloss in hand, you turned back, only to see him grinning.

"Touch up my makeup," He repeats, making it clear what he wants.

"I know what you meant," You mutter before twisting the cap, hearing a loud pop as you pulled the brush from the cap.

His smile closed, leaving his dimples on display while you brush it gently against his lips, not wanting the color to be too strong.

As you pushed it against his plump flesh, you saw the indent from the brush moving with you, making them appear larger than they are for a short while.

Moving from the bottom lip to the top, you watched as the same thing happened, focusing on the way his breath feels on your working hand.

You didn't dare look at his eyes, knowing that they were focused on you, staring deeply into your own.

His nose twitched slightly, making you halt your motions.

"Now press them together, please," You say, pushing the brush back into the tube before twisting it the opposite direction, sealing it shut.

He does as you request, but insanely slow, teasing you with amusement. All you could do was watch.

"Like what you see?" He grins, grabbing his hat on the chair next to him.

"Wha-wait what? No I'm just making sure it looks okay," You say flustered.

To make it look like you were telling the truth, you bring your hand up to his face, your fingers targeting his lips. You gently caress his bottom lip with your finger, swiping the under part to get the excess gloss.

His breath hitches along with yours, but before you could take your hand from him, he grabbed your wrist with his slender one, holding it in place.

"Am I good now?" He asks quietly, staring at you.

"Yes," You breathe back, not looking away.

His smile is small, but it's there.

He turns his head and nuzzles into your open palm, making your thoughts and heart race.

He places a light kiss to your hand, finally letting go.

"I'll see you later, y/n," He says with a wink, slowly walking backwards. "Don't leave,"

Your eyes widened, processing what he's saying incredibly slow. But once you understood, you nodded.

"See you,"

Kiss Cam

Notes: if anyone has any ideas on things for me to write, feel free to let me know. I need fresh ideas~

Summary: You were at a hockey game, and when the kiss Cam laned on you and the random but cute guy at your side, you didn't know what to do.

Warnings: none? Just cute Seungmin and some fluff. Possible language

You shivered as you felt the chill coming from the ice in front of you.

The game was about to start, and after finding your spot in the audience, you sat for what felt like forever.

You were supposed to be here with your friends,but they cancelled last minute, only allowing you to attend the sports game.

You didn't know much about hockey; it was mostly your friends. You enjoyed the fights that broke out occasionally, but that was about it.

Still, you came anyway, not wanting to waste the ticket.

You put on your sweater as another chill brushed against your skin, feeling the goosebumps rise on your flesh.

A loud buzzer went off before an announcer started to speak, letting us know what teams were playing, and their previous scores.

The lights dimmed lightly, a spotlight shining on the floor of ice, the men slowly skating their way out individually.

You watched, delighted, before hearing a group of boys to your left. They were quiet and respectful of those around them, but you felt a nudge in your shoulder, and then another. You turned.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you. Are you alright?"

The voice itself was beautiful. When your eyes met his, the slant in his lids hid most of his iris, but his expression almost made his eyes look larger than they really were. His face was long but puffy, giving him the look of a worried puppy.

"I'm okay, thank you," You respond back, thankful for the dim lighting. You could feel the heat reaching your ears, hinting that you were blushing.

He smiled and then nodded before turning to the game that was beginning. You stared a bit longer.

He was wearing a snapback cap with a logo on it. You were sure it was in support of one of the teams, but it was too dark for you to see.

He wore a baggy jersey with a white sleeve underneath, and baggy pale jeans. When he sat, his pants outlined his thin long, legs. His hands were wrapped around a styrofoam cup, filled with some sort of beverage.

The buzzer went off again, snapping your from your thoughts.

One of the teams scored. As the boys jumped up from their spots to cheer, you did as well, suddenly choosing a side. What side? You had no clue.

It was nice seeing the boy next to you smile. It was contagious. It was also then that you caught a glimpse of his braces.

The light refracted from them, letting you see that he opted for no rubber bands. Just the natural silver.

They looked beautiful on him.

"Want some popcorn? I can't have any," He asked you suddenly when you all sat down.

You looked at him with surprise, looking down to see him holding a half empty bag of orange kernals.

"Oh! No thank you, that's very sweet. I don't eat popcorn," That was a lie, but it felt wrong to enjoy something if he couldn't. Not Infront of him at least.

"Me neither. Braces," He pointed out. He didn't physically show you, but you knew anyway.

"Ah...That must suck," You said, turning your full attention to him.

"It really does. I'm Seungmin by the way,"

"Y/n,"

His eyes sparkle a bit, a smile flooding his face. "That's pretty," He muttered more to himself than you, but you heard it anyway.

Break time came up quicker than you expected, meaning there would be games and raffles going on on the ice.

Most of the guys from his side went off to get more food or go to the restroom, but Seungmin stayed and chatted with you.

"What is your job?" He asked you, bringing the straw to his lips.

"I'm an artist. I do paintings and stuff for people. I also sculpt and do interior design. It just depends on what the customer needs," You say quietly, not wanting judgement.

You parents weren't too happy about your occupation, but it made you happy.

Despite thinking that way, you saw his face brighten.

"That's awesome! Maybe you could do one for me? I have so much empty space!" He exclaimed, pulling out his phone.

"Your just trying to make me feel better," you laugh, fisting the material of your pants.

This guy was making your heart flutter, and it made you anxious.

"No, no! I mean it-" He looks up at you. "Hyunjin would think this is awesome too! One of my friends, who happens to be with me tonight, actually," He says, smiling.

"Oh really? Does he do art?"

After you asked, Seungmin pulled up numerous pictures of Hyunjins art, and all you could do was gape at them.

They were beautiful, and all had meaning and expression. Your stuff came from other people's minds while his was from his own.

"Hey Seungmin, I got you another soda," A man with a deep voice said suddenly, making your conversation partner turn.

"Thanks Felix,"

Most of the guys from his side were back, all chatting amongst themselves. They almost seemed like brothers.

Another loose announcement blared overhead, but you barely payed it any mind.

Your conversation with Seungmin was more important to you.

For another seven minutes, the two of you talked without interruption. You found that his favorite color was purple, that he had only had his braces for a year, and that his friends calls him puppy.

You were shocked since you thought he looked like one. Maybe it wasn't just you imagining things.

Before you could continue, Felix nudged Seungmin, making him nearly bump into you.

"Felix, what the hell? Watch what your doing," Seungmin gasped, glaring at his friend.

Felix didn't even apologize. All he could do was giggle and point towards the four screened monster above everyone's heads.

There was a frame around the exterior of the screen labeled, kiss cam, and on that screen was both Seungmin and you.

Your breath caught in your throat, almost choking you. You could hear Seungmin besides you, his breathing not like it was.

"Wait, what?" He whispered, looking at the moniters with confusion.

"Kiss her, man!" One of the boys said besides Seungmin. Blush rised to your cheeks.

"Just do it," another said.

People around you started cheering, including the announcers. Claps could be heard, occasional whistles, and feet stomping on the steel panels below the chairs.

"Kiss cam? Why me?" You screech, looking to Seungmin slowly.

He did the same, his Adams apple twitching as he swallows...hard.

"Come on you two! Just give us a kiss for luck before the game!" One of the announcers say, causing the surrounding people to agree. They started a chant.

The pressure was on.

"Should we just...do it? I don't know if they'll leave us alone until we do," Seungmin whispered to you, making you nod quickly.

There was nothing you could do except follow his words. Your brain was no longer working because of the noise and sudden attention.

It was too much for you.

But you wouldn't deny this beautiful boy a kiss, even if it were under different circumstances.

"Ready?" He asked, his breath against your face.

You didn't realize how close he got. You nod.

"Words, pup," He says again, not moving until your permission is voiced.

"Yes, Seungmin," The pet name he gave you sent a shiver down your spine.

Leaning in, you both finally met in the middle, both of your lips coming together in a gentle twist.

His lips were insanely soft, and his breathing was mixing with yours as your head tilted to the side.

He did the same, allowing the kiss to deepen.

You didn't even hear the cheers or the mocking of his friends anymore. All you could feel was him. All you could comprehend was him.

He was filling your senses to the brim, your hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders.

You smiled against him, pulling away even thought you didn't want to.

He didn't either, because when you pulled away, his lips chased your own, trying to find one another again.

"Well done! A kiss like that will make mighty fine luck!" The announcer yelled, bringing you back to reality.

Your eyes widen as your hand moves to your mouth, covering it in embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, Seungmin. I got a bit carried away..." You look back at the ice, seeing the game has started yet again.

"No it's alright, I don't mind," He giggles lightly, also turning back to the game.

"I've never kissed someone with braces," You say after a while, not liking the silence between the two of you.

He looked at you with a smirk. "Was it bad?"

"No! Not at all. Quite the opposite, actually..."

His smirk turned into a look of relief. "Thank God," His words made you laugh.

"Could I maybe, get your number, or something?" He asks you. You pull out your phone, handing it to him.

"Absolutely,"

Before the game ended, you both named each other in the others contact, and provided each other a profile picture.

He was your Minnie🐶 and you were his_____.

"I'll message you when we get back to the hotel, okay? Maybe we can hang out or something?" He tells you before you all stood, getting ready to leave.

"I would like that,"

"Me too,"

teddy bear

kim seungmin x fem!reader

description: though you're an adult, your parents decided to have kim seungmin, your ex-best friend, stay with you for the time they are gone. you don't want to be around him unless absolutely necessary. why? because he destroyed your teddy of course.

warnings: reader scared of lightening, mentions of a parent passing, smut, unprotected sex, small oral(male receiving), small dirty talk, doggy style, pull-out method, cuddles.

wc: 3.6k

a/n: I wrote this bc I actually lost my childhood teddy bear for 4 good hours. I was in a panic for the entire time. I somewhat proofread this but ehh. it not the best, but I still like it. :)) also this was my first time trying fake texts so bare with me and the random timetamps.. I would love to make a series with social media au, I just need to figure out what is best. you guys have any tips and apps to use with that, plz inbox me!

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“really mom? I’m an adult, I can stay home by myself.” I whined as I threw myself on the couch. my mom sighed and looked towards my step dad. “honey, we know that, but we are going to be away for three weeks. we don’t want you to alone alone for that long. if it was just till next week it would be find.” dad explains, pushing my feet off the couch. “can I choose who stays with me then?” I asked, sitting up looking at both of them. “yes but only one person. also seungmin is going to be staying in the guest room while we are away.” mom said as she went to the kitchen. what the fuck, hell no. “why is he coming over?” I asked, raising my voice slightly while standing. “y/n, don’t raise your voice.” mom said. “dad!” i said, turning to him. “because he lives right next door, he’ll only be here during the night to make sure you and whoever are good and he’ll be gone in the morning. is that okay?” dad said, patting my shoulder. 

I sighed and thought about it. “I guess so. as long as I don’t have to see him during the full day.” I said, giving up. “alright.” dad said, looking at his watch. “we have a flight to catch, so we have to leave now.” dad said, kissing the top of my head. “please try to be nice to seungmin while we are gone.” mom said, grabbing her luggage. “but-” I said, before my mom continued my sentence. “you two don’t get long I know…just try.” she said, before blowing me a kiss and exiting the door with my step dad right behind her. “we’ll send extra cash if you need it for food.” dad said, locking the door. “alright. love you!” I called out. “we love you too.” dad said, closing the door behind him.

I walked back to my room and grabbed my phone from the charger. texting my best friend, lia, to see if she wanted to stay for some of the days, but knowing her- she’s probably not going to respond till a hours later or maybe even tomorrow. I exited from her name and saw seungmin’s name pop up as he sends a text. I sighed and opened the message.

kim seungmin. the young man who as being my neighbor since I was born. we used to be friends, playing together every chance we got. we did everything together, were there for each other. he was there when when my dad passed away, there when my mom met my step dad, there when they got married. the good and bad of our lives, we were together. when we were 13 years old, he did something I think was unforgivable. stealing my stuffed bear that I had as a baby and threw it away. mom thinks I’m still being childish about it, but I couldn’t sleep correctly for months. he took something of mine and got rid of it, he lost everything that day. when he said he he did to my most treasured item. I only text and wiling be around him when I have to, like today…and the 3 weeks he has to be here. 3 weeks, alone, with seungmin, a person I don’t want to even be near for 3 fucking weeks. god, please kill me now. I looked at the time, I had 4 hours till seungmin was going to sadly show up. I guess I can take a nap while I wait. I turned off my lights and climbed into to bed. I turned on my favorite youtuber for background noise on a low volume. I laid my head down and closed my eyes. please let me a stress free three weeks, even if seungmin will be here and I have to work. please.

I woke up to my phone ringing and banging on the door. what the fuck. I grabbed my phone and answered the call without looking at it. “hello.” I said, getting out of bed to head to the front door. “are you gonna let me, it’s starting to fucking rain!” I heard seungmin’s voice say through the phone. I looked at the time, 5:25pm. “have you been outside for 25 minutes?” I asked, taking my sweet time. “no, I got off work, had time to stop at my house to get my mom’s cooking and now I’m here. open the damn door before I catch a cold!” he said, stilling banging on the door. I unlocked the door to see a wet seungmin, making me giggle. 

“shut up.” he said, hanging up the call and pushing his way into my home. “rude.” I said, closing the door. “what were you doing anyway?” he said, handing the bag of steaming food. he took off his jacket and hung it up before taking off his shoes. “I’ll set the food up in the kitchen. you go change, wouldn’t want the sweet baby seungmin to get sick.” I said, walking pasted him into the kitchen. I heard he go to the guest room. I took out his mom’s famous cooking. giving each container a big sniff. god, it smells so good! I took two plates out of the cabinet and started filling up my plate.

seungmin entered the kitchen now dressed in dry clothes. I slid him his plate as I went to go eat my food inthe living room. “did you really take most of the chicken!” I heard him yell from the kitchen. “you live with your mother and her cooking, I don’t get to have it often. stop whining.” I called back out to him, stuffing rice in my mouth. seungmin walked in and made a face. “you know you look like a pig when you eat like that.” he said as he sat on the other side of the couch. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the remote from the coffee table. “I’m going to watch my favorite movie.” I said, quickly starting it from the beginning. “really this?” seungmin said, raising one eyebrow. I nodded my head as I felt myself go into a trance while watching the movie.

seungmin had already got done with his food and washed his plate. “you know you don’t have to stay in the lying room with me.” I said, looking over at him. he looked up from his phone and over at me before going back to his phone. I pulled the blanket off me- that I had thrown on my lap in the middle of the movie. taking my plate to the kitchen. as I washed my plate, loud thunder and the sound of lightening made me jump. dropping the plate in the sink as I screamed. “fuck!” I yelled. my soul leaving my body for a few seconds. 

“you okay?” a voice asked. I screamed and turned around to see seungmin. “you still scared of bad thunderstorms?” he asked as he leaned on the side of the frame of the archway. “yes. you are going to make fun of me?” I asked as went back to washing my dish. “no, I’m not that low.” he answered before turning around to leave. “but you’re low enough to take a teddy and throw it away.” I muttered under my breath. seungmin stopped, looked at me, before continuing.

I walked back to the living room and saw seungmin wasn’t there anymore. he must of went to bed. I turned off the tv and headed to my room, turning off the lights on my route. 

I entered my room and got ready for bed. I looked at my phone and saw a message from lia finally.

I looked up the weather and she was correct. it’s going to be raining for the rest of the night and all of tomorrow. great. I sighed plugging up my phone and got in bed. I laid on my stomach and fell asleep very quickly.

I woke up to a knock on my door. “what!” I said tiredly. the door opened and I saw seungmin. “hey I was letting you know. the roads flooded last night so we go anywhere.” he explained. I sat up and stretched, noticed what time it was. “it’s 5am seungmin, why are you up?.” I said with my eyes half eyes. “I go to work at 6am, but I was just telling you that we’re kind of stuck here unless we go to my house. but you can go back to sleep now.” he said, leaving and closing the door. I laid back down and closed my eyes, falling asleep once again.

I woke up to my alarm going off, piper piper by bts blaring- 9am. “oh my god!” I said, grabbing my phone and turning off the now annoying song. “I’m never going to be able to listen to that song anymore.” I said to myself. I got out of bed and walked out my bed, going to the bathroom.

I heard loud noises coming from the front of the house. what the fuck? I followed the sound into the kitchen and saw seungmin. “now what are you doing?” I asked him. he trying his head to me. “what does it look like?” he sassed back. “I’m cooking breakfast.” he said, turning back to what he was cooking. “what is it? are you going put some in my food?” I asked narrowing my eyes at him. “no. I want to eat dumbass and I’m sure you are too.” he said, rolling his eyes at me. “when will it be done?” I asked, standing on my tippy toes from where I was standing. “now.” he said, turning off the stove and remod-ving the pan. “it’s eggs, pancakes, and toast.” he said. I went and grabbed myself a plate and loaded up my plate.

as I tried to walk out, seungmin took my plate. “thank you.” he said with a smile and went to the living to eat. I stood there and processed what just happened. the little bitch took my plate of food. “dick!” I yelled as I grabbed another plate and filled another plate of food. good thing he made a lot of food. I walked into the living room and turned on a show I wasn’t familiar with. I sat down and began to eat.

soon my plate became abandoned as I interested in the show. “why would he do that? he’s an idiot. she likes you dumbass!” I yelled at tv like the characters were going to hear me. I heard seungmin laughed at me. “you’re more into this than I am.” he laughed. I threw my pillow at him to make him shut up.

we sat on the couch, watching the the show. we were currently on the end of the second season. the sun had started going down. then everything went dark, I jumped out of my seat. in the a blink of an eye the lights came back on. “I think we might lose power.” seungmin stated. “I hope not.” I said, feeling my anxiety build up. I grabbed my phone and checked the time. 5:35pm. “we should charger our phone just in case it does.” seungmin said, standing up from the couch. I nodded my head and walked to my room. I plugged up my phone and walked to the kitchen to make something to eat. I grabbed two cups of ramen and made one for me and seungmin.

I watched as seungmin entered the room. I slid him his cup of ramen as I continued to eat mine on the counter. “thanks.” he said, which I nodded my head to. we ate in silence as the thunder rumbled far in the distance. I jumped off the counter and threw away my now empty cup. “I’m going to my room.” I told seungmin before walking away. I entered my room, looking around the area. I should put some things away so I don’t trip over them if the power does go out. I finished around 6pm. I sat on my bed, playing tetris on my phone.

“stupid game.” I said as I raged quit from miss clicking for the 4th time. “why do I tell have that game on my phone? I don’t even like playing it.” I cried to myself. I got up from bed and changed into fresh comfy clothes. I climbed into bed and went to bed early so i won’t be wake during a storm that was about to happen.

I woke up at 1am to it raining harder than ever outside. I looked around at the window. that looks bad. I watched as a flash of bright light went in front of my window with a loud crack and shake of the house. I screamed as I jumped out of my bed into the floor. I stood up and quickly got back intoto bed. I jumped as my door swung open fast. seungmin looked worried as he entered my room. 

“you okay?” he asked, walking into my room and closer to me. I nodded my head and looked towards the window, scared that it would happen again. “y/n.” he said, making me look at him. “you’re crying.” he said. what? I touched my face and felt that my cheeks were wet. “did the lightening scare you that much?” he asked, standing at the edge of my bed next to me. “I mean it was right outside of my window, I’m okay though.” I said to him. he raised an eyebrow, “are you sure?” he asked, fixing the hood at was falling off his head. “yes.” I said, knowing I was lying though my teeth. “okay.” he said, slowly walking out of my room and closing the door. 

I thought about my answer and called out to seungmin hoping he would answer and come back, but I don’t think he heard. I laid back down and closing my eyes, hoping to fall back to sleep. 

“y/n.” I heard, making my open my eyes. I see seungmin once again in my room “yes seungmin?” I asked. “didn’t you call my name a few seconds ago?” he said, shuffling his feet and hands behind his back. my body wanted to cave in on itself, god I feel a little embarrassed. “yeah I did.” I said, fixing my position in my bed. “I was wondering if you could stay in here with me, just till I fell asleep.” I said, looking past him- not wanting to meet his eyes. “yeah I can.” he said, walking over to the other side of the bed and climbed in. I felt him get close and held my eyes firmer closed and tried to fall asleep. stiff is one word to describe how I looked in bed.

I felt myself slipping into my second sleep, when I felt seungmin wrap his arms around me and placed something in my arms. he didn’t let go, but loosely kept his arms one my waist. “I’m sorry for my actions when we were young.” he said, i could feel his breathe on my neck. I looked down and saw my childhood toy. I wanted to cry to have it back. I hugged it tightly into me. “I didn’t know I had it. some how it ended up in my bag and I found it when I was at a friend’s house. they saw it thought it was mine and took it from me. I got it back a few months ago after I got my new job.” he explained. “I should have told you what actually happened, instead of ruining our friendship into almost nothing.” he said, I turned around and looked at him. “thank you for giving it back.” i said, he nodded. “it was always my plan to get it back and give it back to you.” seungmin said with a smile. I copied his smile, feeling more sleepy as the seconds passed.

“let’s go to sleep, shall we?” he said, getting more comfortable. we both fell asleep, me being in his embrace.

I woke up to seungmin moving around. “seungmin stop moving so much.” I groaned out before turning around. my back facing him. “sorry.” I heard him mumble. sadly my bed wasn’t the biggest(nor the smallest), but I every quickly found out why he was moving around a lot. I turned my head around, “seungmin are you hard?” I asked as I watched his cheeks turn bright red. “it’s not what you think!” he said, freaked out. I bursted out laughing. “really?” I asked, turning my body back around. “yes.” he said more quietly. I sat up and checked the time. 5:30am. “your morning schedule tiring me and I just woke up.” I said, making him laugh a little. I thought about if I should ask the question that was on a tip of my tongue. fuck it.

“did you want some help?” i asked him. “with what?” he quickly asked. I sighed and looked down at his crotch then back up at him. his eyes went wide and jaw dropped. “no I mean I don’t need help. I can handle myself.” he said, looking up at me. “did you want to help me?” he continued. “kinda, but if you can handle yourself, I’m going to go eat some cereal. I said about to get out of bed, but seungmin stopped me. I turned back around. the rising sun, hitting his face from the edges of the blinds. he looked good. “help me out y/n.” he said, making me smile.

“fuck.” seungmin moaned out as popped off his cock. “where did you learn how to do that?” he asked as I moved to sit on him. I shrugged my shoulders with a smile on my lips.  I lifted my body up and aligned him with my entrance. slowly sinking down on him, till he completely filled me up. “oh god.” I said, placing my hands on his chest. “shit, you’re so tight.” seungmin said, throwing his head back, hands on my thighs. I rolled my hips, getting used to the size of him. seungmin glided his hands up to my waist and lifting me up. coming back down, completely becoming full once again. the head of cock hitting my g-spot perfectly. I moaned out as seungmin set the pace. I looked at him, sweat beading down his face, eyes closed from pleasure. he looks so hot like this.

I started coming down more roughly as I leaned down to kiss his lips. seungmin wrapped his arms around my back, keeping me in place. thrusting up into me. “oh fuck!” I cried out, digging my head in his neck. “I love how you feel in me.” I said, placing kisses on his neck. seungmin threaded his hand in my hair and pulled my head up. making me keep eye contact with me. “I love how me clench around me pretty.” he said, making me moan. “I’m wanna cum minnie.” I whined out. seungmin shook his head, “not yet pretty.” he said. 

seungmin sat up with me still in his embrace. “off.” he commanded, lifting me off of him before I could protest. I watched as he sat up on his knees. “turn around, hand and knees.” he said, jerking off his cock. I quickly did so, arching my back and face laid on the pillow. with one hand he held on hip and lined up, teasing me by rubbing against clit. I moaned, moving my hips back. “how bad do you want to cum y/n?” seungmin said. “so bad. please make me cum minnie.” I pleaded. he pushed back into me with one stroke. slowly pulling out and thrusting back in hard, angling his hips till he found me g-spot again. I nearly screamed as he picked up the pace. I held the bed sheets in my fist tightly. the knot in the pit of my stomach becoming strong. “cum. wanna cum.” I said, trying to look back at him.

seungmin slid his right hand down under on body, meeting my clit. rubbing messy circles. I closed my eyes as my high snapped when hips thrusted a few more times. “oh fuck!” i screamed as I creamed over him. “jesus.” seungmin said, removing his hand to place it back on my hip with his other hand. he pounded into me with sloppy thrusts till he couldn’t handle it no more. seungmin pulled out and jerked off his cock, coming all over my bare back with a tight grip on my hip- most likely it was going to leave bruises.

I relaxed my body from exhaustion as seungmin got up and reached for something on the ground. I didn’t even bother seeing, wanting to take a nap now or have a snack. I couldn’t really wait what I wanted. I felt something by dragged across my back, cleaning his cum off me. once he was done, he placed a kiss on my back. right below my neck. seungmin laid next to me, wrapping his arms around me. I placed my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it was starting to slow down from our activities. seungmin started laughing, I looked up at with tired eyes. “nothing, take a nap.” he said, playing an arm under his head. I placed my head back in it’s place, slowly falling asleep. 

“your teddy bear watches us have sex.” I heard him say, making me burst into hard laughter.

♡ Because ♡

Prince!Jeongin AU

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Prince AU

Pairing: Y/n X Jeongin (Stray Kids)

Words: 1,8k

Warning: my first story so cRiNgE

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Jeongin opened the doors to the castle’s kitchen, immediately being greeted by the fresh smell of all the goods that were made in there. The cooks and assistants were now used to the young prince showing up everyday. They knew he picked you--the main chef’s daughter--up after his royal lessons, since he had been doing so for years. You grew up having the prince, who was a few moths older, right by your side almost all the time. From having tea parties with your stuffed animals, helping him with his royal duties, and him giving you a beautiful bracelet as a birthday present--you went through everything together. He's seen you at your worst, but built you back up and vice versa. Naturally, with all the time you two had spent together, you fell in love with him. Yet, it wasn't one-sided, which is the way you thought. Jeongin loved you with his whole heart, soul, and being. You were kind to everybody, you were extremely smart, but also witty and knew how to joke around. For him, you were the most gorgeous being on this earth.

"Okay, so I planned that we would go to the library. I will finish my work and then we'll take a walk through the garden,” he said grabbing your hand and practically dragging you out of the kitchen. You chuckled and shook your head at the boy’s sudden enthusiasm.

"Library sounds great!” You exclaimed in reply. On the way to the library, Jeongin mustered up the confidence to hold your hand. The flustered way you looked after him doing so made it worth the half panic-attack he had. With a slight blush, you continued walking, smilingly next to him. Nervously fidgeting with the bracelet he gave you, made his heart swell with adoration. He felt as though you took comfort in the small bracelet, which made him beyond happy.

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After about three hours of actually helping the prince, laughing at his lame jokes, being told to be quiet and then being loud, the both of you got thrown out.

You ran in front of him, pulling him by his hand and feeling a wave of euphoria going through your body. You turned to to face him, a geniune smile plastered on his face. "So garden is next right, your Highness", you asked, slowing down , but still pulling him after you.

"First of all, I told you not to call me any royal name. Second, yes Lady Y/n garden is next", he replied smiling. You quickly glanced infront of you to check what direction to go. As soon as you were sure what way was the right one to get to the garden, you turned back to him.

"Why do you-", started to say when Jeongin interrupted you. "Y/n watch out!"

You turned around to se what he meant and walked into a something too soft to be a wall. You blinked a few times and looked up to see a smirking Bang Chan. Jeongin's royal guard.

"You should be more carefull Y/n", Chan said, ruffling your hair lovingly. You smiled up at the boy who always looked out for you when you were about to do stupid stuff. Stuff Jeongin encouraged you to do of course. "I'll try brother", you reassured him. You weren't the only non-royal growing up in the castle. Together with your father and brother you lived there. Both of them worked for the royal family, and so would you when come of age. You had no idea what kind of work is heading your way.

"Can we help you, Chan? We were about to go to the garden", the Prince asked, letting go of your hand and trying to hide his shyness. It didn't go unnoticed but your brother decided to not bring it up and just smiled at the scene enfolding before him. When he noticed your impatient looks he cleared his throat. "Actually yes, yes you can. Your Majesty, the Queen wants you in her chamber, Prince Jeongin", he answered the boys question. And now Jeongin was apologetily looking at you. You knew he felt bad for leaving, but his duties were more important. You grew used to that by now. "Go Jeonginnie! We don't want our Queen to be mad."

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Walking towards his mothers room Jeongin didn't miss the unusally high number of guards standing in front of ballroom. Deciding not to care he walked past the guards with narrowed eyebrows and made the rest of the way to his mothers room. How he wished he didn't. The way she sat so seriously, pointing to chair in front of her, told Jeongin this would not end well.

"Listen honey", she started off, "I know we already talked about this once, but now it's serious. We invited some princesses to stayed here for a while. I guess you didn't really notice it. But they noticed how much you enjoy you time with Y/n and", she hesitatet. "And what?", he asked fearing to already know the answer. "Well...", she didn't know how to tell her son, that he should lessen the times he sees his best friend. The queen took a deep breath. "You need to engage into finding a suitable princess now or we'll do it for you. Y/n is only a distraction. Do you understand?" He was frozen. He didn't move, neither did he talk. What was he supposed to say? "Oh yeah sure mother, I'll just neglect the person I love the most." His mother saw his inner conflict and sighned. "Their waiting in the ballroom. Make sure you're able to talk when you meet them", she said and left the room.

It took Jeongin a while 'till he got up and walked towards the ballroom. He didn't want another girl. He wanted you. "Stupid royalty", he mumbled, head low, but he knew his mother was right. His father wasn't really getting younger and Jeongin need to take over the kingdom. And to do that he required a queen. Maybe you were a distraction after all. All this time you made him hope something could happen, even though both of you knew it was impossible. "I'll-I'll just stay away from her. These stupid feelings are childish. She's the only girl I grew up with. Young love...stupid love", he told himself. As he approached two of the guards, Chan and Minho, opened the double doors of the ballroom and multiple heads turned to stare at the you prince.

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The next few weeks you noticed something was competly off. Jeongin stopped visiting you everyday. At first you thought he's just extreamly busy, more duties and more stress with his mother. But then you kept seeing him around the palace. If you two made eye contact he'd always look down and walk away. Honestly, it hurt you. But what hurt even worse was what came afterwards. That one thing that crushed you and broke your heart into millons of pieces; the new girl he walked around with.

You had to admit she was beautiful. She had long black hair, that was mostly braided. Beautiful blue eyes that you were sure a person could get lost in. Her clothes were what every girl dreamed of, and when she smiled or laughed the whole room seemed to light up. One thing you also noticed was the crown she wore. It wasn't anythig big, rather minimalistic to be honest. But you didn't need to see the crown to figure out that she wasn't a chef's daughter. You tried to keep yourself together, because you knew it was one of his duties. To marry a princess...make her his queen.

It had been two weeks and everywhere you went Jeongin and his princess, who's name you found out was Jiwoo, were the only thing you saw. It still burned when you saw them, but you got used to it. He didn't love you, but you were naïve enough to belive he did. You were his best friend. Only that. Now he doesn't even spare you a glance.

You never thought anything could hurt you more than him ignoring you. Boy were you wrong. One day you were supposed to bring tea and cookies into princess Jiwoo's room. Carrying the tray into the room you realised she wasn't there yet, so you set it of on her nightstand, not without having to push some jewlery aside. And thats when you saw it. Your heart burst into flames of pain when you saw bracelet sitting on the nightstand. A bracelet identical to the one he gave you once. You felt betrayed and absolutely mad. How dare he play with your emotions like that. Where you a puppet to him, that he could throw away when he found a prettier one? Uhmm...no. Even though you were angry, you couldn't help but feel tears flowing down your cheeks. You immediately set the tray down and ran out of the room. You were surprised where your feet were taking you.

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Jeongin heard insane knocking on his door. He furrowed his eybrows, put his book down and got up to open it. When he did just that, his eyes comprehended one of the most painful things he's ever seen. You were standing in front of him, your eyes bloodshot red and tears running down your face. He looked down and realised you were holding his bracelet in your hands. You pushed him back into his room and shut the door closed. When you turned back to Jeongin, you threw the bracelet at him.

"You know, you could've at least told me you found someone you love Jeong-", you started saying trying to stay as strong ad possible, though your voice quivered. Suddenly Jeongin got to his senses "Y/n", he said in a low but still audible tone.

"Oh no, Jeongin now you are going to listen to me", you said sternly, while quickly wiping your tears.

"Y/n!", he said it louder this time. You were starteled at his outburst so you stoped yourself from talking more. He picked up the bracelet and looked at it with tears stinging his eyes. He looked back at you. "Yeah, I should've told you. I should've told you about that beautiful girl I fell in love with."

You were close to breaking down again, when he grabbed your hands. He slipped the bracelet back on and looked up.

"That beautiful girl I fell in love with years ago, because she accepted who I am. Because she brightened my day just by smiling. Because that one time she made Chan attack Felix, thinking he was an intruder. " You started laughing and Jeongin just smiled down at you. He hesitated a second. "Because she is you." You felt heat rise to your cheeks.

"Do you need more of those "Because" or was that enough?" You smiled up. "I think that should work for now"

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12:35 ~ always by your side ~

the insomnia was killing you. you were wiggling around in your sheets, forcing your eyes to close and trying to get your body to relax, but with no success. suddenly a pair of strong, bare arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against a broad chest.

“hey babe... can’t sleep?” chan’s raspy voice sounds into your ear.

you shake your head, giving him a clear response.

“sorry for waking you channie...” you mumble back, but he only tightens his grasp on you. his warm breath grazes the crook of your neck as he interlaces your hands.

“i’m by your side babe, no matter the circumstances” he says softly before kissing your skin gently and lying with you until you both drift off to sleep slowly.

To all of my fellow Stay's, I have a couple of questions for you. I’ve been thinking of writing a Stray Kid fanfic series. This would be my first ever. Would you be interested in reading it? And I am a 29-year-old female; I don’t know how old I should have the main character be. And I’d also like to make this a 0T8 poly series. So what would be a good age for our main girl?

Prescriptions of Passion

On a crisp autumn morning, I started down Fifth Street from my apartment towards Cozy Corner Cafe. At a cafe that brought comfort to the start of what could only be an already-predicted crazy week. Everyone else was sporting their cozy attire, and here I was in my scrubs and clogs, with the only "autumnal" thing I had on being my cardigan. I opened the door to the cafe, making my way to the cashier to order my oatmeal milk latte and muffin. I sat down and pulled out my book, deciding I'd try and get a few chapters in before work. The bell sounded for the front door of the cafe to be opened. I didn't even glance up. Then, after about three minutes, a man sat down in front of me. I continued to read, not wanting to give this man the time of day. When he spoke, "You know I've been here several times, and I've never seen you before," How original I thought. I finally looked up to tell this man I wasn't interested, but I was immediately baffled by his beauty. His long blonde hair hit above his shoulders. His lovely-looking lips, I so yearned to kiss them... I shook my head, realizing I had been staring and blushing up my neck. He chuckled a bit at my flustered state. "I come in when I can before work." I state not being able to look at him. "What do you do?" He asked. "I'm a physician at the hospital here in the city." He was a bit stunned, but he saw my scrubs and nodded his head. "Do you enjoy what you do?" There was genuine curiosity in his voice. "I do. I like being able to help people and give them what they need. It feels good to know I did something for them, I guess." He smiles at me, listening as I answer him. "Well, since you got to ask, I got to ask too. What do you do?" He only smiled, knowing he was getting me more engaged in the conversation. "I'm a model for certain brands." Of course he is; why would he do anything else? I couldn't see him having a basic desk job somewhere. He chuckled at my silence. "What's wrong with being a model?" "Nothing fits the career well. It would have been odd if you had said you're the CEO of some company." He continued to smile at me, feeling the pressure of what to say next to me. I looked away. "Look, I think you're very beautiful, and I came over here to maybe ask you to dinner sometime." I almost chocked on my latte. "Me?!" I was both confused and stunned. No one besides my mom has ever told me I was beautiful, at least not to my face. This just made him smile more. "Yes you. I'd like to take you out if you're okay with that." I had never been on a date before. Too much of my time is taken up with work and school. I never had the time, let alone the opportunity. And yet here this model was asking me out. Me, your basic quite nerd. Not knowing how to answer, all I could muster was "Uuuummmmm." "What are you doing this weekend?" He decided to ask. Nothing. I had absolutely nothing. "I work until five." I quickly answered. "I can come pick you up at seven." He asks. "That should be fine." I blush. "Great, I'll pick you up at seven, miss." Oh my gosh, I agreed to go out with him before introducing ourselves! Who am I?! "My name is Y/N." He smiled, bringing my hand to his soft, plush lips and gently pressing a kiss on them. I could have died right then with how beet red I probably looked. "My name is Hyunjin. Hwang Hyunjin." I couldn't believe my day was starting off like this.

Hey guys just thought I’d try this out. I’ve been going back and forth for days on this. So let me know what you think.

Shout out to my multi-stans out there. Question for you. I’ve liked SS501, Shinee, Super Junior, Big Bang, 2ne1, Girls Generation, TVXQ, Twice, Got7, BTS, Red Velvet, monsta X, Seventeen, NCT, Stray Kids, and Ateez. I'm looking for some suggestions on another group.

This somehow gave me confidence about my legs bc I have thick thighs and I'm insecure about them 🥺

Thank you❣🥰

Stray kids reaction to your thick thighs

Woojin

It was so hot, so you was wearing a cute summer dress, which was kinda short.

You felt a little self conscious about your thighs being out because you had quite big thighs.

But Woojin LOVED them and he made sure you knew how beautiful you looked in that dress.

He complimented you thorough the whole day and kept you close to him with his hand round your waist protectively.

Chan

You was going out with him for his schedule because you didn’t have anything to do.

You was wearing some shorts, that you just shoved on.

Chan couldn’t keep his hands off your thighs the whole day.

He just loved how they look and how healthy you look.

He’s always made it clear how much he loves your body to make sure that you know how perfect you are and today wasn’t any different.

Minho

Being the tease he his, he would love to flick you on your thighs anytime you had them out.

You was wearing bed shorts because it was early in the morning and you were making breakfast for the boys.

Minho sneaked up behind you and pinched your thighs, which made you screech.

‘Sorry baby, your thighs are just so beautiful hehe.’

He slipped his hands around your waist, while kissing your neck, his little way of apologising.

Changbin

You both have thunder thighs and you are both WHIPPED for each others thighs.

You loved how manly he looked and how muscly his thighs made him look, especially when he dances.

he loved how sexy your legs were, he would think you look so pretty and your body looks like an hourglass when you wear tight clothes. 

Both of you always complimented one another on it when one of you wore clothing that hugged your legs.

Hyunjin

When you’re at dance practice with him, you were wearing leggings which made ur thighs look amazing.

Hyunjin definitely took notice of it and everytime he stopped to catch his breath, he took in the view of your thighs in tight leggings.

He would whistle at you while he sat down and looked at you. 

You would smirk with confidence, knowing that your boyfriend was whipped for you and was in love with your body.

Jisung

He has always had an obsession with your legs, it has always been his favourite thing on your body.

But now it’s summer, you have more excuses to wear dresses and he was definitely more vocal about it.

He would always brag about how good you look to his members and they just nodded and laughed at him because he’s so madly in love with you.

‘Baby your legs look so good in that dress, please wear it more often’ he says as he gives you puppy eyes.

Felix

He would be kinda shy about it.

But it was so obvious that he loved your thighs.

He would always be staring at your legs if u was wearing something revealing.

He would also touch your thighs when you sat next to him.

You knew deep down that he was just being protective of you as usual because he doesn’t like the other boys looking at what’s his, especially your thighs.

Seungmin

He thought your legs were so cute and thicc.

Especially when you was trying to get your jeans on. 

He loved teasing you about it because it took you so long to get them on, he found ur lil jumps and wiggles you did while trying to fit into your tight jeans, cute as hell.

‘Hahahha y/n do you need help? there looks like ur struggling a little’

You looked at him with a pout and nodded.

Jeongin

He’s not shy about it at all, he LOVES your thighs and he tells you literally everyday.

When you two are sleeping he always likes to have you on his lap and your legs around his waist.

With this position, he just holds your thighs while he sleeps. 

In the mornings, he would rub small circles on them which would make goose bumps rise on your skin. 

This is the way he would wake you up everyday.

THANKYOU FOR READING <3

(I have quite a lot of reactions to do so thankyou for all the requests but keep ur dirty confessions coming hahaha)

- Hon', don't be mad.

- Why would I ?

- I think I lost the children in the forest.

- You what ???

- I'm sure they're having fun...

KNEE SOCKS.

Seungmin x reader. (mild smut, f)

Synopsis: Seungmin found you sleeping on his bed with knee socks on that intrigues him. (2,1k words)

“It will be done in a few minutes!” Seungmin said, letting go of your hand before he swiveled his chair back behind the desk, working on the group project that needed immediate editing.

He went back and forth between his laptop and phone since the deadline was this afternoon.

We planned on going to the movies today since it has been a while that the two of you going on a proper date.

You came early to his place with cups of coffee in your hands and some bakery goods, thinking you could have a peaceful breakfast together before going out for the day, found him stressed over a phone call instead.

“It’s okay, take your time.” You told him, giving him a reassuring smile. You turned on your heels and left him to focus on his project.

Your attention shifted to the unmade bed in the next room, it’s very unusual of Seungmin, remembering that he is a neat person.

Seungmin must have woken up and gone straight working on his project, not having time to make the bed.

You walked toward the bed, started tidying up the sheet, puffed the pillows, and folded the bedding. Once you finished, you sat at the corner of the bed, sighing and feeling satisfied.

You looked through the window at the cold frosty morning, the sun shines but not enough to beat the cold away, the softness and warmth of the duvet inviting you to lie down and snug.

You refused to give in to the temptation, looking at the way you were dressed nicely in a fluffy sweater and a skirt with knee-high socks on, but the thought just died down the second you climbed onto the bed, feeling the comfort of the bed under you.

“I’m just going to lay down for a bit.” You reminded yourself before you lay down on the bed.

You could barely keep your eyes open as you felt the warmth and comfort of Seungmin’s bed and his scent that clung on every inch of the fabric.

Seungmin was surprised to find you sleeping on his bed, curling up sideways like a cat napping under the ray of sun.

With your hands folded under your head and eyes closed, he couldn’t find you any cuter than this. He walked over to you, sitting on the edge of the bed then carefully removing strands of hair that covered your face to take a better look at you.

Rubbing his thumb over your cheek in lazy circles, he did it tenderly as if you might crack if he tapped on it.

He ran his hand down your shoulder, dipping down your waist and stopping at the curve of your hip, “So beautiful!” he murmured, his voice low, almost like a whisper.

Shifting his body so he could take in all of you with his eyes, scanning you from head to toe, something flickered in him when he saw your black knee-high socks and the back of your thighs peeking out under your skirt.

He was torn between slipping his hand under your skirt or tear down your knee socks and just by the thought alone is enough to excite him.

It feels wrong to him if he does it while you’re sleeping, mostly because it would be less exciting not seeing your reaction when he pulls your knee socks down your legs.

He holds that thought away for later, taking a sharp intake of breath to calm him down, and consoled himself by rubbing your calf.

You almost kicked the air when you felt something touching your leg, afraid that it might be bugs but found out it was just your boyfriend. You scoffed at your ridiculous thought.

He beamed with smiles the second he saw your eyes fluttering open.

“Hey, baby!“ He said, placed his hand on the small of your back.

"I fell asleep,” you croaked, “you’re done with your deadline?” You asked, slowly sitting up with your hands propped against the mattress, facing him.

He nodded, “Yes, we are free to do anything now,” he said, scrunching his nose at you.

He knows better that it gives you butterfly whenever he does that, and you know well enough that he did it on purpose.

“Anything?” You asked, head tipped to the side.

He looked down at your lap, “You dressed nicely!” shot you a sweet smile but one corner of his mouth curled slightly upward than the other.

He planned something on his mind, you have no other option but try to guess what was it, his hidden intention.

Placing a hand on his chest, you said, “Of course, I want to look good for you!”

You steered your hand to his neck and held him there.

Seungmin traced his hand down your side, down to your thigh, looking down at your lap again, he asked, “You even wear a skirt for me?”

You are not a big skirt wearer but Seungmin likes it when you dress cutely, you know he didn’t mean that you have to wear a skirt but it’s worth trying, on top of that, you want to impress him.

“You like it?” You asked as he pinching at the hem of your skirt.

“Hmm…” he hummed, tugging and slipped a finger into the elastic band of your knee-high socks.

“I like this more,” he said, snapped his head at you, eyes looking straight at you.

Is that why you found him rubbing your legs when you woke up? Your mind started to catch up with his. He likes seeing you in those knee socks covering your legs, you rubbed your legs together to test how it’s going to affect him.

“Glad you like it! I thought I looked silly in this.” You said, pressing your thighs together to tease him a little bit more.

His breath hitched, you finally caught up with him.

You let out a low chuckle, taking a fistful of his shirt with your hand to bring his face close to yours and lean in for a kiss.

His lips felt warm on you, he cupped your jaws with both hands, trying to kiss you deeper the moment you opened your mouth for him.

You kept your mouth open for him as he slipped his tongue inside, tasting you. Next thing you know, he was pressing down on you, sending both of you collapsing onto the mattress.

He sucked on your lower lip before pulling away, “You taste so good!” he said it with such coy as if his kiss didn’t send your mind spiraling out of control.

Your stomach knotted inside, feeling tingling inside.

He nuzzled his head into your neck, cold air from his exhales brushed your skin as he breathing you in, sending shivers down your spine.

His hand rested on the flat of your stomach, “You smell so good too!” He whispered into your ears, low and sultry.

He drew his head back from you, moving his hand down south to the hem of your skirt and slipping underneath.

You gasped as you felt his fingers dancing on your thigh.

“Want to know something?” He asked, so casually as if his hand wasn’t under your skirt, kneading the back of your thigh.

“Yeah?”

He gave you a quick peck on the lips before giving you the answer.

“You look so beautiful when you sleep,” he said, added another peck on your flushed lips, “I almost couldn’t keep my hands off of you.”

He gave you a slippery kiss on the corner of your mouth, now that his hand palming your rear, finger teasing the edge of your underwear.

"And seeing you in this,” Eyeing down the knee socks, he continued,

“how can you be looking so innocent that makes me want to ruin you?”

You bit your lower lip, taking in everything he said to you, feeling even hotter and bothered as you processing what he said to you.

He kissed you down your neck, down to your clothed chest and stomach, he lingered there for a few seconds before lowered his lips on the skin just above the waistband of your skirt.

You looked at him with his head buried into your stomach with one hand under your skirt, palming the plump of your flesh.

He finally got up, sitting down beside you, and his hand that was still under your skirt moved to the front, tugging at the elastic band of your underwear.

He pulled it down in a painstakingly slow motion, lifted your hips to help him.

He whimpered the moment he saw the white lacey underwear wet with your arousal but that doesn’t stop him from pulling it down and off your legs. He let out a triumphant sigh now that the underwear have gone out of the way.

He pushed your skirt upward, revealing your exposed wetness for him, feeling his eyes bore onto your skin even before he touched you. His eyes widen, darken, licking his lips, he was practically salivating over you.

You could feel the blood rushing towards your core, the fact that you were fully clothed except for your drenched core made you felt hot and bothered.

Seungmin settled himself in between your legs, hovering over your sex, was thinking of so many things he could do to you and couldn’t decide what to do first, just like a kid at a candy shop.

He lowered his head, snaking his hand under your knees, began by kissing you on your pelvic bone.

You moaned from the feeling of his warm mouth on your skin so close to your tender mound. He then kissed the inside of your thigh, trailing kisses closer and closer to your needy hole, you could feel his ragged breath against your wetness.

He lowered his head, gave a long lick along your slit then looked up to see you cried out from his doing.

He continued licking the tender flesh, you felt his slick, hot tongue sliding in and out of you, his finger rubbing your bundle nerves at the same time, earning loud moans from you.

You looked at Seungmin’s head, sinking between your legs. You shoved your hand in his hair, threading his smooth strands.

Getting even more sensitive by even the slightest of stimulation, you bucked your hips when he sucking in your juice, you tried not to pull his hair too hard.

Your moans grew louder, it seemed to encourage him more as he added more pressure on your clit, his tongue collecting your essence as the sound of his slurping could be heard echoing throughout his bedroom.

“Seungmin,” you called him.

He hummed into you in response.

“I’m so close.” You said, your voice breaking, feeling something building up inside of you and going to burst out of you at any second.

He hummed into you, understood what you were trying to say him. He picking up the pace, fingers, and tongue moving in sync, and you could feel your high closing in.

Your toes curling, legs shaking, it’s suddenly all too much putting you closer and closer to the edge. You cried out as your head tipped to the back, your eyes tightly shut, seeing stars and you screamed out his name repeatedly like a prayer.

Seungmin gave a few licks before pulling away completely, watching your core gushing with fresh juices.

You loosen your grip on Seungmin’s hair, flustered that you might have accidentally pulled his hair too hard, he perked his head up, looking at you, smiling with his mouth and chin glistening wet with your cum.

He couldn’t be hotter than this, you thought, he just ate you up and now he’s softly smiling and looking at you with such loving, all the while his head still hovering between your legs.

“Come here!” You ordered, pulling him by his shoulder. He crawled over to you.

Without any hesitation, you pulled him into a kiss, tasting your own essence in his mouth. He lets you clean it for him as you gently sucking on and around his mouth. He grabbed your wrist as he broke the kiss.

“Aren’t we going to the movies?” He asked with such coy as if he didn’t just go down on you a few minutes ago.

You hummed, thinking of how are you going to focus on a movie when your head is filled with images of Seungmin buried between your legs?

You groaned into his mouth, shaking your head no.

“The movies can wait.” You told him as you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him close to your body.

trying to break up with skz (unsuccessful)

authors note: thank you anon for requesting! i thought about doing this but wasnt sure if stay would want it! also gave me an excuse to procrastinate on my other works 🙂‍↕️

edit: pretend changbins texts are green (android) i forgot people like that exist/j. but i lwk forgot he had an samsung sorry king i failed you but im not going to redo it. also calling bank was an inside thing me and some friends did it basically calling someone out on their bullshit by putting them up to a challenge or they owe bank (money)

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Stray Kids “MIROH” M/V

remember when chan said skz can’t do a sexy concept yet since jeongin is still too young and there you have them now flashing their abs and chilling in crop tops smh literally all men do is lie